The Past Year

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It’s been almost a year since my last entry and life had been a one hell of a rollercoaster ride for me.

I’ll start with the sad stuff. I failed my first year in Med School. I was a disappointment to myself and everybody around me. I didn’t flunk just a subject or two. I only passed two freaking subjects. It shook me to my core. I was so lost, I didn’t know what to do. I knew that I wanted to be a doctor. I wanted to give it another try. But my father lost his faith in me, he hesitated in supporting me. He wanted me to start looking for jobs and just move on with life. I’m so lucky my mother still supported me. She did her best in convincing my father to give me another shot.

And they did. With two conditions, no study outs and no going out with friends for the whole semester. I started from scratch. First year all over again. It was sad to leave my friends from my previous school. But luckily, I met new people in the new one. They were all so welcoming and I love how our relationships with each other work. They became my support system in this new environment. As months passed, they became my family. This right here is another proof that you can’t survive med school alone. You need to have friends and people around you. Med school is already depressing so you have to surround yourself with people who gives you comfort and understands you.

Life in this new school have indeed been full of surprises from great friends to brilliant doctors. I am in awe of how both my mother and sister noticed that I was happier here. I really can’t tell. I just did my best to move forward and just go on with life.

I do miss my friends from my previous school. I wish I could visit them but my parents won’t let me. “That’s just rubbing salt to your wounds.” My mother said. Yes, it’s kinda true. Seeing them will just make me think of what-could-have-beens if I didn’t fail. But I can’t really do anything about it anymore because what’s done is done. Hopefully, one day soon, I’ll get to see them again.

Relationships? Nothing really serious for the past year. I’ve had flings. Both didn’t last long. In the first one, I fell for the person even though we both agreed that it was just for fun. The second one was someone I met online and since school began I didn’t really have the time for that. I’ve also had one admirer in school but I only see him as a friend. I wish I could have given more since he is a really good person. But I didn’t want to give him hope when I know that I wasn’t attracted to him that way. I just hope he’ll find someone who’ll reciprocate all the love he could give. Yeah, you could say I’m not really lucky in the relationship aspect of life. My karma after everything I’ve done, I guess.

But in general, life has been good to me. I got to ride the airplane for the first time and went to South Korea. Probably gonna write a separate blog for this. I also made new friends and family. I have a better performamce in school. And hopefully, this will continue for the rest of the year!

Med School Blues

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It’s been a while since I’ve posted and a lot has already happened. To sum it up, the past year have been a rollercoaster ride of laughter and tears. I started med school and got into a relationship I was not ready for. I met new friends and found a family in them. One that I would cherish forever.

Relationship-wise, I did it again. I dived into it too soon. Don’t get me wrong but those few months with him were really happy. He legit made me feel like I was the most beautiful person in the world.  He made me feel loved. But I got scared, he was so sure of his feelings for me and I  wasn’t sure with mine. I didn’t want to be unfair so I let him go. Quite a stupid move for my part because I had someone who was so sure of me. I just couldn’t bear the guilt of knowing that I can’t equal all those feelings.

Plus, I am in med school. Not really a good reason to end a relationship but it was a factor. I got so busy, caught up in all the schoolwork and didn’t have time for him anymore. He was so understanding but it was already so unfair for him. My studies plus the unsure feelings that I have made me decide to put a stop in our relationship.

It hurt but I know I hurt him even more. And for that I am so sorry. You were everything I could’ve wished for and I thank you for everything. Maybe there’s a future for us in another lifetime. But for now, I’ll settle with being friends.

So Medical School is whole different level of war. You fail almost all of your exams but you do not have the time to mourn for those grades because another set of exams are coming your way. You cry because you’re tired and frustrated but you have to move to prepare for another day.

Yes, Medical School is not a walk in the park. But I still got something good out of it. I met brilliant doctors and really good friends. Though the schedule is really tiring, at least I get to spend the day with great people. Without them, I probably would’ve given up long ago.

I am so grateful for being placed in a very dynamic group. A lot of personalities do clash but we got over it and usually have fun nowadays. It’s just sad to think that as this school year is coming to an end, I wouldn’t get to spend my free times with them anymore. I would miss all the chikas and food trips, all the laughter and even the drama. We got through a lot together. I would truly miss them.

The past year made me realize that you are never really prepared for anything. You just got to face each challenge and do your best to survive. Life is really messy but you get used to it. And eventually learn to love it.

It was me

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I was always the beginning of the end. Maybe it was something I said, something I did. Maybe I wasn’t showy enough or maybe I was too clingy. I’m sorry for being a mess.

It all began with something good and sweet. It became something to be cherished and cared for. But along the way, things change and people changed.

