*I knew it was going to be hard. I just didn't expect that it'll be THIS hard.
I can do this.
5.10.09
9.9.09
Funny!!
Top 10 Messages Left on Korina Sanchez’ Answering Machine
No. 10: Hello ‘nak, si Nanay Cristy Fermin mo ‘to. Isaisip mo sa tuwina, ang Poong Maykapal ay hindi nagbibigay ng pagsubok na hindi kakayanin ng Kanyang nilalang. Malalampasan mo ‘yan ‘nak. Teka lang, ‘nak, ‘yong pangako mong sobre, ‘di ko pa natatanggap.
No. 9: Hi Korina, sa ABS-CBN newsroom ‘to. We’re all here! Guys, altogether now. One… two… three! Ang saya-saya!
No. 8: Hello Korina, Cynthia Villar here. I don’t expect you to believe me but… ramdam kita. Andun ka na eh! Todo-effort ka na eh! Nag-leave ka pa nga ‘di ba? ‘Tapos, biglang uurong?! Ang sakiiiiiiit! Ang sakit-sakit! Tisyu! Penge akong tisyu!
No. 7: Hi Ma’am, si Abby po ito, secretary ni Dr. Palayan. Gusto pong malaman ni Dockung gagamitin n’yo pa ang luma n’yong pisngi. Naiwan n’yo raw kasi sa clinic last week.
No. 6: Korina, this is Mel. Yup, Mel Tiangco. Wala lang.
No. 5: Hi Korina, si Sharon ‘to. What you said about Kiko was hurtful. You were never his partner. You are not his wife! Kaya ‘di mo siya nirerespeto. Madrasta ka lang! Madrasta!
No. 4: Hi friendsheeeeeep, this is Kris. Alam mo, I heard your interview sa radio last week and in fairness to you huh, may potential ka sa drama. Promise! Sabi ko nga kay Ms Charo, i-guest ka sa MMK eh. O sige, need to go. Nangungulet na si Josh eh. Humihingi ba naman ng one gallon of ice cream. Gosh, he’s consumed two gallons already ‘noh. Ahah-ahah-ahah! Bye sis! And give my regards to Vice President Mar.
No. 3: Korina, it’s Conrad De Quiros of Inquirer. I just realized, I might have erred in saying that Mar was power hungry. He’s not. But you are!
No. 2: Hon, alam kong nandiyan ka. Alam kong nakikinig ka. Sagutin mo naman ang tawag ko oh. Bakit ba ayaw mo ‘kong kausapin? Ilang beses na ‘kong nag-sorry sa naging decision ko ‘di ba? ‘Tsaka sabi mo sa press, okay lang sa ‘yo ang nangyari. Hon, hello? Hon? Tang-ina hon, ‘pag ako napikon si Noynoy ang papakasalan ko.
And the No. 1 message left on Korina Sanchez’ answering machine…
Hello Korina! Apologies for what happened last week at Club Filipino. Nagmamadali kasi ako kaya nabundol kita. Siyanga pala, si Karma ‘to.
Light Bites: First Ladies
Imelda Marcos: Imeldific
Cynthia Villar : Cynthetic
Korina Sanchez: Cosmetic
____________
Kung gaano kataas ang lipad, ganoon din ang lagapak ‘pag bagsak.
~Kasabihang Pilipino
From the Inquirer’s Gossip Section: September 6, 2009
Hated News Diva
Former staffers of News Diva are reportedly rejoicing that her dream of social prominence has hit the skids.
A source says disgruntled former co-workers earlier prepared a white paper, with video support, detailing ND’s crimes and misdemeanors and portraying ND as the rudest, most hated personality in mass media.
Alas, since ND’s ambition was nipped in the bud, the hate video remains hidden until further notice.
Got it here.
5.8.09
19.7.09
AMEN.
"Med school provides perhaps the best substantiation for Charles Darwin's theory of natural selection. For here we see in its cruelest form the survival of the fittest. Not the smartest, as one should expect. But the fittest to cope with the inhuman pressures, the demands made not only on the brain but on the psyche..."
-Erich Segal, DOCTORS
-Erich Segal, DOCTORS
18.7.09
MD-to-be.
A blockmate sent this to our group..
A very well written piece, if I may say. To whoever wrote this, kudos for you.. for you truly captured our way of life. :)
I am an MD-to-be.
I live an unhealthy and sedentary lifestyle composed merely of sleeping for four hours a night (that is if you get lucky). Sitting for long hours in the classroom. My exercise regimen is changing classrooms, standing for an hour or two during bedside discussions, and carrying thick-paged and hard-bound medical books.
I am on the verge of caffeine addiction. All my energy has been drained from me. And the worst part is, I'm not just physically drained, I'm mentally and emotionally drained and socially stunted. Is this the price I have to pay to be a doctor, to have that right to attach to my name those two most important letters in the alphabet, MD?
Being a med student is like being handed a free roundtrip ticket to hell. For me, at least, it feels like it.
I'm not delusional. I'm not discouraging anybody to be a doctor. But, one must know and understand the realities—The truth that lies behind the typical life of a medical student.
Before I entered medical school, I already had this preconceived notion that it would be really difficult.
That was an understatement.
First year was devoted to studying the "normal". The greatest bulk of my time was spent smelling formalin in the Anatomy laboratory with the cadavers. Since my pre-med was not Physical Therapy, I really had a hard time memorizing the origin, insertion, and actions of muscles which the doctors lovingly tie during practical examinations. Hello! Of course I know the commencement, termination, and tributaries of pudendal vein, but where the heck is it? I could not find it. I bet, even if they give me the whole hour to look for that vein, I'll never find it.
Biochemistry? You need a trillion neurons to accommodate the litany of information you have to store. You'll need more than 36 ATP from glycolysis and Kreb's cycle to pass that subject. And more importantly, gluconeogenesis should also take place in your brain, not limited in your liver, because you'll really need a large amount of glucose to feed your ischemic brain.
If you can live in Neuroanatomy, Histology, Anatomy, and Biochemistry memorizing without understanding, Physiology is a different story. Physiology is understanding without the need of memorizing, which unfortunately, was even harder for me.
Moving on from first year to second year was like transferring from the Sahara Desert to Siberia. Everything we studied was abnormal. We spent hours in Pathology looking under the microscope, helplessly racking every corner of our brains for the diagnosis of a small scraped tissue. How could you tell that the patient is having a heart failure, that she has cancer and that she only has five years to live just by examining a teeny-weeny bit of stained tissue, resembling more an abstract-surrealist painting which I can never appreciate?
The essence of being a doctor nowadays is to be able to give the patient a prescription (Right or wrong, most of the time it does not matter anymore. Patients get instantly healed when they get their prescriptions) . And in our Pharmacology examinations, I usually don't get the right drug for prescription writing. Well, except for Paracetamol, but what the heck, I always computed for the wrong dosage.
Internal Medicine tackled history and physical diagnosis. Here, you'll get a first-hand experience of interviewing a real patient. It's one small step closer to being a doctor. I remembered how nervous I was approaching my first patient. I didn't know what to ask. My line of inquiry lacked coherence. I fumbled with the physical examination, wondering why I could not hear any heart sounds nor breath sounds, only to find out I wore my stethoscope the wrong way.
I've just finished third year and I'm barely alive. Third year was a totally different story. I had completely lost the idealism I had when I entered med school. I am beginning to ask myself why I'm spending the prime years of my life almost a breath away from cadavers, half alive-half dead myself. At 23, I should be earning already, And not be an immense burden to my parents. I have a high-maintenance lifestyle.
My parents would spend close to a P100,000 a semester only for my tuition.
I still had to ask my mom money for my books and daily allowance. And I know that this setup will continue another four years or so. As my high school friends are starting to save their earnings and beginning to build families of their own, I'm hardly out of med school, probably still stuck reading Harrison's Internal Medicine, cramming for a case presentation and helplessly being grilled by a consultant during bedside discussion.
Being a med student is nothing but sacrifice…. First and foremost, you have to give up sleep… Sleep is the most precious gift any med student could ever receive. It seems that sleep does not exist in the vocabulary of our teachers. Sleep is taboo to medicine except when doctors advise it to their patients.
