Wednesday, February 1, 2012


It was a Monday.

The day started like all other days of the week normally do. I woke up early, skipped breakfast, said a short prayer at the chapel, took short strides going to the classroom, enjoying the view of the campus in the early morning hours while trying to recall what I studied the past couple of days. It's quiz time again. And in the world of Med, Mondays are dreadful. And manic.

I finished the exam 15 minutes too early and went out. The time has come.

She was already seated at the long table outside the classroom, reviewing the answers with some friends. She took a glance, and I smiled back. We were going to lunch together.

For the first time that day, and after a difficult exam, I finally found a reason to feel light. So I waited for her at the other end of the hallway, sneaking glances at her. And when she was finally over, she went over me and gave me the smile I knew so well. It was time for lunch.

She sat across me, with an air of confidence that a lady should possess-- not too empowering, not too intimidating. We were the only costumers then. She talked about her love for music, about the French movies that she like, about books and songs that mean a lot. She even made me listen to The Weepies, and I loved it. We hit the Book Sale after lunch and bought some good stuff. It was like nothing happened. It was as if we did not talk for a couple of months. It was beautiful and surreal yet it was painful and sad all at the same time.

We listened to a sad love song on our way back to school. It was tender and sensitive and spoke of the thing that we have. It was the longest lunch we've had, together.

It was a Monday and it started like all other days of the week normally do. It made me proud knowing that Mondays can turn out to be so good even after hitting you hard in all the wrong places.

Thursday, January 12, 2012


It takes a million cups of coffee, sleepless nights, missed parties, the eternal eyebags and a lot of these highlighters to see the wonders and color of Med School.


Monday, January 9, 2012

New Version of the Same, Old Hallucinations

It had been months since I started Med School, as well as pouring my creative juices into this blog. I somehow lost all the neurons I previously had, all of which had been programmed to write and take photos, and now all that's left are those that know only how to read and write. I had been wanting to update this, so starting today, I'll be injecting some "blog time" in between classes or study moments. I'll carry my trusty iPad always in the hopes of bringing back what had once been mine, the power to write and meet people like you.

Meanwhile, here's a sneek peak of my life. I missed you, bloggers.

Sunday, July 10, 2011

Bittersweet Symphony.

It's been a while since I've been here. Med school just took away my life, completely turned it around and I'm still under the mythical kaleidoscope that it's spinning me into. Well, I'm here again because for the longest time I haven't found the time to visit my blog, and now that I do, I'm all out of words. Hell, even pictures.
So, before I go back to my books, let me tell you. Med School is my piece of Hell on Earth. But when you look at it closely, it's not actually fire you're seeing. Well, I dunno what that is either, but when I figure it out, I'll tell you. This is the best kind of Hell I've been into.
Dream on, bloggers! :-)

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

Monday, April 4, 2011


I found these photos from my cousin's computer. I thought I had them all deleted. Ghaaad. I miss her. I miss Grace. =(

Circa 2006.

Sunday, March 27, 2011

Chico's Wedding.

Some pictures I took from my brother's wedding.

Sunday, March 13, 2011

My Sister, Kaiii.

Some of the photos I took this afternoon.

Thursday, March 3, 2011

I Love You.

And I know that I'm drunk but I'll say the words
And she'll listen this time even though they're slurred
Dialed her number and confessed to her
I'm still in love but all I heard was nothing

The Script, Nothing