The Surgical Intern

Can't believe that more than a month of internship just flew by. One thing I love about Chinese General Hospital is FREE FOOD - lots of it! I pigged out initially on 3 dishes and a cup of rice per meal but started to crash diet when friends started to point out how extra puffy cheeked I looked. Since then, I've trimmed down my rice intake to 2 heaping tablespoonfuls (no more, no less). Quite happy with the results so far. Now I can wear my pants without looking like a tightly wrapped suman. I go on 24-hour duty every 3 days. Duty days are the most "toxic" and were made more "toxic" by a handful of patients who go in for not-so-worthy ER cases such as a dead toenail or a simple "pigsa sa puwet." Duh. Other days are more manageable. Quite fun actually 'coz I'm rotating in Community Medicine as well. I get to spend more days seeing patients in the community (urban 'coz the clinic's along Del Monte Avenue) and socializing with interns from other hospitals. A typical day in the community goes like this:

8:00-9:30 a.m. - attendance/sleeping time

9:30-10:30 a.m.- I start seeing patients (Consultation Period)

10:30-11:00 a.m. - merienda

11:00-11:30 a.m. - Consultation Period

11:30-2:00 p.m. - lunch/siesta/DVD time

2:00 - 4:00 p.m. - Consultation Period

Life surely tastes like vanilla along Del Monte Avenue...

Ampao

Ampao...Hope I spelled it right. You see, I have a trickle of Chinese blood in my veins (just a trickle! Great grandma's half-Chinese) so I dunno if I spelled it right. All I know is, it's this loot envelope (red with some gold design) which contains money. I'm now an official medical intern at Chinese General Hospital. My goal? To render good patient care. How will I know if I'm doing this well? By the number of ampaos I'll be getting from my patients. Hehehe. Am just kidding. Internship started May first. Luckily, got assigned to Surgery/Community Medicine so my schedule's still bearable. Even got to watch MI3 then videoked with my brods and sisses a couple of days ago. Hey, we should do this more often. Hope Ruthie goes with us next time. Miss her big time. I'm badly missing someone who's so busy these days that I rarely get to talk to him everytime I go online. Hmp. Going online these days takes much effort, sir. Internship is a lot more difficult than clerkship. Actually depends on the hospital one's rotating in. At Chinese General Hospital, we have A LOT TO DO. So far, the longest sleeping time I've enjoyed during duty nights is close to 2 hours. So there, hope to hear MORE from you soon. Oh...and I haven't watched The Matrix yet so your YM status is still Greek to me.

My fave lines from the movie Serendipity (incidentally, a fortunate accident happened this week):


Jonathan: I just had a really great time and for all we know I wouldn't be able to find you again.

Sara: Well, if we're meant to meet again, we'll meet again. It's just not the right time now.

Jonathan: Maybe we're supposed to meet on British time and we're five hours too early.


Dean: ... life is not merely a series of meaningless accidents or coincidences. But rather it's a tapestry of events that culminate in an exquisite, sublime plan.


3 months...A lot can happen in 3 months. We'll see, my friend. Que sera sera.

Summer 2006

Passed the revalida thank God. Mama's back to see me graduate. Whee! I don't need to wear my worn-out pair of clerkship shoes again. As for internship which is a couple of days away, I'm positively dreading it. Well, what's new? Suffered from pre-clerkship jitters a year ago but I survived. Hehe. I hope I'll be able to coax Mama into giving me that decent out-of-town hibernation I truly deserve. Puhleaz Mama mia!

To the souls that I met along Clerkship Lane:

I am thankful
For the golden rays that touched our soil
I am thankful
For the birds that greeted our days
I am thankful
For the moon during those dreary nights
I am thankful
For the tears that reached the seas
I am thankful
For the smiles that lit the skies
I am thankful
For the conversations, the hopes, the dreams, the wanting and the needing
I am thankful
That God led me to thee...

Currently loving this song...I have yet to hear Cueshe's version...

"Hard to Believe"
(Eraserheads)

I find it hard to believe
That all the pain that we are feeling
Has some meaning in this world
It's so hard to believe
That everything you see is different
From the things that you've been told
I wanted life to be this way
Just a little bit of love could mean so much
Oh please don't take it all away
But with you heaven is still close enough to touch
I find it hard to believe
That someone up there is waiting
With arms open wide and smiling
It's so hard to believe
When someone told me that your suffering
Is what you get for living
I wanted life to be this way
Just a little bit of love could mean so much
Oh please don't take it all away
But with you heaven is still close enough to touch
Because your love is still the only thing
That matters in this world
The only thing I can believe...