It's totally ironic. Doctors know that human beings (medical students included), in order to function maximally the following day should at least get eight hours of sleep. Then why do they expect us to read everything, to pass all their difficult exams, actively participate in case discussions and to answer all their questions when you only get an average of four hours or less sleep per day? We're not different from human beings who need to eat three times a day, who breathe the same air, and who need to rest.
It's not as if God had given us an extraordinary pineal gland and reticular system so that have an extraordinary circadian rhythm and a long, long state of arousal. I just hope our doctors would understand that if a med student failed to read something, it's not because he was lazy. He was probably tired and had gone to a dreamless slumber because he spent the previous night like a psycho studying for three exams.
I have sacrificed time for my family, for my friends, and for myself. My whole life right now is devoted to Harrison, to Schwartz, to Nelson, to Adams, to Smith, to Green, to Kaplan, all authors of my medical books. I mean if these are the surnames of all the guys I go out with, seven times a week, geez! I would die a happy and fulfilled woman! Instead of accompanying my mom to the supermarket, I have to stay home because I have to study. My dad had already complained to me that I do not have time for him.
My friends had stopped calling me because whenever they talked to me I either spoke in monosyllabic words, or they could not understand me because I spoke as if I drank tons of tequila. I talked like a drunk. Well, in fact, I was just in the middle of a dreamless sleep.
See? How can you choose this kind of lifestyle? It' s not even a lucrative job anymore. You have to get rid of all the more experienced and old doctors to get even a handful of patients. So, if you want to be a millionaire, don't slave in the hospital because even if God had made one day 72 hours, instead of 24,
or gave us 14 days instead of 7 in one week, you're still way off your one million mark before the age of 30. Of course, I have witnessed a lot of people giving up med school…. But never have I heard, not even an anecdote, of a rich businessman giving up his entire career, just to study medicine.
Being a doctor is not something you have to decide overnight. It's not a result of your whim or a fulfillment of your parents' dream. Because if these would be your reasons, you're entering the wrong profession. Choosing to be a doctor means being committed to a lifelong journey of endless sacrifice.
You have to be sure that this is the life you want to live—that you love to live—not something you'd tire of halfway. The ironic thing is I never wanted to be a doctor in the first place. I wanted to be a writer, a novelist, or even a journalist. I was just dragged by my mother to take up medicine but fortunately after seven years of schooling, I learned to love it. Of course I still have doubts that maybe I'm really not cut out to be a doctor, leading me to think if it's really worth it. At this point, I don't know anymore. What inspires me to continue is that in the future, I know I'm going to save a man's life. And through it, I can honestly say to myself that I have made a difference in someone else's life. And I reckon, maybe that's what being a doctor is all about.
It's not working in some fancy hospital, earning big bucks from your patients, changing your cars quarterly from BMW to an Alfa Romeo to a Jaguar, nor travelling around the world magnanimously sponsored by some big drug companies. Neither is it the various letters attached at the end of your name. Being a true doctor is not treating the patient as some hypothetical case from a medical textbook. It is treating the patient as a human being, Who possesses a heart that does not only pump blood but a heart that could feel, who doesn't have a brain that is visualized only as black and white in an MRI or CT scan but has a mind that could reason, who is not merely composed of cells, of tissues, of organs, and of different systems but a human being who has a soul. Being a doctor is being able to look at every patient's eyes and seeing in their depths the hope that somehow you can make one father go home and enjoy dinner with his family, or you can make a grandmother attend her only grandchild's piano recital, or you can send a mother to be with her daughter as she enters into the complicated life of adolescence or you can transform an infant's cry to a frolicking laughter. Being a doctor means being a part of an unimaginable greatness that you can only understand if you surrender yourself to years of rigorous training and incessant pursuit of medical knowledge.
During all my interviews in different med schools, they asked me why I wanted to be a doctor. I always answered that I wanted to help and save humanity. I'm sure all my interviewers have heard that same line from countless fellow applicants. But I don't care because it's the truth. I don't know how I can do it but I know eventually I will, in my own small way. Medicine is neither for the weak-minded nor the weak-hearted. My endurance has been tested. My strength has been staunchly fortified. Medicine has changed me completely. I have sacrificed a great deal and most of the times, I may feel I'm not compensated. Most of the time, I would want to give up but I know deep in the core of my heart, I won't. For after careful reflection, I realized that being a doctor actually gives me a different kind of happiness, a different kind of self-fulfillment, which I can never find in any profession. Well, I just hope my fellow aspiring doctors are fortunate enough to share the same sentiments.
A very well written piece, if I may say. To whoever wrote this, kudos for you.. for you truly captured our way of life. :)
I am an MD-to-be.
I live an unhealthy and sedentary lifestyle composed merely of sleeping for four hours a night (that is if you get lucky). Sitting for long hours in the classroom. My exercise regimen is changing classrooms, standing for an hour or two during bedside discussions, and carrying thick-paged and hard-bound medical books.
I am on the verge of caffeine addiction. All my energy has been drained from me. And the worst part is, I'm not just physically drained, I'm mentally and emotionally drained and socially stunted. Is this the price I have to pay to be a doctor, to have that right to attach to my name those two most important letters in the alphabet, MD?
Being a med student is like being handed a free roundtrip ticket to hell. For me, at least, it feels like it.
I'm not delusional. I'm not discouraging anybody to be a doctor. But, one must know and understand the realities—The truth that lies behind the typical life of a medical student.
Before I entered medical school, I already had this preconceived notion that it would be really difficult.
That was an understatement.
First year was devoted to studying the "normal". The greatest bulk of my time was spent smelling formalin in the Anatomy laboratory with the cadavers. Since my pre-med was not Physical Therapy, I really had a hard time memorizing the origin, insertion, and actions of muscles which the doctors lovingly tie during practical examinations. Hello! Of course I know the commencement, termination, and tributaries of pudendal vein, but where the heck is it? I could not find it. I bet, even if they give me the whole hour to look for that vein, I'll never find it.
Biochemistry? You need a trillion neurons to accommodate the litany of information you have to store. You'll need more than 36 ATP from glycolysis and Kreb's cycle to pass that subject. And more importantly, gluconeogenesis should also take place in your brain, not limited in your liver, because you'll really need a large amount of glucose to feed your ischemic brain.
If you can live in Neuroanatomy, Histology, Anatomy, and Biochemistry memorizing without understanding, Physiology is a different story. Physiology is understanding without the need of memorizing, which unfortunately, was even harder for me.
Moving on from first year to second year was like transferring from the Sahara Desert to Siberia. Everything we studied was abnormal. We spent hours in Pathology looking under the microscope, helplessly racking every corner of our brains for the diagnosis of a small scraped tissue. How could you tell that the patient is having a heart failure, that she has cancer and that she only has five years to live just by examining a teeny-weeny bit of stained tissue, resembling more an abstract-surrealist painting which I can never appreciate?
The essence of being a doctor nowadays is to be able to give the patient a prescription (Right or wrong, most of the time it does not matter anymore. Patients get instantly healed when they get their prescriptions) . And in our Pharmacology examinations, I usually don't get the right drug for prescription writing. Well, except for Paracetamol, but what the heck, I always computed for the wrong dosage.
Internal Medicine tackled history and physical diagnosis. Here, you'll get a first-hand experience of interviewing a real patient. It's one small step closer to being a doctor. I remembered how nervous I was approaching my first patient. I didn't know what to ask. My line of inquiry lacked coherence. I fumbled with the physical examination, wondering why I could not hear any heart sounds nor breath sounds, only to find out I wore my stethoscope the wrong way.
I've just finished third year and I'm barely alive. Third year was a totally different story. I had completely lost the idealism I had when I entered med school. I am beginning to ask myself why I'm spending the prime years of my life almost a breath away from cadavers, half alive-half dead myself. At 23, I should be earning already, And not be an immense burden to my parents. I have a high-maintenance lifestyle.
My parents would spend close to a P100,000 a semester only for my tuition.
I still had to ask my mom money for my books and daily allowance. And I know that this setup will continue another four years or so. As my high school friends are starting to save their earnings and beginning to build families of their own, I'm hardly out of med school, probably still stuck reading Harrison's Internal Medicine, cramming for a case presentation and helplessly being grilled by a consultant during bedside discussion.
