The old High School Best Friend: the springboard for everything

Friendship is a thing that makes people feel important. This is what makes a rational human being feel alive. Having good friends to keep dictates how a person approaches life in so may different aspects. The experiences gained from such friendships tell a story on how he/she is molded into the person he/she is now.

This is the story of an unforgettable friendship with an old High School friend of mine. A great friend, a cool, funny person, and the big reason why everything in my life changed in just one stroke of an instance.

This is how a friendship rises and falls, just because of a regretful mistake.

Her name is Hazel (I do not wish to hide her name). She was my classmate back in Grade 4 and 2nd Year High School, and now currently in Medical School. Back in the day when we were in Grade School, we never get to notice each other that much. I barely even remember noticing her in class. Though there were some vivid memories of her in my mind of those days in particular, what I can absolutely recount is that she was just a grade school classmate. That was just the start of how I knew her.

Second year High School was the time I get to know her more. She was, in particular, a part of a small group of 3 who played tennis during PE hours. I, Joey, and Hazel were the 3 persons who joined the special PE group, apart from the usual PE classes conducted in school back then. Our common love for the sport of tennis was the key that bound our group closer. Back then, we would always play tennis either inside the covered shell courts, or the outdoor hard courts, either during PE days or after school hours. Playing tennis with each other was the source of each of our enjoyment. We simply had fun playing the game, and from the love of the game, a friendship blossomed. 

Summer of 2003 was, for me, the best summer back then. The two of us, excluding Joey, joined the CSA Summer Tennis Program, which consisted of varsity players and intermediate players wanting a taste of the tough side of the game. Everyday, we get to play tennis, have fun, share insights, and keep our heads up high with the big smile of happiness. Those were the times where the two of us started to get to know each other more, if not better. It was during those unforgettable times where we became best friends (for me, she was my best friend: my 1st girl best friend). Besides the fun of the sport, we started to hang out most of the time. There were those times when, after tennis sessions, while waiting for our drivers to pick us up, I'd usually wait for her to go home first than me, though there were times the opposite would happen. While we wait for someone to fetch us, we would tell stories, jokes and ideas which made our friendship one-of-a-kind. From those simple moments, we took those spare times to bask on a wonderful moment: a moment that was unforgettable for me, but maybe  forgettable for her. 

Away from the courts, we had our share of the good times. I remember those good old times such as watching a good movie at GB3, and going to Hard Rock Cafe watching Jimmy Bondoc perform live singing his own version of "Happy." There were times that we would hang out at G4, though that memory of mine is only etched in 2 small pictures, that of which includes her cousin, and that of our tennis group (where I was the only guy in the mix), which I have kept up until now. Every time I get to see it, it reminds me of the old times that were just epic. Our usual conversations never ended through verbal communication. The power of text messaging and the land line helped us be in constant communication with each other. Our conversations back then would never cease to end. Even during the early part of 3rd year, we would keep ourselves in constant contact, though becoming transient was already starting to loom in our friendship. That friendship even influenced my decisions in joining activities in school: I even joined the C.O.C.C. because of her; we wanted to become CAT/ACP officers back then. In essence, those were the best times that I had spent with her, as far as my memory is concerned.

Her company was the thing that made me feel happy, special, and unique. Her bubbly personality, liveliness, and positive outlook in life was the one that kept that spark of joy lighting up deep inside me. I was not romantically inclined to her, I wish to stress that. I just find her mere presence a powerful healing salve to those unhealed wounds of my past. 

I always thought back then that our wonderful friendship will last forever. That belief is a philosophy only seen in movies and soap operas. The succeeding story became the reason for everything that has happened up until this present time. This is the part where I share my part of the story, from my own experience, shown to the world for everyone to see. This is the part where the reader starts to balance from what they have heard from her, to what they will read in this blog.

It was during the varsity tryouts when this pivotal moment in our friendship started to happen. It was during such time that I was talking to a teammate of hers, who was also trying out for the team. That teammate of hers and I talked about a lot of stuff about tennis, even up to the point that I said something that was to be the most regretful, bullsh*t thing that I have ever done to destroy a friendship. I told that teammate of hers my opinion on her game. I counted various strengths and weak points, stated as a neutral opinion. I never intended to quash my best friend's style of play back then. I was trying to become neutral, as far as her upcoming game was concerned. What I forgot to keep in mind was that the person I was talking to was my best friend's upcoming opponent during the tryouts. That is what I can remember. I have nothing else more to say about it.

After that unfortunate incident, word reached her that I said something bad about her game. A violent reaction started to form. I was told by her that she was told of my indiscretion of her game. I never intended to quash her style of play. In fact, the argument that started to loom in did not actually involve my trampling of her personality whatsoever. It was an argument about a tennis game. It was a hot head steaming with anger against a repentant person defending himself from harm. I thought of the incident as a misunderstanding. It just had to turn much more sour in the days to come.

I soon realized then that her anger towards me was not just about the game: it was about the friendship in particular. The argument became a clash of principle against issue. There was a breach of trust: a very fundamental pillar in the stability of friendship. I ruined her trust; I ruined our friendship; It was as simple as that. I did so many ways just to earn our friendship back, but even after we shook hands, a Saturday after my last C.O.C.C. traning (I left training for good because of that debacle), her outlook towards me never became the same again. It was the most painful moment in my life back then. It was the first time that I lost a friend, much worse, in a very bad way.

I can never, ever forget the most famous line that has left a deep scar in my outlook of her: "Forgiven, not forgotten." This has been a line that I have used in a few blogs of mine in the past up until the present. She texted me this line as a reply after a botched reconciliation attempt through a quote sent through a text message. That was the very last word that was said to me by her. That was the very last time we have ever talked. It marked the end of a very great friendship. 

That point in time was the most devastating point of my teenage life, much more devastating than my break-up with my 1st GF. That moment in my life became the turning point in my current approach of friends. That incident has taught me a very valuable lesson in the pillars of friendship: never to break the trust of others through unwanted actions. That incident molded my personality into who I am at present: a person who others can see and describe as to who I am now, and not that of the past.

There are so many valuable lessons learned through this incident of mine, and I would like to count off these things:

1. Never, ever say anything bad about someone, most likely your best friend.

2. Keep neutral thoughts to yourself. Neutrality is a two-faced coin that can heal or hurt two sides of the spectrum.

3. Cherish each and every moment with friends as much as possible. Never leave any single moment to waste. Keep in mind that the best of times outside the home are best spent with the best of friends.