To my 3-year elementary crush, I’m sorry I wasn’t able to keep up with you. You made all the efforts. It was all new to me and I didn’t know how to react. I guess you got tired and just disappeared. Thank you though. All those lengthy periods on the telephone, just listening to each other laugh at random stuff, were really memorable.

To my high school crush, I felt like I pressured you into liking me back. Maybe that’s why you ended it before anything even began. I liked your honesty. Though it really hurt me back then. I enjoyed all our conversations and all the times that we went home together. I’m just happy that we remain friends ’til now. It feels nice that every now and then someone still asks me how I’m doing. Thank you and I’m sorry. I’m happy that you’re happy right now.

To my first boyfriend, I’m sorry I gave up too soon. I was immature, I think we both were. Too young and the college environment was new to us. I guess I just drifted away as I got to enjoy the new things college offered me. Thank you for all the memories. I’m sorry for hurting you. Recently we got to interact and I hope that one day we’ll get to do that without being awkward anymore.

To the guy who tried to pick up the pieces, I’m sorry I broke you along with me. I think I wasn’t ready. I dived in too soon, thinking that if I had someone, I’d be better. But I just became an even uglier mess. I’m sorry for not speaking to you directly about my issues. I ran to my friends and told them instead. I’m really, really sorry. I’m just so lucky that you remained a friend even after everything I’ve done. Thank you so much.

To the guy who further broke me into tiny little pieces, I’m sorry for not being enough. I’m sorry for holding on to your words, for believing that it was all gonna be okay with you. I thought it was really gonna work, I was wrong. It wasn’t a good start and it didn’t end well either. I took a risk that got me burned so bad. Thank you for everything though. Even if it was just for a while, you still made me happy and I hope I did make you happy too.

To my second boyfriend, I’m sorry for being selfish. I only thought of myself. I broke it off because it felt so unfair. You were so sure of me and I never of you. I am sorry for hurting you. The guilt will never be gone. This may sound cliché but I did not deserve you. You deserve someone who’ll be able to reciprocate everything wholeheartedly.

To my future someone, I’m sorry you’ll have to deal with a broken person. I hope I won’t scare you away. I hope you’ll stay unlike the others. I hope you’ll know how to deal with me and my mood swings and all the drama I bring. I want you to know that you don’t have to fix me because I’ll do that myself. I just hope you’ll be patient enough to help me along the way.

I was born a worrier and an overthinker. I get that people leave, they get tired of all the drama. They get tired of trying to lecture me because I never listen. So to the people who stayed, thank you very much for dealing with my crap and I love you!

Crash and Burn

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That’s what happened. We crashed but I was the only one who got burned.

You said we’d give it a try, you asked if I was willing to take the risk. I took it and look where it got me. I guess you warned me beforehand but I was just too stupid to notice it. I always see the good in people, that’s why I always painted you in a brighter picture.

But I was wrong. Very. Wrong. I feel so betrayed, so angry, and a million more emotions at once. I’ve never imagined you’d do this to me. I was just too naive, too gullible to believe that you’ll treat me differently.

You did to me what you did to her. I guess this is my karma. Another overlap. We were never official but you said you could do with exclusivity. I believed you and I was happy with it.

A few weeks into starting where we left off, I noticed changes. They were subtle until they became too obvious. It seemed like I was the only one making an effort. It felt like I was chasing you and I didn’t like that feeling. Our communication would get cut off for days at a time and you’d come back as if nothing happened.

I wanted to talk to clear things up but you were always busy. Until that day came, you texted me and told me you wanted to enjoy your freedom as a single person. I understood you since you just got out of another relationship. I let you go even though I didn’t want to. But who am I to hold you back, right?

Days later and I hear that you were already with someone else. Officially. Labelled. It hurt. It crushed me. And you know, where it got worse? I was told that you two became official on the day that you told me you wanted to enjoy being single. Enjoy being single, my ass. You lied. You could’ve just told me the truth. “Hi, I found someone else. I got bored of you. See ya!”

You weren’t worth it. I thought you were. I wanted you to be. I already invested too much. I want to be angry. I want to slap you. I want to curse you with every curse word I know. But all of that will just be a waste of energy. I’ll just sum everything up in a short sentence:

FUCK YOU, K.

 

PS. I think she doesn’t know about me. I just wish you’d treat her better.

C A G E D

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My parents brought me up in a strict environment. I didn’t mind this. I grew up to be an obedient daughter. I did everything to please them. I studied hard, got good grades, went to good schools.

But right now, I feel caged. I hoped they would loosen up once I become legal. My mom did but the opposite happened with my father. He wouldn’t even allow me to have fun. He expects me to survive college without friends, like he did. I tried so hard to explain that I don’t usually go out and when I do I ask permission.