Being a med student is nothing but sacrifice…. First and foremost, you have to give up sleep… Sleep is the most precious gift any med student could ever receive. It seems that sleep does not exist in the vocabulary of our teachers. Sleep is taboo to medicine except when doctors advise it to their patients.
It's totally ironic. Doctors know that human beings (medical students included), in order to function maximally the following day should at least get eight hours of sleep. Then why do they expect us to read everything, to pass all their difficult exams, actively participate in case discussions and to answer all their questions when you only get an average of four hours or less sleep per day? We're not different from human beings who need to eat three times a day, who breathe the same air, and who need to rest.
It's not as if God had given us an extraordinary pineal gland and reticular system so that have an extraordinary circadian rhythm and a long, long state of arousal. I just hope our doctors would understand that if a med student failed to read something, it's not because he was lazy. He was probably tired and had gone to a dreamless slumber because he spent the previous night like a psycho studying for three exams.
I have sacrificed time for my family, for my friends, and for myself. My whole life right now is devoted to Harrison, to Schwartz, to Nelson, to Adams, to Smith, to Green, to Kaplan, all authors of my medical books. I mean if these are the surnames of all the guys I go out with, seven times a week, geez! I would die a happy and fulfilled woman! Instead of accompanying my mom to the supermarket, I have to stay home because I have to study. My dad had already complained to me that I do not have time for him.
My friends had stopped calling me because whenever they talked to me I either spoke in monosyllabic words, or they could not understand me because I spoke as if I drank tons of tequila. I talked like a drunk. Well, in fact, I was just in the middle of a dreamless sleep.
See? How can you choose this kind of lifestyle? It' s not even a lucrative job anymore. You have to get rid of all the more experienced and old doctors to get even a handful of patients. So, if you want to be a millionaire, don't slave in the hospital because even if God had made one day 72 hours, instead of 24,
or gave us 14 days instead of 7 in one week, you're still way off your one million mark before the age of 30. Of course, I have witnessed a lot of people giving up med school…. But never have I heard, not even an anecdote, of a rich businessman giving up his entire career, just to study medicine.
Being a doctor is not something you have to decide overnight. It's not a result of your whim or a fulfillment of your parents' dream. Because if these would be your reasons, you're entering the wrong profession. Choosing to be a doctor means being committed to a lifelong journey of endless sacrifice.
You have to be sure that this is the life you want to live—that you love to live—not something you'd tire of halfway. The ironic thing is I never wanted to be a doctor in the first place. I wanted to be a writer, a novelist, or even a journalist. I was just dragged by my mother to take up medicine but fortunately after seven years of schooling, I learned to love it. Of course I still have doubts that maybe I'm really not cut out to be a doctor, leading me to think if it's really worth it. At this point, I don't know anymore. What inspires me to continue is that in the future, I know I'm going to save a man's life. And through it, I can honestly say to myself that I have made a difference in someone else's life. And I reckon, maybe that's what being a doctor is all about.
It's not working in some fancy hospital, earning big bucks from your patients, changing your cars quarterly from BMW to an Alfa Romeo to a Jaguar, nor travelling around the world magnanimously sponsored by some big drug companies. Neither is it the various letters attached at the end of your name. Being a true doctor is not treating the patient as some hypothetical case from a medical textbook. It is treating the patient as a human being, Who possesses a heart that does not only pump blood but a heart that could feel, who doesn't have a brain that is visualized only as black and white in an MRI or CT scan but has a mind that could reason, who is not merely composed of cells, of tissues, of organs, and of different systems but a human being who has a soul. Being a doctor is being able to look at every patient's eyes and seeing in their depths the hope that somehow you can make one father go home and enjoy dinner with his family, or you can make a grandmother attend her only grandchild's piano recital, or you can send a mother to be with her daughter as she enters into the complicated life of adolescence or you can transform an infant's cry to a frolicking laughter. Being a doctor means being a part of an unimaginable greatness that you can only understand if you surrender yourself to years of rigorous training and incessant pursuit of medical knowledge.
During all my interviews in different med schools, they asked me why I wanted to be a doctor. I always answered that I wanted to help and save humanity. I'm sure all my interviewers have heard that same line from countless fellow applicants. But I don't care because it's the truth. I don't know how I can do it but I know eventually I will, in my own small way. Medicine is neither for the weak-minded nor the weak-hearted. My endurance has been tested. My strength has been staunchly fortified. Medicine has changed me completely. I have sacrificed a great deal and most of the times, I may feel I'm not compensated. Most of the time, I would want to give up but I know deep in the core of my heart, I won't. For after careful reflection, I realized that being a doctor actually gives me a different kind of happiness, a different kind of self-fulfillment, which I can never find in any profession. Well, I just hope my fellow aspiring doctors are fortunate enough to share the same sentiments.
10.7.09
It just keeps getting harder.
It's already 5 in the morning and I've been awake since 3AM. I was supposed to be finished by now... but alas! I fell asleep.
This is my third week in Med School. I'm still adjusting to the pace and the heavy workload everyday. Of course, maybe the biggest hurdle for me is the chronic lack of sleep.. for I can't function well if I stay up all night almost every day of the week.
Anyway, I'm still enjoying everything. It feels good when some people already call me "doctora" even though I'm still in first year! Haha.
I'm happy about the decision I made. And I think that's all that matters. Some of the things that I left hanging during the summer will be maybe put on hold until I have the time to deal with them. Because studying takes up all my time.
Anyway, that's it for now.
Pray for me please, I still need all the prayers I can get. :)
This is my third week in Med School. I'm still adjusting to the pace and the heavy workload everyday. Of course, maybe the biggest hurdle for me is the chronic lack of sleep.. for I can't function well if I stay up all night almost every day of the week.
Anyway, I'm still enjoying everything. It feels good when some people already call me "doctora" even though I'm still in first year! Haha.
I'm happy about the decision I made. And I think that's all that matters. Some of the things that I left hanging during the summer will be maybe put on hold until I have the time to deal with them. Because studying takes up all my time.
Anyway, that's it for now.
Pray for me please, I still need all the prayers I can get. :)
29.6.09
On my way.
This is it. I know it's going to be difficult. It is difficult already... but it'll get harder as the years get on.. but I am determined to survive this.. because I fought and I schemed my way through this path. And because this is my dream.
Goodluck to me. :)
Goodluck to me. :)
26.5.09
Hay.
OMG. The heat! The humidity! I can barely stand it!! If only I can turn on the AC 24/7.
Hay. Ewan.
Anyway.. in like three months, I've done a lot of bloopers in my life. I feel soo soo bad about some of it.. especially since most of them are my fault..
Hay. I'm not elaborating..
It's just I feel bad about it all..
Yun Lang.
Hay. Ewan.
Anyway.. in like three months, I've done a lot of bloopers in my life. I feel soo soo bad about some of it.. especially since most of them are my fault..
Hay. I'm not elaborating..
It's just I feel bad about it all..
Yun Lang.
21.5.09
...
Making your mark on the world is hard. If it were easy, everybody would do it. But it's not. It takes patience, it takes commitment, and it comes with plenty of failure along the way. The real test is not whether you avoid this failure, because you won't. it's whether you let it harden or shame you into inaction, or whether you learn from it; whether you choose to persevere.
-- Barack Obama
-- Barack Obama
17.5.09
But then..
I'm definitely going to miss it here..
the almost weekly family gatherings..
the super fast internet..
the disciplined drivers..
the overflowing foods..
itunes (lol)..
family..
Till the next time I set foot in American soil.
the almost weekly family gatherings..
the super fast internet..
the disciplined drivers..
the overflowing foods..
itunes (lol)..
family..
Till the next time I set foot in American soil.
Home is where the ♥ is..
3 Months had gone by soo fast. In a few hours, I'm home-bound. I'm definitely sad about leaving, because I've enjoyed spending time with my family here.. and at the same time, I'm super excited to be with my friends again, and to finally jumpstart a new phase of my life.
People who have known my situation may think that I'm crazy when I chose my path, but, it's a bit complicated, let's just say that there's too many hurdles, and it needs time before I can get a hold of that elusive green card (umm like 6 to 7 years?) so yes, I've decided to pursue my dream while maybe waiting for the golden ticket.