Cramming for Revalida

5 days to go before I face my tribe during the dreaded Revalida (THE gruelling oral examination that every Thomasian medical clerk needs to pass in order to graduate) . I'm cramming as usual. Decided to decongest the inbox of my cellphone (my old phone got stolen, don't have a copy of the numbers in my phone book so I lost contact with some of the most important people in my life.grr! and the guilt-free guy still had the nerve to text my mom using my old SIM and ask for money!ranting again...) 'coz the NO SPACE FOR NEW MESSAGES flashing incessantly on my phone's screen is causing further agitation...

1. A stoic wondering..."Life is tricky isn't it? You want things you can't get. You get things you don't want. You get things you used to want but not anymore. You want things you used to get but not anymore. When you finally get what you want, you want something else. When you finally want what you get, you get something else. Funny how we make life seem absurd when it's not."

2. A stranger approached a child and asked, "What is love?" The child answered, "Hmmm...Love is when you tell a boy you like his shirt and he wears it everyday."

3. Have you ever experienced a time in your life when you felt so empty for no reason? Have you ever felt so down but you just can't tell why? Have you ever felt like the world suddenly spins around you and you are caught in the middle going nowhere? Weird isn't it? But that's the beauty of being human. It is knowing that there is a purpose for each existence. And whatever that may be, it is also the reason why we still wake up breathing each morning... to discover that missing piece of puzzle that would make our lives complete.

4. Loving someone who doesn't love you back is like reaching for a star. You know you'll never reach it but you just have to keep on trying...because someday, who knows? It might fall...

5. Soulmates are never found by grasping every hand you see and testing if both your hands fit together. But instead, it's that certain someone who stares back at you at the other side of life when you lose consciousness of everything else around you and you feel a few seconds of what eternity really means.

Hanta Yo

When 4th year happens, clerkship happens. Clerkship is when people start thinking that sleep is priceless, when people start considering an impending blepharoplasty, when social lives go further downhill, when strangers become good friends and good friends become enemies, when strangers become lovers and lovers become strangers again, when people who absolutely hate coffee become addicted to it, when partygoers become nerds and nerds become partygoers, when stable egos crash and unstable ones go berserk.Clerkship becomes fun when you start mustering the guts to go out there.It's not easy but it's worth the try. Clerkship introduced me to beautiful people. Forget the nasty ones. They're not blog-worthy anyway. Hehe. Through clerkship, I met a really beautiful person, whose weirdness was extraordinary (redundance intended). "Ahbleza" or Shitting Horse (for no particular reason) to some, dreams of getting maried to an American Indian from South Dakota, wears a Bohemian outfit to parties, dances like she's been possessed by the spirits (we have videos to prove this), writes soulful poems which are truly blogworthy (too bad she wants to keep them private), paints like a pro, brings out the profoundness of ho-hum comments and reads Hanta yo (Clear the Way) with gusto. This book, which was based on a Lakota historical document (basically a saga of the American Indians), was so carefully and tediously written, that it took the author (Ruth Beebe Hill), a quarter of a century to complete it! I scanned some of its pages with "Ahbleza." The book deserves 5 stars.Here's an excerpt from the book...

I stand at the center and the light shines all around me. And now I know that my spirit glowing makes this light. I come into power with the sun for I am like the sun. I am my own light.

Here at the center I see the meaning of things, all things. And I know that I am the meaning. The whole meaning.

The four directions come together in me. I am the center and everything flows from me, returns to me.

I am that which they call great mystery. I am that which each calls Wakantanka before coming here, before seeing the light.

I am here and so I know. Here I know everything. Here I know myself.

I am thought and will. And nothing sits above my will.

I am pride and joy. And nothing sits above my joy.

I own my life. And only mine. And so I shall appreciate my person. And so I shall make proper use of myself.

I stand here in the light of my own presence and I recognize my power.

I am reason. And nothing sits above my choice.

I am truth. And so I live in the spirit. And so I live forever.

I am the oneness of the whole. And whatever happens, happens in me.

I am Ahbleza. I own the earth.

The morning after the blast of firecrackers that revived my dependence on earplugs, I looked out the window and saw a flock of white birds buildings away from my nearly deserted apartment (save for a few souls packing their bags and psyching themself up for the inevitable family reunion). Against the smoggy backdrop, these birds flew together, following a graceful pattern they invisibly drew on the grayish sky. White against gray. I stood mesmerized at the eccentric combination. Wait...My mind started to doubt what I saw...A flock of birds merrymaking along the skies of polluted Manila? Surreal but nice. Happy new year!

