I have a confession to make...

I have a confession to make. It's been taken a while for me to accept it myself, but I am really happy that I have!
I have an addiction. It is something that is very common here in Manipal, and most of the students takes it. It is very easy to get, and fairly cheep as well. It has helped me alot during the most intensive study periods, and I don't know what I would have done with out it...........
..I just can't stop eating those sweet tasting MENTOS!!!:D It has become my addiction. Everytime I go to the library I just have to bring a small package of Mentos..
And the the worst of all... I don't know how to stop this dangerous addiction!!

To remember me - I will live forever

We talked about "Care of dying" today; a really interesting topic, indeed! And our teacher held really good classes about the topic. I only wish my classmates whould have seen that as well and shown more respect by keping their mouth closed when she was talking...!! Sadly that is nothing that is taken for granted all the time..:/ 
Anyway, she told us a beautful poem that I just had to share:)
The day will come when my body will lie upon a white sheet neatly tucked under four corners of a mattress located in a hospital; busily occupied with the living and the dying. At a certain moment a doctor will determine that my brain has ceased to function and that, for all intents and purposes, my life has stopped.

When that happens, do not attempt to instill artificial life into my body by the use of a machine. And don’t call this my deathbed. Let it be called the bed of life, and let my body be taken from it to help others lead fuller lives.

Give my sight to the man who has never seen a sunrise, a baby’s face or love in the eyes of a woman.

Give my heart to a person whose own heart has caused nothing but endless days of pain.

Give my blood to the teenager who was pulled from the wreckage of his car, so that he might live to see his grandchildren play.

Give my kidneys to the one who depends on a machine to exist from week to week.

Take my bones, every muscle, every fiber and nerve in my body and find a way to make a crippled child walk.
Explore every corner of my brain.

Take my cells, if necessary, and let them grow so that, someday a speechless boy will shout at the crack of a bat and a deaf girl will hear the sound of rain agianst her window.

Burn what is left of me and scatter the ashes to the winds to help the flowers grow.

If you must bury something, let it be my faults, my weakness and all prejudice against my fellow man.

Give my sins to the devil.

Give my soul to God.

If, by chance, you wish to remember me, do it with a kind deed or word to someone who needs you.
If you do all I have asked, I will live forever."
/ Robert N. Test

Learning by doing

Yesterday I visited a friend who had been in a motorcycle accident. He was driving to fast  and a bus that he thought was going to stand still suddenly started to drive,...and BANG. 
He didn't get any fractures, but both legs got wounds and of cours he was in a lot of pain.
I remember my short visit at the medical ward one day where most of the clients had fractures after an motorcycle accident.
I am mostly angry with my friend. He didn't follow the trafic rules, just like everyone els doesn't do. He has himself to blame, and I just hope that he learned something from this!!