America has everything…but LOVE.

 i have yet ever seen so much 2% beauty and 98% ugliness in relationships till i set foot on the American soil. we all are not ignorant; we read books, magazines, self-help books, watch t.v., movies, and listen to music about this thing called Love. we, as humans, are known for being fallible and flawed and we believe too much in the concept of love, but we still are our own clowns and circus. 

i grew up outside America, in a small country where marriage has been looked at as a covenant rather than a routine. and this has been more than just plain tradition, but rather a way of life for more than old centuries. although modern age comes to us each day, and a new change seems to get introduced every waking moment, the endless debate of love has been on going like war for ages. but nothing has ever prepared me for this when i saw the American culture in relationships.

it seems that this beautiful gift which is bestowed upon us is just being taken way too far for granted everyday and it’s becoming more of a game. using people to get sex and have what we want, the selfish pleasures, all the insecurities we feel, the boredom, the loneliness, the inferiorities, using people to create unnecessary drama in our already good relationships, using people for just the thrill and manipulation, the feeling of power…you name it. but for what? it’s all for nothing. we try to build something out of attraction then we mistaken it for love when it’s really just using someone for our own benefits.

when i first realized this, i just shook my head and said, “wow… and so it is true. this is what freedom really is.”

i don’t intend to offend anyone or the American culture, simply because this is just based on plain observations and experience. but i just had to ask you this: Why is your view of loving so polluted? why can’t you be content with just one person and just offer all you’ve got to him/her, instead of looking for flair and pleasure all the time?

why do we create this? why do we look for happiness, when happiness is actually through looking into the eyes of that person you love? why do we cheat? from where i came from, i didn’t even know what cheating really was. it’s even viewed as a taboo there. people would look at you like you got the plague when passing by the street.

and i’m not going to lie, because the American culture had actually rubbed off on me too. and now i hate it. i hate what i’ve become. we all talk about freedom, but does it justify what or how we should act with love? it’s funny that i had a conversation about this with my roommate last night. she asked me, “Where do you think is the best place to look for love?” and without hesitation, i simply said, “Anywhere outside America.” and she stated that i was right and how come she never thought about it before. 

every relationship that i’ve seen here always had that slim chance of survival. like it has some kind of a lifespan, most commonly, by months. of course, i’m not saying everyone’s like this, and that some couples have been together for years. and yes, a lot are married too. but why do we get so much splits? because that boy frank next door just looked hotter than you man? or that blonde “bombshell” that walks by looks so much more attractive than your own wife who gave you kids, or you girlfriend whom you chased for some months now? is it because of physical attraction? is it because you believe your current partner’s not really “the one” for you but you still went for him/her anyway? which one is it really?

i figured it’s sometimes true when they say that human nature has this: we always want what we cannot have. or…maybe, once we already have it, we suddenly want more. ok, so if this nature is embedded in us, then probably there’s nothing more we could do or preach about. Love in this country seems so complicated and so complex. that’s probably why there’s a lot of love quotes everywhere, so to serve as a little reminder of how jacked up this place is.

mistrust is the motto here. but i can’t and i won’t blame you. because i would do the same thing too, unless i’m proven wrong. on the other hand, i would definitely compliment America on a lot of grounds, particularly the economic level, social status, equal opportunity, etc. but you do a lot of taking care of other things, before looking at the one right next to you.

love is such a beautiful thing. don’t throw it away. because one day you’ll get tired of starting all over again in each “new relationship” you get into. treasure what you have already and make the most of this love.

Staring intensely, I feel the ground shift…

An invisible yet seemingly solid hand has yet to undress me…

Here I am, being governed…

Am I naked under you eye yet?

I came across this idea today… I’ve been creating a string of storylines since I was like 12 and I guess due to a hectic, busy military schedule and procrastination, I’m still here right  now, joggling thoughts in my head—all still pending to get published.

It’s just more of a wonder to me I guess… What it would be like to witness what we call Angel War/s, where the theme represents the “winged sinners” that we are now. It’s more of a analogy—probably a metaphor for mainly hypocrisy or what we just see everyday. The whole idea covers different crises, both personal and political, and just the pros and cons of human nature.  I could go on forever, but I don’t think I want to spill the beans out for now. 

 But anyway… like I said, it’s STILL PENDING…

Found a new hobby!!!

I started on a friend’s long board last Dec 9 and got quickly addicted to it! I can’t believe I never tried it before despite my love for skating and X-Games. But well, like I always believed in, I never regret, because it won’t help you move forward to try new and different things. So I might be 20 now, but well, it’ never too late for skateboarding!

The only thing that I’m really looking out for lately is my mouth—or probably my whole face—cause I don’t want to knock all my teeth out again! I’m actually practicing stretching my arms out before I hit the ground and try covering my mouth as quickly as possible. It became sort of an inside joke with my friends too.

