tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32494050219949679632024-03-29T10:36:53.604+08:00Walking on WaterThis blog is as an outlet for my histrionic alter-ego, borne out of a whimsical afterthought, an almost childish, ridiculous, and indulgent distraction, an attempt to chronicle my moments and my thoughts and document them as if they count for the world outside, in order to create a semblance of existence. As if it matters. As if.
The genre is fiction, and if the stories sound familiar, it's all your bloody fault.Walking on Waterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14152163482384151030noreply@blogger.comBlogger244125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3249405021994967963.post-71289452474858698092024-03-22T08:53:00.004+08:002024-03-22T08:53:28.379+08:00After 9 years After 9 years of hibernation, I am reviving this blog. So many things have happened in between. Sometimes I think I've totally forgotten how to write. The widespread use of social media has reduced my brain to mere spectator, no longer actively creating worlds of its own. It's like I have been so busy living that I failed miserably in imagining and creating, which I think translates into Walking on Waterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14152163482384151030noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3249405021994967963.post-12012931542364103482015-01-26T06:53:00.000+08:002015-01-26T06:59:29.553+08:00Ten Things I Learned When I Turned Thirty-FiveAfter 35 revolutions around the sun, each round lasting for 365 and 1/4 days, I started writing about how my mindset has changed. This began as scribbles on scratch paper, ideas that came randomly and because I found them amusing, I etched them in the virtual notepad of my head, until one day, in a fit of those horrible mid-life blues, I opened my computer and started typing.
Here are some Walking on Waterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14152163482384151030noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3249405021994967963.post-14836865738628506882015-01-01T20:23:00.002+08:002015-01-01T20:23:17.817+08:00Twenty-Five to Thirty-Five
It's new year's eve. The old 2014 is about to come to a close and the promise of an even better 2015 beckons. I usually sleep through new year's eve, but tonight I was startled awake by an unknown entity that has absolutely nothing to do with the noise of firecrackers and banging pots and pans.
In the middle of the night, I got up, opened my computer,
and started writing. It was a Jerry Walking on Waterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14152163482384151030noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3249405021994967963.post-41325431051621812412014-12-15T20:22:00.000+08:002015-04-15T20:00:14.048+08:00Ernest Hemingway once said, "Never go on trips with anyone you do not love."
It's been exactly one month since I left for an amazing journey, this time, for the first time, with someone. Mr. Hemingway turned out to be right. I hope whoever I traveled with has read this particular quote too.Walking on Waterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14152163482384151030noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3249405021994967963.post-54511443173672971962014-06-17T07:26:00.000+08:002014-06-17T07:26:55.307+08:00Peanut ButterOne of the most popular quotes about unrequited love is that of Charlie Brown" Nothing takes the taste out of peanut butter quite like unrequited love." Being a huge fan of peanut butter myself, I can relate to this. During the past days, peanut butter tastes like paper. Well, everything tastes like paper.
I have been holding on to this silly kind of hope for the last few months, that maybe, Walking on Waterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14152163482384151030noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3249405021994967963.post-16879730266950498992014-06-15T19:29:00.001+08:002014-06-15T19:29:42.961+08:00This is already insane. This loneliness is getting unbearable. Why must we get lonelier when we get older? Why make a big deal about one more day, or even one more hour of being alone when you've been alone all your life?
There's got to be something better than merely getting by. There has to be something greater than this miserable and monotonous existence. The's got to be a cure for broken Walking on Waterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14152163482384151030noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3249405021994967963.post-8366243644969701912014-05-09T12:59:00.003+08:002015-04-15T20:00:30.600+08:00The Hunchback of Boracay
I’ve been staring at this blank computer screen for some
time now. I’m down to my last few days of vacation and it is imperative that I
should at least get some decent writing done. Witty Facebook status updates
with poorly-taken phone-camera photos are far from being acceptable. I have to
squeeze something out of my lethargic brain, at least. Or else, this hiatus
from work will be no more than Walking on Waterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14152163482384151030noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3249405021994967963.post-10816608485561919942014-03-17T07:13:00.000+08:002015-04-15T20:00:37.700+08:00Writer's BlockSo this is what they call writer's block. Or maybe I'm just too lazy to write. Or too happy, perhaps. My diagnosis is writer's block secondary to too much happiness secondary to spending time with you. Aargh. This blog is getting cheesy. And I hate it. But nobody reads this anymore anyway, so I might as well ventilate. I could not tell you anything. No, not yet. Maybe one day, I will. But for nowWalking on Waterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14152163482384151030noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3249405021994967963.post-71443034419066234902014-03-09T16:58:00.001+08:002015-04-15T20:00:45.046+08:00ReoxygenationReoxygenation. That's your word. In medical parlance, it's called "detoxification" - it's what we do to relieve ourselves of life's toxicities and stresses. For example, medical students party hard to detoxify after a major exam. But as I grew older, detoxification has evolved into something entirely different from parties. For me, it's staying by the beach, or drinking beer on a quiet evening Walking on Waterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14152163482384151030noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3249405021994967963.post-62460140979152039832014-03-04T18:09:00.001+08:002015-04-15T20:00:59.957+08:00ApprehensionI saw you pass by the hospital today. I happened to be in my car, at the parking lot, wondering how I should spend the free evening. I was trying to stop myself from texting you. Geesh, I missed you terribly! Just when I was already convinced to send you a message, your car passed by. And I set my phone aside and decided against texting you.