Or maybe.. I'll just decide to live in the Philippines, after all, it is and will always be my home. Even if the government is almost always crappy..
Anyway.. no matter what, I'm excited to begin my new life. I'm happy that I'm not stuck in a limbo anymore. And to hell with you, if you don't agree with me.. after all, it is my life.. :)
People who have known my situation may think that I'm crazy when I chose my path, but, it's a bit complicated, let's just say that there's too many hurdles, and it needs time before I can get a hold of that elusive green card (umm like 6 to 7 years?) so yes, I've decided to pursue my dream while maybe waiting for the golden ticket.
Or maybe.. I'll just decide to live in the Philippines, after all, it is and will always be my home. Even if the government is almost always crappy..
Anyway.. no matter what, I'm excited to begin my new life. I'm happy that I'm not stuck in a limbo anymore. And to hell with you, if you don't agree with me.. after all, it is my life.. :)
14.5.09
:)
It's so amazing how I've managed to talk and be friends with batchmates I haven't talked to when I was in Highschool and College over Facebook and Multiply.
Thank God for the Internet. :))
Thank God for the Internet. :))
5.5.09
Outraged.
Read this here.
My reaction about it. ANO BA NAMAN YAN! Pati libro?? What's next? LECHE. I'm not really surprised that the Philippine Government will stoop this low just to get enough money so that the officials will get MORE richer. WTF. Especially now, that the election is just a year away.. the officials need money to CHEAT. WTF talaga. Nakakainis!
Self-serving bastards.
My reaction about it. ANO BA NAMAN YAN! Pati libro?? What's next? LECHE. I'm not really surprised that the Philippine Government will stoop this low just to get enough money so that the officials will get MORE richer. WTF. Especially now, that the election is just a year away.. the officials need money to CHEAT. WTF talaga. Nakakainis!
Self-serving bastards.
29.4.09
28.4.09
Am I going crazy?
I haven't felt like this for soo long. But I find myself angry and resentful.. over a little thing! It's unthinkable how unreasonable I am for feeling like this! Is it because I've been almost a recluse for the past month?
My test date is nearing. And you know what? I don't think I'm ready. I'm nowhere near in finishing my review book. But I'm trying to be positive. Reading everything I can for the small amount of time that's remaining. It's just that.. I lost motivation in reviewing.. thinking that I may not even use the license that I'm testing for!
Hay. I know.. it's good to keep my options open.. and having that license will give me opportunities.. but I don't know if I even want those opportunities.. Maybe I've set my mind to going to MedSchool this June.
I just don't know. I haven't really figured out things yet.
Hay. Bahala na si Batman.
Back to reviewing. I just have to blog about this because I can't study when my mind is full of negative stuff.
So.. please pray for me? I need all the prayers I can get! I'm being positive.. I'm reading! I'm trying! And I'm unearthing every stock knowledge and every analysis skill that I have!
God Help Me!
My test date is nearing. And you know what? I don't think I'm ready. I'm nowhere near in finishing my review book. But I'm trying to be positive. Reading everything I can for the small amount of time that's remaining. It's just that.. I lost motivation in reviewing.. thinking that I may not even use the license that I'm testing for!
Hay. I know.. it's good to keep my options open.. and having that license will give me opportunities.. but I don't know if I even want those opportunities.. Maybe I've set my mind to going to MedSchool this June.
I just don't know. I haven't really figured out things yet.
Hay. Bahala na si Batman.
Back to reviewing. I just have to blog about this because I can't study when my mind is full of negative stuff.
So.. please pray for me? I need all the prayers I can get! I'm being positive.. I'm reading! I'm trying! And I'm unearthing every stock knowledge and every analysis skill that I have!
God Help Me!
25.4.09
A glimpse of the third world.
I saw this on Chuvaness.com and it just broke my heart. Thinking of all the wasted food here in America makes me think of these people. I remember when I was growing up, my parents are always telling me to make sure that I have no leftovers.. they're always telling me, "Maraming taong nagugutom.." And this is proof of that. Watch it. It sucks, but it's reality.
24.4.09
All these I ask.
I thankfully turn to You, God, for guidance. I listen in the stillness to Your wisdom already in my heart, and I know what to do.
Dear God, Your love fills my heart and your light guides my steps. In all I do I acknowledge You and give thanks for Your wisdom, strength, and peace within.
In the awareness of Your constant presence within me, God, I listen for the direction that guides me and makes my way sure.
You, dear God, are the light that shines on my path. Your light gives me insight and understanding that help me make wise decisions.
God, You are my source of wisdom. Your spirit guides me, Your love enfolds me, and Your light inspires me. Please be with me on my testing day. Guide me with your strength, courage and glory. Let me enter those doors to the testing center with all of my burdens handed to you. I ask that you take away all my fears and anxieties. Please guide me with the knowledge that you have given to me. In you all things are possible. Thank you Lord for all that we have and all we have accomplished.
In Jesus name we pray,
Amen.
Dear God, Your love fills my heart and your light guides my steps. In all I do I acknowledge You and give thanks for Your wisdom, strength, and peace within.
In the awareness of Your constant presence within me, God, I listen for the direction that guides me and makes my way sure.
You, dear God, are the light that shines on my path. Your light gives me insight and understanding that help me make wise decisions.
God, You are my source of wisdom. Your spirit guides me, Your love enfolds me, and Your light inspires me. Please be with me on my testing day. Guide me with your strength, courage and glory. Let me enter those doors to the testing center with all of my burdens handed to you. I ask that you take away all my fears and anxieties. Please guide me with the knowledge that you have given to me. In you all things are possible. Thank you Lord for all that we have and all we have accomplished.
In Jesus name we pray,
Amen.
*got this somewhere in allnurses.com
20.4.09
Can relate.
ditto.
I'm now 21, and I still feel the same way.
And then I say to myself, life is what we make it..
I'm now 21, and I still feel the same way.
And then I say to myself, life is what we make it..
17.4.09
*jumps up and down, because I'm just really excited about this*
CONGRATULATIONS
MA. THERESA PAMINTUAN
Summa Cum Laude
Bachelor of Science in Business Administration and Accountancy
University of the Philippines, Diliman
MA. THERESA PAMINTUAN
Summa Cum Laude
Bachelor of Science in Business Administration and Accountancy
University of the Philippines, Diliman
Grabe! It's like what we talked about.. To think you almost did not go to UP. I'm so so so proud of you.
Congratulations friend! You certainly deserve it!
Congratulations friend! You certainly deserve it!
15.4.09
unexpected.
I read about this in Yahoo. She's Susan Boyle, a 47 year old female, who at first glance you would think that she's way out of her league dreaming to become a professional singer (or as that Yahoo article said, you think she's the female version of William Hung)... and then she opened her mouth to sing.. and everyone is stunned by what they heard. Grabe. Just watch the video and you'll see..
Susan Boyle Sings on Britain's Got Talent 2009 Episode 1 @ Yahoo! Video
Have you seen the total shock in Cowell's face? lol.
I got this here..
Susan Boyle Sings on Britain's Got Talent 2009 Episode 1 @ Yahoo! Video
Have you seen the total shock in Cowell's face? lol.
I got this here..
13.4.09
12.4.09
A little something for Easter.
Dr. Teresita Barcelo, President of the Philippines Nurses' Association, sent this little something via the UST Nurse Alumni Yahoogroups. I'm just going to share this to y'all. :) (I think this was lifted from Funfare)
Live A Life That MattersReady or not, someday it will come to an end.
There will be no more sunrises, no minutes, hours or days.
All the things you collected, whether treasured or forgotten, will pass to someone else.
Your wealth, fame and temporal power will shrivel to irrelevance.
It will not matter what you owned, or what you were owed.
Your grudges, resentments, frustrations, and jealousies will disappear.
So, too, your hopes, ambitions, plans, and to-do lists will expire.
The wins and losses that once seemed so important will fade away.
It won’t matter where you came from, or what side of the tracks you lived, at the end.
It won’t matter whether you were beautiful or brilliant;
Even your gender or your skin color will be irrelevant.
So what will matter?
How will the value of your days be measured?
