Snowed In

Just added another year to my life and I’m celebrating this day with my blog. I’m alone but I’m not feeling lonely. As a matter of fact, I need this time badly. It’s been a while since I had spent time alone and awake. I’ve been spending so much of my energy to may work recently and though it gives me that self-fulfillment, I still needed to catch up with my life as a whole.

A couple of years ago I spent my birthday in the four walls of the hospital and my co-interns back then surprised me with a birthday party at exactly midnight inside the Pathology Department. This time, I again spent it inside the four walls of the hospital with my interns and co-leagues at the Department of Pathology. Last week, my other interns also surprised me with an advance birthday bash since they are not on duty on the exact day of my birthday. So might as well celebrate it in advance. That is the one thing that I have that my other co-leagues inside the Patho Department does not have - the warm thoughts from the interns.

So I thank everyone @ Pathology Department for the warm thoughts and to those resident doctors who came by to sing the birthday song for me.

So now, let’s have the roll call…

Since I’m now in my early 20’s, I could say that I’m a half-full pitcher (I don’t want to be a glass, I want a pitcher). I’m half way to my destination. My dreams now are half-fulfilled, my ambitions are now half-achieved, and my aspirations are now half-realized. I’m a restless warrior trying to keep the burning torch alive because I am the young apprentice of life.

I have to strive to fully make up for the other half so that when I reach the olden age, I could look back and cruise back in time with a full life. I have to make this journey worthwhile so that when the golden years is already at hand, I could look at myself in front of the mirror and I could only sigh with a smile knowing that those lines on my face and those withered white hairs are just a proof of a soul who had seen better days, a life who had touched others and made a difference, a walk on earth that worth every fight.

So I greet myself another happy fruitful worthy year.

P.S. Wish list: It always ends up to that one thing. The hope of the hopeless, or should I say… the only hope. The writer of the script, the director of the play, the author of the book of my life… the finisher of my faith. So be it. Amen.

September Rain

I feel odd... because I hear Christmas songs everywhere I go.
But I should not wonder knowing that the "Ver months" had just started.
I call it ver months ever since I was a kid to give a much heavier emphasis on its pronunciation.

... chestnuts roasting on an open fire

... jackfrost nipping at your nose =)

Conspiracy

Conspiracy 101:Heaven's Little Secret

Conspiracy 102:The Old Book

Three years ago, my big brother was preparing for his CPA board exams. During that time I was still in third year college. I dreamed one night that Nostradamus gave me a little handy book, a very old one that has all the formulas of life. It was actually a kind of a weird book that I could hardly explain how it looks like. In my dream, I was trying to give that book to my brother but I was not able to do so just before I woke up. Unfortunately, my brother did not make the board exams. I told that dream to him after he had recovered from his failure.

Last year, I was the one preparing for my Medical Technology Board exams and my brother told me that since the book in my dream is still with me, he told me that maybe I will pass the board exams. Fortunately I did. But I believe that passing that board exams was not actually because of the book in my dream but because God helped me.

The dream occurred again to me this time but in my dream, I gave that book away to someone I never knew.

I guess I have to share the hidden credenda of that old book I have kept in my dreams for 3 long years.

So I fare thee well with a grateful heart.

Workaholic

My boss left for a whole week vacation in Macao, so now I’m missing her… because the whole weight of our work is on my shoulder. Hahaha! And also to add the fact that the level of toxicity inside the Pathology department is at its peak… I’m rushing everything on the deadline. But I will get by… I know. I hope so!



In memory of the World Trade Center Attack years ago… oh! For Christ sake! What is so wrong with these people?

Triumph Of Defeat

In the event of losing everything invested in earning a name
In exchange for doubts and of noble shame
For the sake of something I have to fight
For doing what is really right.




It is in the moment I lost my prestige that I obtained respect
In the moment of losing my honor I gained dignity in every aspect
In the moment of lies I’ve known the truth
In the moment of autumn springs forth fruit.



In the midst of betrayal I earned trust
In the midst of war I’ve found peace at last
In the midst of chasing away that glorious fame
In the midst of knowing what worth the pain.




For most they thought I just gave up everything
But the prize I say is more than anything
For some they call it stupid
I say it is the triumph of defeat.

Grill Or All Vague : Part 2

Canst thou seeketh something not lost?

Canst thou findeth something not hidden?

… then I’ll get myself lost underneath the deepest abyss,

… I’ll hide myself beneath Thy glorious wings.

That thou mayest not see,

… maybe then, thou wilt seek; thou wilt find me.