Heart's not blind

-new piece...
cheap shot, but whatever. remember kids, boredom is poison! and i don't have a death wish for the meantime! hehehe...

Hard to pretend that I can't see
Every meaning of love you give
And yet I turn away 'coz we
Rush things, I think...but we won't leave
This love we doubt yet trust as much

So please believe, it's hard because
No less I hurt...my heart's not blind
One stolid look of nothing such
Takes more of me for what it does
Brought by your eyes which try to find
Love therein...beyond...behind...

I wish to speak, for I love you, but
No less I hide...my heart's not blind
Denying myself...for you I must.

Because I know my heart's not blind.

Not so much of myself without you

It's just a song in my head
Forget it, just listen through your eyes

When all that is left unsaid
Is all I can hold on to realize

That I'm not so much of myself without you
Not so much happy if you're not right here
But I know it, I know what I have to do
And I learn to suffer without fear

I know you're fine through the silence
Say you love me still, but who is she
Who has taken my place...no I'm not dense
So though I love you, I'll let you be

When all that is left unsaid
Is all I can hold on to realize

That I'm not so much of myself without you
Not so much happy if you're not right here
But I know it, I know what I have to do
And I learn to suffer without fear

A poem...*bow* hehehe

Season

You're just a season my love
Sent from heaven above
It seemed

Caught me looking at you
And I thought I knew what I'd do
But no

Yeah you seemed worth the wait
Thought I'd have it too late
Yes I did

But as your olive grandeur
Faded brown, that I'm sure
You did

I just realized my dear,
Since I've known of my fear
I should

I should just wake up, wake up
Dreaming is over, time is up

I should just get on with the season
Let it go, go, go, go, go...gone

A million thoughts and two songs

I'm dead tired. Ewan. The thesis, ward duty, my parents, frustrations...all got me burned up for a while. I now realize what it means to be constantly toiling as a curse of life in this world.

"Do not love the world..."

There are many gifts of life...I know it from experience. God has given me so much, which I know I do not deserve. I'm just tired. I sense the need to refocus on the most important need, which is spiritual growth. The consequence of shifting my focus from that to worldly needs is this kind of grief that I feel in the strains of worldly pressure.

I need to know more about the God that I worship. I need to read the Bible, pray more, worship more...and life a more fulfilling life as a result. Oo nga naman. Everything is temporary naman talaga, except for God, who transcends time and all worldly concepts.

Ayun lang naman. At oo nga, huwag maghangad nang higit pa sa nararapat. God always answers our prayers with Yes, No, and Wait. So pag need talaga natin, I trust that he'll give it. If not, he won't. If it's not the right time, then we have to wait in good faith.

And yes indeed, I need to realize that there are things that he withholds from me because I don't need it now.
He is my Provider. Let him decide what suits my needs for the days that come and go.

Hayy...^^

And I close this with a song...


Oh Lord You've searched me
You know my way
Even when I fail You
I know You love me

Your holy presence
Surrounding me
In every season
I know You love me
I know You love me

At the cross I bow my knee
Where Your blood was shed for me
There's no greater love than this
You have overcome the grave
Glory fills the highest place
What can separate me now

You go before me
You shield my way
Your hand upholds me
I know You love me

At the cross I bow my knee
Where Your blood was shed for me
There's no greater love than this
You have overcome the grave
Glory fills the highest place
What can separate me now?

You tore the veil
You made a way
When You said that it is done

And when the earth fades
Falls from my eyes
And You stand before me
I know You love me
Oh.. I know You love me

At the cross I bow my knee
Where your blood was shed for me
There's no greater love than this
You have overcome the grave
Glory fills the highest place
What can separate me now?

You tore the veil
You made a way
When You said that it is done

Dreaming with a broken heart

When you're dreaming with a broken heart,
The waking up is the hardest part...

Hindi naman lahat bad tlg. The first part was very good. The second part got me feeling devastated.

So! To start...

I dreamed of being in a small white room with my classmates and friends sa nursing. Mga 4-10 berks...and at the center of the brightly-lit room was a bed, colored red. We were in a festive mood. At the center of the room sat Ma'am Cristobal, our beloved teacher na RN-MD...I looked at her belly (she's pregnant at this time) and saw that it was smaller. In her beautiful black-belted red dress, she turned to me and smiled in her cute way and said, "Anniline, nanganak na ko."

I was happy for her. "Congratulations," I said. But at the back of my mind, I was wondering why I was there. As more people started coming in, I moved out with someone very familiar who was not supposed to be there- si Maski (he's a very good friend of mine whom I love so much). I was conscious of his presence, but I did not mind him so much.

"Lika na," I told him, somehow happy with the unexpected company. And we wandered around the building (there were shops, parang mall siya) before I sensed that it was time...and I disappeared down a staircase malapit sa fire exit, but not before I bid him goodbye and said, "Text mo ko.":)

And the scene changed.

