Weekend Wonders: the Undying First Love
Posted: April 9, 2011 Filed under: pain | Tags: Anesthesia, bad, good, love, pain, ugly Leave a comment »Because I write to ease the pain, literally!
The Good – One down!
This week’s good is an ode to one of my wisdom teeth; I hope to see you in teeth heaven
This morning I woke up a little bit nervous knowing that I’ll be going under the knife. And, no… I didn’t wake up as a chicken. I meant surgery. It’s not like I am dying or anything and I was really cool about it (or at least I made it appear like it) but I just know that when it comes to procedures involving the oral cavity, it’s going to be bloody like a Russian…
And painful like love… well, yeah sometimes. But I don’t want to really talk about love right now because I am in a lot pain.
The best part is I met a girl named Anesthesia. I last met her on April 22, 1998; that’s like, almost thirteen years ago. We were both young then. Actually I was being circumcised (and it was bloody like a Russian too!).
This time around, Anesthesia came a few moments before a procedure called “Impacted Wisdom Tooth Extraction”. It’s got a name that long because dentists don’t like baptizing the things they do with scientific names.
Anesthesia, she can be a bitch sometimes (and I love it!) and she made me choose between her and the tooth and it sure felt a lot like choosing between wisdom (the tooth, I named him wisdom a few days back) and love. It sure felt a lot like choosing between reason vs. emotion; brain vs. heart.
Anyway I chose Anesthesia, end of story… or is it just the beginning now?
I don’t get it; sometimes it’s not our fault that we feel pain. In my case, those very lazy wisdom teeth grew old while lying down (imagine how lazy they are). More than that, they were starting to bother the other teeth. If only I could save them all…
As for anesthesia, well I guess it’s really my fault; I knew that she’ll leave me eventually and yet I expected her to stay longer. I really don’t know if it’s her departure that’s causing the pain or if it’s the fact that I got dumbfounded once again.
It’s really painful to find yourself left dumbfounded by the same person. Even if you knew she’d leave you again. Twice. Thrice, after a month from now (read below).
In any case, I know it’ll be easy to replace her. Actually, another girl named Ponstan is doing the job (the clean type of job, that is) expected of her. I heard her cousin Advil work’s faster but the thing is she’s from the Ibuprofen family so she’s really not that good when it comes to dealing with the swelling.
But the thing is, the first girl you love? She will always be irreplaceable.
I’ll still yearn for Ms. Anesthesia a lot.
First love never dies… especially if you first met her while you were being circumcised.
P.S. If you why Alaxan never came by to help me ease the pain, It’s because he’s in Los Angeles pampering the Pacman.
The Bad - one more to go
The thing is Wisdom has a brother which also goes by the name of wisdom. It was a mix-up waiting to happen but the dentist was good and he got the right one.
And the one that’s left is the one on the left.
Anyway, the wisdom that’s left of me has been served and in a month, it’ll most probably get evicted. I’ll get to see Anesthesia again, after all… and that will be worth another blog post for sure!
The Ugly – Nothing ugly for this week except that I will most probably cut things short here… in that case, ’til next week then!
I’ll be fine don’t you worry about me…
Yes Ms. Anesthesia, I’ll just be fine without you!
Light Peace Love
Posted: April 6, 2011 Filed under: love | Tags: light, love, peace Leave a comment »I wasn’t raised in a home where the sciences were (in any way imaginable) equitable to a meal’s worth of intellectual discussion, so it was simply impossible for me to have fallen in love with science at such a very young age. But as I grew up there came a point when I had to spend a few years in a science high school; a few years enough for me to acquire a sophisticated taste for logic, science and the seemingly inevitable obsession to explain everything in concrete and logical terms.
But since everything falls in a love-hate relationship of sorts, numbers and formulas were never enough for me. So I turned to literature and the vast bloom-fields of “quotation books” (the books where everything is quotable because there are nothing else but quotes) which astonishingly explained everything else that science can’t.
It goes without saying that one aspect of knowledge never sufficed; in fact in retrospect, I never adored a pure scientist or a pure philosopher. Of all the thinkers I have ever encountered in my life, I adored somebody who was both a scientist and a philosopher: Albert Einstein.