4. When arguing, always keep in mind to listen to both sides of the story. Never keep yourself into a story and live with it: it blocks the other side a chance to explain, and a chance to weigh the options precisely.

5. Do not let emotion corrupt rational thinking. These two should be balanced in order to arrive at a very wise decision when problems arise.

6. Always keep vigilant about the people around you. They may be saying something which is detrimental to your favor. If such thing occurs, either confront it or leave it alone, depending on how you view the opposite person involved.

Personally, I want to thank her for a very, one-of-a-kind time back in High School. It is so ironic that after so many years of not talking to each other, we'd still be classmates in Med school. Up until now, I still want to make amends with her, but it seems that her reluctance to talk about it has prevented me from making such things come into reality. I don't expect any reconciliation, much more never. A lot of people, not only in Med school, but also those back in HS, have said that we should reconcile for good. I guess it will never happen, and I have already accepted that fact.

I don't care if any of her friends in Med get to read this and show this to her. I don't mind if her remarks about this will likely quash any attempt at reconciliation. I don't give a bird's sh*t if she thinks that I'm getting all emo up in this joint and blog my feelings away (Sira na nga naman ako sa kaniya, ano pa ba pwedeng masira pa?). Blogs are the avenues of communication: it's like a journal of sorts that speaks of the ideas of the mind. This is my side of being truthful, honest, and transparent. I have to be honest, I have not moved on from that unfortunate incident. That part of my life has almost dictated how I currently approach my friends. I hope through this blog, all of that burden has been cast aside, and that I can now move on with my life the way it should be.

This is a blog, almost 8 years in the making. Almost 8 years since that friendship went into a disaster. I have nothing else to say about her. I just want to say I have nothing against her, ever. It's now a matter of acceptance that reconciliation is highly unlikely. This is a blog that is intended to let the world know of how I lost a very wonderful friendship, and how I learned from that biggest mistake of my teenage life.

I mean what I say and I say what I mean. There is no sugarcoating in this blog. This is what I want to tell: that side of my story that has been kept within myself for almost a decade, not until now.

Take that for truthfulness and transparency.

Blogging: the Rosetta Stone of the mind

There are so many avenues of expressing one's emotion. So many roads to take, so many turns to make, and so many detours to consider. It is in man's discretion on how his expressions will take flight. There are many methods to consider, it just depends on man's preference. He may either write his ideas on a book or a journal, compose editorials in a newspaper, video himself, record and capture important moments that are best seen on camera, or maybe declaim inside thoughts through public speaking. Depending on man's personality, through expression of personal feelings, ideas start to form and be cultivated into words that are either substantial or just plain nonsense. It is on the part of the receiving end on how to interpret such creativity that an expressing person tries to arrive at. 

Blogging has been a vital avenue for the expression of my thoughts, ideas, and feelings. From 2nd year College up until this present time, all of the fragments of my mind's creation have been expressed through the form of this online journal. For one, I try my best not to keep my thoughts private. Though I have the liberty to keep it privy from the sight of others, I keep it in mind that though I may be more of an introverted person (though my personality speaks otherwise), the real thought of a knowledgeable person, I believe, is best stored in forms that everybody can see. Why keep your thoughts to yourself? This is one question that has been a guiding principle of mine whenever I make blogs. Making a blog is like a wide, 5-lane avenue of expression: there is a lot of room for each and every car of ideas and trains of thought to pass through. It is a long, unwinding road that has a beginning, but has no end. Until the mind keeps running, the blogs keep on going. Making such blogs for me are the pathways of conveying ideas that are usually not heard from me by my friends and haters alike. Blogging is the Rosetta Stone that has been the key to unlock the hieroglyphics of my mind. Blogging has been  God's answer to my problems of introversion.

I couldn't keep track on how many blogs I have made and posted. I have 2 Multiply pages that have been the foundations of my ideas. Back then, when Friendster was still the King of Social Networking, I used to post blogs there, and from there I started to build a stepping stone as to where my ideas will now be etched. As Friendster was going on the downside, I moved my first few blogs there to my 1st Multiply account. From there, all my thoughts, ideas, feelings, and opinions have been broadcasted through there. From college life to the usual feelings of a boy falling in love, posting blogs in Multiply has been the place where I keep track of all the memories of my past. Posting there kept on going until I made it to Med school, where eventually I moved blogging into Blogger.com in the hopes that the vast majority can see more of what is being expressed from the clutter of the mind. 

The methods of my blogging have been broad. Different styles have been applied during the long course of time. I have delivered opinions of current issues, critiqued people, admonished maligned ideas, lauded inspiring kick-ass individuals and groups, and made poetry from imagination. Majority of the thoughts that were expressed through blogging have been the products of what I am thinking and wishing to express. I have to admit, there were blogs that had caused a stir for some, and have caused me to earn my own set of haters because they couldn't accept what my ideas speak of them. Others have found my blogs (not raising my own chair, just basing it on comments) interesting to read because of things that they have never heard from me. Blogging is an avenue that speaks of what a person truly is behind the smiles and actions. This method has shown the reader who I really am, what I really think of, and how I really fare in a world that is filled with so many things that are either worth believing or just too good to believe. 

Taking this road of communication and creativity entails good writing skills and vocabulary knowledge. I may neither be a good writer nor a vocabulary guru, but through blogs, these characteristics are slowly molded and formed into baselines that are the starting points for good communication skills. One may have a hard time talking to others through the verbal route. But through making blogs, one is already being unconsciously practiced in the art of communicating.  Through this method, one can review how he/she has fared in making expressions of thought, and may make revisions or corrections and use these as benchmarks for good communication skills. This has been proven well based on how other people see it. Writers have been great communicators because they use the avenue of writing to express their thoughts, and whenever they speak in public conventions or in press conferences or in book fairs, they are heard by people to be very intelligible and well-versed with the art of the language. Through writing, as also seen in blogging, fine skills such at the use of wit and humor are trained and chiseled until these unique skills become sharp enough to pierce right through anything, even the most insensitive of readers.

