Today, I realized…

…that I still want to become a doctor!!!

I watched Kyuhyun’s segment in “Strong Heart” about “second life” this morning and listened to him talk about the famous car accident they had 3 years ago. Among the 6 people who got hurt, Kyuhyun’s injury was the worst. He had 6 broken ribs which pierced through his lungs, every breath making him one step closer to death. When the doctors saw him, all of them said one thing: “This kid is going to die.”

“If we are going to operate, we have to start from the throat,” the doctors continued. However, Kyuhyun’s father opposed the doctors’ decision, saying, “My son is a singer. If you cut him from the throat, doesn’t it equate to robbing him of his dreams? Even if he survives, how can he continue to live?” The doctors and the father  then ended up in a heated argument.

At that moment, a Chinese doctor, who was advanced in age, stepped into the scene. “I can still remember his name,” Kyuhyun said. The name was Wang Yang Pil. The doctor said he knew of another method to operate, and he would use it on Kyuhyun, so the latter would still be able to sing.

Five months later, Kyuhyun was singing again on stage with the other members, just like nothing happened.

That doctor was definitely a lifesaver, and should I say, a “dream-saver!” Plus,  he reminds me of Dr. House!

Like them, I want to be a doctor. I want to save lives. And I want to protect others’ dreams.

*bow*

Dinner

Mommy, Kuya and I are having dinner in a humble restaurant with red and white checkered tablecloths and chairs. On our table is a large rectangular pan full of mango float. It’s so abundant, it’s starting to overflow and spill on the table and on to the chairs. Pilar Pilapil is with the three of us. I’m actually sitting beside her on one side of the table, just opposite Mommy and Kuya. Pilar looks dismayed because her daughter who’s graduating tomorrow wants her to wear an orange RTW dress during the graduation ceremony, and not a tailor-made outfit like the ones she always wears. She’s already on the verge of crying, while the three of us are trying our best to comfort her.

And then, without opening my eyes, I realize that I’m awake. And the whole dinner scene was just a dream. I suddenly remember that I took a nap a while ago, and that I’m here in my uncle’s house, while Mommy and Kuya are probably having not dinner, but breakfast, in another time zone, miles and miles away.

I’m not opening my eyes yet, still wishing that this reality instead is the dream. For a moment, I feel like my head is trembling, and for the first time since long ago, four hot tears flow out of my right eye and on to my pillow, slowly, and one by one.

The Orange Pill

It’s the second time a Super Junior member appeared in my dream. First, there was Heechul. Last night, there was Kangin!

It was a weird dream (as 99.9% of dreams are). My dream began with a little boy running toward a police officer to report a man who had implanted an orange pill into the eye of a fried fish (which looked like tilapia). The orange pill contained a considerable amount of addictive substance, and the man the little boy was referring to was no other than Kangin! It was revealed that Kangin’s plan was to hide the pill temporarily until he gets back to it to consume it. Unfortunately for him, the cops were already on their way to arrest him and charge him with “use of illegal drugs.” As for me, I was just a curious bystander watching the whole scene like a movie.

It’s funny how Kangin had faithfully held on to his “bad boy” image even in my dream! But funnier thing was that I never saw his face! I only saw his back but I was sure it was Kangin! He was wearing a striped shirt.

Just a while ago, I received a text message from Kimmy. She said she dreamed of a Super Junior member too! Eeteuk! However, compared to my dream, hers was sad and gloomy. In her dream, Eeteuk was crying while saying goodbye. He hugged her tightly and that made her cry too. Then he told her something which she didn’t understand. But one thing was clear: He was saying goodbye to her and to his fellow SuJu members.

Oh no. Do these dreams imply that something bad might happen to SuJu? Well, I guess I should just stop over-analyzing. It’s been a good year for them. The first 11 months of the year, to be specific. Things have not been going so well with them lately because of some disputes with their company. But still, it’s been a great successful year. Hope the coming year goes well with them as well.

Mr. Heechul

Good morning, everyone. I just met Heechul in a dream.

I am a nurse in Ovada Medical Center. In one of the bulletin boards in the hospital is a long list of names of employees who will fly to Manila. It is updated every week. Since I am really from Manila and I do fly back there every week, my name is always on the list. It’s actually always on top of that list.

I’m in a nurse station with my fellow nurses. Heechul passes by. He’s wearing a white coat although he’s not a doctor. His hair is long and wavy, and orange-ish (just like how he looked in the Golden Disk Awards). He looks at my direction and points his finger at me. Then he says in a straightforward yet friendly tone, “You! Your name is always on that list!” (I’m not sure anymore how he said it, but it was definitely not in English.)

I walk out of my station to approach him. Then I reach out for his hand, hold his arm, and say, “Mr. Heechul, it’s really hard to administer.” (Wha?? Maybe I was referring to some meds that I should be administering to a patient.) He gets amused by my English somehow that he asks me to repeat it over and over. So I say again, “Mr. Heechul, it’s really hard to administer… Mr. Heechul, it’s really hard to administer…Mr. Heechul, it’s really hard to administer… Mr. Heechul, it’s really har…”

Somebody was knocking on our door. I checked the time on my phone and realized it was almost 7am! I got up and hurried to the door. It was Kpop Lover.

Gosh, what a beautiful dream! It was definitely Heechul, with the long orange hair and straightforward attitude and broken English and all! (*dreamy eyes*)

It’s now my 2nd most beautiful dream. My dream about the live-action Sasuke is still the best.

(sighs)

Anyway, thanks to Kpop Lover. If it weren’t for her, I would be late for my 8am class.

Tranylcypromine

Today I had a dream about tranylcypromine.

I am in my old dormitory room way back in college. One of my roommates, Hot Shot Orthopedic Surgeon, is there, talking with me. Moments later, my other roommate, Angelic Princess, arrives with her dad carrying her things. Her dad approaches me and asks if I know the drug classification of tranylcypromine. In my matter-of-factly tone, I answer, “Yes, it’s an antibiotic.”

Well, my answer was definitely wrong. It’s not an antibiotic. Tranylcypromine is a MAO inhibitor. It is used as an antidepressant in the treatment of clinical depression, and mood and anxiety disorders.

Why did I dream of it? Could it be that I would be prescribed with this drug in the future? Or maybe I would be the one who would prescribe it in the future (because I’d already be a great doctor by then) to some Kpop fanatic gone nuts. Well, whatever. Maybe this dream is just one of those meaningless craps my mind generates when it’s bored? Do minds get bored? Anyway, it was a nice dream. Now, I won’t ever forget that tranylcypromine is a MAOi.