I’m 20, for crying out loud! Please let me commit mistakes so I can learn. Let me live my life so I won’t regret or miss anything. I know that I owe everything from you, but I also need to breathe. I need to be independent.

I just hate the feeling of you expecting too much from me. It would only add up to all the struggles I’m trying to balance. I know I disappointed you with those grades. But I pulled it off the second time around and I don’t have anymore backlogs.

Why do you have to make me feel like I’m not doing my best in school? It hurts. It hurts like hell because you don’t even know what I went through. I can’t blame you for not being here all the time. I know you do that for us to live a comfortable life and because you love us.

Never have I talked back to you. I concede and keep quiet once you start ranting and scolding me even though your points don’t really make sense. Please stop comparing then and now. Times have changed. It won’t adjust to you and your beliefs.

I just can’t imagine college without my friends. They help me a lot because we go through the same stuff. They understand all the struggles I’m facing because we have the same ones. I’m sorry if I can’t be like you. I’m sorry if want to have fun and chill every once in a while. I probably would go crazy if all I think about is school. I want rest too, even for just a night.

I envy the freedom that my peers have. I envy the fun my friends have without me. I feel sad whenever I have to leave in the middle of the party because it’s time to go home. I often think of rebelling just to see your reaction. I just wish I had the guts to go against your wishes and live my life the way I want to. But I just can’t, because I’m a coward. And that’s the reason why all these thoughts and feelings will only remain in my blog. I just really wish I could tell you this:

Please give me space to breathe. Please set me free.

 

Numbers

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One. One game that started it all.

Two. Two pictures that made you notice me.

Three. Three persons involved.

Four. Four times we went out alone.

Five. Five instances of me convincing myself that it was fine as long as I’m happy.

Six. Six friends it took to bluntly tell me the truth of the situation.

Seven. Seven messages from her.

Eight. Eight weeks worth of memories and experiences.

Nine. Nine times I convinced myself to do what’s best for all of us

Ten. Ten in the evening when I told you I’m staying away.

To my It’s Complicated

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I write to you the things I wish I could tell you personally but I can’t.

The last 2 months have been great, full of memories and experiences I would treasure forever so thank you. Thank you for the times you made me feel special, for the times you made me feel that you cared. Thank you for bringing out feelings that I’ve never felt before. Thank you for never getting bored of my endless chikas through texts. I was never a good conversationalist so what I lack in talking I make up through texting. Thank you for staying up with me when I had a hard time sleeping (I really have a weird body clock). And thank you for liking me for who I am.

From the beginning, I knew it was never going to work out. It started with the little things: the way you say my name differently, the slight touches here and there. I didn’t mind these little things. But it became more frequent, you were trying to get to know me more. It was as if you were interested in me. But then again, I didn’t mind that. Why would anyone really get interested in me? I was simple and boring, not even attractive.

Things progressed though, we were texting almost everyday. You got to know me more and I think I’ve shared almost everything about me. But that’s it though, we weren’t interacting much, barely had time to really talk to each other due to our situation. I was your secret as you were mine.

It seems like I was narrating everything that happened so I’m just gonna take a shortcut. I got too invested in you. I let myself believe that there was a chance for an “us”. I clung on to the thought that someday I will be your priority not only an option. But it took one post to slap me in the face, making me realize that enough was enough. I was already hurting and if I held on far longer I might be further burned by the situation.

So I’m sorry if I had to end this. I’m sorry if this will make things harder for you. Please understand that I’m having a hard time too. But know that I don’t regret the decisions I made and that I don’t hate you. I have to stay away for my sake and yours, to save myself for further pain and for you to finally make up your mind. If you ever do, I’ll respect whatever it is.

I like you, Beb. And I care for you, I don’t think that will change soon.

Complicated

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I was fine just crushing on someone else.

But in you go and I was hooked. From the beginning, it was confusing. Slowly, you inched your way into my life, making yourself an almost-permanent fixture. You made me feel emotions I haven’t felt in a while.

It started with a game.

That line sounded so cliche but it’s the truth, you got interested in a certain game that was installed in my phone. You were so caught up in the game that you’d always borrow my phone for it. But you needed an opponent (me, of course!), and that’s where all of this began.

It was gradual. The game became available in Messenger so you began messaging me. Challenging me to play with you. But along the way, conversation can’t be avoided which became late-night ones. The topics were so random and out of the blue. I didn’t read much into it though.

But our mini summer came, and you continued the late-night conversations with me. Everyday. Slowly, gradually as I talked about myself, I think I fell. Not in love, of course. But I think I was caught in a trap through your sweet talks and compliments. With all the attention that you gave me, it felt new and nice.