There are really so many ways of expressing one's thoughts and ideas. You, the reader, have all the cards and all the tricks necessary to express such great ideas, as well. It is how one uses and plays these cards will he/she be able to make the most creative of expressions. Through the style of blogging, one can use the power of the internet to grab hold of the thoughts of others and express one's ideas and share these with them. Through this will man gain his own set of haters and lovers. It just depends on the writing style on how a writer will gain the power to attract, move, and inspire the reader. 

Be the creative person that you can be. Unleash that hidden potential. The world is already aching to know the other side of you. 

Use blogging as a Rosetta Stone: a key that can unlock the myriad of wonders of your subconscious and unconscious.

Man and the Rule of Law

It came to the nation's attention today that 3 Filipinos were executed in China. The executed Filipinos were put to death on accounts of drug trafficking of more than 50 grams of illegal drugs. In Chinese Law, smuggling in more than the said amount of drugs in the communist state is tantamount to capital punishment. Such laws are what makes a state a sovereign one: a state that is not controlled by loose commands of others, but by the laws universally accepted within their scope of ideals.

The deaths of the 3 Filipinos in China serve as a stern warning to every person who defiles such state laws. The mere entry of drugs in a country infamous for its capital punishment is an impingement of the country's sovereignty and a big bitch-slap to the face of a country that lives within the bounds of strict communist ideals. Who are we to blame, if such law was promulgated and executed on convicted felons, no matter how innocent they may be, as they claim? We cannot blame China for implementing such stringent and inhuman acts on our countrymen. They were just doing it based on their scope of law. We cannot misconstrue them for their move on capital punishment. All that we can do now is just respect their decision, and pray for the welfare of our other countrymen who are at present languishing in jails for similar crimes.

Many people share different ideas and opinions about the deaths of our countrymen. Majority still hoped for a miracle to pour down despite the unfathomable truth that has already befallen our comrades. Only a few took the final verdict as it is, and understood the Chinese people's move that was based mainly on judicious methods. In general, it is true that to take the lives of another by man's own hands is immoral and inhuman. But, whatever it is that may be such, again, the rule of law must be applied. If we are rational beings, then one thing that we should accept and respect is the law of the other country that implements such acts. If these people knew beforehand that doing such a heinous crime will lead to their demise, then this shouldn't have happened in the first place. If our government was just strict enough to implement our own laws, then no one would have been maligned to commit such act of misdeed. If only poverty was not prevalent in our country that no one would be suffering so much for something that might have been unintentionally done. There are many points to put the finger at, but it will just end up nowhere. Who are we to say such if we ourselves don't even respect or do something anyway? Its for you, the reader, to decide.

In order for our country to be sovereign, we should really be firm and just in our own decisions based on the rule of law. If only our government officials were not so corrupt (if already corrupt), then neither of the 3 would have suffered such fate. It should have been that these people would have been apprehended beforehand at their airport of origin and not at their point of destination. This just shows how our laws and our mischievous deeds interlock and cause distraught among others. If only our airport personnel knew of this earlier, then these poor souls would've been convicted of a crime punishable by Reclusion Perpetua instead of capital punishment. This just shows that our government should become more just and firm, like China, in the implementation of our own laws. We should not let our feelings trample our sovereignty by malingering the rule of law in our country towards our own liking. I am not saying that we should side with China. It's stressing out that man should really live in accordance to the rule of law. Man should respect it, live with it, and accept it as it is. This is what our country needs in order for the international community to respect us as a nation. Why are developing countries above par from us? It's because they live and breathe their rule of law. They do not alter their laws to their liking. They believe that the law is the fundamental right of the people: a right that should be respected and followed by everybody else, even foreigners.

At the end of the day, there is no one else to blame but ourselves. There are so many things to regret, but who are we to fret? It's a matter of accepting what fate has in store for us. If we understand how one's law can affect another person's perspective, then we would be living according to what is just and ideal, and that we would never complain nor rant about what is ideal or not. It's just a matter of acceptance and following what has been done. We should not take what was done personally. It was never even personal in the first place. It was just done based on a country's backbone that has been the pillar of its success. For us Filipinos, we should follow that kind of example: not executing people, but living and respecting the law, may it be ours or another country's law. 

A real human being is the one who thinks and acts rationally, and not with pure emotion. Problema kasi ng Pilipino, masyadong emosyonal. Kala ang mundo parang isang teleserye, masyadong ideal daw. Tsss! Gimme a break.

High School: a story of personal ups-and-downs

Most people say that the best time of their lives happened while they were in High School. They say that the best of friends are gained during those teenage years when everyone is so darn hyper to socialize and be adventurous. Most teenagers who enjoyed these luscious moments were the ones who have kept the HS flame ablaze up until now. You would see them still hanging out more with their HS friends rather than their college or work buddies. It shows that the best years in life happen in High School.

But not for me. High School had its ups and downs.

Back in the day, when I was still a teenager, my High School life was rather more than a punishment rather than a blessing. Though academically HS life is fine in that context, my social life back then was the worst. It was always the worst for me,  most especially my 1st and 3rd year. Everyday back in High School was a social struggle: each and everyday my life would get demoralized and dehumanized every time some schmuck would pick on me. People tagged me as a "loser" back then. I don't deny it. I was literally like that. I never had the coolest and richest of friends. I never had the chance to bring a rad sports car or a Civic SiR or a tweaked-up Kia Pride. I was never a part of a big group like HFOMF or the Torreros or the other cool-slash-rich groups from my batch. My life revolved around going to class, looking at others socialize while I just sit anywhere in the class, like my world was ticking away, bound for darkness.

I remember back in 1st year HS, I used to belong to a group that was somewhat cool. I would join them, thinking I'd be accepted into their fray. Never did I knew that I was just being used as a dummy, more like a punching bag of sorts. Everyday, I remembered a punk-ass classmate of mine would punch me at the arm for no freaking reason at all. Life was almost always like that back then. I was a 14-year old kid getting somewhat bullied in class for reasons unknown. It was like that for almost one whole year. I would think that I may have done something wrong (except one time where I whistle-blew a classmate of mine who used to cut class in tennis), but nonetheless, I just let everything slide. Only when worse comes to worse when I would tell all my problems to my older brother. I was tagged as a "sumbungero" back then, but yeah, I never deny that as well. I couldn't handle myself in times of stress. I relied too much on my older brother for strength when I don't have one. My classmates would pick on me also because of that. God knew how much longer I could last in 1st year. My social life was so tormenting, I just had to succumb to that fate.

