.love.

2 07 2008

The most spectacular,indescribable, deep euphoric feeling for someone.

Love is an incredibly powerful word. When you’re in love, you always want to
be together, and when you’re not, you’re thinking about being together
because you need that person and without them your life is incomplete.

This love is unconditional affection with no limits or conditions:
completely loving someone. It’s when you trust the other with your life and
when you would do anything for each other. When you love someone you want
nothing more than for them to be truly happy no matter what it takes because
that’s how much you care about them and because their needs come before your
own. You hide nothing of yourself and can tell the other anything because
you know they accept you just the way you are and vice versa.

It’s when they’re the last thing you think about before you go to sleep and
when they’re the first thing you think of when you wake up, the feeling that
warms your heart and leaves you overcome by a feeling of serenity. Love
involves wanting to show your affection and/or devotion to each other. It’s
the smile on your face you get when you’re thinking about them and miss
them.

Love can make you do anything and sacrifice for what will be better in the
end. Love is intense,and passionate. Everything seems brighter, happier and
more wonderful when you’re in love. If you find it, don’t let it go.
One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life:

That word is love.

-Sophocles





Im sorry

25 06 2008

My heart breaks for you. Im sorry. I really cant. I love you but I cant. My heart belongs to someone else.

I’ve known you for awhile now, Im aware of your feelings for me. You may be speechless at this moment, but I know that there are a million of things you want to tell me. I cant fix you, I wish I can alleviate your pain. I understand if you are enraged, I will understand if you dont want to speak with me again. Im sorry but I cant. 

Be happy for me because I can feel again, I can trust again. Wholeheartedly. Unusual of me. 

You have found me but I cant say you are the one. I love you, but not like that. 

My heart really breaks for you. I’ll see you in a little while. 





Optimism

10 06 2008

I am a hopeful person. Meaningful things aren’t necessarily meaningful to all but I try to unwaveringly understand how things are important to particular people. Hope truly inspires me. Hope allows me to be resilient despite everything. Understanding is hope and I cannot give that up. 

The day is only beautiful if you see it that way. 

See it my way, then maybe we can change the world.





Writing Tourettes

10 06 2008

Within a span of an hour I have written two entries on my Parchment section [[ lets see if you can crack them open ]]. I am currently having one of those writing tourettes. I feel a few more pages coming on but I am immersed in facebook. Damn facebook.

Counting days til Boston…

 





All for Her

29 05 2008

It was love at first sight, frankly.

 

My heart was captivated by her antiquated yet rejuvenating beauty upon setting my eyes on her.

 

She reminds me of my sleeping consciousness, ecstatic to be rediscovered, awaiting to be nurtured.

 

In the beginning I was hesitant, not wanting to give my heart since the sacrifices were immense and the consequences dire.

 

Everyone thought it was not right for me to place myself where she is.

 

A few days passed and I could not have been more sure of this gravitation towards her.

 

They say that its the novelty of something new that attracts me to her elegant vibrance….

 

But not once in my life have I fallen so hard that I am more than willing to leave everything behind, just for her.

 

I know I will be happy there so now Im coming back for more… even if its just for a few days.


June 13, 2008 Los Angeles to Boston
June 20, 2008 Boston to Los Angeles

Boston is my city. Boston owns my heart.

 

 

take that Los Angeles.





I WILL GET CRUCIFIED FOR THIS

18 05 2008

Last night was the night of criticism and today was my day of reflection. I needed to find out the logic behind my actions and sure enough, my other bible was there to reason out with me: my own philosophical essays and my never failing pile of Nietzschean works. Blah blah blah say what you want about Nietzsche, your lack of understanding will discredit you the moment you open your mouth so do not even argue with me nor splash me with holy water just yet. His works has become a guidebook in my self awareness, which I could use more of quite frankly. Anyway, as I was pondering the reasons and repercussions of my essence as a human being, I came across a section of my writing based on good ol’Nietzsche: the never ending debate and censorship of the “God is Dead” and other related religious commentaries. Its a favorite topic of mine and I talk about it sporadically because its so controversial and I get plenty of ignorant hast-oriented interpretations to what my grandaddy Nietzsche has to say. Plus I like religious debate a lot, when I am able to talk about it, which isn’t often because its politically incorrect and you lose friends/acquaintances that way heheh. What I have is pretty much sections of epiphany and lines of questions that literally fell out of my head and into paper, so in re-reading it I had to make sense out of it over again. I have straightened out a line of reasoning and my stance on this and I want to share it. For those who know me well, I am quite the Christian, if it does not seem so it is because I do not impose my religious belief on others particularly on those who I know do not share the same belief system as mine. Yes, I am tolerant like that. Gosh I just know now that people will have strong reactions to my words… *sigh* How do I begin: as blunt and concise as possible? Yes.

God is dead and I am glad. 