Setting the groovy hairstyle aside, Einstein was the watermark of his generation. He was, in my opinion, the best philosopher of science (which makes him a philosopher of everything else) ever to grace the stage of the world. In fact if only he was given a few more years of life, he would have solved all the mysteries of this world exhaustively and still have enough time to come up with a few mysteries of his own.
Take for instance the General Theory of Relativity which is, to date, the best theory we have to explain gravitation. In turn, the theory also explains falling apples, falling leaves, falling stars, and falling for someone else – and no, the last example wasn’t really a kind of a joke.
Love has its own characteristics of relativity. Einstein discovered his own concept of gravitation through his studies with light, and in the language of physics, light (like love) is a many splendid thing.
Light is eternal, unbounded and unlimited. Shoot it out towards the eternity of outer space and light will travel unceasingly, even in the darkness of nothingness. Shoot it towards an object and only one of the two things can ever happen: light bounces off and continues to travel elsewhere, or it is absorbed and transformed into some kind of energy.
Love, in its true philosophical form, is just like light – spiritual, eternal, without bounds, and consistent all throughout. Like light, love knows no bounds and sees no limits; it is a feeling that defies all tangible (even intangible) hurdles and it cannot be stopped, only diverted. Shoot towards an object of affection and only one of the two things can ever happen: it bounces off and becomes diverted to somebody else, or it is absorbed and transformed into some kind of energy.
The thing is however, in relativity we can only compare love to light, and so it doesn’t really explain love. It only provides a framework in which everything can be explained in terms of – like light, love is, life is, and everything else is, like light.
So it would be a challenge to really explain and not just liken love in terms of physics and philosophy combined, in which case Einstein was already a half-foot ahead.
Quantum Entanglement; take two particles which were initially together as one, and separate them. As one moves, the other moves in conjunction to it so that even if you separate the two particles even by three universes apart, one will move in conjunction to the other. “Jiggle” the particle in this world, and you also “jiggle” the particle situated three universes away. It sounds like Carl Jung’s universal unconscious, only that this one has some science to back it up.
Or we can look at it this way; take two lives separated by distance. As one continues to live on, the other lives in conjunction with the other, so that you cannot explain one life without touching the other. You cannot give meaning to an embodied soul without giving meaning to the other.
At some point even the ancient Greeks saw this bit of reality romantic:
“According to Greek mythology, humans were originally created with 4 arms, 4 legs and a head with two faces. Fearing their power, Zeus split them into two separate parts, condemning them to spend their lives in search of their other halves.”
Quantum Entanglement seems to provide as an invisible way to link two objects separated in the time-space fabric of the universe. It seems to cross the hurdles which break bonds between similarities and differences, or of nearness and distance.
It even transcends the concept of love and attraction, as it is oneness and separateness at the same time; oneness because two objects are in a juxtaposition for eternity’s sake, separateness because they need not assume a single entity to be one.
If we are to take this further into the realms of physics, we are all entangled with everything in this universe, only separated in the motions of the big bang. This gives us three valuable realizations among many others.
First, as everything is entangled with each other, love indeed knows no bounds. In the infinity of space love can occur between two souls. Beyond every experience is a deeper spring of meaning, of which we cannot entirely explain, but we can always depend and trust on to keep love burning even in the midst of quantum uncertainties.
Second, as we all came from one singular matter on separated by the big bang and the ebbs and flows of generations, we have the capacity to love everything in the same degree, no matter the kind of love involved. Storge, Eros, Philia and Agape are all the same – perhaps only differentiated by semantics – the same energy that “jiggles” my life in conjunction with the lives of others.
And in the deepest sense of realizing that we are all entangled intangibly but nonetheless with meaning and depth, there is no way that we cannot attain the purest sense of harmony.
If space cannot provide a hurdle for interaction great enough to stop it from happening, then space, after all, may just be an illusion. Everything is still within the reach of each other so that when you send a ripple outwards, you get caught in the ripple yourself; so that when you love somebody, you also inevitably love yourself as well.
Buddha said it best: “If you see yourself in others, then whom can you harm?”
And who then can you not love?