Second year played a different tune for me. Life back then was less severe than what was during 1st year. I had some score of friends, not until my so-called "barkada" threw me out of the gang. I was left to fend for myself. I would usually hang out in the library like some kind of geek who couldn't get new friends. I was such a loner back then. If I was tagged as a loser, then loner would be more applicable to add to that degrading term. Despite the social pains back then, I made a good friendship with a girl, whom I became best friends with. Our common passion for tennis was a strong factor for our bonding. Back then, we used to play at the open tennis courts, and during summer, we played and had our share of enjoyment. Our closeness was insurmountable that time. She was my 1st best friend. I was so happy I wished I could treasure our friendship for a very long time. She was someone who I can trust: someone who made me feel special and happy. Too bad something had to happen, and neither the both of us wanted it to happen.

Of all the years that had passed in my High School life, the 3rd year was the least I can remember. I remembered trying to join a class barkada back then, but little did I know that they never wanted me in their group. I was like an extra, a midget on the sidelines. I was somewhat treated like trash and was felt to be unimportant. I remember back then, there was this Chinese kid who came from a different school. He used to tail behind me: wherever I go, he goes. My classmates say that we were meant to be with each other. Palibhasa, mukha naman pipitsugin yung sumasabay sakin nun, pati siya tinanggi din sa grupo na yun. I can also remember when I wanted to join that certain class barkada then, I was explicitly rejected and was subjected to unconscious humiliation. The school year that was also was the year when my best friend back in 2nd year HS started to hate me. I admit, I did some "serious" sh*t against her, but I was so sincere with my sorry. I was so hurt when she ultimately rejected me as a friend, more yet, as a person. It's ironic though, that after 8 years not talking to each other, we became present classmates in Med School. Lastly, one thing that I will never forget was that this was the year that I had my first girlfriend (GF). All thanks to my brother, I had my first love life. People would tease us whenever we're together. I was rejected by that girl one time, for reasons I cannot remember anymore. But sometime in October back then, she said yes to me. She became my 1st love. She was the first and only person whom my Mom accepted (not until such time when my Mom wanted me to leave her).

Fourth year will be the year in High School that was the culmination of 4 years of hell. It was a preview of what I was about to feel when I made it in college. It was the year when I broke up with my 1st GF because of my Mom disliking her so much. It was also the year where I met my true best friends, the 4-B Dogz. Such friendship stemmed from a Math project that happened almost right after I broke up with my ex. Alain, Seiki and Bene, the trio who I'll never forget up to this day, were the ones who made me feel really human for the first time in my social life. Besides the 3, there was Aldo and the rest of the gang, who were also instrumental for making my 4th year the best year yet. With that formed friendship, our strong bond made me decide to enter Medicine because of a pact that me and some of the guys kept, but up to this present, only 3 of us pursued Med. The others went on with their successful lives. From that friendship, I felt that I really belonged, and that their jokes at me were really jocular, though physical at times. I felt that I was accepted and treated as a person. I really have to thank them for that. That was really the year that made me wake up and smell the roses more rather than feel the thorns: it was a year that made me appreciate the lighter side of things. Up until now, this friendship is still burning alive. We still get to talk, and come December when Al gets back here in Manila, we're going to have the best time again, just like before.

Up until now, I consider High School to be the worst period of my life, though there were some good times. Like I said, most of the time I was treated like crap, and I never liked each and every minute of it. I prayed to God instead to give me knowledge so that I may get good grades. I never cared too much of the social beating. I kept myself stoic from all that was happening to me socially. Life will never be the same after that. I just promised that I will be more successful than the people who oppressed me back then. Evil as it may seem to think, but deep down inside one of the reasons I entered Med was that I wanted to show that the loser that I was back then will never exist forever. Life became a totally different ball game when I made it into college and Med. Those 2 periods of my life were so different from the time that I had back in High School.

High School life would've sucked big time if my personal hell from 1st year HS followed me up until 4th year. It was a life that I partially wanted to forget. Now that recently I heard from a lower batch in Med that rumors were spreading that I was branded as a "loser" back then, this blog will answer that distasteful remark. I really blame all the mofo's who can't get over what has come to pass. They still think that I was the loser from back then. Excuse me, Johnny (it's just an expression), but everything is different now. Maybe those people who hit back at me before are just living plain mediocre and insecure lives, while I try to bask in the glory of one of the most noble professions of man. I may not get to brag anything else, but entering Med for me is one big slap to the face to those High School people who hated me for who I was.

God is really great. It's true that all miseries will disappear long after these have all occurred. Now that we're old and mature enough to think differently, I just hope and pray that all of the people back then who hated me for my loser-type of personality will think twice about picking on somebody not of their own size. We will be all successful, but in the end, the loser always takes the greatest spoils of war.

Eat that.

Confrontation is a move done by the brave-hearted

If the readers out there followed my post last night, here's the continuation (and conclusion) of last night's rant.

So here it goes....

The pain inside is something that starts to simmer down, but would eventually leave a big emotional scar, if left untreated. In the world of Surgery, a wound that is healed by 3rd Intention usually leaves out an unrepairable scar, because such wound healing is done only by letting what was injured heal on its own.

What am I driving at this point?

If applied to reality, this applies to how friendships may be scarred by issues that are left unresolved. If nothing is done, and this is left alone to heal by itself, such issues may leave a very deep dent in someone's heart: a scar that is sure fire unlikely to heal and return back to its original integrity.

Last night, after I was informed of the pain that was delivered to me, and after I blogged about what had happened, my kind self wouldn't keep the pain all alone. I texted the involved person, asking him/her if I could get my books from his/her place by lunch time. Unknowingly to that person, when he/she called me after I texted, my voice was not of its lively self: my voice was of a person who was already starting to doubt if ever my friendship with this person had any purpose at all.

That was a move that I started to know that person's side of the story.

A while ago, I went back to school and went to the dorm of my friend. As expected, I got the books and other stuff from him/her. While I was at his/her place, eating Pancit Canton served by this person to me because I was so famished, I was already itching to tell that person the pain that was digging right through my senses. By then, the scars were already forming, but not yet deep, as like in Surgery, not all deep scars happen overnight. While I was slightly bantering my frustrations at him/her, he/she told me that we should look for another place to talk about what I wanted to say. It came to me that my friend also had his/her share of frustrations to rant, as well.

