2012: The Hiatus

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There was a gap in my blog last year. When I published my first post of this year today,I realized that I never wrote anything in my blog last year.

I went into a hiatus.

I did not post but my life was in full-swing in 2012:

I did my first cataract surgery.

I was part of the ORBIS program.

I traveled to El Nido, Palawan.

I went snorkeling for the first time.

I made rapid decisions.

I lived for the moment.

I laughed a lot.

I cried a lot.

I screamed a lot.

I talked to myself.

I had weird dreams.

I fought for my first-love.

I got scared.

I forgave my self.

I forgot.

I lived.

In 2012 there was no gap in my  real life, I was alive for 365 days 😀

The El Nido Sunset

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I craned my neck to see the water glistening down below and the towering limestone formations that obstruct my view of  the whole ocean. The tiny islands peek behind the rocks that surround this paradise aptly called El Nido which means “The Nest”. I take a deep breath and say a little prayer of thanksgiving for a safe trip as I steal a glance at the person beside me who has been patiently traveling with me. The sun shone like a perfect summer day even if it was early November. It must feel like summer all the time in a place like this.

Travelling to El Nido, Palawan was a dream and so it feels as we alighted the bus. The weather was cold and misty and the heat of the sun did not hurt my skin at all. Such a dreamy place filled with people:brown, white, bronze with their tall backpacks and a unmistakable  hunger in their eyes for travelling.  The town of El Nido is composed of 45 islands and we have 4 days to visit as many as we can. This was my birthday gift to myself as I turned 30. A big gift for a big number; it is just appropriate.

We left our bags in the backpacker’s inn and I almost ran to the shoreline. It was almost sunset as we sauntered hand-in-hand, behaving like tourists in our own country. The beach was starting to crowd as the restaurants prepare for the night scene. Candle flames were dancing on top of  batik-lined tables calling on to crowds with the night’s menu on top and local bands were starting to set-up their drums and guitars to entertain the tourists. I smile as I hear a group of children in blue and pink bathing suits crying in protest to their parents who were calling them to hurry back to their hotel; rushing to  put the last detail on their sand castles before the tide washes them out. Everyone wishes the day would just  go on forever.

Multi-colored boats — yellow and blue, red and white— manned by young boatmen who looked  tired and spent from the island tours, were starting to retreat to shore packed with tourists in neon orange life vests.  People started to take their seats on the beach-front restaurants while some placidly sat at their balconies on their rocking chairs gazing into the limitless view. The sun was starting to go down and the orange hue of the sunset slowly faded into a curtain of iridescent purple that cast a melancholic glow on the island.  It was an orchestra of colors that left me with no words to describe the beauty of that one sunset. As the sun disappeared and  the colors splashed in the sky, the ocean was silent, joining in the reverence of a day ending and the night starting. I have never seen such beauty that makes my heart ache. God makes great sunsets. I wish to see one like that again in El Nido.

* This post was inspired by the DP Challenge: The Devil is in the details 😀

Roadtrip

There is indeed no place like one’s hometown.

I took my friend and her daughter on a road trip to Antique.  We spent the calm hours of Sunday in my hometown before heading back again to the city. We literally stared at the ocean and drifted away. It was by far one of the best weekends I had since residency; a much needed getaway from the hospital, patients and surgeries.

I would give anything just to do this again.

I miss home.

 

An Oath to Join Postaweek2011

I miss blogging.  Yes, I’m guilty of post-less months here in my blog and this might just be the kick that I need: postaweek2011.

I promise to post at least once a week (fingers crossed). I promise not to make excuses for not delivering this promise unless matters of life and death get in the way.

I hope I could do this really, it’s not easy being a first year resident. Still, I love writing and this may just be the best distraction from patients and the hospital. Writing is the perfect choice to channel all the emotions, frustrations, dreams and desires of my restless mind.