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.

sincerely,
her secretary (hehe..)

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.

i get it. you're addicted to chess.

which means, nothing makes me happier than to see you lose a game when i'm hovering and you can't concentrate.

ha!

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?

i can.

like it was just yesterday.

bye blogmates.
the little teapot has to go somewhere.
far, far away.
won't be able to update.
EVER.

but i'm keeping this blog,
in case i change my mind.

medschool is suicide,
i tell ya.

but a very good suicide.

adios.

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.

it's valentine's day.

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.

finally, something exciting happens.

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.

*gulp*

to gulliver

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,

a lilliputian.