Tuesday, September 20, 2011
transition
why is it that we must always aim to better things when things are acceptable the way they are?
Monday, September 12, 2011
525,600 MINUTES
this all too familiar lyric to the very famous song "seasons of love" from the musical "rent" plays in my head.
yes, it has been already a year of kilig and happy moments. sometimes, moments so happy that you just think you could implode and leave traces of yourself everywhere. yet, just like every package, the positives must be peppered with challenges...such as the commitment of finishing things, hanging on and doing stuff even if you dont want to, the peaks and valleys of successes and failures. things that make me thankful to be alive and make me learn more about myself and people close to me.
but all in all, it is worth it.
too fast, i tell you.
sometimes, i just wish i had bottomless supply of brake fluid so that i could put a stop to time. so that i could have time to look around, laugh a bit more, or appreciate moments which i didn't know would become rarities in the future. at other times, i wish i had a time machine so that i could fast forward to the future and be where i think i want to be.
oddly though, when you get to the place where you thought in the past you want to be, it rarely ends up being what you imagine it to be.
so i find myself reflecting on what has been.
in the middle of all the funny-ness of the santol seeds, sucking it up, and prunification, the past 525,600 minutes have all been good. :)
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4 imchorvs
yes, it has been already a year of kilig and happy moments. sometimes, moments so happy that you just think you could implode and leave traces of yourself everywhere. yet, just like every package, the positives must be peppered with challenges...such as the commitment of finishing things, hanging on and doing stuff even if you dont want to, the peaks and valleys of successes and failures. things that make me thankful to be alive and make me learn more about myself and people close to me.
but all in all, it is worth it.
too fast, i tell you.
sometimes, i just wish i had bottomless supply of brake fluid so that i could put a stop to time. so that i could have time to look around, laugh a bit more, or appreciate moments which i didn't know would become rarities in the future. at other times, i wish i had a time machine so that i could fast forward to the future and be where i think i want to be.
oddly though, when you get to the place where you thought in the past you want to be, it rarely ends up being what you imagine it to be.
so i find myself reflecting on what has been.
in the middle of all the funny-ness of the santol seeds, sucking it up, and prunification, the past 525,600 minutes have all been good. :)
____
4 imchorvs
outwardly aging, inwardly regressing
last saturday, i, along with very close friends of mine, attended the dedication cum birthday party of the children of mrs therese. for the first time in a long time, i saw myself with my former co residents existing in their lives outside medschool: lives as moms, dads, with yayas, running after their children, making sure all the guests were well, coaching their kids regarding how they could best pin the tail on the donkey, carrying their children on their shoulders so that they can get the prime prize during the pabitin, or going with their child to the pool to feel if the water was warm enough for swimming.
gone were the days when we slept in the comfort of the callroom, rooting for american idol, playing guitar hero between referrals at the er. all of a sudden, i was vortexed into the future of grown-uped-ness in the middle of the party.
the weirdest part of the vortex was that i felt the same. i felt cheated that i didn't get to partake of the spaghetti and chicken lollipop and the red hotdog with the marshmallow at the tip of the stick.
i felt like competing for a loot bag. i wanted to play hit the pot and swim with the rest of the kids in the cold weather.
however, as if to prove that these days were over, a single strand of WHITE HAIR distracted me in the middle of the dedication service. as if in a motion of resistance and rebellion, i hastily and forcefully pulled out the white strand of hair.
i called the attention of SAFM and resident-brain-man and said "look oh".
to which they replied "ano yan?"
"white hair." i said.
as if to rub the irreversibility of it all, we did that which we could only do.
"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
gone were the days when we slept in the comfort of the callroom, rooting for american idol, playing guitar hero between referrals at the er. all of a sudden, i was vortexed into the future of grown-uped-ness in the middle of the party.
the weirdest part of the vortex was that i felt the same. i felt cheated that i didn't get to partake of the spaghetti and chicken lollipop and the red hotdog with the marshmallow at the tip of the stick.
i felt like competing for a loot bag. i wanted to play hit the pot and swim with the rest of the kids in the cold weather.
however, as if to prove that these days were over, a single strand of WHITE HAIR distracted me in the middle of the dedication service. as if in a motion of resistance and rebellion, i hastily and forcefully pulled out the white strand of hair.
i called the attention of SAFM and resident-brain-man and said "look oh".
to which they replied "ano yan?"
"white hair." i said.
as if to rub the irreversibility of it all, we did that which we could only do.
"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
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