The Mysterious Thing Called "Love"

Again, for the hopeless romantic...

If you find yourself in love with someone who does not love you, be gentle with yourself. There is nothing wrong with you. Love just didn't choose to rest in the other person's heart.If you find someone else in love with you and you don't love him/her, feel honored that love came and called at your door, but gently refuse the gift you cannot return.Do not take advantage, do not cause pain. How you deal with love is how you deal with you, and all our hearts feel the same pains and joys, even if our lives and ways are different.If you fall in love with another, and he/she falls in love with you, and then love chooses to leave, do not try to reclaim it or to assess blame, let it go. There is a reason and there is a meaning. You will know in time.Remember that you don't choose love. Love chooses you. All you can really do is accept it for all its mystery when it comes into your life. Feel the way it fills you to overflowing, then reach out and give it away. Give it back to the person who brought it alive in you.Give it to others who deem it poor in spirit. Give it to the world around you in anyway you can. There is where many lovers go wrong.Having been so long without love, they understand love only as a need.They see their hearts as empty places that will be filled by love, and they begin to look at love as something that flows to them rather than from them.The first blush of new love is filled to overflowing, but as their love cools, they revert to seeing their love as need. They cease to be someone who generates love and instead become someone who seeks love.They forget that the secret of love is that it is a gift, and that itcan be made to grow only by giving it away.Remember this, and keep it to your heart. Love has its own time, its own seasons, and its own reason for coming and going. You cannot bribe it or coerce it, or reason it into saying. You can only embrace it when it arrives and give it away when it comes to you. But if it chooses to leave from your heart or from the heart of your lover,there is nothing you can do and there is nothing you should do.Love always has been and always will be a mystery. Be glad that it came to live for a moment in your life.The Mysterious thing called "LOVE"....

It's rare for a friendship to go beyond time, space and differences. Even rarer for a friendship to cross these borders effortlessly. I'm glad that our paths crossed. But, if for some reason, you have to go, fret not. I'd gladly welcome an old friend back to my world. Anytime...Even if it would mean going back to square one. Miss the good times, mah friend.

Just decongesting my cellphone's inbox...

1. Find a guy who calls you beautiful instead of hot, a guy who calls back when you hang up on him, a guy who will stay awake just to watch you sleep. Wait for the guy who kisses your forehead, the guy who wants to show you off to the world even when you're in sweat, the guy who holds your hand in front of his friends. Wait for the guy who constantly reminds you of how lucky he is to have you. Settle with the guy who proudly turns to his friends and says, "That's her! The one I love...My everything...My life."

2. If you look inside a girl's heart and see how much she cries, you'll find secrets, promises and dreams but what you'll see the most is how hard she tries to stay strong when nothing is right and everything is wrong.

3. I've realized that life is indeed full of contradictions. Sometimes it's crazy to be sane, you need to fall to fly, people suffer because you care...You have to unlearn to know the lesson, you have to give up because you are strong, you have to be wrong to make things right...Nonetheless, life's complexities are also life's source of beauty. We should cry to laugh again, fall apart to be whole again, and get hurt to love again...

4. A heartbreak isn't always as loud as a bomb exploding. Sometimes, it could be as quiet as a feather falling. And the most painful thing is , nobody hears it but you.

5. You know you're in love when you can't fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams.

6. If the sun shines in your soul, does it matter if it rains outside? Happiness within overlooks the sadness that any event may bring.

I'll Miss the Boy

To the boy...
Who never fails to give me a wake-up message
Who called me up from his hometown just to ask for advice about an emotional catastrophe
Who's such a hopeless romantic that he has daily love quotes on his phone
Who was nice enough to give me a copy of my fave rock songs
Who loves the beach so much that he doesn't mind going there alone
Who listens to Marilyn Manson's songs during bedtime
Who doesn't know much about computers that he depends on the computer shop staff for his powerpoint presentation and word documents
Whose favorite YM icon's the devil
Who hates coffee but likes native hot choco
Who usually spends review nights at a coffee shop but orders juice
Who loves lechon and seafood, but for some reason, orders chicken dishes every single day whenever he's in Manila
Who loves fishing
Who can speak and understand all 4 dialects in his hometown
Who rarely falls head over heels in love but when he does, he does it with a deafening crash and every aspect of his life gets disturbed
Who calls me ate/lola and can get away with it
Who I fondly call ingkong
Who always ends every text message with hehe
Who can sleep for 15 straight hours without feeling light-headed
Who doesn't smoke nor drink but is an occasional gambler...
I know you'll be busy once more. It was fun getting to know you better. Thanks for the friendship. Hope to hear from you still. Good luck in everything. :-)