What will matter is not what you bought, but what you built;
Not what you got, but what you gave.
What will matter is not your success but your significance.
What will matter is not what you learned, but what you taught.
What will matter is your every act of integrity, compassion, courage, or sacrifice that enriched, empowered or encouraged others — to emulate your example.
What will matter is not your competence, but your character.
What will matter is not how many people you knew,
But how many people will feel a lasting loss when you’re gone.
What will matter is not your memories,
But the memories that live in those who loved you.
What will matter is how long you will be remembered, by whom, and for what.
Living a life that matters doesn’t happen by accident.
It’s not a matter of circumstance, but of choice.
Choose to live a life that matters.
HAPPY EASTER EVERYONE!
HAPPY EASTER EVERYONE!
9.4.09
Antsy.
Waiting for something that is really life changing is nerve-wracking. I have no choice but to be positive and patient about it.
So please pray for me?? :)
So please pray for me?? :)
7.4.09
Time to get serious.
It's really time to get serious.
No more cramming.
Review Mode.
No more cramming.
Review Mode.
Law of Attraction: I'll be able to pass the NCLEX-RN.
Pray for me!
Pray for me!
A little reminder.
God is too wise to be mistaken.
God is too good to be unkind.
So when you don't understand,
when you don't see His plan,
When you can't trace His hand,
trust His heart.
It is good to be reminded sometimes.
Thank you Raze, for reminding me.
Thank you Raze, for reminding me.
31.3.09
Soo tired.
Almost everything in life is not easy. Though, it is also true that things can fall into their right places without any efforts on our part and that is why, sometimes, you get caught up with all these idealism, positiveness, and your hopes and when you crash to the ground, it leaves you in pain and dazed.
I'm in limbo right now. Stuck between two paths that I want to take, but life dictates me to just choose one path. I'm still uncertain because things are so beyond my control that it hinders me from making a decision! It gets to be so frustrating! And I have no choice, but to pray, to hope, to be positive, and at the same time, making sure that my feet are planted on the ground and my head not get lost in the clouds.
Reality sucks. It's a fact of life. But we don't have any choice but to live it and to struggle through it. And it really gets to be soo tiring sometimes.
I'm in limbo right now. Stuck between two paths that I want to take, but life dictates me to just choose one path. I'm still uncertain because things are so beyond my control that it hinders me from making a decision! It gets to be so frustrating! And I have no choice, but to pray, to hope, to be positive, and at the same time, making sure that my feet are planted on the ground and my head not get lost in the clouds.
Reality sucks. It's a fact of life. But we don't have any choice but to live it and to struggle through it. And it really gets to be soo tiring sometimes.
The most touching ad I've ever seen.
An old highschool classmate posted this video in his Multiply and Facebook.
It's a Coca Cola Ad in Spain. I can't say anything more. The video speaks for itself. Watch and see what I mean.
Diba? :)
It's a Coca Cola Ad in Spain. I can't say anything more. The video speaks for itself. Watch and see what I mean.
Diba? :)
29.3.09
To a very dear friend. :)
To a very special friend. To one of my true friends. (yikes! ang drama naman nito! lol)
HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY DEAR!!
I can't believe you're 22 na! We're so old na noh? hahaha. It's like yesterday lang when we were still in our highschool uniforms going home late because we had a good time in Mcdo.. or just before we started College when you were urging me to go to UST instead.. or the many times you're telling the truth in my face.. or the countless times you're laughing at me because I'm slow or I don't know the reason why I'm laughing.. or remember that fateful night in Pier One? HAHAHAHA. (Thank you pala for going to the bathroom with me then! LOL)
Pie, ala mu. I just wanted to make you a special greeting. You know, with me so far away and all that. I could make you a madramang text message.. then I figured.. why not a madramang blog instead?
Anyway.
Thank you, my dear, for everything.. for the gift of friendship.. for always being there for me... for letting me disturb you in the middle of your studying just because I wanted to tell you what's happening in my life.. bastat.. for everything, I give to you my heartfelt gratitude (yuck, parang speech lang! hahaha).
I couldn't ask for a better barkada. I couldn't ask for a better set of bestfriends than you, Vyel, and Roan.
I'm happy that with everything that's have happened with our respective lives, the bond is still there. And I wish (no! I know!) that it will still be there no matter what path we choose to take.
You're graduating na. I'm sure with full honors. Congratulations and I'm so proud of you. You'll be working soon enough.. so enjoy the summer first ah? Go to as many beaches as you can! Hahaha.
Oh and yes, Thank you din for going all the way to Trinoma just to see me before I go.
Always remember, I'm ALWAYS going to be here for you.. even if I'm thousand miles away.
Again, Happy Birthday.I love you and I miss you.
P.S. Nokarin ne ing creative pic mu? I still haven't seen it yet!
28.3.09
25.3.09
So, I did the Colorgenics thing AGAIN.
Here's what it said about me.
Name: Gelay
Date: 3/25/2009
Colorgenics Number: 46253107
Bull's eye! Go here if you want yours as well.
Name: Gelay
Date: 3/25/2009
Colorgenics Number: 46253107
It would appear that at this particular time of your life you are going through a tough time. You are feeling (or have recently felt) miserable and depressed and perhaps you are still feeling that way. Maybe all the trials and tribulations just aren't worth it. Your present anxieties could have been associated with either your 'private' or 'business' life - whatever ... what you really need at this time is to get away from it all, maybe a vacation - alone, or better still, perhaps with someone that you know really cares for you, someone who appreciates you - not for what you have but for who you are. A short vacation may be all you need to afford you the time to recover and to get back to your normal vital self.
You are working extremely hard trying to improve your image. You need for those people in positions that matter to recognise your potential and to acknowledge you.
Everyone, sooner or later gets that feeling that one has been cut off from reality, cut off from everything that's going on around them. It usually happens when there is a complete lack of understanding and co-operation - be it from friends, family or loved ones. So what can one do about it? Instead of pondering as to what the future may hold, do something different. Make a cup of coffee. Have a shower. Read a book. Watch your favourite soap opera. Because as soon as you become involved in something different, the original disassociated feelings will dissipate.
You are being unduly influenced by the situation that is all around you. You do not like the feeling of loneliness and whatever it is that seems to separate you from others. You know that life can be wonderful and you are anxious to experience life in all its aspects, to live it to the full. You therefore resent any restriction or limitations that are being imposed on you and you insist on going it alone.
You are anxious about all the limitations to which you are subjected to at this time. You feel that you are not valued for what or who you are. You need OUT. So why procrastinate any longer - MOVE!
Bull's eye! Go here if you want yours as well.
24.3.09
Has it really been a year already?
Photos taken by my friend, Ging.
One of the most memorable memory in a Thomasian's life is the Baccalaureate Mass. I can't believe it has been a year already.. It brings back all those bittersweet memories.
And.. there's a chance that maybe, I'll experience it again in about 4 years. :)
19.3.09
Whirlwind.
Things are going in a way that's making my head spin. I'm making decisions based on what I feel in the moment, based on what I think will not make me have any regrets in the future. I'm still walking in the middle of everything... precariously falling in that one side.
I still don't know. Oh God Help Me.
I still don't know. Oh God Help Me.
10.3.09
Tight fit.
For a crammer like me. I can say I'm used to this.
I have to be more determined than ever. I can't just rely on stock knowledge when I had almost a full year of letting my Nursing Knowledge get staled in my grey matter.
I've got the calendar set. Minimum of 3 chapters and a maximum of 5 chapters in a day. For someone who has nothing to do. I can do this!! :)
I'll just have to psych myself into this. Push myself into this.
I'll pass my exams on the 27th.. and your prayers won't hurt either. =)
*thinking positive.. and applying the secret from this time on..*
I have to be more determined than ever. I can't just rely on stock knowledge when I had almost a full year of letting my Nursing Knowledge get staled in my grey matter.
I've got the calendar set. Minimum of 3 chapters and a maximum of 5 chapters in a day. For someone who has nothing to do. I can do this!! :)
I'll just have to psych myself into this. Push myself into this.
I'll pass my exams on the 27th.. and your prayers won't hurt either. =)
*thinking positive.. and applying the secret from this time on..*
9.3.09
7.3.09
Project 100: Rush
This was taken at one of the beaches in the Northshore of the Island of Oahu in Hawaii.
