Thursday, September 22, 2005

INTERNSHIP BLUES: PART 4 (Are You Ready To let Go?)


Quote: Don't let go too soon... but don't hang on too long... you'll know just when to change your mind.

Yesterday, after the tiring duty at the hospital laboratory, me and my buddies went to SM West to watch a movie. It was already late in the afternoon when we arrived there at the mall so we hurriedly went straight to the movie house. We watched LAND OF THE DEAD - its a nice movie... not that very nice.. but simply NICE! I was strucked in the part when one of the young army was bitten by a zombie and then he killed his own self because he don't want to be one of those creepy creature. There was also another part of the story with the same situation as the first that I've just mention, but this second army, when he was given an option whether to die at the very moment he was bitten or to live but be one of those decaying zombies... he chose to live and become a zombie to revenge on someone. We're still inside the dark room when my mind started to twist into different psychological reflection, and then I asked my inner self if ever I'm trapped with the same situation, will I choose to die or to live with decaying body?... uhhh oh!!!... I'll rather DIE!!!
After the thrilling movie, we went to French Baker, bought some goodies out there... brownies and "tuna turner" - hehehe!!! Outside the mall, we made fun of ourselves, we took pictures like we were a wandering tourist in a very ordinary place wearing our white uniform, laughing and cracking jokes in the middle of the crowd as if we're at our own homes, with everybody staring at as like we're crazy or as if we're like those kids who are lost in the power of prohibited momentary fun of metamphetamines, barbiturates, methadone, or benzodiazepenes - (sounds too medical!!!). But no!!!, we're not lost in the power of benzoylecgonine (hehehe!!!), rather, we're lost in the company of each other. Man!!! life really rocks!!!
As we separate our ways homeward, I was left alone at the back of the taxi, still enjoying the scenario of the night lights at West Avenue. At the back of my mind, I was still laughing as I rewind the craziness we just did. Suddenly, I realized, at the end of this month, we're all be moving into different hospitals, which means, things won't be the same anymore. From the wild, crazy moment we just had, my mind suddenly shifted into the tranquility state of reflection - so there it was, the question suddenly seeped into my brain and I began to sort it all out - am I ready to let go?
Eversince this month of September approached this year, I already started battling with my emotions. I know I have to fix everything right now before its too late, too late to handle again the pain of letting go. I have to detached myself to the crazy company of sweet easy-riders and enter a new phase of my life again. I've learned a lesson again, that is - "We should let every experience penetrate us fully, and that's how we are able to leave it. Take every emotions,cause if you hold back on the emotions, if you don't allow yourself to go all the way through it, you can never get to being detached - cause you're too busy being afraid. If you dive into those emotions - you can say - " Alright, I have enough! I'll detached!". Turn the faucet of emotions and wash yourself with emotions, it won't hurt you, it will only help you".
There's no way to move forward but to leave the place you're in. And as what I always say - " You can always look back but you can never go back" - never dare to go back cause there's so much more on your wayward ahead. Honestly, I don't really want to go back either, cause I'm satisfied with what I had, I'm fulfilled, got no regrets either. Surely, I'll miss this, but if ever I'll have the fancy chance of going back, I won't take it, cause I believe that only those who have unsatisfied lives, unfulfilled lives, and lives that haven't found meaning are the ones who still want to go back, cause if you've found meaning in your life, you don't want to go back, you want to go forward, you want to see more. And yes! I want to see more, I have a very meaningful life and I want it to become more meaningful each day.
So, am I ready to let go?... if you reflect on my message, you'll know the answer. Read between the lines... the answer is there.

Tuesday, September 20, 2005

INTERNSHIP BLUES:PART 3 (The Permanent Ink)

10 days to go and I'll be moving to another hospital. I don't feel excited, what I feel right now is just a mixture of bitter-sweet, heterogenous conglomeration of both absurdity and reality. I sound confused - right?! I've learned to love that place that seemed to me like a rented home for a wandering man that needs not just a shelter but a home. It is a rented home! A home where you can find smiles, laughter, smiles, laughter, smiles, and laughter. I sound very attached to it... but only because I really enjoyed my stay there - that place that I once curse is the place I've come to loved. The people I never thought I could get along with are now ny buddies... surely, I'll miss them all.
As days goes by, I'm getting closer to my next destination. I don't know what awaits me there, but surely, what I'll leave behind will leave a permanent ink in my life, a permanent hue that won't fade till I face my last bitter hour in this world's splendid time.
I'm glad to say, I'll be leaving without any grudge within me. I'm glad to know that we'll be leaving each other... but we'll all remain as friends. No regrets so far... because I've lived my short stay there to the fullest. Some might think I'm absurd, because I know almost everybody hate that place... but I appreciate that place so much more than anybody knows because I've learned a lot... and those lessons I've learned are now my chip on my shoulder to face a new world.
No more words to say now but... THANK YOU!...
To everybody @ United Doctors Medical Center... I really appreciate each one of you...
SORRY!... for my shortcomings...
THANK YOU!... for sharing a piece of your life to me...
Till next meeting!!!...
Le'gra Go Deo!!!