A Torpe Girl's Letter

Months ago, I was really infatuated with someone. I felt kinda frustrated 'coz I was so torpe (again!). I passed up golden opportunities to get to know the guy better 'coz I aways got tongue-tied whenever he was around. One night, after analyzing my situation, a close friend felt that it was time to make the "move." The funny thing was my friend's a guy! He composed such a beautifully-written letter that I nearly followed his advice. Of course, I eventually chickened out. What happened to the guy? We're still friends. Hehe. The special feelings spontaneously ceased. I don't want the letter to go into waste though, so I'm sharing it with you. :-)

Women have come a long way. I have read of years before when women were shackled into tiny wooden shoes so that their feet would not grow well and they would have to stay at home just minding the house.

Women used to married off, most often to the highest bidder. Their value depended on how well they cooked, how beautiful they were at parties, and how many children they could produce.

They used to say that women were not fit to hold positions of responsibility. Heck, women could not even vote. They had no power over anything except maybe their babies. They even had no power over their bodies.

Now, things are better. Women can buy their own shoes, and we know of some like Imelda who have thousands. More importantly, women can now go where they please. Women can now choose who they marry. Their value depends not on how many kids they could produce or how pretty they are, but on what they can contribute to society. Of course there would be some who would disagree.

Women now hold positions of responsibility. They can now vote. In fact, we have a woman in Malacanang. In some places, women can even abort their babies which is sad. But still, it proves a point. In terms of freedom, power and place in society, women have indeed come a long way.

Yet, notwithstanding all these, it seems that our society still does not fully allow women to express freely and without stigma how they truly feel. When a woman tells a man she likes him, or acts in a way that will catch his eye, she is said to be a flirt, cheap, easy girl…When a man fails to express upfront what he feels, he’s weak, pathetic, basically a loser. So, is our society pressuring males to be virtuous and truthful while punishing women who are the same? Why are men who say what they mean considered great men and women who say and do what they feel considered bad girls?

Truth is, I don’t know. But I write at the risk of being labeled as a flirt, cheap, easy girl blah blah blah because I need to tell you that I really like you. I don’t really know why. I haven’t known you for a long time but when I see you, I feel happy. Good things seem great when you are there and the bad things are just more bearable.

I really would like to get to know you better.

I ask for nothing except that you not consider me a cheap, easy girl for I am not. I am just a girl who one night gathered the courage to defy convention and say what she actually feels.

At the End of the Day

At the End of the Day

by Michael Hussin B. Muin, M.D.