Before I am dragged by my Roman [[now catholic]] captors for crucifixion, let me explain. The whole premise with “God is Dead” is generally misunderstood. But before one can understand it, one must understand the genius behind it. Nietzsche is an aetheist and an anti-Christian but definitely not an ANTICHRIST. He does not believe that there is a supreme being puppetting our lives and actions, he is very much a Materialist Existentialist. The distinction is well defined despite of the facade of similarity in the nomenclature of those three terms that I threw at you. An aetheist is one who does not believe in the existence of a higher being. An anti-Christian is someone who do not have “affinity” to the Christian dogma and the stereotyped people involved, regardless of their religious belief. An antichrist is the one who will burn in hell. Just kidding! I have to make the mood lighter with whatever relief I can utilize hehe. An antichrist is someone who does believe in the existence of a man called Jesus who lived roughly 2000 years ago, but is against his essence due to various reasons, more often than not, religious. So the man did not believe that there is a God, did not like Christians and what Christianity stood for, but believed in Jesus Christ [[ ubermensch ]], get it? Moving on. For a man with such belief to write about a passage stating that we have killed God [[ which stood for the Christian religion by the way ]] asked for a quick glance over and generations of misinterpretation and condemnation. Go back and reassess the writing and you will find that its a social commentary about how the powergrasp of religion has declined, its open for interpretation whether its a good thing or not. And oddly I find it a good thing.

Its very much like the idea of anarchy, you remove the power of authority and all that they stand for and you will find a lawless society who will end up relying on their own conceived moral judgement as to how to function with others. With the decline of Christianity and the coercion associated with it, people are now free to make decisions as far as which faith they would like to believe in. See when one says “decline of Christianity,” it is immediately assumed to be synonymous to “moral decline.” This is a frustrating notion as the Christian morality is preconceived and prepackaged for us to grab as our own, obliterating the free will so adamantly established as a gift of God that makes us unique to other creatures. How can that be if were subjected to swallow a moral design passively to take as our own, which is not too different from your pet dog eating a particular dog food determined by you? Do not get me started on the controlling nature of Christianity from the conception of it! Thats for another time. Anyway, if moral decline is what society is worried about, then it is just unfortunate that we think so because it is just the fear of being left naked with no secure decision net to fall back on when it comes to moral dilemmas. Should I kill this person or not? If not, why? What is the basis of this decision? Without the moral system conveniently provided by the Christian church, we are alone in developing our own morals with a particular set of reasons and purposes concocted by no other but you. Nietzsche, I suppose is someone you may call a disillusioned Christian [[he was born into Christianity like myself]] as he was able to see through the rituals and false piety that the religion has put on, particularly during his time. Yet he was able to rise beyond this and say “ok, I am not a Paulist [[ the origin of all that condemning talk in the Christian Church ]], but I can admit that I believe in the man Jesus was.” Allow me to distinguish the two from each other: Paul is the father of the Roman Catholic church and pretty much did nothing but bitch about how were all going to burn in hell unless we accept Jesus Christ as our Lord and Savior. Of course he didn’t say it like that….. MY TONE was more subdued. Jesus, however had a different preaching altogether: he preached of love, acceptance, humility, faith, trust, rejection of falsehood imposed by authority, forgiveness, and walking on water. So when I say I am a Christian, I really mean I am a Jesus Christian, not a Paulist which is what Christianity as a religion has always been. I have reasoned with myself with what I innately believe in along with its repercussions in life at an early age. Why? Because I rejected authority. I refused to believe in everything handfed to me. Remaining a Christian is a conscious choice and believe that I have meticulously picked out which of its doctrines are most true to me and which are “eh.” And I was in 6th grade!!! 

Hopefully with the advent of thinking outside religious boundaries, we will take advantage of this new freedom to choose a faith that we truly understand, not just because mommy and daddy said that we going to be. As a Christian, I am expected to preach the gospel of Christ but I cannot bring myself to, not because I am embarrassed, but because I do not want to impose a belief system to those who are not open to it or do not understand what it is to accept this. It would be nice if everyone chooses the same spiritual path I’ve taken but that is not ideal because it is my choice, not theirs. My logic is my own and really, much of it is only understood by myself. I am not your everyday Christian as I want something beyond a facade of following. What I want to see in the future is like I’ve mentioned, reminiscent of the anarchist ideology: People will constitute their own preference in spirituality, free of the social condemnation if it is not Christianity or any major religion, because they formulated their own reasoning for choosing so. What’s worse than not finding a spiritual path is following one under the guise of comprehension and fanaticism. The sanctity is killed. So if it takes the decline of Christianity [[or the Death of God in a societal context]] as a major religion in the country for our society to become more self aware of the choices that we make, then so be it. Let the Madman with his lantern come out again because the time is now. 

<<edit 5.20.08>>

I forgot to mention that the magnificent thing about losing religions foothold in society is that when people finally find their choice of spirituality, their intentions are purer and they are likelier to stick with it. Less back sliding per se. It will be beautiful.





Extracurricular Activities

14 05 2008

My skin is crawling out of sheer joy for having finished finals!!!!!! w0o0o0oh0o0o0o!!! An all nighter last night [[to read an untouched 68 chapter book]] was what it took to pass the preboard ATI exam and goshness it feels good to be done and over with it. Despite my eyes being droopy and just dead, I think I’ll go out this evening to see my happiness.