We went down to a yogurt shop just around the dorm. As we sat down, the rants started to fly in. I listened well to the person's side of the story, trying to balance what I learned the night before and what was being told to me right at that moment. It pains me to hear that even that person also shared the same trouble as I had. He/she clarified to me what I was told about rumors circulating about me, and reiterated that it wasn't his/her intention nor purpose to say such words. In fact, that person admitted so many things that I believed more than what was told to me prior. After he/she ranted his/her frustrations at me, I started to say everything that I wanted to tell. I clarified to that person that a rumor that I was a ***** back in High School is true (A separate blog will be allotted for that). I said that my painful experience back in HS was the reason for my personality and kind ways. I also verified if that person said painful remarks about me towards others by saying about his/her accusations against me. I admitted to that person that I was really pained and disheartened, and had actually started to lose trust on that person. He/she was surprised (I think) to have heard such remark from me, but I had to be honest and sincere. I never wanted to lose such a friendship that is just one-of-a-kind. That person's reply to all of my rants were simple yet concise, and those are such details that I will not anymore divulge. The succeeding story is just between the two of us.

In the end, we both made up for all of what has happened. It would suck, like what he/she said last summer, if our friendship were to end unpleasantly. I believe in the same notion as well, it was not in my right mind to let such good friendship lay to waste. What happened and transpired a while ago was a move not usually done by the weak and faint-hearted. This was a move that entails bravery, honesty, truthfulness, and sheer guts. What happened was it was a confrontation, a move not appreciated by many.

Confrontation is like a double-edged sword: it may unload all the painful burden inside, but at the same time, it may hurt the person on the other line. It's a matter of good conscience, trust, and care for others that drives a person to confront another, because neither the both of them would want to see their friendship destroyed by inappropriate words and ideas. Confronting issues and resolving them immediately mends the wounds that might have been caused by these which might have circulated within the bounds of society: it is a move that clears the mind and enforces God's gift of consideration and love towards another, to forgive and forget what was done, and start another one in a clean slate.

Look at what issues do to people. These issues had almost destroyed a friendship that revolved around happiness, camaraderie, and helping. I couldn't stand and bear the fact that, old and mature as we may be, such immature actions are still rampant and deceiving in the eyes of the weak and kind-hearted. Yes, the world can be stressful most of the time, but it is inappropriate to live within the circle of gossip and mischief. Did God tell us through the Bible that gossiping is a grave sin, and that talking back at others is a mistake that doesn't go unpunished? The problem in today's urban society is that lives are lived through the intimacies of the flesh, instead of balancing these with the Good Teachings that were taught to us in church or in school. Too bad that people tend to fight around issues which might have been exaggerated or sugarcoated, just for the fun of seeing another one hurt and frown. It sickens me that such immaturity lives among most of people, if not everyone. I have seen such immaturity in my own Medicine class, and now I'm seeing it in a batch that was lower than me. What's worse, the ghosts of my HS past are getting back at me. Akala ko ok na yung kaklase ko na isa na siguro may sinasabing masama tungkol sakin, ay! Di pa pala. Haha!

That friend of mine shared my sentiment that it's the work of the Devil that brings man to his weakness of not understanding the opposite, but instead live in the notion of pertinent negatives. Now, I know why God made me experience such challenge. It wasn't just to let me think straight, but to let me consider what might happen if issues over the truth prevail, and nothing is to be done to fix such dilemma. I have another reason to thank God for letting me grab this opportunity to talk to that person and say straightforward my hurts and pains. 

It is really true that the bad thing about being too kind is that not all kindness is exchanged with kindness in return. What is more true is that unhealed wounds also cause irreparable scars to remain. The best truth is that swift moves of confrontation and resolution heal wounds that might have started to mend through scarring.

As a firm warning to anyone entering Medical school: never, ever forget to be very vigilant around your surroundings. Med school is so much filled with stress. The best way to combat it is to pray to God. If we do not rely on God's guidance, our lives will be devoured in the mouth of evil, and within that evil, comes the notion of bad issues, gossip, and mischievous scandals inappropriate of Doctors like us.

I thank that person for giving me that personal time to talk about everything that has transpired. Truly, Med school and most of the people around it really do weird things. Now that we're back to where it was, I now take this time to post this blog and let the whole blogging world to know that confronting issues are not bad: they make things better. I'm happy that it's summer again. It was just like last year when we had no problems at all, not thinking about Med and stress. It was all about anything under the sun, anything that did not make anyone frown or feel forlorn.

Confrontation is a move done by the brave-hearted. Only the weak never open their hearts and minds to the reality of things because they are scared to be hurt by a confrontational episode.

The bad thing about being too kind

Honesty is the best policy.

That is a famous saying that connotes that honesty is above anything else. In honesty, one is always truthful to the person he socializes with. When dealing with honest people, you get to see the aura of trust, kindness, and truthfulness in them. These kind people are the ones who know how to deal with most people. Their dealing with others are done through a positive approach: a move that entails a happy feeling and a feeling of being too kind. 

Too bad, not everyone appreciates a very kind person.

Moments ago, I was slapped into reality by someone who told me that a person who I have been so kind to had some things to say about me. I couldn't stomach the fact that this person, who was a big factor in my happiness in Med school, would do this to me. The feeling of a euphoric summer was all attributed to this person, and everything that was to give was given to this person. I felt a sense of happiness because of this show of honesty and kindness to a person who I never expected to return anything in kind. Though there may be things that this person gave back, what pains me is that I never knew, not until just moments ago, that this person said unpleasant things about me. It hurts to learn that the person whom you first helped in post-grad life in order to make Med school life easier would be the last person in the world to talk back in a not-so-nice way. 

I couldn't believe the story at first, but who am I to judge who is to believe or not. The one who has said his/her reasons first is the 1st one to believe because a real person who cares for another will tell ahead the real deal that is happening. It came as a shock and surprise to me that even in a batch which I had no affiliation of, my name would be talked about in a negative manner. Even the ghosts of my High School past were haunting me again. I really couldn't take into myself that a blemished past would still keep up with me, 6 years after I graduated secondary school. I would've understood if my old best friend back in High School would say bad things about me to my classmates now in Med school, but to learn that my name is being trampled upon by lower batches is too much to stomach.

I cannot believe that one's kindness will also be his own weakness.