Doctors are leaving. We’ve read the bitter reviews, the harsh editorials and the sensational news. Filipino doctors are packing their bags and taking the next flight out of the country. It doesn’t matter where or as what. The bottom line is that they're out of here—and Philippine society is angry.It’s easy to lump individuals into professional categories: doctors, specialists, general practitioners. When headlines shout “Doctors are leaving”, it conjures an image of a crowd in a cinema running and fighting their way to the exit as if a fire just occurred. In this instance, it doesn’t matter where you end up as long as you don’t end up dead. Anywhere but here, as an old saying goes.Is this far from the truth? I honestly don’t know. I only know that there are familiar faces in the crowd: classmates, friends, teachers and mentors. And they are not running. They are sitting silently in the corner, deep in thought but ready to make their next move.My friend told me a story once. He was in a Florida club with a white female friend. This was just after he passed the local boards. A white dude came up to him and insulted him with racist remarks. His female companion defended him, saying he was a Filipino doctor. The dude just had one thing to say to my friend, “So, what does that make you HERE?” My friend replied, “Nothing. That makes me nothing at all.”It is a true story. Sad, but true. It also drives the point that some doctors, when they leave for other countries, may also be leaving their hard-earned degrees. Ten years of sleepless nights, stressful days and neck-breaking hours in between—all down the drain.Only a few understand the rigors of medical training. The prized M.D. degree consumes almost 10 years of a person’s life. If you add residency training, by the time the new specialists graduate, they’d have spent half of their lives going after a goal—to be a doctor.But beyond the time and the labor, fewer people understand the support behind every medical student or resident physician. For many, medicine is not an individual goal; it is a collective dream—nourished by fathers and mothers way before medical school. Nobody survives medical school or residency training without moral and financial support.We know the stories: an OFW in Saudi cannot go home until his daughter becomes a doctor; a caregiver in Canada continually sends half her income to pay tuition for her brother in med school; a government employee foregoes retirement to fund materials and equipment for her son in residency training. There is no dearth of stories, as each will have his own. Behind one doctor’s dream is a collection of family sacrifices—family sacrifices that may have to be paid in full.It’s not surprising new physicians or specialist are running up and about, ready to put all their training to use. They need to earn. Let me repeat that, they need to earn. With a certificate in one hand and some idealism in the other, they stand at a crossroad.Doctors practice their trade wherever and whenever they can. Some go home to their provinces, while some try their luck in urban centers. Some take up additional training, while some set up small clinics. Some apply for admitting privileges in hospitals, while some get affiliations from HMOs. Working hours may start as early as 5 am and may end as late as midnight.But at the end of the day, in the confines of their own homes, they hang up their stethoscopes and tuck away their degrees. They watch the news and eat stale dinners like everyone else. They play with their kids and put them to sleep like everyone else. They go to bed tired and weary like everyone else. Because at the end of the day, these doctors are not doctors. They are fathers and mothers, sons and daughters, husband and wives. And much like everyone else, they worry about their future and their family’s future.As the exodus continues, Philippine society will see doctors leaving careers and patients behind. But in the confines of homes in different parts of the country, we see fathers and mothers leaving families behind, sons and daughters saying goodbyes, and husbands and wives praying for a bright future. At the end of the day, we are not losing doctors, we are losing loved ones.Almost a year ago, my good friend told me he was leaving for Trinidad and Tobago as a UN Volunteer Doctor. I didn’t ask about his career, his degree or his plans. The only question I asked was “Paano anak mo, asawa mo?” And with a long sigh and a short smile, he answered, “Para sa kanila naman ito.”And that is where many doctors find themselves at. With a plane ticket in one hand and a good dose of reality in the other, they stand at a new crossroad—where paths lead to faraway places and foreign countries, where the only things they can bring are what they can fit in their hearts, and possibly some pictures in their wallet.I may soon find myself standing at that crossroad—falling in line and holding that crisp boarding pass in my hand. But I don’t dread the day some white dude would walk up to me and say, “So, what does that make you HERE?”.It makes me a father. At the end of the day, in the confines of my rented space in a foreign land, my son is more important to me than a piece of paper hanging on a wall.

---------------------Michael Hussin B. Muin, M.D. is the Founder and Editor-in-Chief of Pinoy.MD - The Website for Filipino Doctors. He is a professor of Clinical Anatomy and Medical Informatics in Pangasinan.

Morning Has Broken

5 minutes ago, I tediously assessed what clerkship has done to my face so far. I saw STRESSED-OUT written all over it. I badly need some pampering. Perhaps a day at the spa will do me good. I need lots of sleep I know but I've always been tempted to blog and chat away. I look around and see the "organized clutter" I've created since my rotation in Surgery started. Unfinished papers lay scattered 2 feet away. Geez. Lots of more important things to do. I better set my priorities straight...I long for tomorrow, I long for the sunrise...Somehow, it makes me smile still...

Morning Has Broken (Cat Stevens)

Morning has broken, like the first morning

Blackbird has spoken, like the first bird

Praise for the singing, praise for the morning

Praise for them springing fresh from the world

Sweet the rain’s new fall, sunlit from heaven

Like the first dewfall, on the first grass

Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden

Sprung in completeness where his feet pass

Mine is the sunlight, mine is the morning

Born of the one light, eden saw play

Praise with elation, praise every morning

God’s recreation of the new day

You're Beautiful

You're Beautiful
James Blunt

My life is brilliant.
My life is brilliant.
My love is pure.
I saw an angel.
Of that I'm sure.
He smiled at me on the subway.
He was with another girl.
But I won't lose no sleep on that,
'Cause I've got a plan.
You're beautiful.
You're beautiful.
You're beautiful, it's true.
I saw your face in a crowded place,
And I don't know what to do,
'Cause I'll never be with you.
Yeah, he caught my eye,
As we walked on by.
He could see from my face that I was,
Flying high,
F***ing high,
And I don't think that I'll see him again,
But we shared a moment that will last till the end.
You're beautiful.
You're beautiful.
You're beautiful, it's true.
I saw your face in a crowded place,
And I don't know what to do,
'Cause I'll never be with you.
You're beautiful.
You're beautiful.
You're beautiful, it's true.
There must be an angel with a smile on his face,
When he thought up that I should be with you.
But it's time to face the truth,I will never be with you.