I woke up at the exact same position I had slept (just on the right side of my mother's bed). I recalled that I had to text him, so I fumbled for my cell phone. I reached for it and saw that there were two messages. It was astonishing to note that the message window looked like that of Yahoo Messenger. I could not recall much about the message he sent me, except for that part that it looked like he copy-pasted it from someone else's chat box.

It occured to me with analysis that he was sending 'I love you' to me with a picture of his barkada (which was just really weird)...but apparently he copy-pasted that message after he had sent it to some other girl na hindi ko naman kilala (siyempre nadamay doon yung name ng kausap niya). I highlighted the message (aba cellphone yun ha, wahahaha) and saw that the girl had even sent her number to him. And something about their messages told me that they were even talking about me. (aaaaaaa)

I shut my phone, not wanting to believe it. I felt so cheated and hurt. I muttered in denial, "No, no..." But it was there, the messages said everything. There was someone else he wasn't telling me about. I began to feel the coming of tears as I covered myself with a blanket and assumed a right fetal position.

When you're dreaming with a broken heart,
The waking up is the hardest part...

Yeah...finally, I woke up for real. It did not dawn on me at once that everthing that had occured was all a dream, so I stayed there on the bed, feeling a fresh surge of hurt and the urge to cry. A million thoughts were racing in my wasted head at that time as I stayed silent. So ganoon pala, may iba tlg siya. Pero teka, hindi naman kami ah, bakit ganito? Wala naman akong karapatang masaktan. He's your friend who just happens to like someone who's not you. Nothing else. Better let it stay that way...bahala nga sila...

Lord, bakit ganoon? I had to ask. I was filled with so much grief.

You roll out of bed and down on your knees,

and for a moment you can hardly breathe...
Wondering...

At buti na lang I had reoriented myself to reality before I cried out loud. I think I did. But if so, then thank God it wasn't enough to wake my two brothers (wala kasi si mama kagabi so tumabi muna ako dun). I reviewed the events in my head and realized that, wait a minute- that can't be real...and so I tried to recall what happened before I rolled off to dreamland.

That's when I fully realized that it was all unreal. Ma'am's expected date comes about a month later, Maski's not my boyfriend (I don't have a cheating boyfriend!), and yes, Maski did text me, but nothing like that. I checked my cellphone to confirm four text messages, two of which he had sent. Yes, it was all a dream.

Well, everything was a dream. But the pain was real.

And that gave me something to think about...

You no longer see clearly when you're blinded by the tears

And how true. I am writing this at 5:35 in the am to start.

Which is why it is important to be graceful under the pressures of life despite the hardships that come...and keep vigilant...set our eyes to God who matters most.

I don't even know why I suddenly wanted to write this fundamental truth- our need to depend on God as one who knows best for us.

Anyway that's all. Time to go on duty. Dump the unnecessary baggage so patient will be given professional care.

Epiphany? Or just a lack of sleep?:P

My four recent life-altering realizations:

1. Anni wants a baby in the future:

OK, I know I've been telling people that I hate children, all the more the idea of having my own. They make so much noise and a whole lot of trouble in the actual setting and in passing. I once swore that I would never have my own children- not with all that pain of delivering one's own and spending all that energy and effort to rear a whole bunch of them rats running in the house.

But my babysitting time with my one year-old niece Gracie made me reconsider.

I was initially feeling unhappy when I was told to babysit this girl without warning- my aunt just handed her to me while her parents were gone. I thought of my learned principles in pediatrics and handed her a bright object to keep her preoccupied- Rubiks cube, yey. It's bright, it's original so it can't be broken down into pieces by her tiny hands, and it's movable- multidimensional enough to pass time for her exploring pleasure.

Sitting with her on the bed, I turned on the TV and watched the evening news. I glanced at her every now and then and thought, 'buti naman at hindi siya maingay ngayon, hehehe.'

Just when I thought that that was it, she suddenly swayed her body sideways, as if wanting to rest her upper body. I took it as a sign that she wanted to lean against something, so I fixed the pillow and let her lean against it. It didn't keep her steady. She was looking for some good place to rest her head upon. I tried to make her face other directions, but to no avail. Finally, as a last resort, I let her lie beside me as I watched TV.

'Ayan,' I said, stroking her hair gently as I handed to her the cube. She took it and I turned back to the TV.

I was surprised when suddenly, a few moments later, she let go of the cube, reached for my hand which rested on my tummy, and held my fingers. I was even more stunned when she let her head rest on my chest.

Mush mush mush mush...

I was soo amused that I gave her a sudden lecture, 'Oh, ikaw, mag-aaral ka mabuti ah. Hindi lahat nakakapag-aral...' (and when I said that, I had to ask myself- what the heck was I doing??!!!)

That moment reminded me of a little talk between a certain nurse and a surgeon (both of who were fathers to their own kids) during one of my assisted cases in the operating room. One of the lines was-

"Mahirap eh (magpalaki ng bata). Magastos pa. Pero iba talaga kapag uwi mo, at tinawag ka...'papa, papa.' Parang lahat ng pagod mo, nawawala."