Thinking About You
Posted: September 16, 2010 Filed under: bitterness, love, poetry 1 Comment »you greeted me this morning
and i’ve been thinking about you since then
and the fact that what i’ve loved
about you the most are the things
i do not afford myself
like lightness of being
and a childish kind of fun
i’ve been thinking about you since then
and the fact that what i’ve loved
about you the most
are our differences, vast as the horizon
uncompromisable -
like you,
and me,
and the stars
and i’ve been thinking about you
since then… all the while,
i’ve been thinking about you
and the truth that you will never be mine
hoping that this becomes my “ticket” to redemption
Posted: August 18, 2010 Filed under: letters Leave a comment »Dear You,
This is for you, and for what happened four days ago. Understand that this is not my way of excusing myself, much less working for redemption; but i had my reasons…
You have been faithful in trying to understand me, especially the me you cannot understand at all… Im not asking you to do that right now, i just want you to listen to whatever this message has to say.
Deception is sometimes the best weapon of choice for the desperate. I dragged you into an argument that late afternoon, on purpose, with the hope of waking you up. Did i make a good point? Well, yes i believe i did. But that one was tough and really aggressive. You had your point too; delievered it exactly the same way everybody expected you to do. That disappointed me.
You are not the villain here, but there are people i want you to be wary of, in due time, when all the dust settles. The thing is, you cant fight them that way, if ever you choose to stand up for what is right; please dont sleep on your grave.
And I’d rather have you despise me, so you could stand up to them.
Than admire me as a friend, but be asleep and fade away.
-R
Petal to Petal
Posted: July 31, 2010 Filed under: poetry 9 Comments »from your pale blue eyes
down your cheeks, down
to your lips
where the sorrowful river leads to
and the banal taste
of the salty sea begins and ends,
there’s a place
where your sadness has learned to hide itself,
in a smile
like two red petals
drowning in the dewdrops of a crying morning
petal to petal,
if only my lips could touch yours
i could take
all the lonely droplets
away
i cannot get myself to write
Posted: March 13, 2009 Filed under: cw101 | Tags: love, poetry, writing 3 Comments »in the face of the lonely night
i cannot get myself to write
amidst numerous inspired attempts
on lamenting flowers, torn leaves
on autumn papers, strewn all over
fallen from a fruitless heart
through the moonlit air, i am watching-
lonely lillies floating by - sadly
in a gloomy pond of fleeting memories
i too am floating, lost like i am
when i am in your smile
with you in my thoughts i cannot sleep
much less get myself to write
i cannot get myself to write - everything is in a sweet mess
the face of the night looks like the sea, of love, as they say
and i am ready to fall into the lips of the sky
to drown myself in it
i sleep in the morning, when the stars are gone
and i am done wishing
and when the sky is grey, i am blue
you resemble the rain, but it is I
who falls over and over again... for you.
in a sweet mess it seems, that i am deeply stuck in
this poem has caught up with irony,
on the road opposite to what it seemed to be all about
i never wanted to write anyway
just tell you things, things
i (really) love (telling) you
im caffeine, thank you! how about you?
Posted: January 21, 2009 Filed under: blog, caffeine, heart, journal, love, writing 4 Comments »Out of boredom, I thought of getting a haircut this morning. No other reason really, except that my head just didn’t feel right.
I came to class a bit late this morning. I woke up a bit late today and I’m not so sure if I’m already awake – perhaps I’m just in some sort of astral projection, or some high definition dreaming with surround sound technology.
I can hear the world loud and clear and I can’t help but reply…
Yeah, I love u too youniverse!
Today is January 21. It’s amazing how three weeks can fly by without a drag. That was one good ride, and it’s good that I don’t have to wait for time. Each and every passing moment brings me to the future… although if everything right this very moment suddenly becomes a mere part of my yesterdays, id be drowning with what-ifs, what-nots and what-have-yous. Whatever.
Behind me, a couple of benches away, there’s a girl sitting all by herself. Funny thought that even two benches apart can mean a big deal of silence in between. Well actually, I don’t know her anyway. Even if I did, I wouldn’t break any sort of silence right now. For one, I’m the shy type, plus it’s not every day that I have my whole world for myself. I’m starting to love this, when the only thing I’ll have to bother myself with is
(You should get the picture, or the lack thereof.)
And of course, occasional episodes of thinking about someone.
Its Wednesday today, right smack in the middle of the week and it feels like it’s going to be a long one… So how about a cup of coffee when it’s all done?
half awake, half superhuman,
RR
P.S.
if i were a falling star,
youd be a meteor garden.
ive fallen for you,
over a thousand times now…
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