Fall From Grace

I've been feeling spaced out lately. I read my Paul and Juhl's at 1 hour per page. My thoughts wander as I listen to the songs that play on my car stereo (courting danger, yes). I stare at a perfectly normal x-ray for a long time while my mind drifts away. In an attempt to rationalize things, I still don't get why I'm feeling what I'm feeling. I know he's not the one, can't be the one and I certainly don't want him to be the one. Yet he consumes my thoughts. I think I've been poisoned and I haven't found the antidote to it.

Elaine asks me if he knows what I'm going through, hell no. My pride is all that is left of me now. What, stroke his ego by asking him "so how does it feel to be one who jabs the knife into my hapless soul?" Eww. I'm not giving him that form of flattery. Not until hell freezes over.

At my other blog at xanga, my entries containing my whinings on him generated the most comments. I proclaimed myself healed and switched all of the previous entries to private mode. However, like a cancer that relapses, it's haunting me all over again, pulling me down more than ever. If I can't get this off my system, this would have to be my fall. The end of all the great things for me.

I'm not blaming anyone for this. Like I always say, this is self-inflicted. This is not much about him, this is about me holding on to a lie, to a ludicrous flicker of hope. Clinging to a rotten sentiment is emotionally damaging. I fear its ascent to my brains. When the right one comes along, I wouldn't want him to catch me at such a dysfunctional state. Being damaged up there is not a very alluring quality. Time to gather my composure now and get back to doing my thing.I know I'll be okay. I can handle this with grace.

digression: whoa! ain't it cool to be writing this with "die another day" playing on my background. check the player on the right lower side of this page.

My object of desire

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The EOS 300D Digital is a high-performance, digital AF SLR camera with an ultra-fine CMOS sensor with 6.30 million effective pixels. It is full-featured for all types of shooting, from fully automatic snap shooting to highly creative work. You can use all Canon EF and EF-S lenses and start shooting quickly at any time in any mode. Images can also be printed directly from the camera. CompactFlash cards serve as the camera's recording medium.

Truly drool-worthy. My birthday/christmas wish. During college, my minolta x-700 was my best companion especially during my stint as a photographer for the college yearbook. I never had any formal training in photography, my photo editor filled me in with the technical stuffs. My friend Malou who believes so much in my artistic eye asked me to take pictures during her wedding. It didn't materialize though. Aside from the fact that I'd be wearing a gown to her wedding (imagine me taking shots in a gown), my slr camera just gave up on me. I couldn't control the lights that come in. Its flash went off and I'm using another camera's flash which doesn't measure up. Since it's an old camera, I still have to focus before taking a shot. My eyes aren't in their tiptop condition as well. I can no longer pull off quick candid shots which are my forte. I like capturing emotions... moments. I still use it outdoors, though, with my nieces as my favorite subjects. For a time I stopped playing the photographer and preferred being the subject instead. I just want to keep as many pictures while my wrinkles aren't showing up and look back later in life and see how good I looked (err..why do I get this feeling I'm getting slammed on the head). For now the photographer in me is really itching to get my hands on this canon eos 300D. It will take a while before i save up enough money to buy it though.

He's Not That Into You

This article has been posted somewhere in the net. Unfortunately, it doesn't say who the author is. I always keep this handy for friends who are starting to be delusional. I let them read this from my pda. I wish I found this 5 years sgo, this would have saved me from a lot of trouble. The first time I read this, it zapped me back to my senses. I have this feeling I have an obligation to spread the gospel, so here it is:

During what women believe to be the start of a budding romance, certainty about where the relationship is going is never questioned. To us, "it's in the bag" without necessarily saying this out loud. He calls, he tells me, he misses me, asks me out often, is relentlessly sweet and thoughtful. I am always on cloud nine and unapologetically unable to wipe the grin off my face. I am in love with him and although he hasn't said so yet, I am sure he loves me back. Herein lies the tragedy.

With men, until he hasn't asked you to be his girlfriend, you are not on safe ground. No matter how few the minutes are between his text messages or his phone calls, even if he has tried to hold your hand, carefully pick off the eyelash from under your eye, and wipe the crumb that was perched on your upper lip, assume that he just wants to be friends. Assume otherwise and you'll be in for a great big heartbreak. I am not trying to build a community of skeptics and cynics through this column but to warn all the women out there to tread the waters carefully before jumping in. I am your willing guide in your journey through the abyss of relationship. I am Yoda. I have been the confidante of so many men all these years that I know how their minds work. I know what they'll do next. I know what they want...because they tell me.

