Entries for June, 2007


June 5, 2007


deathcabforcutie


besides being a doctor

Maybe it's a bug I caught from watching too much... creative material this summer. Possibly even from reading beyond the average share of books. Whatever it is, it's got me here.

 

You know what's been eating at the back of my head the past week? I'm obsessing over writing a story. Of all things, I want to write a story.

It's funny that this happens now, as summer is about to end its sluggish heat and give way to the June rains I so know and love. Not to say I rejoice that the rainy season spells many a tragedy to the less fortunate Filipino situated near countless clogged drains in our third-world country. Floods will come, sure as the dawn - our government officials still are clueless to what they're doing, well aren't they?

The fact of the matter is, I got so bored at some point that I brought out our ancient VCD collection and watched Moulin Rouge one afternoon.

 

So.

"Love is like Oxygen, love is a many splendid thing, love... lifts us up where we belong! All you need is love." 

 

So there's Christian. The penniless writer completely infatuated with the idea of love, who sails to Paris - the City of Love, Capital of Romance! - in order to jumpstart his career, and instead gets himself involved with the beautiful courtesan, Satine, and a whole roller coaster-ride of events that had his beloved dying in the end. And it wasn't only until the tragic ending did he start typing away.

 

I've no intention of getting myself a soulmate anytime soon and having him die in the end - all in the name of writer's inspiration - but it seems the perfect story would have to keep eluding me, for now. I'm in no shape to write about love if I haven't, you know, felt it before, since that's the only thing I deem worthy to write about.

 

And come to think of it, can a person as cynical as I am, truly forge a thing of beauty under such an ambitious theme as love? It's the happy people who dream up the best plots, after all. I'm bleak, unhappy, sullen, gloomy, boring, and pessimistic. And I believe fairytales are a pathetic thing to behold.

Hmm. So I wonder, now, what sort of story from me will be like.

 

It will be like crap.

 

 


deathcabforcutie
roadkilled at 11:05 AM












June 5, 2007


deathcabforcutie


hormones. it must be the hormones.

 

Okay, now I know it's strange, but I've been scrutinizing couples on their marriage compatibility these days, for some reason.

 

See, long ago I really was a romantic. I still am, in a way.

But since finishing Little Women earlier this summer, my beliefs in the insurmountable powers of love have been shaken at the core. I learned from the book that you actually have to be compatible and not argue a lot to get your happy ending.

So if you've got a couple who are undeniably smitten, and are willing to go to the ends of the earth for each other BUT are unable to get through one day without biting their heads off, does it mean it's unadviseable for them to marry?

 

What ever happened to "love conquers all!"?

 

A crazy example, but the first thing that came to mind when I first thought this up was Ranma and Akane from Ranma 1/2.

Nyaha.

 

Well, it's true! If I remember right (from the ol' Anime-crazed days), Ranma and Akane fought in every single episode. Perhaps the writers hadn't minded that all the insulting and the upper-cuts and giant mallets were getting ridiculously exhausting, inserting only wee bits of sincere and romantic moments between them. Could you imagine the two actually marrying, though? Ranma, egoistic as he is; and Akane with her legendary temper.

 

And then we have Elizabeth Bennet and Mr. Darcy in Pride and Prejudice. Strong-willed, free-spirited, headstrong Elizabeth and her proud, reserved, unsociable Fitzwilliam Darcy.

Okay, maybe my examples are a bit off from normal public awareness.

 

What about JIMMY and CINDY then, from Jimmy Neutron!

They're both stubborn and bull-headed as hell, but that doesn't stop either of them from getting attracted to one another. They're meant for each other, those two.

 

 

 

I guess when it comes right down to it, love isn't all it's cracked up to be. It can get people together, but it's in keeping them together where love should prove the strongest most.

 

Love still conquers all. Love prevails, to this day.

 

 

But it isn't just that fleeting moment when you first meet.

It isn't the flutter in your stomach when he passes by the hall.

Heck, it isn't even the intense kiss in the airport when he flags you down last minute before you board the plane to that place in Europe.

(but you gotta admit, girls, the guy-speeches make us melt).

 

I think that love... is when a father rubs his wife's feet when he himself is tired, and tells her about his day after both putting the kids to bed.

Or when a wife trusts and supports her husband when he couldn't find a job through financial crisis.

Or when a guy sits beside his girlfriend's hospital bed, holding her hand through cancer.

Walk to Remember?

 

Love is seen the brightest, when in the dark. 

 

 

Naakana.

 

Nevertheless, I believe that love is compromising. Meeting halfway, you know. I don't suppose you have to totally change yourself, if that's who you really are. If it's true love, after all, your partner will love you as a whole. Even if you're mayabang, or opinionated, or secretive.

But then again, if it's true love, you'd be thinking constantly about the other person, and how to make him/her happy, not miserable, right?? So as much as you have an obligation to yourself, you should be willing to improve for the other, or else it's one-sided.