Is it the rushing of the water in the shore?
or is it the rushing of the dog to the other side of the beach?
This is one of my favorite pictures so far. :)
Project 100: Road
Road to downtown Honolulu.
This photo was taken when we took the overpass to where my uncle parked his car.
Project 100: End
At my Multiply blog, I posted 3 pictures in this title. Most people liked this one, so this is the picture that I'm going to post in here. :)
Project 100: Smile
Again, this is taken during the 14th International Hot Air Balloon Fiesta
at Clarkfield, Pampanga last February 14, 2009.
Project 100: Distance
Taken during the 14th International Hot Air Balloon Fiesta
at Clarkfield, Pampanga
5.3.09
Vent it out.
I'm not posting this in Multiply because I don't want to make such a big deal of things. Hahaha.
Ok. I THINK. Someone's annoyed with me. I don't know what I did. But I think this someone is annoyed with me. Oh well. What do I do? Keep on doing the things that makes them annoyed. Hahaha.
Anyway.
That's it for now. :)
Ok. I THINK. Someone's annoyed with me. I don't know what I did. But I think this someone is annoyed with me. Oh well. What do I do? Keep on doing the things that makes them annoyed. Hahaha.
Anyway.
That's it for now. :)
26.2.09
What's happening to me now?
It's already late here. I should be sleeping. BUT. maybe due to jet lag? or I'm really just a night owl?
Anyway.
First things first. It's my second night here in Hawaii. And I still haven't gone to the beach!! Gosh! Waikiki is just a 5-minute drive here. But I don't think I'm going to swim in the beach. Why? Because it's so cold!! (I should have had my thyroids checked, I still think I have mild hypothyroidism or something.. but that's another story). I don't want to catch pneumonia or shiver while in the water. So, I'm going to have to check the weather first before diving in the water.Anyway.
The free scuba lessons were cancelled. Because my uncle haven't finished his! Bastat.. it's a long story.
My hormones are kicking in. I'm feeling sad now. Damn. Hay.
Added to that is my disappointment with myself.. because of all the things that I've forgotten.. I've left my ipod in my room!!!!! how stupid and forgetful can I be? I just realized when we were already boarding the plane! Argh!!! Oh well.. at least I have an excuse to my mom when I buy myself a new ipod.
Anyway, things are really confusing for me right now. So... I'm just taking things one day at a time.
That's it for now.
20.2.09
Another Jologs Moment.
Damn. From the very bad wig to..
the BEBE KO?!?!?
It doesn't matter that I'll definitely cringe when I'll hear the bebe ko..
or in seeing Sarah Geronimo's bad wig.
I don't care.
John Lloyd Cruz is still ♥
I'm going to find a way to watch this movie.
17.2.09
a long day that is February 7, 2009
[late post..]
February 7 was a very very long day for me.
I had to be at Edsa Shangrila Hotel at 8AM.. so we had to leave the house at around 5 o'clock in the morning. From 9AM till about noon I was having my listening, reading, and writing exams. I also discovered that my speaking exam was scheduled later that day. I almost went into panic because I promised to meet Pie, Vyel, and Roan for coffee that night. Anyway, since I really had no choice.. after the exams, I told my mom about my speaking exam.
We had lunch (my mom, dad, brother accompanied me) at Kamayan in Megamall (Saisaki is ♥). Spent the whole afternoon just walking around. Hell! From point A to B.. how many times did we traverse that path? And there's Uncle Dinand's request that we find accessories for his iphone. He wants to have the picture taken and sent to him first before giving us the go-signal to buy it (did I mention that he lives in the States?). Of course, Uncle Cesar wants a pair of shirt that has some sort of Philippines on them. Fortunately, we managed to get what they want and I had a new pair of aviator shades and a new laptop sleeve in the process. :)
4PM came and we had to go to the Richmonde Hotel for my speaking exam. The wait is nerve-wracking.. but I think I did alright.
Finished up the interview at around 6PM and we didn't waste any time in going home. Mom and Dad has a party to go to and I have a girls' night out to attend.
A quarter past 8PM we arrived home. After hitting the shower and changing into a set of fresh clothes, my dad took me to the 7/11 outside our village where I'll meet up with Vyel.
Vyel was already there when I arrived. She told me that Pie will meet us there as well. So we waited for her, when Pie arrived.. Vyel got a call from her mom saying that Vyel had with her the keys to their room. So, we got to go back to Vyel's house first [you see, we were supposed to go to SM Clark for the coffee] so that she can give the keys to her mom.
When we got to Vyel's house, I was a bit puzzled because both Pie and Vyel came out of the car, I mean.. isn't Vyel going to hand the keys back to her mom? why does Pie have to go out of the car as well? So even though I was talking to Pie's brother, I decided to come out of the car as well. As I'm walking towards Tita Beth (Vyel's mom) Roan with the guys just came out of nowhere... (no.. they were hiding behind the gate) and shouted SURPRISE!! with this big tarpaulin with my picture in it.
It was after all, a surprise send-off dinner.
Thank you my dear Stopovers. I couldn't ask for better friends. :)
February 7 was a very very long day for me.
I had to be at Edsa Shangrila Hotel at 8AM.. so we had to leave the house at around 5 o'clock in the morning. From 9AM till about noon I was having my listening, reading, and writing exams. I also discovered that my speaking exam was scheduled later that day. I almost went into panic because I promised to meet Pie, Vyel, and Roan for coffee that night. Anyway, since I really had no choice.. after the exams, I told my mom about my speaking exam.
We had lunch (my mom, dad, brother accompanied me) at Kamayan in Megamall (Saisaki is ♥). Spent the whole afternoon just walking around. Hell! From point A to B.. how many times did we traverse that path? And there's Uncle Dinand's request that we find accessories for his iphone. He wants to have the picture taken and sent to him first before giving us the go-signal to buy it (did I mention that he lives in the States?). Of course, Uncle Cesar wants a pair of shirt that has some sort of Philippines on them. Fortunately, we managed to get what they want and I had a new pair of aviator shades and a new laptop sleeve in the process. :)
4PM came and we had to go to the Richmonde Hotel for my speaking exam. The wait is nerve-wracking.. but I think I did alright.
Finished up the interview at around 6PM and we didn't waste any time in going home. Mom and Dad has a party to go to and I have a girls' night out to attend.
A quarter past 8PM we arrived home. After hitting the shower and changing into a set of fresh clothes, my dad took me to the 7/11 outside our village where I'll meet up with Vyel.
Vyel was already there when I arrived. She told me that Pie will meet us there as well. So we waited for her, when Pie arrived.. Vyel got a call from her mom saying that Vyel had with her the keys to their room. So, we got to go back to Vyel's house first [you see, we were supposed to go to SM Clark for the coffee] so that she can give the keys to her mom.
When we got to Vyel's house, I was a bit puzzled because both Pie and Vyel came out of the car, I mean.. isn't Vyel going to hand the keys back to her mom? why does Pie have to go out of the car as well? So even though I was talking to Pie's brother, I decided to come out of the car as well. As I'm walking towards Tita Beth (Vyel's mom) Roan with the guys just came out of nowhere... (no.. they were hiding behind the gate) and shouted SURPRISE!! with this big tarpaulin with my picture in it.
It was after all, a surprise send-off dinner.
Thank you my dear Stopovers. I couldn't ask for better friends. :)
13.2.09
the SHEWEE.
My friend, Ally posted something really interesting, to say the least, in her Multiply Blog. I was speechless.. until now, I don't know how to react.
It's the SheWee.
What is it?
Shewee is a moulded plastic funnel that provides women with a simple, private and hygienic method of urinating without removing clothes whilst standing AND sitting.
HOW TO SHEWEE:
It's the SheWee.
What is it?
Shewee is a moulded plastic funnel that provides women with a simple, private and hygienic method of urinating without removing clothes whilst standing AND sitting.
HOW TO SHEWEE:
- Undo trousers. Push underwear to one side. Place Shewee securely against body with outlet pipe directed away from body.
- Aim urine to a suitable place - away from feet, into a toilet or a container.