Men are almost formulaic- especially those who have remained single after 25. When faced with the same given in the same situation, no matter where they come from, they will all do the same thing. Enter the questions women love to ask: (1) Why hasn't he called me the past few days? (2) If he likes being with me so much, why doesn't he leave his girlfriend/wife for me? As much as we would like to fall back into thinking that men are idiots and need a little shove into the right direction, I advise you to please keep your hands where they are. Do not text, call or make a bigger fool of yourself. There is just one answer to all three questions: he doesn't love you enough.

Let's take each situation one at a time. He hasn't called you the past few days... Women will immediately assume that something's wrong. His cellphone is off, he is sick, he got into an accident he's upset with me etc. We spend hours trying to think of what could possibly be preventing him from calling us. Once we come up with the most logical answer, e.g. he is sick, we decide to text him. We say to ourselves, "okay lang for me to text him, at least he'll think that I care about him and that I'm thoughtful. Plus, once lang naman to e. After this, I'll never initiate texting." More brazen women ould come right out, all the guy and ask, "Why haven't you called me?" Whenever my women friends tell me they did this, I visibly cringe and have to stop myself from hitting them over the head. You see, men's initial feelings for a woman are not usually carved in stone. How they feel about you is very much like writing on the sand. You have to be careful so that they don't change their minds about you.

My guy friends who confide in me (voluntarily) have the same facial statement when they tell me about the girl who asked them that question, "Why haven't you called me?" They look like they have the heebie-jeebies. They freak out and are this close to complaining about this. They haven't called you because they don't feel like it. They might feel like it later but at the moment they don't so they won't.> They are aware you exist and don't need you to remind them about it. They will let your first call go this time but already, they are leaning toward " not feeling like calling you" on a long-term basis. Do you want that? I don't think so. They also tell me that men are entitled to change their minds the way women do.

They are also flaky and "not sure" all the time, He hasn't left his girlfriend or his wife for you. Sometimes men are looking for icing on the cake in the form of a woman friend who plugs in all the gaps that his better half cannot fill. She is usually somebody with slightly different qualities than his mate. He enjoys being with her, calls her all the time, consults with her about life-altering decisions but does not really come out and make a decision about who he wants to be with simply because he is in a "safe place." He has the best of both worlds and doesn't need to make a choice. If he hasn't left her for you yet, chances are, he won't. Telltale signs: she is still his priority. When she calls and asks him to pick her up, he hurriedly finishes his meal and tells you that he has to go. When you ask him out on days when he has to take her home, he'll say he can't. You notice that you are only together when his schedule permits it and when seeing you doesn't conflict with his time with her. You get the crumbs. This kind of arrangement only tells you that he doesn't love you enough to forsake his girlfriend for you. If he takes a chance by leaving her for you, you're sure that he loves you.Most men would stay with the safe, the tried and tested over risking everything. It takes a lot for them to, believe me. Obviously, you don't want to be second best or the pangtawid-gutom.

Find someone who will make you his only priority. Although they pretend and seem otherwise, men are not idiots when it comes to matters of the heart. They know full well what they want out of the relationship. They do not need to be rescued by you. They don't need hints, carefully crafted text messages or highway billboards that promise them a bed of roses with you. If they really like you, they will do anything to get you to like them back. You just have to sit there and wait for your nails to dry. Trust me. I can get enough signatures from the creeps to validate this.

So there. I've always been scolded by friends who tell me I should at least let the guy know he stands a chance. The last time I followed their advice, I overdid it. To this day I haven't forgiven myself for doing that and I still am suffering for my actions. I only made myself an addition to the guy's list of achievements in the girls' department and boosted his already bloated ego. I'm no good in doing risky business. Bottom line is, there are no mixed signals, only stupid girls who allow cold-hearted guys to string them along.

12 Love Struck Facts

another one of those circulated posts in the net. again, no mention of the author

1) Don't turn your back to love when it's already in front of you. Don't drive it away from you, because if you do, someday, you'll think again, why you let love flew when it was there next to you.

2) In Love, think things first over if you're sure about how you feel. Don't fall too hard not knowing where you will stand, 'coz it will hurt real bad if things don't go the way you want them to be.