Sunday, September 11, 2005

ALL AbOuT Me

These are the things that make me happy even though the world sucks!!! 1. I'm happy everytime I play my guitar (its soothing to the bones...). 2. I'm happy everytime I spend my idle moments listening to my favorite music (its relaxing as every beat seeped into my nerves). 3. I'm happy everytime I write journals, poetries, songs, etc. - its my passion. 4. I'm happy everytime I spend my sleepless nights gazing at the stars on a dark night. 5. I'm happy everytime I wake up late on a free-day with the sun touching my face while I'm still on my bed. 6. I'm happy everytime I sit beside our window pane and watch the rain fall down from the dark sky. 7. I'm happy everytime I walk along the winding road with the cold breeze kissing me. 8. I'm happy everytime I stay late at night watching TV with pizza and coke. 9. I'm happy everytime I've done something for myself. 10. I'm happy everytime I've done something for others.
The Message: You can find real happy people not in big companies but in simple homes...
Infact, the most happy people are those:
*Old grandpa cutting grass in their back yard.
*Old grandma baking cookies for her grand kids.
*(Old/Young) couples walking at the park with their dogs.
*Children playing innocent games.
*Simple and not so perfect family where love reigns.
The Quote: Happiness is somewhere between too little and too much...
It is found where "enough" lies.

Thursday, September 08, 2005

A Message In A Blog

"Anguish Of The Youngest Child"
I'm a typical person, a typical girl, a typical youngest child in the family who grew up like the usual other typical youngest children in the family who grew up well favored by their parents, hated by their siblings, and alone most of the time.
I'm a daddy's girl... that's actually both a blessing and a curse at the same time. It's a blessing being the only girl and at the same time the youngest in the family because I'm treated really special. They always give me extra money, extra toys, extra food, and they always protect me... I mean... overly protect me. But the other side of it is a curse. Being hated by you're siblings is a big curse. You'll always find yourself alone without anyone to talk to, to share what's on your mind, and what you feel.
I grew up with pens, papers, and my old guitar who knows me more than my parents...more than my big brothers... more than anyone. I grew up with these stuffs because through them, I could just burst out all my inert emotions in life.
I started to write at a very young age. I wrote my first poetry and my short story (entitled "ANNA'S BIRTHDAY") when I was about three years old. I composed my very first song at the age of four. I love writing eversince. Everytime I write, I feel like my soul is reviving and in that very moment of placidity in my life I could find the real space that I crave, the space where no one knows where except me, the space where all my feelings live, my fears, my hopes, my tears, my joys, my failures, my success, my anger, my love, my strenghts, my weaknesses, my anguish, my pain, my insecurities, my confidence, and my weirdest dream among the weirdest dreams where your imagination cannot even take you, not even your wildest dreams or nightmares.
No one knows this space, its just me, my pens, my papers, and my good old guitar, they were my childhood friends, and my peers until now. They know what state of poignancy I'm in right now - these stuffs knows it, but my parents don't, my big brothers don't, not even my friends know what kind of anguish, pain, and fury I'm suffering right now.
Its sad, so sad to be alone. You know that you're in a big crowd but you still feel all alone. Its the inner loneliness that makes you feel empty though people thinks you're full. Its like your days are full but you remain, most of the time, unsatisfied.
I don't have grudges - I just hope I'm telling the truth. But I know someone out there has a grudge on me. He thinks I'm selfish, self-centered child who never cares for anyone. But look who's talking!...He thinks I'm a spoiled brat, selfish, self-centered kid because if ever I've done him a favor, I don't take that favor with me forever... I've done it... then its done!!! Why should I talk about it in front of everybody just for them to complement me and say "Oh she's a good lass!" - I don't give a damn on it! But whenever HE gives me a little favor, he'll let the whole world know about what he has done... (so you want the complement???!!!... I'll give it to you - THANK YOU!!! - satisfied?).
Now tell me, who's selfish and self-centered? You always have your hidden agendas just to elevate yourself. Who do you think you're foolin'? - I can pretend that I don't know what's going on... but I know it man!!! I know it!... You know what?... you're not only selfish and self-centered, you're also damn numb and dumb at the same time for not realizing what other people have done for you. You always think we owe you a so much... but no!!! cause you're damn hypocritical noble man with a distinct feature of a hero with a rotten philosophy of a villain. No one knows your agenda - that's what you think... but I do!!! You can't fool me. I don't hate you... though I know you hate me... I just wish that you're not the person you are.
"I grew up the way many youngest children grow up, pampered, adored, but inwardly tortured!"
This is the anguish of a youngest child...
Its for everyone to read...
Its a MESSAGE IN A BLOG...