I don't really know how to start writing about all this, and though I suppose I could take a leaf out of another book, it'll probably bore the heck out of everyone to see the usual starting sentences. While this probably isn't the best start to anything, it'll suffice or I will never get to the stuff that I really want to write about.

Then again, it's not like I know what I'm going to write about. It's hard to know anything at all. Most humans lie in the range of 50-100 Kgs (though most want to weigh less than what they currently weigh), and the brain's only about a kilo or so. In that little space that we call the skull, our brains swim around happily in cerebrospinal fluid, coordinating what goes around elsewhere in the body.

It's almost like a conductor trying to manage a 100 person orchestra. There's no way the brain can keep track of everything; you could have one of the violinists emitting a loud fart and the conductor wouldn't even know. In the same way, our brains have tuned out a lot of the crap that goes on in the other parts of the body.

Although most people don't like to admit it, humans don't really now much at all. We pretend to know everything though. The medical professors that stand before important scientists flounder around trying to explain how some small, insignificant finding could be linked to something more important like cancer. Then again, anyone could say that. The cutting of my toenails could be linked to cancer.

You might wonder why I detest the medical profession that much. As a medical student, I've had the insider's view on the hypocrisy of the medical profession. Doctors who utter things like 'I understand how you feel' while you yell in your head that they don't. Or worse, blabber on about knowing 'how hard this must be' while looking at their watches on the sly and listening to the far-off tinkle of money trickling into their multi-figured bank accounts.

The irony is that I'll probably wind up being one of those people in the future. And that's probably why I want to record these nonsensical ramblings while I can still think without being blinded by the bling of money and success.

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Of One's Own Right. Now known as 'of a perculiar nature'.

What a long way we have come, in terms of language and culture (eg: from Latin to English).

If you still haven't figured it out, email/msn me. Sorry for the trouble. Older siblings are such a 'poena' (pain in Latin). And if you still haven't figured it out, check out one of the frequent blogger's links. Sorry for the trouble once again.