3) It's an irony to know that it takes hours for someone to have guts to say "hi" to the one he likes, days to admire,weeks to miss the person, months to love, but just a blink of an eye to say goodbye...

4) Go for the person who loves you. It is not wrong to love someone who belongs to someone else, but it is much better to love someone who could also love you in return.

5) Love isn't something we hold, it is something we set free. It's not something we just do, but it's something we don't imagine to be. Lastly, it's not something we choose, it chooses us...

6) The scariest thing about falling in love is getting hurt. The scariest thing about getting hurt is not being able to love again. The scariest thing about not loving again is being alone forever.

7) When you follow your heart, worry not where it will lead you, for your heart knows the way. And if you do get lost or reach a dead end, use your head to lead you back home.

8) When you truly care for someone, you don't look for faults, you don't look for answers, you don't look for mistakes. Instead, you fight for the mistakes, you accept the faults, and you overlook excuses.

9) It's better to lose your pride to the one you love, than lose your loved one to your useless pride.

10) Love is .........not " it's your fault ", but " i'm sorry ", not " where are you ? ", but " i'm here ", not " how could you ? ", but " i understand, not " i wish you were here ", but " i'm thankful you are ".

11) The beginning of love is to let those we love be just themselves, and not twist with our own image. Otherwise,we love only the reflection of ourselves we find in them.

12) If a relationship is truly meant for you, your love will find a way to make it happen, and God will be there to make sure it will stay.

RANDOM PHOTOS

k sisters xmas party

last year's k-sisterhood christmas dinner. from cpk to tequila joe's. picture-taking is a must for this group.

class

vitalis signa class 2001. black and white effect makes us look like post-war class of 1945, though.

Sailing

sailing time at Bolinao, Pangasinan. it was an interns' day out. shawie (the camille pratts look-alike in lavender shirt) offered their beach house for us to stay.

the man

Before you get perverted thoughts on why am I posting pictures of a half-naked man on my blog, let me introduce you to this scorching-hot hunk on the photo, that's Luke Jickain. I was never into Marina but I occasionally checked it out just so I could get a glimpse of him. The sounds are off when I watch him by the way. I watched last night's Bench Understatement Fashion Show Special on studio 23 and there he was, in his usual gorgeous self, strutting his absoutely FATAL looks. He's chunkier than when I saw him 2 years ago, with more defined abs. The abs, man, the abs! Someone commented that this guy should be shot in the head for looking so beautiful. You bet. Man, I do make the best judgment on the hunks. I'm mighty proud of that.

jickain

This is Luke 2 years ago, at a Sari-sari fashion show. I couldn't help taking snapshots of him everytime he passed by. He's got the "it" factor going for him and I sensed that right that very moment. It was not to ignore.

Luke

Still at the Sari-sari fashion show. A leaner Luke than his present cosmo centerfold/bench poster structure . Either way he is hotness personified. Just don't ask me his age. He's a jailbait to me.

mannequin

This time it's not Luke. That's the equally drop dead gorgeous Carlo Adorador with Ai and I. He was also part of the sari-sari fashion show. That time I couldn't tell him from Luke Jickain, I thought I was seeing double. Two years later, he became my friend and I got to be his matchmaker. *coughs* (hehe! hi, gail) The rest is history. I was hoping I could catch him in the Bench fashion show special but I didn't. He's one of the most humble models you'll ever meet. Things are looking up for him as well. He nixes offers to join showbiz coz as he puts it:"gagawin lang nila akong boldstar" which is a good thing (uh, the turning down of offers, not the idea of him as a boldstar). His looks are too glamorous for showbiz, anyway.

Tough Choices

Mama Fe is the one to my right, trying to distort my poise

Another friend is quitting residency. First it was me, then Isobelle, now it's Mama Fe (no she's not my mother and neither does she look like a mother, that's just the way we call her coz she nags like one). She's an incoming 3rd year surgery resident at VRPMC.Three months ago, this was the email she sent me when she learned I was quitting:

Gracie,
Girl as much as I want to ask the many whys and whatabouts its your decision and I respect you for that. One thing that I admire of you is that you really mean what you say and stand for your decision. You`ve always been very vocal on what you want in life. No pressure, no stress but something worth learning and living.I guess we are all individuals looking for a place in our chosen fields.Hope you`re happy and enjoy your next journey.I think you were a journalist in your past life. I did not cry but girl I was also like that when I first started residency but I guess the difference is that I chose the field very close to my heart that no matter what people say behind my back I had to move on and accept the challenge not to prove to them that I can surpass it and please them but to please myself. Go girl you know that we, your friends, will always be behind you.See you soon!!!!
Mama Fe

A few days ago, she texted me and announced that she was quitting. I didn't believe her. I knew how much she wanted to be a surgeon. She's setting her sights on Australia or London. Today she sent me this email.