I was at the laundry shop hours ago. I was still kinda dazed from last night's duty when I heard it. My song for THE GUY, well, whoever he is. Of all nights, why this night, when I have lots of school-related things in my mind? Am I going to meet THE GUY soon or am I really headed for spinsterhood? Honestly, right now, for some reason, I am happy. Right now, I'm thinking, hey I don't need a man to validate my life.Wherever this rollercoaster ride leads me, I am willing to get slapped by the cold, unyielding air or the friendly rays of the sun. LIFE, I (single or not) am dying to embrace you.

The song...

AS LONG AS IT MATTERS

How can I find something

That two can take

Without stumbling as we

Walk into our future's wake

I'm like a broken record

That you can play

Repeating as if it matters

Everything I want to say

I'll be all right

As long as it matters

As long as you're here with me now

Forget that time

It's nothing we touch and see

All this is fine

Even as it crashes down on me

I'm looking around

There's nothing that I could want

More than to tell you

There's no more than we've already got

I'll be all right

As long as it matters

As long as you're here with me now...

Forget that our time is almost up

I'll be all right..

Uncheesify Me

Another string of cheesy lines I penned amidst the sweltering heat that certainly felt like summer’s. Funny. I wrote this while seated in one of those old plastic benches at Fabella Hospital. I was waiting for mother wanna-be’s to show up and fill the empty slots of my OPD form…

I see the sun
I see you
I feel the wind
I feel you
I make a wish
I wish for you
Friend, when will you start to feel like I do?

Hehehe. Pau and Carol nearly choked to death for this cheesiness. Carol then wrote a poem for me. Another on-the-spot creation which was so much better than mine. Hehe.

If you would only look
Beyond what you can see
Then you would know
What I feel for thee

If you would only smile
Along my way
Then you would know
You have made my day

If you would only hold
My hand in yours
Then you would know
You have opened new doors

If you would only place
Your heart in mine
Then I would know
What is divine

Now I dare you all to uncheesify these. Hehehe. On a sidenote, I’d like to thank my good friend Dean for the MP3 songs. Looking forward to hearing each one of them. Domo arigato gozaimasu.

Orange and Lemons...Medigras!

I don't look it, but I can switch from sappy to alternative with ease. Recently, I've been digging a lot of alternative songs. Good to learn that the local hitlist is predominantly OPM these days. Go Noy-pi! Caught Orange and Lemons on stage weeks ago. Their front act, Itchy Worms, were equally good. Can't wait to get a copy of their album. I think it will be out next month. Days ago, watched bands perform during Medigras (organized by my sisses and brods). Hail TLP! Strange that I'm missing Weezer these days. My friend said he'd give me a copy of their songs. Where's the copy Dean? Hehe. Nah. Med school makes people forget sometimes. You are forgiven.

Buddy Holly (Weezer)

What's with these homies dissin' my girl?
Why do they gotta front?
What did we ever do to these guys
That made them so violent?
Woo-hoo, but you know I'm yours.
Woo-hoo, and I know you're mine.
Woo-hoo, and that's for all of time.
[chorus]
Woo-ee-oo, I look just like Buddy Holly.
Oh-Oh, and you're Mary Tyler Moore.
I don't care what they say about us anyway.
I don't care 'bout that.
Don't you ever fear, I'm always near.
I know that you need help.
Your tongue is twisted, your eyes are slit.
You need a guardian.
Woo-hoo, and you know I'm yours.
Woo-hoo, and I know you're mine.
Woo-hoo, and that's for all of time.
[chorus]
I don't care 'bout that.
Bang! Bang!
Knock on the door, another big bang, get down on the floor.
Oh No! What do we do?
Don't look now but I lost my shoe.
I can't run and I can't kick.
What's a matter babe, are you feelin' sick?
What's a matter, what's a matter, what's a matter you?
What's a matter babe, are you feelin' blue?
Oh-oh-oh!
And that's for all of time. (x2)
[chorus]
I don't care 'bout that. (x3)

Still Alive

To those of you who have been wondering what this girl's been up to these past few months...well, I've been real busy. So busy that my e-box registered 1000+ unread messages! Insane. Wrote a couple of cheesy poems (yet to be un-cheesified) and ate loads of cheezy fries. I'm starting to realize, as I'm typing away, that I'm starting to get really lost...and sleepy and corny. I need to sleep. I should stop blabbering away.