You already know all my secrets but I know none of yours.

And that’s scaring me. Maybe I was too honest, too vulnerable, to tell you everything about me. I’m scared that I might fall but you wouldn’t be there to catch me. I’m scared that I’ll hurt somebody or be hurt.

Because all you wanted was a fling. I just recently figured out it’s meaning, no feelings. Fleeting, just for fun. And what’s worse is that no one can ever know about us. I was your dirty little secret as you were mine.

And that’s all I’ll ever be, because you’re already someone else’s.

Unrequited

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Crush. A word that’s too high school for me. But nonetheless a word that could refer to you.

For the past two years, I’ve been bouncing from one crush to another. Or even having a lot at the same time. This was nothing serious. It was an inside joke with my friends. But every now and then, they would try to make me talk to them. Which of course, I didn’t do because I’m too shy and not confident at all.

It started as a joke because you fit my type. The tall, lanky, eyeglasses-wearing guy. You reminded me so much of someone I knew long ago. That’s when I first really noticed you. I think I even told you back in first year about this. The year when we had the laboratory section. We weren’t close or anything but at least you talked to me. After that we’ve never been in the same class, I went through the ups-and-downs of my second year and so did you.

The second semester of our third year began. It was exciting and nerve-wrecking for me. And busy and hectic one for you. I joined our organization’s pageant which was really way out of my character and personality. It was a decision I didn’t regret, an experience I would forever treasure. And you were one of the officers of the organization, you helped in organizing all the events that occurred even after the pageant. During that night, there was a teeny tiny part of me that hoped you would notice me. But I guess, you didn’t. Still, amidst the pressures and stress of that night, I felt beautiful.

Flash forward, intramurals week. You were still busy as a bee. But you handled your responsibilities well. This was the first time that I admitted to someone that I admire you. I was pressured of course. The information was kinda forced out of me. But they were my friends so I trusted them.

This was the beginning of the endless torment- no, not really- just teasing. I was fine with it at first. Because it was just within our circle of friends. But it went out and teasing became more regular and obvious. I’ve been begging them to stop but they seem to enjoy my embarrassment.

Recently, one person suddenly asked me why I admire you. I was so taken aback because (1) the person and I weren’t that close, and (2) I didn’t think she’d believe all the teasing since I denied it all. I wasn’t able to answer her properly because of the shock and the fact that I haven’t really thought about it.

So here it is now. You are very smart, one of the major turn-ons for me. You aced and were top of almost all the exams we took. You are kind and approachable and responsible. You have a sense of humor. And you can dance. All these things made me like you.

Since the teasing began, it seemed like you were avoiding me if there were a lot of people around. But if we met along the corridor alone, you would smile or, if I’m lucky, would say hi. And that’s enough for me. I know that it’s impossible for you to read this post. I just wanted to let it all out. So this is my confession.

I like you, Blue.

 

PS. I am surprised that as I am writing this I seem to have kept tabs on you. I promise I did that unknowingly.

Sudden

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I dreamt about you last night. I woke up dazed and confused. The dream was so random. I wasn’t expecting it because I wasn’t thinking of you at all.

Back in high school, I was super socially awkward, I don’t even know how to act properly around boys. I don’t know why but I would feel really uneasy mingling with them.

But you were one of the boys that broke through my awkwardness and uneasiness. I never really thought that I’d be really close to some guys. Close enough that you’d treat my house as yours. You were and are always welcome here. And my mother really likes you.

In college, we went our separate ways but we kept in touch. You text or message me in Facebook every now and then. Asking if you guys could come over. My mother wasn’t that strict when it comes to boys. She never had a problem with you guys taking over our fridge.

Sometimes, you’d ask me about school. You’d tell me how much you wanted our culture, our freedom. And about feeling like you were constricted intellectually in yours.

Sometimes, you’d randomly talk about things both funny and interesting. And you also like to debate about relevant and irrelevant topics.

And sometimes, you’d tell me you miss me. Even though I know that you meant it jokingly, it would still make me feel special. Once, I think I even felt butterflies fluttering in my tummy. I’d jokingly tell it back, but I know deep inside that I really meant it.

I like how you’d easily make conversation without holding back anything.

I like your enthusiasm when you talk about things.

I like how honest you are with me.

I like how you easily tell me that you miss me.

I had a sudden realization that all my crushes in college were patterned after you. Tall and lanky.

I don’t know how this happened but I think I’m starting to like you.

But, I know that this can never happen. There will never be an us. You are off-limits for you are my friend. And I think that’s all I’ll ever be for you. A friend.