Girl, You`re probably surprised why I texted you and that I`ve decided on quitting when in fact I just wrote you barely 2 or 3 months ago that I have found my own place amidst the egoistic male world. Needless to say that I just happened to wake up one morning feeling empty and needing some soul-searching.Surprised that of all people why me? Wala lang just got tired of caring and giving.... and taking chances....hay hirap!!!

Mama, Like I told you in the email, if there's anyone who could understand what you're going through, that would have to be me. Mahirap talagang magpaka-bayani. They say give til it hurts. It hurt and so I went. Whatever you decide on, I'll be supportive of it. I'll be back in Manila next month. See you.
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My horoscope for tomorrow:
Have you got an older sibling or maybe even a parent that you can confide in? Right now you need that home court stability to use as a sounding board for your romantic concerns.

geez.. i never burdened my family on my romantic concerns. will mama fe or ate elaine do? when making crooked decisions, you never blame it on the stars.

Lines

"If you love someone set him free if he comes back slam the door and say "f*** YOU"!!! you had your chance... "

nice one. really nice one. sometimes i wish i were bitchy enough to deliver these kinds of lines. a nice girl's version of this one would be:

"If you love someone set him free if he comes back say hi and ask do i know you?"

Headbangers

Friends are there to bang your head on the wall when you're about to make a stupid mistake in your life. Elaine just did that to me, for the nth time. Her words are reverberating in my head up to this moment. You had a point, Laine. I cannot argue with that. Thanks for reminding me. I didn't know I 'd reach this point where I'm the one receiving the sermons.

Ai, the owner of the head that I used to bang has evolved and adapted by growing a fixed, sturdy helmet atop her head. I don't want to reach that extreme. I'm not as strong as Ai who could stand by her decisions, nor am I wicked enough like her to grow helmets.

The Fantabulous Four

Make tusok-tusok the vein

I just started my Radiology pre-residency at the hospital where I spent my senior clerkship. Memories of humiliation, never-ending tasks, sleepless nights, studying and friendships formed altogether flashed back. One lunch break I decided to eat at the carenderia outside where my groupmates and I used to eat.

It didn’t matter that no one was left to man the wards, Jessa, Jay, Elaine and I always wanted to stick together. We would all be sitting on the bench outside, facing the store’s interiors. We ordered a liter of coke which we made sure was divided equally among the four of us. We lined up our glasses and poured the coke in equal amounts. That was our version of tagay. We were mean kanto kids. While eating we were swapping hilarious stories and throwing insults at one another. Among all the groups in our class, ours was the most bonded. Blame that on our insult sessions, which were actually our bonding moments. I have mastered the art of pang-aasar through these people. Jay was the most brutal, with frequent attacks on our single status. Jessa would retort with her sharpest wits and put Jay to shame. Elaine and I were on more neutral grounds but were nonetheless armed with one-liners when attacked. As if my laughter wasn’t offensive enough. Sure, we were bordering on barbaric but we knew when to stop. I am basically pikon but these folks weren’t mean enough to stimulate my tear ducts.


clowning around at the surgery ward

At times we occupied the 4 beds in the clerks’quarters and just laid there exchanging more stories. When feeling rebellious, we would all be out watching a movie even when one is supposedly on duty. We never got caught anyway. Don’t get me wrong, we all worked our asses off and maintained a strong sense of responsibility despite our misadventures. Among the four of us, I was the black sheep. Not that I was bad, they just happened to be workaholics. Jay was our driver who displayed violent tendencies in one instance when he couldn’t get rid of us and wanted to be alone with our other classmate. We were at the backseat of the car while Jay’s dream girl sat at the front. He couldn’t escape the frequent teasings from us. He was obviously getting annoyed. They were supposed to go on a date but since he still had to drop each of us home, the date had to be cancelled and that pissed him off. After dropping off the love of his life, he started driving recklessly that scared the life out of the 3 of us. Finally, that shut us up. Elaine got off with me at the apartment, we were both shaking out of fear. Jessa, where the most hecklings came from, managed to get home alive.


