I am a twenty-something constipated medical student. That's about the only thing I want to share with you right now.
.::ExTrA ExTrA::.
Your Hidden Power Is Water
You have a rather calm soul, but when tempted will get pissed off at those who bug you. You do whatever you can in your powers to help those of your allies and have an okay taste for human kind, but you find them rather annoying on occasions.
People who try desperately to win, particularly at all costs, end up losing everything.
-Conrado de Quiros, INQ 12-06-05
After the people are dead, after the things are broken and scattered, taste and smell alone, more fragile but more enduring, more unsubstantial, more persistent, more faithful, remain poised a long time, like souls, remembering, waiting, hoping, amid the ruins of all the rest.
-Marcel Proust, Remembrance of Things Past
I have to reckon with myself that some birds aren't meant to be caged, their feathers are just too bright. And when they fly away, the part of you that knows it was a sin to lock them up does rejoice, but still, the place you live in is that much more drab and empty that they are gone.
-Ellis Redding, Shawshank Redemption
Et ignotas animum dimittit in artes.(And he sets his mind to work upon unknown arts.)
OVID, Metamorphoses, VIII., 18
And as for knowledge of the facts of nature, I want you to devote yourself with curiosity: let there be no sea, river nor fountain of which you do not know its fish; all the birds in the air, all the trees, all the shrubs and fruits of the forests... By frequent dissections, acquire perfect knowledge... I feel a well of science... But science without conscience is nothing but ruin of the soul.
- Francois Rabelais, 1554
.::How Am I?::.
February 5, 2006
~Love month. So what?
~I have more important things to worry about. Like the anatomical and physiological proceedings of excreta production. Coz not only is it the love month, it's also gastrointestinal month for us poor unfortunate medical students. How lovely. And appropriate.
December 1, 2005
~CHRISTMAS Season! love it! most absolutely!
November 28, 2005
~It's Janis' fault. Now this song is really stuck in my head.
~Softly, gently, I will let you go lay you down. Coz I don't love you in the same way now. I can hold you, but not with lover's arms. Coz you are more of a brother to me now... Lalala...
November 25, 2005
~Think happy thoughts. Think happy thoughts. Think happy thoughts. And remember that you're doing okay, whatever happens.
November 21, 2005
~Ah yes, to walk in the rain. What therapy. Pity it hasn't rained for days.
~Yey, I'm having dinner with friends!
November 18, 2005
~Of eyeglasses, big toothy grins, and silent intelligence.
~My nerdic ways are starting to resurface.
November 17, 2005
~I'm on rebound mode. Err. I hope. And the cranial nerves make me go mad. Horn mad. Dead mad. Malfunctioning brain cells have no place in the medical field. What in the world am I doing here, anyway??
~Sanity. What's this word again?
November 15, 2005
~Pffft! Too much sleep. Hence, I will cram (again).
This BLOG was created on December 29, 2004, But the counter malfunctioned halfway through, So now, I installed a new counter!
if you happen to drop by and you read this, the lil' teapot would like to wish you a merry christmas and a prosperous new year! thank you for visiting this blog. even when she is unable to bloghop back, your visit means a lot to her.
sit beside me, let me drown in the serenity of your presence. let this comfortable, soulful silence, erase all vestiges of fear. doubt. dismay.
as i lean on your shoulders, and the sunset surrenders its majesty to the almighty moon, let this moment express the unfathomable joy of our souls finding each other amidst the crowd.
hilltop. with a view. sea below us. clear blue skies above.
do you remember? do you still hear the birds? can you still feel the gentle breeze? or the warm rays of the sun through the leaves of the rubber tree? can you still recall the smile on my face when we held hands?
the image in the mirror hasn't changed. still the same selfish, stubborn, spoiled fool seeking approval from the same selfish, stubborn, spoiled world.
but look into the eyes of the woman in the mirror and she will tell you:
the people you've chosen to value in your life are not treating you the way you deserve. but you value them anyway. you care for them still. you think about them still. you love them still.
how naive could you get? how much longer will you cling to silent memories? when will you ever learn?
and the woman in the mirror, in solemn anger, and with tears falling down her cheeks, vanishes into oblivion.
so now i stand in front of the mirror but nobody's there to stare back at me.
and while the rest of world celebrate love by spending on flowers and chocolates and movie houses and motels, i will be at school, listening attentively to a lecture on the mechanics of defecation.
yes, ladies and gentlemen, today is national mooshoo day on my calendar.
tita bing tagged me! medyo late. pero cge. try natin to.
But I'm not passing this one though. Hirap maghanap nang mapapasahan.
looking for:
Homo sapiens (XY chromosomes please)
ingredients:
wala. my brain is a puddle of goo. can't think of anything sensible to write. balik ako mamaya. or wait. cge na nga. pero walang kwenta yung susunod na mababasa niyo.
1. Bangag. yung tipong kulang sa tulog. gising pa alas dos ng umaga. nocturnal. 2. Kahit na bangag at kulang sa tulog, kaya pa ring tumawa! at tumawa! at tumawa! hahaha! 3. Kahit na bangag at kulang sa tulog, mabait pa rin. 4. At hindi marunong magalit sa mundo. kasi galit ako sa mundo. opposites attract, di ba? 5. Yung gusto ng debate. gaano man kaliit na bagay, pwedeng pagdebatehan, right? 6. Pero marunong mag-compromise. 7. At nakikinig sa mga walang kwentang kwentong kalye ng lil' teapot. 8. At mahal na mahal ako. maubos man ang lahat ng buhok sa ulo ni gloria macapagal arroyo.
twenty-six chapters. four nights left. and that's only the physiology portion. i don't even want to count the anatomy part.
plus two research proposals. one for pharmacology. and another for community medicine.
which means, i'm not supposed to be here. in fact, i'm no longer here. i have buried my nose into a very thick book. and with no time to grasp for air.
you step into my life like a wave crashing on the rocks of the shore. suddenly painful. and quite numbing. but also inevitable. the waves remain waves. but the rocks are changed forever. without their even knowing.
this little place of comfort i've built for myself, is suddenly empty. and quite meaningless. but there is also a revelation.
i realize. there is indeed a world greater than my own. the sky is higher than i imagined. and the possibilities can be limitless.
but alas. like a stranger on a journey, your passage was but for a while. and before i even realize just how damaging or constructive you've become, you were gone.
and all i have, as proof of your existence, is a humongous footprint you left on the floor of my heart.
travel safe, great gulliver. perhaps in time, our paths will once again cross. but until then, i remain,