My summer last year wouldn't be happy if it weren't for this person. It's sad to note that this same person will make use of me and what's worse, talk back against me without my knowledge. I have been too blind to see it, because I was too kind to this person. I never saw it, not until a shining light appeared before me months back, and told me that there were rumors about me, spreading around the lower batch that "this and that" is "this and that." It came to my realization that I have been so stupid to help someone who, in the end, would slowly become transient and later would say things like I was some kind of villain. I wanted to shed tears as I was being revealed this grim reality, but I had to fight back the pain and accept it as it is.  I knew that social life is like one big showbiz career: the next thing you know, you're on the tabloid with negative comments from others you don't even know or who don't even know you that well.

I couldn't exactly see the reason why people would hit on very kind persons, no matter what their behavior or attitude is. Basta na lang may makitang ugali na di maganda sa isang tao na naging mabait sa kapwa,  yun at yun na lang ang pinagdidiskitahan ng karamihan para masira ang pagkatao ng taong yun. It's like how our Lord Jesus Christ endured when He was persecuted by His own people: His divine kindness led to his Crucifixion, which was planned by the same people he had helped build new and more spiritual lives. 

People who use and talk dirty against those who have been kind to them are real dipshi*ts. They cannot see the kindness of a person through their narrowed minds. They are devoured by the thoughts of Satan and are manipulated to destroy a person's kindness and generosity. Look at how evilness is rampant in our world today. This is the grim reality that kindness should always see. This is what makes the world go round.

On a positive note, it was good that all of these were unraveled to me in a time where all of us don't get to see each other very often. This will give me ample time to think about how my life went and how much time I made good use and wasted. It's ugly to see that such person will be the last person that will say bad things about you. Now I know why my old High School best friend hates me so bad, up until now she still ignores me, like I never ever existed.

Now that this information has been told to me, I'm starting to doubt my moves and my intentions towards other people who need my help. My apprehensions are starting to conquer me, for I am thinking deep and much more clearly now on my next move. I now realize that in the world of socialization, one has to accept the reality that one can never please everybody. Vigilance is much more important than being too gullible.

Good thing that my relationship with God is as tight as a Mighty Bond. I can always approach Him through prayers and tell Him my problems. I know God will help me, because if no one can even answer to my plight, only a Supreme Being can do so in ways unimaginable. I believe that befriending this person and later on knowing the reality about it is a challenge to me by the Great One. He wants me to think more deeply whenever I choose the people who I want to be with. I have to thank Him for giving me such a challenge to conquer.

Recently, I posted a blog about moving on, slowly but surely. Now, there is another reason for me to move on slowly but surely. It's a matter of months before I get to make myself accustomed to the reality of things. I just have to accept that this country is one big theater and I'm just a puppet trying to break off the strings of manipulation and deceit.

The bad thing about being too kind is that not all kindness is exchanged with kindness in return.

Second Year Medicine: a year's worth of reflection

Second year Medicine ended officially after every sophomore student answered the last number on the Psychiatry exam. This happened on a sunny Thursday, a day which culminated 10 months of so many things that have happened. As soon as I shaded the last number on my Scantron sheet, my sophomore life flashed back at me, from the day 2nd year started, until the moment I finished shading #100 on the exam.

A lot of things surged back as I reflected on how my life went. Medicine, as a post-graduate course, has been a bitter pill to swallow. Bitter as it may taste, the benefits of it were just tremendous, the side effects of it were unpleasant, and the drug interactions with other "drugs" were one of a kind. It was a pill that really packed a punch because 2nd year Med changed the lives of struggling Med students for yet another year. Life will never be the same after another year in Medicine.

First semester went on a good start. Fresh-looking sophomores were so eager to study hard and work their bums off to get high grades. Subjects were new, schedules were new as well, and with everything new, all of us wanted to start on a new leash. It worked, to be honest. Unlike in 1st year, where most of us had uncertainties because of so many academic dilemmas, 2nd year was the time where everyone gets to be optimistic. Most were looking forward into making it to 3rd year as early as June. All of that stemmed from the fact that no one from batch 2012 were left behind, and instead all advanced to 3rd year. The optimism that all of us will make it fueled the hearts and minds of each sophomore struggling to make it through another year in Med school. Despite all of the precepts and the loads of topics that were bombarded to us like a constant air strike, everyone stood their ground and made it sure that during the 1st sem, everything will pass like nothing happen.

After the 1st sem, second semester started to become tough. New subjects were added, schedules were becoming more time-constraining, and students were starting to feel the laziness inside. What made it more toxic were the bunch of requirements that were needed to be done and submitted. Despite all of the hardships and trials, all of us still kept optimistic that all of us will make it through. Such mindset was stuck into our minds, not even a single person from our batch from the start of June (at least for our class) did not drop out. We kept in mind that like 2012, the batch of 2013 will also make it through another tightrope of trials. Exams came and go, practical exams became harder and harder, but no one was taken aback from all of these trials. 

Looking back, I reflected on how I fared with my study habits. Back in 1st sem, I invested hard on the major subjects, taking them seriously and earning acceptable grades. Starting that sem for me was like stepping hard on the gas, not noticing the amount of gas left on the tank. Day in and day out, my mind was fixed to focusing on reading transes and books, mixing both like making a cocktail of academic proportions. My mind wasn't burnt out yet. I kept a positive note that when I make it to 2nd sem, I will not think too much on the subjects that will be hard, because I knew that last sem will be the toughest of the year. In 2nd sem, things started to decline: study habits started to falter, the mind was shifting to vacation mode as early as December, priorities were becoming jumbled, and tasks were starting to pile up at a rate that I can't keep up. Those trials made me pray hard to God, asking for a miracle and guidance while I earnestly do my part. It was a sem filled with dilemmas: to study or not to study. A Palarong Med-prioritized 4th Long Exam was a bane for my academic focus. Preparing week in and week out for that event (where we eventually became champs) took its toll on my focus for studies. Nevertheless, even as that took some time from my studies, I never get to lose focus and still kept on passing exams. The 6th Long Exam was my so-called "drug holiday," because it was already the start of preparing for summer, but it was the most jam-packed period of our 2nd year careers. A lot of requirements and exams poured down like bottomless grapefruit juice: bitter and unpleasant. The laziness really started to set in, and fighting the laziness demons was becoming too overwhelming. Still, after 2 weeks of exams, I still couldn't believe I survived a treacherous hell week. In short, from 1st sem to 2nd sem, my focus was like a filled-up tank traveling from Aparri to Jolo without refueling. Nakaka-drain at nakakasira pa ng makina.