Something tells me that if you're not busy, you'll be Walking on Waterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14152163482384151030noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3249405021994967963.post-58406375800671929182014-02-26T20:08:00.003+08:002015-04-15T20:01:08.804+08:00You AgainOh no. I'm sorry. I tried to avoid this. This blog is supposed to talk about anything substantial (ie something people can learn from, laugh at, or ponder on), but this is the second consecutive post about you. I don't think anybody is reading this blog anymore, anyway. My last entry, which was entirely about you, only garnered 11 reads as of now. So I figured it's probably safe to just blabber Walking on Waterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14152163482384151030noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3249405021994967963.post-69636440267662541882014-02-18T21:01:00.000+08:002014-02-18T21:05:08.121+08:00An Open Letter to A Secret Crush. From a Girl Who's No Longer Young.I have a confession to make. I like you. I really do. I wish you'll never find out. But I'm writing this anyway. I don't think you read my blog so I think my secret is safe here. Or maybe I wish you will find out somehow, without me having to tell you in person. It scares me that you'll find out, and yet I would really really like you to know how I feel. So here goes. I'm shrouding you in a veil Walking on Waterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14152163482384151030noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3249405021994967963.post-29485047144017216792014-02-04T22:01:00.001+08:002014-02-04T22:01:17.884+08:00FernAnother old crush got married a few days ago. Well, it wasn't really a big deal. But when you're 34 and single, and your options are getting narrower and narrower, supposedly trivial events like this create a small dent on your otherwise flawless veneer of confidence. It's like a death of someone your age, when you are suddenly reminded of the brevity of your existence and you get to question Walking on Waterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14152163482384151030noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3249405021994967963.post-56074475516490245232014-02-02T09:49:00.000+08:002014-03-09T17:06:37.923+08:00Breakfast Club With Me, Myself, and IMy 34th birthday came and went. I expected to become wiser overnight, with my hair all turning gray, wrinkles on my face, with a halo around my head. I didn't. Instead, I'm just an almost-old middle aged woman trying hard to keep sane.
Today is my third day trying to get back to my lifestyle a year ago - that of a regularly-jogging fat lady who found it hard to finish a day without sweating it Walking on Waterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14152163482384151030noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3249405021994967963.post-20829322118619583012014-01-21T20:00:00.000+08:002014-01-21T20:00:04.610+08:00Coffee-Shop Blues
Last weekend I was here, forcing myself to read a paperback
novel about hell. Today, in an attempt to distract myself from my perennial
lack of company, I decided to escape from the rest of the world by staying in a
mall. Yes, it’s true that we can sometimes be alone in a crowded place and
think more clearly where there is noise. The steady drone of people’s voices
and their occasional ripples Walking on Waterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14152163482384151030noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3249405021994967963.post-52534795137781534872013-09-30T15:52:00.004+08:002013-09-30T16:07:30.655+08:00Vagaries of a Middle-Aged Schmuck
Last night, I found myself in a coffee shop sipping hot vanilla
latte and indulging in decadent blueberry cheesecake while musing about my
solitary existence. It must be my age and the fact that I’m supposedly way past
Erikson’s Intimacy vs Isolation Stage but am still very much stuck in it,
struggling to keep my head afloat like a child who doesn’t know how to swim,
that this issue is becoming Walking on Waterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14152163482384151030noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3249405021994967963.post-50010189881089103232013-06-19T15:56:00.000+08:002013-06-19T15:56:18.822+08:00You Should Date a Cardiologist<!--[if gte mso 9]>
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Walking on Waterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14152163482384151030noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3249405021994967963.post-15537672281608052442012-11-07T19:58:00.000+08:002012-11-07T20:01:48.020+08:00Silly Attempts at Poetry