And maybe it's just in this rare moment that I really understood what that meant. The rewarding experience of parenting? Hmmm...change change. Hahahaha. Or maybe Anni is just keso. Wahaha.

2. Med school becomes a real option:

Recently my mother and my father are thinking of sending me to med school. I really don't know for now, but I have to think it through. I feel that with my passion for more knowledge and expertise, I might just...but then, do I have what it takes to stay to make it to the end?

Honestly, I don't know for now. I'm being lazy with nursing. What if I do just the same (and even worse) with med school? Then money would really be a waste...and all that time. I can be working after my boards, but med school will keep me from there for a while. I had entertained the thought long before, but I just laughed it off. As I told Mark once, 'I'm just a lover of knowledge, but generally I'm no genius like you.'

Hehehe. Ewan. Pero kung hindi lang sa time, I might just dive into it soon...

Sabi naman ng mga ka-rle ko recently, lalo na si Lorenz- mag-masters na lang daw ako instead na CI (which I see more as a possibility compared to med school). Well, new options...man, I never thought I'd take that idea seriously...Anni taking more chances in the field...man, oh man...

Doc Teng...Doc Teng..? Hahahahaha. We'll see.

3. Anni's biggest turnoff among the opposite sex? Swearing!

I haven't told a lot of people about it, but I am against swearing. It's a waste of words and a chance of entertaining conflict between people. Harsh words stir up anger, sabi nga sa Bible. I just don't get it with people who have the presumption that Swearing=Cool/ Togetherness. It's not all there is with being cool or having it together.

And so when a cute guy I've been eyeing (I know it's just a minor case of crushing, hehehe) swears...my attraction goes down to level zero. Hahaha. And how I realized that with my types, hehehe.

But here's the fun thing. My biggest turn on is not swearing (yeah right), hehehe. Kidding. Well though it follows that I generally tend to have a high regard for those who do not swear, it's not my main button. I am a bad sucker for people who keep a good relationship with the Lord. In a more serious turn, I am one to refuse commitment (or even the idea of it) with someone who does not have this important aspect. Siyempre dapat lang. It's part of the Scriptures.

Parang eleksyon lang yan. Choose wisely. Hahahaha.

4. Eto reinforced na lang ito- (also the idea of Mr. John Maxwell) People will only care about what you say if they know that you care:

Some events have led me to fully keep my hold on this principle. Which is true. Siyempre, we won't tell someone our secrets or narrate to someone the recent happenings of our lives, not unless we are aware that they genuinely care. Which is why in my experience I always make it a point to show and make the person feel that I'm listening and I'm fully interested. How?
  • Verbally- With reassuring words, regard everything that the person has to say. Or if it's rather needed (given an awkward situation or maybe even through the phone), give a direct assurance- "I'm listening."
  • It's in the tone- Avoid monotone responses. It kills the momentary emotions of the conversation.
  • Stance says more- If you may, lean forward or turn your body towards the person talking. Never move your body away from the speaker (unless you have to so excuse yourself). Don't hang your shoulder over the backrest of the chair, because in psychological terms, that defines domination and can intimidate the other person.
  • The eyes have it- If possible and not hindered by cultural differences, meet the listener eye to eye periodically throughout the conversation. The eyes really mirror more expression than we think. Intent is easily seen through the eyes of the listener.
  • Time the reactions- React as you should. Timely reactions are the best indicator of a good listener. When you have to freak out, go. If you're made to laugh, come on. Don't hide it- it's a waste of good chance of showing you care.
  • Therapeutic touch- It works well. When it's a fearsome issue, grip his/her hand. If it's a fun thing, hug her and jump around...whatever, depending on the level of agreed physical intimacy. If it's a cry-hard issue...best hug when you feel that it's needed or when the person cannot go on anymore. Ganoon. Hahahaha.
  • Clarify and get it over with- if you find any part of the speaker's statements incomprehensible, make sure you clarify past a pose (depending on the speaker, if she's one to entertain interruptions well). But this shows a high level of eagerness on the listener's part- the effort to really understand everything that the speaker wishes to communicate to the other party.
  • Minimize distractions- If it's a long talk, set a time for it. Don't text, except when it's important. Courtesy counts. If you have to excuse yourself or even possibly suspend the conversation, do it with courtesy to the speaker so that he or she won't feel rejected/ unimportant to you.
  • Make it your purpose- This is the most important aspect. If you're really hanging on to every word of the speaker and you internalize all of it...the rest follows subconsciously. It's easy to catch a distracted listener who only ends up hearing the words if his or her heart's not in it.
I know what it personally feels to be rejected and not listened to. And so I take it upon myself to make sure that I try my best not to make anyone feel that way because I know how bad it is...I let them know first of all that I do care, then they just...they just start talking. :)