As I continued on reflecting on how my life went during 2nd year, a lot of social happenings came surging into my mind. One was how my life changed when I met a new bunch of friends. God only knows what happened between me and my old group. But all of that has passed, and I am happy being my usual, happy self with a new group. I find them very accommodating, accepting, and fun to be with. It sure pulled me out of my boring misery and back to where I really belonged: a life of carefree happiness. Meeting a new kick-ass friend and having kick-ass times with her is another one that is sure to close the book on my 2nd year. I blogged about that just recently, and I hope you refer to that one to answer why meeting her made a mark on my 2nd year life. Another one was going back to my passion of gaming. Back in 1st year, my life revolved too much around books and paper works. With the help of good friends who know how to have a good time, I got to kick back and unwind through the power of gaming. It made me forget stress, though it had its downfalls. Nevertheless, it didn't have too much of an impact on my studying and grades. 

On a negative note, there were times that I had my own set of "what if's" and "why's" that came crashing into my positive-thinking life. One of which was why did I deserve such treatment from my old friends? I knew only of all the negative crap that was about me from my new set of friends, and I do not want to push through details. I just believe that the power of Karma will work its way to those who deserve it. Another one was, what if I said something that might have changed another person's perspective of me, what would have happen? Though not saying it isn't too much of a regret, it somewhat pained me not to say it out. It's OK though, at least I didn't incur a social casualty. If someone were to ask what would have I said to that person, please don't even ask me. I don't wish to remember it. It's just moving on, slowly but surely.

I have to admit, I made a lot of mistakes, which I totally regretted. I might have done things which I knew I shouldn't have done, but I believe that God had a reason for that. He knew that during my stay in 2nd year, He wanted me to turn into a new leaf: leave what is past, live with what is present, and anticipate what is in store in the future.

Now that 3rd year (hopefully) is coming, this is now the time to enjoy what is left of my summer. For incoming Juniors, this will be our last summer. I hope that this summer will be really worth it, a summer that is worth reflecting and enjoying. There are still 3 months to think well about before another school year starts. For now, another chapter in my Med school life has closed, and that is a closed case: a case that I might get to open when I look back on how I fared through my years in Medicine.

DOTA and Medicine: a 1 + 1 = 3 combination

Medical school is filled with stress. A person who doesn't study med will probably think that in Med school, a student doesn't get enough rest and just kills time reading and reading books. People who are not part of this "showbiz" might wonder how in the world a Medical student gets to find time for himself or his friends.

The answer is just simple: proper stress and time management.

During the 2nd sem, when I got to join a new band of friends, little did I know that they are frequent players of a game which has been the bane of my gaming career back in college. They love playing DOTA. DOTA (for those who are from another planet and have no idea on what this is) is a patch game/map/custom game played using Warcraft III: Frozen Throne software. One gets to choose a hero from a myriad of heroes and level up in so many aspects by beating an opponent's hero. Simple as that.

That game wasn't my favorite at all. When I started playing it, my brothers would yell at me and say profanities because I sucked big time. The bad thing about it was I never got to appreciate it very well, even back in college. The only time I started appreciating such game happened a little too late: in Med school.

Because of a lot of stresses in Med, my friends would invite me to play DOTA. As for me, I didn't complain and I just joined and had fun. At first, I really had my share of troubles. What was good was instead of my classmates getting mad at my errors, they just shrugged it off and turned every error into laughter. It made me sense a feeling of appreciation and acceptance, and that's when I really started to love the game. Every time we get to play, I make sure that I don't get frequently killed, but shit happens, and I still get frequented by my better playing friends.

Most of the time, after class or sometimes during breaks, we get to play our hearts out and kick off a lot of Med school stress. A classmate of ours will just text "dota" and the DOTA players will just respond to it (alam na!). From a small number, the band of DOTA boys grew, and more joined and had fun as well. There were moments where we had "special guests," or those who are really good in the game but had barely any time to play because of personal commitments. Most of the time, all of us get to play 4 vs. 4 or 5 vs. 5. After our Psych Finals, we had our 1st 6 vs. 6 match. It was an all-out game, but sure enough we had fun. The number of players never drop too low every time we get to play. As how a usual adage says, "the more, the merrier."

It's funny how DOTA can build friendships and make funny issues. Like what I said a while ago, we started from a small number, until other people who also love the game started playing it as well. Every game, people who come from different barkadas set aside their differences and let some stress off by playing it. This was how a friend of mine coined it, and he said "DOTA brings people together." True enough, it really did. Also, there were times that trash talking became rampant, and hot heads would sometimes prevail over the cool ones. The trash talking isn't taken too seriously, but for me, I get sometimes irked by it, but still keep cool. In fact, it became a source of fun and laughter not just within the circle, but also from other members of our class. Coined terms like "NUNO" really became a laughingstock of sorts. We all laugh at it because it was really funny, and it had its own story. The source of fun didn't just come from the game itself: it also came from comedic trash-talking between people of funny disposition.

What made it more cool is that it changed the lives of most of the players. A classmate of mine, who was notorious for being so quiet and well-known to record lectures and all, started to play with us. He enjoyed every minute of playing, up to the point where our other classmates got pissed and blamed our class pres for the lack of recordings. I couldn't blame him, he's just having the time of his life. He might not be the best player in the group, but at least he gets to blow off some stress steam. 

The group was coined "DOTA Boys" by a classmate of ours after quite some time. It's not actually an all-boy group. We have a girl member who we also consider to be a "guy" (kaya boy na din siya. Haha!). From the officially-recognized groups in our class, someone really coined a monicker for such game-loving group. The group, personally, might have made an impact on other people's perspectives. The love for the game doesn't connote any negativity, but instead, promotes friendship, stress management, and sheer happiness.

DOTA really made us forget about the stresses of Med school. The group really used proper time management to kick off any bad vibes from toxic paperwork to voluminous amounts of material to be read. Even though we keep on playing, we still maintained good, acceptable grades.On a personal note, I think I have found people who also share a common ground with me: love for gaming. And really, again, this is the game that brings people together. No doubt about it.