I unearthed an old piece of crappy writing today. These were scribbles I made on scratch paper some 10 or 12 years ago. Funny how some memories revisit you, like a deja vu, only becoming stronger. It's like coming full circle and you find yourself in exactly the same quagmire again. Perhaps it's true that History repeats itself. Or maybe Life is just giving us second chances, so we can be Walking on Waterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14152163482384151030noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3249405021994967963.post-4668681818132614852012-09-30T10:54:00.001+08:002012-09-30T11:12:43.942+08:00Walking on Water: The ResurrectionAfter nearly eight months of dormancy, I’m back. I’d like to believe that the fact that I am writing on this blog again means that I’ve finally settled into the new life that I’ve chosen for myself. The rolling stone that I had once been now decides to stay still in a corner for awhile and gather moss, just a little bit of it, maybe to have a semblance of stability in my life, to say that I too Walking on Waterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14152163482384151030noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3249405021994967963.post-8670384735500035282012-02-18T00:13:00.008+08:002012-02-19T02:33:21.160+08:00Some Things I’ll Miss About PGHNow that I am about to conclude seven years of my stay in the country’s biggest charity hospital (15, including my college, medical school and internship years), I couldn’t help but count the things I have come to love most about it - things I will definitely miss once I depart its hallowed walls. Perhaps it is only normal among humans to occasionally feel excessively sentimental about things Walking on Waterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14152163482384151030noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3249405021994967963.post-1296531958355213772012-02-13T18:53:00.002+08:002012-02-13T19:31:38.374+08:00Winter, Spring, Summer, FallIn terms of finances, I am about to reach the winter of my life. After 2 years of living on politician's dole-outs and one year of being a market-driven company investment, I am down to my last pay check. Long rainy days are yet to come, however, when I know I will be scraping the barrel, looking for my last crumbs of bread, living on Lucky Me pancit canton and canned tuna while studying for the Walking on Waterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14152163482384151030noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3249405021994967963.post-57402432512473427132011-12-30T18:23:00.004+08:002011-12-31T21:03:18.130+08:00Resolutions for 2012It has been an awesome year. As 2011 is ending, I can't keep Beyonce's song out of my mind: I wanted you bad, I'm so through with it,'Cause honestly you turned out to be the best thing I never had,You turned out to be the best thing I never had,And I'm gonna always be the best thing you never had,Oh yeah, I bet it sucks to be you right now!Somehow I picture myself as a sexy, beautiful woman in aWalking on Waterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14152163482384151030noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3249405021994967963.post-40231889236309681052011-12-08T21:19:00.002+08:002011-12-08T21:42:34.941+08:00The Scales Don't LieToday, after weeks of denial, I finally faced one of my greatest fears - the weighing scale. I've been neglecting my one-year-old diet and exercise regimen (consisting mostly of twice weekly jogs along Roxas Boulevard and moderate food intake) since September this year. After losing 8 kilos since early 2010, I've vowed to never exceed my normal body mass index (BMI) again. However, due to sheer Walking on Waterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14152163482384151030noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3249405021994967963.post-61633120658038879712011-12-06T18:28:00.003+08:002011-12-06T21:01:10.669+08:00Procrastination, Atbp.Ever since I started fellowship for Adult Cardiology in March 2009, sinabi ko na sa sarili ko na mag-aaral na talaga ako. Pano ba naman, ang dami dami ko nang kinuhang exam, di pa rin ako nagbago. Hindi pa rin ako marunong mag-aral. Nung 2004, nung kumuha ako ng board exams para sa Medicine, habang ang iba ay nagkakaroon na ng eye bags sa kakapuyat sa pag-aaral, hindi pa rin nagbago ang study Walking on Waterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14152163482384151030noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3249405021994967963.post-40397898926045272232011-12-01T00:00:00.005+08:002011-12-02T14:35:31.742+08:00Maginoo Pero Medyo...Maginoo, pero medyo lang. I'm changing my requirements for an ideal guy. After countless encounters with those tall, mysterious, smart, courteous, men-you-can-bring-home-to-daddy types, I'm giving up. Wala pa rin naman kasing nangyayari. Despite all the batting of eyelashes, the flicking of the hair, the exposing of the neck, the constant flashing of my trying-hard toothpaste-commercial smiles, Walking on Waterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14152163482384151030noreply@blogger.com11