Life is simple

Lately I began to realize that I can group everyone I meet into two distinct categories: people I like, and people I will never like. I've always thought that there are no absolutes in life, that everything is always a different shade of grey, that nothing is ever simple. But I was wrong.

The night before last I dreamt there was a worm moving inside my left forearm. I saw its shape outlined in a distinct wavy bulge beneath my skin, and I felt it squirming around. In the dream, I was freaked out at first but after a while I was just annoyed that it took so long before I could get to the hospital to have it taken out. Then I woke up.

Coolness

A wish for something moral like a wound
pitying the knife
its inability to be pleased or sad.
Or perhaps an afternoon one day a month
when everyone can say why they're ashamed.
Something to end the talk that passes
for talk. Something the lonesome ear,
the starved eye, can take in
like nourishment from the other world
in which, now and then, we've lived.

Incomparable

I'm trying out the amazing phenomenon of free, high-speed, wireless internet, and so far I'm liking it. I've been back in Davao for around a week now. There really is no place like home. It's hard to describe the feeling of being in your own house with your family around, and being able to bask in the familiar comfort of your own room, after being stuck alone on a different island for several months.

I have a lot planned for my stay, including an overview of some of the books we need for next semester. I'm excited about most aspects of the transition, but I think I'll never get used to the white uniforms. They're just not me.

Sometimes, I feel like I'm two persons stuck in a single body. Usually, it's the Mr. Hyde personality that comes out. Right now, though, I'm starting to strike a balance between the two, instead of trying to eradicate the Mr. Hyde part of me again and again, with disastrous results.