If these are the last 12 months of my life...

I would want to cram as much of medicine as i can into my brain..

And, Save someone’s life. 

Love someone. Love like nobody’s ever been loved, like there’s no tomorrow, like there’s no holding back.

If i ever feel like dying, jump off a moving plane, or get stranded in the middle of the Sahara, or the Indian ocean. The only thing assuring that i want to live, would be my basic survival instincts. 

I want a degree.

Change someone’s life for good.

Visit south Korea. They have the best octopuses.

Kiss dad everyday. Even if i’m in south Korea and he’s home.

Showcase my bathroom singing abilities on a staged concert. With, um, nirvana.

Meet new people everyday, and add them on facebook, if they are nice.

Be surprised. As often as possible.

Exert my zygomaticus major all the time, and contagiously.  (non-medical fraternity, read “smile”)

Get drunk and make a speech on national TV. Addressed to everyone who matters to my life. A separate one for the ex (on MTV, that is)

Be looked up to.

Win a beauty pageant. Assuming i’d only need to be stick thin, somehow.

Visit the top of Mount Everest on a helicopter, since, climbing would be too much effort. And wasting precious time.

Look forward to meeting grandma in heaven.

Dress up, smile and die.