Next module here I come! and oh, clinicals at Whittier Medical Center too. Im already anticipating ticklish 12 hour shifts. But first things first, theory classes during the week, which is an ultimate ugh with the exception of Med-Surg which I know will be everything I’ve always wanted. Exhaustion is taking over and shower now I must…. exhaustions never really stopped me from going out. Makes you really wonder why I have fainting spells huh? 

Thats my life so far, maybe tomorrow I’ll have time to continue my “Where the wildflowers grow” story. Kiss me for inspiration!

::By the way::

You all should go to the Museum of the Arroyos {MOTA} Tour this Sunday May 18, 2008 from 11am-5pm

SIX MUSEUMS. FREE. FUN. ONE DAY ONLY.

museums to tour:

gamble house

heritage square

la police museum

lummis home

pasadena museum of history

southwest museum

// please click above for activities per museum //

// shuttle will be provided //

MOTA day is children oriented so bring your children along to begin as early as now in exposing them to art, culture, and history!

I will be on site as a volunteer so I hope to see you there!

 

 





so that McDreamy from the oncology department……

12 05 2008

The other day I got into a conversation about those dashing doctor types [[ well they are doctors ]] who I do not think I’ll ever end up with. So I guess Im not your typical girl who has a thing for those loaded, “intelligent [yet to be determined],” doctors with their beaming charm who every girl [[ or gay ]] aim to snag. HmMmm. I don’t trust them for some reason, I cannot fully explain it, nor would care to venture too much into it but I somehow feel like it wont happen. Sam told me Im a competitive person and that may be the reason I would not even look at guys in the same field as I am: I’ll end up in competition with that person and of course it’ll be virtually impossible to maintain a decent relationship if one has other motives than establishing an intimate connection. Don’t you think so? Well, apparently I do. hehe. Another thing may be that I know enough of those medical professional types [[duh Im in the field]] to stereotype them as superficial in their motives in becoming doctors. I have this singular impression that they could care less about making a difference but rather go into it only to impress girls, for the money, and go on in their bacheloresque debauchery with nurses despite of their marriage to their trophy wives. I refuse to be a trophy wife, and that is why Im of substance, not just some woman who will rely on their men to support her. The difference between the doctor breed and other men is they at least have the intellectual capacity to go to medical school and they dedicate many years, long hours, and plenty of sacrifices to establish themselves. I cannot speak for all of these men, and Im quite sure that there are those out there who truly want to make a difference in other peoples lives. Male doctors are people too and should be given the benefit of a doubt, yet I cannot shake this feeling that there is something wrong with them. Like I’ve said before, I still do not have words to describe this intuition I have about them in general: So Im suspicious of their clean cut, preppy dress shirts and slacks, their lab coats and ties, their perfect stance and smile. There is definitely an appeal, but I cannot see myself with one of them…. this distrust is uncalled for but I cant brush it off!!! They have this egotistical aura about them, like they would not even bother to lift a finger for you, thinking that they can buy you off with their cuteness, jewelry, fine dining and impersonal bouquets. Not that Im saying these things are bad and Im against it, but its pretty impersonal and uncreative, don’t you think? Its lacking that intimate and sincere component and its not just doctors who do this for girls as its not encapsulated in a particular profession. By the way, Im just talking about Physicians, not medical scientists because they are entirely a different breed. Not all doctors are like the men that I’ve described but its discouraging that I have not met one that isn’t at least flirty. Come on doctors, be at least professional in the way you carry yourselves at work!

I like how Im with someone who isn’t in my field, my architect : ) We can share things with each other without the need to be competitive, appreciation from the other side per se. Let it be known that I am not just talking just to talk, but this is my genuine impression of the men in the medical field according to what I have seen and experienced. My preference is my own call and it belongs to those intelligent, artsy, theory oriented men, who are also great conversationists. Oh my… 





I am a compulsive writer

12 05 2008

and I love it!!!!!!!

My brain cannot stop emitting words right now and I’d go crazy if its not channeled onto some medium. Im so happy I started a blog.

I should be studying.

 





15 hour shift.

8 05 2008

The battle was won with much ferocity and effort as humanly possible. No, the attempt was frail, yet it was a struggle nonetheless. I combed through my soaked hair and felt for tangles, letting the cool water drip down my back, shoulders, and chest, some of it even reaching my thighs. A long days work has ended once again and the cycle will go on for many many more months, perhaps even years. But the inevitable will happen and it will be all worth it: university, move to Boston, making a world shaking difference, married life one day then motherhood. Not necessarily in that order. Beyond what’s expected of me as a woman, I know I will prevail through the gender roles imposed on me, and not only that but also over the stigmas of various nature. The complexity of life, much like the tangles on my hair, will be there but it will not get in the way of my wanting it straightened and looking the way I want it to, just as I imagined. 

So this evening I brush my hair, knowing that every strand will not fall into place according to my every whims, but it will be unique. It will be mine and it will be exactly what I wanted. One day I will awaken to that perfect hair day and only my reflection will affirm that it is.