 

By then, all the giving and taking would ultimately make you a better person in the end. And if the relationship doesn't work out, you're at least a little more prepared to truly give your whole heart to someone else someday.

 

Uuukay I don't understand what I'm saying anymore.

Dr. Phil? Geez! I can't believe I wrote all that.

 

 

I bet no one could ever finish reading this entry.  

 

 


deathcabforcutie
roadkilled at 12:28 PM












June 30, 2007


deathcabforcutie


second thoughts
this is a favorite post.

Is it so bad to turn to some kind of therapeutic release when there're other things to do?

I enjoy writing and all, but there's only as much as one can take without losing all sense altogether. I think I'd like to write without the pressure of the outcome being a make-it-or-break-it factor in my future, for now. Ateneo will have to wait.

 

Is mediocrity as bad as I thought it to be?

I, honestly, still think so.

Nobody should ever have to deal with being told that they are average.

That they are typical.

Or dull.

Or ordinary.

 

I for one, do not wish to be ordinary, or any of those words for that matter.

I, of course, wish to be EXTRAORDINARY, but it evidently seems my wishing will always account to nothing.

I am gifted. I do a lot of things. I am multi-talented, I suppose.

But I am not extraordinary.

I do things like an impossibly rusty robot would... mechanical, faulty. Trying its best to follow its programming. But it cannot perfect the things it does.

In all possible facets in my life, I am just... plain, ordinary.

 

It's hard, especially when all around me, people are finding out the extraordinary things about themselves... and everyone else is noticing!

I'm envious, hell yeah, but not because of the attention. It's just tiring to have to keep guessing about what you're supposed to be every waking moment of your life.

But for all that I am - even if I can't be the next Lisa Macuja, or set the next world record for the longest homerun, or even publish a decent book - I'd rather be extraordinary in, I don't know, service to others?

Humhummm, bola.

Maybe I'll become the greatest doctor on Earth, and that's how I can be extraordinary.

Naah. Not with most of my genius classmates wanting to be doctors as well.

But I'll try. I'll try to find my inner extraordinariness (oo word pala yan) someday. And I will find it; mark my word.

 


deathcabforcutie
roadkilled at 05:04 AM












June 30, 2007


deathcabforcutie


bummer
this is a favorite post.

 

There's this song I downloaded ages ago.

It's a God-song, the type you sing at retreats when you wish for your soul to be cleansed and whatnot.

Well it's driving me crazy.

And I'm sorry to say it's not the good kind. Lord, forgive me, but it just... POPS out at the most inconvenient times when I have my iTunes on.

For some reason, I can't explain why. Why it bugs me so much, and why I hadn't deleted it all those times I had to click next. Perhaps, because of the tune?

Maybe my ears despise the monotonic drawling of Hillsong, and the dead-giveaway of a worship concert from the sounds of the poor recording.

The thing is, though, I think it's my soul that's got to do with most of it. But the stuff about the poor recording and tune could be partly true.

 

Hmm.

God-songs help cleanse the soul. They cleanse my soul when I want them to, when I'm in the right place and at the right time.

Yes, my ears complain because the song isn't my style at all.

 

 

But maybe... maybe the real reason I get so irritated, and never bother to finish the song is because my soul is denying the need to be cleansed.

 

I honestly did this a while ago. No kidding.

The damned intro of Hillsong's "From the Inside Out" wafted through the speakers, and I decided it was high-time to get it over with. I turned up the volume and lay down on my bed.

Listened.

 

A thousand times I've failed
Still Your mercy remains, and should I stumble again
I'm caught in Your grace

... and then stuff I couldn't understand.

Tas when it came to the chorus,

In my heart and my soul
Lord I give You control
Consume me from the inside out

I don't know. I cried.

It was like God was opening something in me like an engineer would open the floodgates of a dam.

And just like the way hydroelectric energy is harnessed from moving turbines in the dam walls, my soul was being jolted from its lethargy.

Yuck. Physics.

 

In any case, I cried.

I cried about how stupid I am to think so little of others.

Cried about how stupid I am to think so little of myself.

Cried about how I have so much in me that I never got to use in seventeen effing years, and how I spoiled so many good things I could've gotten along the way.

And I cried about how others have so much in themselves, too, and just let stuff get in the way from them seeing it.

 

Then our helper had to enforce her excellent timing with hair-splitting precision, knocking on the door to ask, "Dan, anong gusto mong kainin?"

Good thing I had the sense to lock it before all the waterworks.

 

So yun, I'm going down to eat in a while. Another long entry, another glimpse into my "life", and no Ateneo essay yet. But I'll be working on it. The life part, AND the Ateneo essay.

 

 

Thank you Holy Spirit, for the bonk on the head.

 

 


deathcabforcutie
roadkilled at 05:10 AM











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