- When finished, pull funnel away, wipe - liquid repellant coating ensures no drips.
- Place reusable Shewee back into resealable container.
Tip! Practise with Shewee in the shower to find the best position for you.
Shewee is washable by hand or machine and can withstand temperatures up to 120°C.
On leaving the body, urine is sterile.
**Oh God! I still don't know how to react. hahaha. My OC side is shouting.. I don't care if urine is steril once it comes out of you.. it's still a magnet for microorganisms when exposed. And I'm really not into the idea of voiding standing up, I'd much rather squat. Maybe this could be helpful to elderly women who have problems with urinary incontinence.
9.2.09
Jologs Moment. Lol
I really really want to watch.
I enjoyed the first movie.. so I want to watch the sequel.
..and because John Lloyd Cruz is ♥
But.. it's going to be shown on the 25th pa!! Waahh!! And we're leaving on the 24th.
Can anyone please buy me a DVD and send it to me?? hahaha.
I just hope this will be available in the torrent sites.
I enjoyed the first movie.. so I want to watch the sequel.
..and because John Lloyd Cruz is ♥
But.. it's going to be shown on the 25th pa!! Waahh!! And we're leaving on the 24th.
Can anyone please buy me a DVD and send it to me?? hahaha.
I just hope this will be available in the torrent sites.
Me? Promiscuous? I don't think so.
But.. the rest.. I can say that it's true.
Click here to read yours if you're not a Sag.
6.2.09
Here I go again..
Cramming to the max. Well actually, I don't want to cram anymore. I just don't like to study. It's the laziness talking... but maybe later.. :) But I'm sure.. I'll do good.
I'll make sure I won't do this when I start to review for my Nclex Exam next week. :)
God Bless to me!
I'll make sure I won't do this when I start to review for my Nclex Exam next week. :)
God Bless to me!
Let me tell you about last night..
[and no.. I'm not talking about American Idol..]
Late afternoon yesterday, my mom informed us that we will be having dinner with a woman named Brenda together with my two aunts and of course, their alipores.
In preparation for the dinner, I did my exercise [yep! I'm exercising now!] a little early so I could take a shower and still watch American Idol. Then off we go to that Korean Place that my Tita Vicki likes so much.
Last time I saw Ate Brenda was 16 years ag0, I was like 4 years old then. All I could remember of her was that: she used to be my tita's maid, one of her fingers was amputated, and that she's small and petite.
Lo and behold, when I saw her... I didn't even recognize her. She's not the woman that I've remembered... well mostly because she's got money and she's a professional now.
Don't get me wrong, I'm happy for her. Having the chance encounter of meeting her then-future-Swiss-husband in Olonggapo while waiting tables and then insisting to her husband that she first finish her studies before having a family. Now, she's this jet-setter who is still humble,;trying still to find evidences of her old life; making contact with her former amo; still trying hard to find her family who she lost contact a long time ago; going to places just to scuba-dive; funding the education of some children; and still being a good mother and wife.
It's rare that one could hear a success story from someone you know personally. And being her former alaga I'm definitely proud of her and what she's accomplished in her life.
May God bless her more.. and I just hope that she finds her siblings so that she could share her blessings with them. :)
Late afternoon yesterday, my mom informed us that we will be having dinner with a woman named Brenda together with my two aunts and of course, their alipores.
In preparation for the dinner, I did my exercise [yep! I'm exercising now!] a little early so I could take a shower and still watch American Idol. Then off we go to that Korean Place that my Tita Vicki likes so much.
Last time I saw Ate Brenda was 16 years ag0, I was like 4 years old then. All I could remember of her was that: she used to be my tita's maid, one of her fingers was amputated, and that she's small and petite.
Lo and behold, when I saw her... I didn't even recognize her. She's not the woman that I've remembered... well mostly because she's got money and she's a professional now.
Don't get me wrong, I'm happy for her. Having the chance encounter of meeting her then-future-Swiss-husband in Olonggapo while waiting tables and then insisting to her husband that she first finish her studies before having a family. Now, she's this jet-setter who is still humble,;trying still to find evidences of her old life; making contact with her former amo; still trying hard to find her family who she lost contact a long time ago; going to places just to scuba-dive; funding the education of some children; and still being a good mother and wife.
It's rare that one could hear a success story from someone you know personally. And being her former alaga I'm definitely proud of her and what she's accomplished in her life.
May God bless her more.. and I just hope that she finds her siblings so that she could share her blessings with them. :)
4.2.09
IMA: A Kapampangan Musical
If you’ve been around Pampanga for the last few weeks, I think you would have stumbled upon some banners promoting IMA. It was to be shown on January 30 and thankfully my mom got tickets for it courtesy of Tita Madeline Gomez. It was a formal event that was held at Holy Angel University, with guests all decked out in Formal or Filipiniana attire.
But what is IMA?
IMA (A Kapampangan Musical) was presented by Teatru Ima at Arti (MaARTI). IMA had an all-female cast who, believe-it-or-not, are all 50 years old and above. To add to my awe, they’re not only women in their prime, but they are all not actors. They are members of the upper society who are all successful not only in their chosen careers but also in their family life. MaARTI was conceptualized by Mr. Andy Alviz who also directed the play.
In watching the play, one will not notice (well, except with the seldom technical glitch especially in the sound system) that those who are onstage are not really theatre actresses. Imagine a group of 50+ women crooning songs, dancing together, delivering brilliant (read: deep Kapampangan words that even my mom, when I ask and believe me I asked her a lot of times, didn’t know) and often funny exchanges amongst them. Every scene was received by astounding applause by us audience.
The main story of the play was simple; a daughter of a rich family is planning to throw a surprise birthday party for her elderly mom. The story starts out in the market place and ended up in the party where everyone sang Masayang Kebaitan Keka (Happy Birthday to You). The script was brilliant that even though the main storyline is simple, it managed to convey the different cultures and traditions (positive and negative) of the Kapampangans and also the bittersweet lives of older women in the society. The end result? It was funny, entertaining, and it put forth a message in women empowerment, and the sense of pride for being a Kapampangan.
No wonder, it received a standing ovation after the curtain call.
But what is IMA?
IMA (A Kapampangan Musical) was presented by Teatru Ima at Arti (MaARTI). IMA had an all-female cast who, believe-it-or-not, are all 50 years old and above. To add to my awe, they’re not only women in their prime, but they are all not actors. They are members of the upper society who are all successful not only in their chosen careers but also in their family life. MaARTI was conceptualized by Mr. Andy Alviz who also directed the play.
In watching the play, one will not notice (well, except with the seldom technical glitch especially in the sound system) that those who are onstage are not really theatre actresses. Imagine a group of 50+ women crooning songs, dancing together, delivering brilliant (read: deep Kapampangan words that even my mom, when I ask and believe me I asked her a lot of times, didn’t know) and often funny exchanges amongst them. Every scene was received by astounding applause by us audience.
The main story of the play was simple; a daughter of a rich family is planning to throw a surprise birthday party for her elderly mom. The story starts out in the market place and ended up in the party where everyone sang Masayang Kebaitan Keka (Happy Birthday to You). The script was brilliant that even though the main storyline is simple, it managed to convey the different cultures and traditions (positive and negative) of the Kapampangans and also the bittersweet lives of older women in the society. The end result? It was funny, entertaining, and it put forth a message in women empowerment, and the sense of pride for being a Kapampangan.
No wonder, it received a standing ovation after the curtain call.
2.2.09
25 Things.
Rules: Once you've been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 25 random things, facts, habits, or goals about you. At the end, choose 25 people to be tagged. You have to tag the person who tagged you. If I tagged you, it's because I want to know more about you.
(To do this, go to “notes” under tabs on your profile page, paste these instructions in the body of the note, type your 25 random things, tag 25 people (in the right hand corner of the app) then click post.)
**I already did this in my Facebook Notes.. so there is no need tagging anyone here. :)
25 Random Things About Moi:
1. I really really want to be a Medical Doctor and up to now I'm still not sure if I'm going to pursue it.
2. After MD, I also want an MBA degree. It's another dream eh.
3. I've spent my whole student life cramming. It's a miracle that some things got stuck in my brain. Believe me, I haven't finished one damn chapter of any book that I've read when I was preparing for my Board Exams. It's ironic that I want to study a lot of things.
