Monday, January 10, 2011


The boy tried his might arranging words in his mind but the throbbing pain at the back of his head is too much to ignore. He removed his glasses, rubbed his eyes carelessly then closed them tightly. He counted, one, two, three…the monotonous ascension of numbers just made it worse. It was decided that he’s going to sleep early despite the continuous beeping of his mobile phone and the crazy shrieking of his neighbor’s dog.

When he slept that night, he expected the pain to wane so he was disappointed when he found out that morning that the discomfort was still knocking persistently at the back of his skull. As with the advice of his two med-student friends, a hospital visit, alas, is inevitable.

The trip could’ve been good if not for few things. For one, the doctor scolded the boy for his uncanny talent of taking care of himself since it was only a few months ago when he was confined in that same hospital for dengue. Second, the boy is now under observation and is to take 3 different pills all according to the doctor are targeting his brain. Lastly, the cute guy who nursed him months ago is nowhere to be found –fat chance for whatever it is the boy is thinking!

Now, the pounding pain was aggravated by many other things such as career choices and those who are trying to make him a “career” [I was kidding]. Decisions, decisions, decisions! Everything seems to be cracking the boy’s skull severely and yet no answer is still popping out. There’s this big commotion inside him shouting things like “coward,” “pompous ass,” “future,” “responsibility,” “dreams,” “plans” then finally the word “sick.”

The boy figured out he wasn’t what he used to believe a healthy outgoing kid frowning over his classmate under asthma attack. He’s the one who’s constantly under attack now.

There are many things he wishes. Like the ability to decide over his career. Chances to leave the very same field he fell in love with but is also now dragging him 6 feet under. Money and talent to pursue his passion in writing and film making. And an idea on how to end his boring entry which will ensure the continuous patronage of its reader and the satisfaction of its owner.


"Leave me here Lord. Leave me in the valley.
Let me rest my weary head
Give peace to your survivor
Put all my fears into bed
You lose your way you've got to land
You gotta make another plan
But sometimes I'm inspired
You're gonna sing another song
You're gonna sing another song
You're gonna right another wrong
And sometimes I'm inspired."
-from Wind and the Mountain written and performed by Liz Phair

15 reaction(s):



Alter said...

hindi tayo makakagimik kung me sakit ka. pagaling ka. :)

RainDarwin said...

pagaling ka DB.

baka naman kasi tigang ka lang kaya ka nagkakasakit. hehehe.


James - M.I. said...

Get well soon DB. :)

Nimmy said...

dboy pagaling ka. :D

KikomaxXx said...

bakit nga ba naging makata ang tao pagnagkasakit.. waheheh pagaling ka chong...

JasonPaul said...

pagaling ka na para matuloy na inuman natin. hehe.

Mu[g]en said...

Pagaling ka dboy! :)

Mac Callister said...

so what did the doctor told yah? hay naku pagaling ka muna bago mo stress sarili mo sa mga decisions hehe.

take care ayt!

orally said...

getwell and takecare

Désolé Boy said...


Thank you so much.

It may sound very cliché but I really do appreciate all these.

Love you all!


c - e - i - b - o - h said...

aaw.. now i've read ur post..
soon u'l be okay.. i know...
'lika nga,, hugs na lang muna kita.. mmmmmmm....


Sean said...

Feel better db.

soltero said...

ano na naman yang sakit na yan babydes at nag hosptial visit ka na nman? take good care of ur health!

my-so-called-Quest said...

tsk. take care of yourself a wag magalaga ng sakit. sarili ang alagaan. ang dami dami kasing iniisip. relax lang! hehe


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