Ngap Sayot

So I was mid-shaving my head a few nights ago when I felt the attached razor comb fall out and heard a horrific 'BZZZZZ!'. So yep now I have a bald spot like a chingchongchinaman/20rupees hair cut.

Haven't written here in awhile. So quick updates. We went on our first trip together to Dublin two weeks ago, gobbled up stews and boxtys, hopped and drank the black stuff, and had a great time. On the final 5th year block now. A few more weeks to the portfolio interview; the last few weeks of medical school (*fingerscrossed!*).

But anw random stuff. I came across the concept of the 'relationship belly' i.e. cutting loose and letting yourself go. And that's not just confined to growing rolly-polly-ollie but includes other aspects of life. So approaching 25 and there best be awareness to actively prevent a relationship belly, keep the embers glowing and alive. Wind and Fire. I'm not too sure if that makes sense haha.

Like regime changes, transitions in life can take two paths. They can be chaotic; reeling from the after-shocks of a past. Or they can be renewed, imbued with vigour for the future; buoyant with optimism, unafraid of fading ripples. Erm. 'Yes We Can!' haha.

Preston Train Station. 4.30 a.m. Springtime. =)