I'm a new man

I am never the kind that can listen to music while I'm studying. In order to really appreciate a song, its lyrics and all, I have to do nothing except listen to that song intently. Occasionally when I come across a song that makes me do that, stop everything and just concentrate on it, I'm always caught by how powerful music is. Other than a picture who is said to speak a thousand words, I think songs or music is just as powerful. The feelings poured out, the lyrics which could never have had the same effect if being put into a literature and the melody which embraces and ties up everything and gives it a beautiful harmony. Everything is just perfect. Well, everything has to be deemed so-called perfect before somebody releases a piece of music, although perfection is a subjective thing, as beauty is. That's besides the point.

I was listening to a song on a friend's blog. And that song is a perfect description of how she is feeling that it almost made me cry. Of course, before that, I was reading her blog and she has just lost a loved one. Sigh...

On another note, not that I'm proud but I both hate and love it when I turn right. Sometimes when I'm in a more obliging mood, I would give in to people's suggestion despite thinking that it's a bad idea. Either because I'm too lazy to argue and prove my point at that moment or I don't know how to convince them that my idea is good, but I feel a sense of satisfaction and sometimes a grudge? when I turn out to be right. I would be thinking (not saying) "Ah..who ask you not to listen to me?" And during those times when my suggestion was not used, every comment about it later being a bad idea, turned out to be exactly what I had foreseen. Hahaha...I'm so full of myself.

Of course, there are more times when I turn out to be wrong. I notice that I usually turn out to be wrong when it comes to an opinion about people. Something like a bias or prejudice. I'm constantly surprised by how people are not what I think they are. Like during the first day of ENT, I met this really dark man in the ward, whom I thought was a patient's relative or some technician. BOY WAS I WRONG! He turned out to be the nicest, funniest, kindest specialist, who is also very willing and enthusiastic in teaching us. And also there's this time when I was so cynical and thought that a friend was trying to take advantage of some of us. It turned out he was just forgetful and confused about a certain thing, which led him to do what he did.

And that was when I decided to give people the benefit of the doubt and try to be non-judgmental and really, just see the good in everyone. I'm a new person :)