In our barrio-tic get-ups

At our community immersion, we passed time by playing cards. Loser gets to choose between truth or consequence. We always chose truth anyway. Our deepest, darkest secrets were spilled. From the most trivial to the most profound questions, we took turns in answering them. From the wholesome to the R-rated topics, we tackled them. In the middle of our immersion, we broke the rules again and went down from the mountains to our respective homes. When you’re staying at the rural areas for 10 days how can you not miss your own comfort room? We took the single motorcycle (habal-habal), the mode of transport in our area. Jessa, Elaine and I stacked behind driver while Jay was at the front part of the motorcycle, he sat sideways, looking demure than the rest of us. We looked absolutely ridiculous and couldn’t stop laughing at ourselves. Before dark, we returned to our site and took two separate motorcycles.


we made it through the rain

Since community medicine was our last rotation, when graduation came, were were darker than most of our classmates. It was more noticeable during our graduation ball. Donning our ball gowns, our tanned lines showed, but not the sexy ones you get from sun-tanning in swim suits. Ours were hideous shirt lines that were revealed through our sleeveless gowns.

Fast forward to the future and there was I, having lunch alone at our favorite carenderia. Suddenly I was melancholic. I missed my groupmates. The laughters and ridicules that once filled the area were gone. From the greasy, harassed-looking clerk to the fully-made up pre-resident, I returned to the place with people glancing oddly at me, probably wondering why I chose to eat there. I ordered my favorite dish, the halang-halang. While finishing my lunch, I wondered what’s up with my friends. Jay is an incoming 3rd year surgery resident at East Avenue General Hospital. Jessa is entering 3rd year as well, as a pediatrics resident at PGH. Elaine is earning big bucks as a nurse in the states. She’s getting her own CRV in a few days time. She would also be reviewing for the US-MLE. Meanwhile, I am a bum who quit IM residency who wants a chance at Radiology, currently mending a self-inflicted non-healing wounded heart which at this time should be gangrenous.

Everybody has moved on, we’ve all grown up and are continuously gaining wisdom through the years. Heck, I’m only in my late 20’s, yet all of a sudden I feel like I’m on the twilight zone of my life.

trigger-happy

While having coffee last night, Pips unconsciously chose a strategically- located table with cute guys to my left, with only the glass window separating them from us. Very crafty, this Pipay.

Quote of the week

"I smiled to many people for more than a billion times, but when I first saw you, my heart took over and smiled for the first time"

swell. got this quote from one of Loi's thought-provoking posts. these words seem to be missing in the sentence: "...since yesterday" or "...since 10 minutes ago".

players are everywhere. don't be a willing victim.

Fallen

We spent the whole day at the beach (tree)house yesterday for my brother's birthday. Just when we were packing things up to go home by 8PM, tragedy struck. A coconut fell from the tree and smashed into my dad's front mirror, right across the drivers' seat. Thank goodness it wasn't my car or more importantly, it didn't fall into anyone's head. To think that I've been walking back and forth near the area just before it happened. If it were a cartoon, the impact was just too hard I would've been nailed straight to the underground had it fallen on my head. But this was real life, it would've been a resounding GCS 3, or worse, DOA misfortune. It would be great to meet Rico Yan while our age difference isn't that huge but I never dreamt of a death by the coconut. Such an unglamorous way to die.


That's not spiderman's cobweb, just the broken fragments of glass holding on

Since my dad can't drive his car, I'm the one left with nothing to drive. He's gonna use my car temporarily. Technically speaking, that's still his car. I'm back to being the dependent daughter/sister who cannot get around town without her dad or kuya driving for her. I will miss my car and the legolas doll inside it but this is just for the meantime. We're still lucky nobody got hurt with that darn flying coconut.

with the supermodels

Sharon and I, hanging out with hunks/models Karl and Carlo.

halo night

From Conservatory to Temple to Halo, finally we called it a night.. or make that a dawn. The sun has risen by the time we got home. Of course, it has been an extra- memorable night-out for two people i know.

photo appears courtesy of Barbiegail's pbase album