This summer, the DOTA Boys are planning to play as part of closer bonding. Some of the guys want to have a LAN party of sorts, and I can't wait to be a part of it. Summer is the best time to unwind, and everyone is game to relax and forget about Medicine, even for just a short while. I hope it happens. It makes all the Med-related and non-Med-related stress go away, and makes friendships bond closer. We all enjoy and love the game, and the love of the game added to the gung-ho Med students who have a thing for it is really a 1 + 1 = 3 combination: a SYNERGISTIC reaction of sorts.

The uncertain med aspirant

Friends are the ones who keep you sane and happy throughout the tests of time. When one is forlorn and distraught, a simple "Hi" or "Hello" from someone who makes you smile and feel unique makes all the bad vibes go away. On a personal vantage point, getting to know someone from scratch is one of the things that makes all the good vibes come and play.

It is almost 2 months since I met this giddy-slash-claims-to-be-neurotic person who actually just inquired to me about UERM. I can't believe that from a simple conversation about simple details, what will transpire would turn out to be one heck of a witty and punch-drunk friendship.

It all started one night before my exams....

A message popped out from my Multiply account, coming from a certain person who wanted a "penny for my thoughts." Generous as I am (yabang), I replied what I knew and told her information that might be useful. It turns out that she filled the same shoes that I once had: a nursing grad, med aspirant, board taker.

That's one of a lot of similarities we've discovered. Moving on.

After some time, we got to connect via FB. It's funny, because from the time we became friends in FB, she commented on one of my profile pics. From our serious, informative convos, connecting via FB turned out to be a different story. The constant contact from a simple query started to turn out to be more than that. As time passed, the thought of inquiring about med slowly started to fade, and the thing known as "getting-to-know-with-witty-bashing" started to come out of the bushes.

From that moment on, our talks have been nearly continuous. Every time I get to talk to her, I get to turn on that happy button, appreciating the feeling of euphoria and joy that are both unusual in my oh-so-simple (weh) Med life. The natural feeling of being witty was crying to be released from my temporal lobe, and every time we talk, the wits start flying like jet planes bombing a vast land of boredom and monotony and leaving only happiness and laughter with it.

We've seen each other a few times already, and from our meetings, we get to see more of our funny side. The wits never end, the jocular bashing never stopped, and the happiness that comes with these overflew like an overflowing teacup. There were no dull moments, there were no boring and monotonous happenings. It was just pure F.U.N.

This person is a winner. She couldn't stand a convo without mentally beating me into a pulp. Masochistic as I may be, I just accept it, and I find it funny because I also make ways to come back from stinging losses. I don't wanna lose also. Who does, anyway?

Everything about inquiring soon ended up on a different avenue.

I have a lot more to say about this cool person, but for now, let's just stick to what I just said. Boring kasi ang mahabang blog.

First of all, there must have been a reason why we started talking, and I thank God for giving me such a blessing. It's not always and everyday you get to meet someone and start to build good rapport with. Some people might think this is so messed up, but they're wrong. They're missing half of their lives.

You never get to meet cool, fun-loving people each and every day. These things come usually under a blue moon. Whenever such things come your way, take advantage of it. Make and build a good foundation and a good relationship. That's how friendship goes a long, long way.

I thank her for popping out of I-don't-know-where-ay-Multiply-pala and putting some Ferrous Sulfate on my anemic RBC's. Wait. I'm sounding too nerdy na. Sorry naman.

In short, thank you very much. :) No other words come closer to what it means for this kind of funny, fun-loving kick-ass friend to arrive in such a good time. Let's make the most of it. Fun-loving people love to have fun!

Moving on, slowly but surely

It has been quite a long time since life has been quite mean to me. A lot of things have happened, and for the 1st time I'll make such thing worth reading.

We had a conversation not so long ago, where she said she cannot wait too long for me. She couldn't wait, so she had a new guy. The guy is pretty kind, I guess. I looked like I didn't feel affected, but deep inside, slowly but surely, my emotions were being swept away in a tsunami of dread. I didn't entertain it at first, but as time passed, and she seemed to be "happy" with her guy, I couldn't help but become unconsciously hurt. For the 1st time, I felt how it feels to be totally hurt. I couldn't help it but accept the fact that I have lost someone who has been special to me.

She was a big factor in my college life. She was the one who was a big partner in crime, someone who helped me through all the ups and downs. A big regret of mine was that she wasn't appreciated, and I didn't capitalize on working it out.

A lot of IF's came pouring into my mind as time passed after she had a new guy. I thought of so many "what if's," but what can I do, anyway. She said one time, that when all of this is "over" with her new man, she would like to come back to me. Dumb as it may seem, I was accommodating: I just said "Yes, alright." I just wanted to be happy again, living within false pretensions that maybe the right time will come that she will be snapped from all her senses and come back.

Even though we weren't in constant contact while they were together, she would tell me that there were times that she wanted out of her present relationship. I couldn't understand why, maybe she's having regrets and stuff. She would rant to me her frustrations against her beau, and that she wanted, so many times, to break up with him. But then again, she'd take back her statements like nothing happened, making me so dumbfounded as to what is really going on.

She told me to wait. I know how to wait.

But, I realize that I don't wanna wait anymore.

As time passed by, and a lot of friends came and went, I soon realized that there are so many things to life rather than just one thing. Like how Kubler-Ross' stages of grief describe it, I've been through the 4 stages. Now, all I need is acceptance. Through accepting the fact that there is no more chance for anything to happen between the 2 of us, this proves that in life, moving on is the best thing to convey acceptance of the reality of things. Deep down in my heart, I still long for those good times, though most of those times bad stuff happened. Living in the past is a thing that shows feebleness and impunity. Enjoying what is present and anticipating good vibes in the future are what makes life fun and exciting. I may have lived behind a shadow of uncertainty, but, true enough, from that shadow, I have learned a lot.

I hope and pray that everything will turn out alright between the two of us. We had a recent conversation about this, and with our conversation I stress that I do not bear any grudges against her. I just want to pull back from anything involving her. Deep relations can corrupt even the brightest of minds. Maybe through this move that I did, I may find more time to realize and accept the reality that has happened.

I just thank her very much for a very long journey, a time that was pretty well-spent. I hope she is definitely happy with what she has, and I promise to keep my end of the deal.

As for me, I'm happy with what I have. I'm happy and blessed that God has given me such an opportunity to rethink my life and accept with loving arms anything that He will provide. There is a bright future ahead. Let's look forward to it and enjoy it as it is.

It's just moving on, slowly but surely.