So at the moment I’m officially a beginner…I got my board from my friend, Tinker last week. I’ve been practicing every other day right after work—sometimes with Kasey, or my roommate, Millie and Carlson, my friend with the long board that I first road on.

There’s passion running through every fiber of my skin as I’m typing this tonight!

I’m alright now. Sitting at the front desk, answering phone calls, attending and assisting patients, typing consults…goofing around with my doctors and co-workers. Yep, I’m all ok again.

Recently, I busted my lip open and lost a couple teeth. Well, one incisor’s congenitally missing, and I chipped a tooth and lost another one after my famous nose-dive against the rough concrete last November 19.  I remember my roommate, Millie, laughing out loud the moment she saw me fall. And no, I mean it was a big guffaw.  I actually wondered if it was my blood gushing everywhere that got her excited. It was really silly, actually. And we weren’t even drunk.

It was a Sunday night around 10:30 when we were all house-sitting for our friend, Burfeind, while he was gone on a trip with his wife. It was just a typical night in Okinawa, Japan… A small simple suburb, with a quiet neighborhood and very low crime rate.  And probably the only noise you can hear is the hustles and bustles of the vehicles, particularly the mopeds, that most Okinawans enjoy doing “wheelies” on. Beats me…I dunno why either.

So anyway, back to the house. We just finished eating dinner—courtesy of Mr. Tinker, who prides himself of having the best cooking abilities ever known to man (Love ya, buddy!).  According to him, it’s his “talent”.

After dinner, me, Millie, Tinker, Vawter and Boggs just decided to go for a walk, since Boggs had to go get something from Lawson’s, a convenient store nearby and Tinker had to walk Burfeind’s dog. We were just laughing and goofing around, pretending not to care about the world and just having fun. Now here’s the good part: Tink decided to go another route while the rest of us jumped over the wall into the parking lot to go to Lawson’s.

For some reason, I felt like I wanted to have a piggyback ride. Well, before anything else, let me just say this first: piggyback rides have always been one of my favorites, and I got my dad to tell you that for further info. So I hopped on the back of what turned out to be the biggest mistake of the night—my friend, Mr. Boggs (Still love ya, buddy! heheh!)—and everything went fine for the first 10 seconds. Now Vawter, probably down for some more action, picked up my roommate and started yelling, “Race ‘ya!”, so both guys started running.

Suddenly… as if everything was in slow motion, my whole body started tilting forward, my knees losing grip and started hanging off his shoulders, and Mr. Gravity preparing to be my tempur-pedic bed at the moment. Then in a blur, I remember the dry, rough, dirty concrete right in my face, getting closer and closer…

Everything stopped.

I opened my eyes and I felt something warm and liquid, oozing down my chin and right below my nose. Before I could even touch it, I already knew what it was. Then a sharp pain surged through my mouth in a couple of seconds.

But to cut the story short, my friends took me to the ER about 11:30-ish and I got my upper lip stitched. It was first a series of assessments, then a Corpsman clipped a c-collar around my neck, then I remember my friend Brown pushed my wheelchair to get a CAT scan for any contusions or injuries.

Then of course, my boyfriend, Kasey came…thanks to my friend, Dr. Yoshida (Senkei-san). The way he opened the door and came rushing towards me was a bit moving. It looked like one of those soaps where the guy gets so flustered and worried and a bit angry with the “who-did-this-to-you?” look at a dying girlfriend. But yeah, back to that, I remember him muttering, “Oh my god, Camille, you’ll be the death of me, you know that?” His eyes were a little red…

So anyway…I never thought I had a lot of friends till the accident. People came, knocked on my door like every 5 minutes and stayed with me for hours. In fact, some people that I don’t even hang around with stopped by. Made me feel a little bad about how I used to think that people just “don’t care”. Now that totally changed. I guess I got more confident now towards people…you know, like trying to believe the best in everybody rather than distrusting them even before you get to know them.

So yeah, that’s my little incident to remember this year. I wanted to write about it at least before the year ends. I learned quite a few lessons—again.

My bare feet arrived at a familiar place…

A place where a river would call it roof,

And where I’d call it a metaphor…

It’s the old wooden bridge,

Where I used to play and make my paper boats…

Letting them go swiftly across the river.

Funny, but this “river” is where my thoughts flow,

As if I’m painting on canvas…

And yet, time has let me forget what I used to do,

What I used to speak,

What I used to write…

So now, here I am, I’m back again…

Looking down below this old creaky wooden bridge…

I take out my pen and paper,

And fill the liquid pages with a little bit of me.

Call it late. Call it the lamest excuse for being LAZY. And I got the audacity to call myself the “Adven-drenaline” junkie. But oh well… ’nuff said. Better move on.