The Daytime Call

I was in deep sleep when you called. After 64 days of not being with you, you finally came around. I didn't realize how much I missed you until I heard your voice again. I hate the distance, and all the crap that comes with it. But whenever I think about it, I realize you have the situation much worse. I have no right to complain. Instead, I should just sustain what we have right here and support you with all your endeavors. I should always make you feel okay even though things are growing harder day by day. Isn't that what best of friends are all about? So I'm just gonna keep writing until I run out of stories to tell. And knowing me, you know that's quite impossible to happen.

The 2012 Experiment

It's the first day of 2012 and I should be writing something epic. But instead here I am, completely lost for words. I thought about writing how my 2011 was. Sure, it would be nice to write about the year when I learned to be happy on my own, the year when I passed the board exam and finally got to call myself a nurse, and the year where I first got myself employed.

That's it for my 2011? Gosh, I have never felt a year emptier.

I really wish I could brag about topping the boards, earning a job in a first-class hospital, and finally saying yes to love again. But none of that really happened. It was an okay year- you know, the one where you can just label with a B+ rather than an A. I wish I could say it was a disappointing one. But then I realized the real disappointment here is me -- the writer, the maker, the dreamer. I could have written a better story for 2011 and made it happen. Instead, I left it as mere dreams. But I guess that's what New Years are all about -- we get another chance, another 365 days to make things right.

This year, I get another chance to forgive, to do better, to give more and love more. Not all people were given a chance to make it to 2012, let alone survive 2011. I know that because I work in a hospital and I see people being wheeled by a stretcher with relatives crying rivers of tears. I am one of the few lucky ones and I'm not gonna let this year be another waste of time and existence. I'm gonna show the world why I deserve another year to live. I don't know how but let me start with this writing. This is just the first page of a 70-sheet notebook, and if I get to write something in it, it means something meaningful is happening in my 2012. 

So watch out and read on :)