4. I've discovered that lots and lots and lots of emotional stress make a good weight loss tool. LOL.
5. I learned the lesson about faithfulness and cheating early enough to leave me traumatized for life. So do forgive me if I don't have the sympathy for cheaters.
6. I'm a good friend... You can depend that I'll be with you through hell or high water.
7. I should learn to stop putting my nose in somebody else's business. Believe me, I've been burned so many times.
8. I'm a chismosa. I just love gossip. It's a guilty pleasure. But not the barrio type that I tell every person that I meet. Close friends lang and then yun na.
9. It may not show at times, but I love and I'm proud of my Kapampangan Roots.
10. I want to learn how to cook. The Kapampangan way.
11. I really really hate confrontations. I avoid them as much as possible.
12. When I'm drunk I throw up and then I pass out. One shot of something and one bottle of something will do the trick, I think. Gosh! I'm such a weakling when it comes to alcohol!! That's why I avoid drinking as much as possible.
13. I love babies!!! and I think they love me back. =)
14. Clubbing is really not my thing. Coffee and gossip with close friends is. :)
15. I'm still battling with my weight issues. I'm trying my best to exercise and to shed those pounds.
16. Oh!! I have a talent.. and my RLE will attest to it. I can sleep whenever or wherever. Whether it's sitting during lecture time or lull times during practice. I love sleep..
17. I have an instinct for sale items. I usually can find that one item that is perfect for me and for my budget.
18. I really should learn how to save money.
19. I still get a thrill when I manage to capture really good pictures.
20. I'd rather buy books than to shop for clothes and shoes.
21. As of now, I'm still not ready to have a relationship with any guy.
22. I find it hard to open up my deepest feelings and thoughts.. even to close friends.
23. It may not show, but I too have my insecurities. Actually, I have lots.
24. When I'm angry, I'm uncharacteristically silent. When I'm angry or super irritated with a person, I don't talk nor pay attention to that person.. it's like that person don't exist.
25. If I learned that a person is irritated with me, I take great pleasure in rubbing myself in their faces so they'll get more irritated. *evil laugh*
oh and let me add this: I always have a plan. Whenever things go wrong, I make a back up plan ASAP. I don't panic, I don't dwell on what was.. I just make do of what is the situation and I plan accordingly. :)
(To do this, go to “notes” under tabs on your profile page, paste these instructions in the body of the note, type your 25 random things, tag 25 people (in the right hand corner of the app) then click post.)
**I already did this in my Facebook Notes.. so there is no need tagging anyone here. :)
25 Random Things About Moi:
1. I really really want to be a Medical Doctor and up to now I'm still not sure if I'm going to pursue it.
2. After MD, I also want an MBA degree. It's another dream eh.
3. I've spent my whole student life cramming. It's a miracle that some things got stuck in my brain. Believe me, I haven't finished one damn chapter of any book that I've read when I was preparing for my Board Exams. It's ironic that I want to study a lot of things.
4. I've discovered that lots and lots and lots of emotional stress make a good weight loss tool. LOL.
5. I learned the lesson about faithfulness and cheating early enough to leave me traumatized for life. So do forgive me if I don't have the sympathy for cheaters.
6. I'm a good friend... You can depend that I'll be with you through hell or high water.
7. I should learn to stop putting my nose in somebody else's business. Believe me, I've been burned so many times.
8. I'm a chismosa. I just love gossip. It's a guilty pleasure. But not the barrio type that I tell every person that I meet. Close friends lang and then yun na.
9. It may not show at times, but I love and I'm proud of my Kapampangan Roots.
10. I want to learn how to cook. The Kapampangan way.
11. I really really hate confrontations. I avoid them as much as possible.
12. When I'm drunk I throw up and then I pass out. One shot of something and one bottle of something will do the trick, I think. Gosh! I'm such a weakling when it comes to alcohol!! That's why I avoid drinking as much as possible.
13. I love babies!!! and I think they love me back. =)
14. Clubbing is really not my thing. Coffee and gossip with close friends is. :)
15. I'm still battling with my weight issues. I'm trying my best to exercise and to shed those pounds.
16. Oh!! I have a talent.. and my RLE will attest to it. I can sleep whenever or wherever. Whether it's sitting during lecture time or lull times during practice. I love sleep..
17. I have an instinct for sale items. I usually can find that one item that is perfect for me and for my budget.
18. I really should learn how to save money.
19. I still get a thrill when I manage to capture really good pictures.
20. I'd rather buy books than to shop for clothes and shoes.
21. As of now, I'm still not ready to have a relationship with any guy.
22. I find it hard to open up my deepest feelings and thoughts.. even to close friends.
23. It may not show, but I too have my insecurities. Actually, I have lots.
24. When I'm angry, I'm uncharacteristically silent. When I'm angry or super irritated with a person, I don't talk nor pay attention to that person.. it's like that person don't exist.
25. If I learned that a person is irritated with me, I take great pleasure in rubbing myself in their faces so they'll get more irritated. *evil laugh*
oh and let me add this: I always have a plan. Whenever things go wrong, I make a back up plan ASAP. I don't panic, I don't dwell on what was.. I just make do of what is the situation and I plan accordingly. :)
30.1.09
You might be a NURSE if..
Found this on Friendster's Bulletin Board..
Some of the things are mean.. but it made me laugh.
I miss my duty days.. :)
Some of the things are mean.. but it made me laugh.
I miss my duty days.. :)
*You can drink a pot of coffee and still go to sleep in the morning.
*You believe every patient needs TLC: Thorazine, Lorazapam, and Compazine.
*You can't see it; it's probably not there.
*Your sense of humor seems to get more warped each year.
*You think it is acceptable to use "penis" and "vagina" in a normal conversation.
*You believe the definition of stress is when you wake up screaming and you realize you haven't fallen asleep yet.
*You believe that if warm wine enemas were routinely ordered, patient complaints would greatly decrease.
*You call some of your co-workers "Flowers in the Field of Medicine" because they're bloomin' idiots.
*You hope there's a special place in Hell for the inventor of the call light.
*You believe not all patients are annoying. Some are dead.
*You believe experience is something you don't get until just after you need it.
*You see stress as a normal way of life.
*You have a tendency to laugh at your patient's "big" problems.
*You know the phone numbers of every late night food delivery place in town by heart.
*You believe the problem with the gene pool is that there is no lifeguard.
*You've ever thought, "Patients, God love 'em, because today, I sure don't!"
*Everything only happens all at once.
*You have more T-shirts that say, "Love a nurse PRN" than plain T-shirts.
*You've ever referred to other nurses as "Band-Aid Bunnies."
*You've ever been telling work stories in a restaurant and had someone at another table throw-up.
*You write a patient report and have to translate it to medical records because of all the acronyms in it.
*You notice that you use more four-letter words now than before you became a nurse.
*You look in your closet and can't find anything non-medical to wear.
*You've ever told anyone in pain to "stop being a baby and deal with it."
*You have a patient in four-point leathers that asks if you're a nurse, you reply "Yes", and walk away.
*You've ever told a patient to "stop faking it."
*You believe all bleeding stops...eventually.
*You don't get excited about blood loss unless it's your own.
*You don't hit patients or doctors....unless absolutely necessary.
*You believe the pain will go away when it stops hurting.
*Anything that can go wrong, will go wrong and if nothing has gone wrong, you´ve obviously don´t understand the situation.
*You believe if you can keep your head among all this confusion, you obviously don´t understand the situation.
*You've ever said, "Why am I here?"
*If you believe if a patient who has a catheter, he needs it.
*Everyone gets treated exactly the same...until they piss you off.
*When you get a call telling you the name of your next admit and you can do the care plan before the patient gets to the floor.
*When called for orders, the MD says, "Write them yourself; you know the patient better than I do."
*You've ever had to contend with someone who thinks constipation for 4 hours is an emergency.
*Ever rolled your eyes when the 14 year-old says, "No, I've never had sex."
*You refer to motorcyclists as organ donors.
*You can eat a candy bar with one hand while performing digital stimulation on your patient with the other hand, and it doesn't bother you.
*You believe Tylenol, Advil, or Excedrin provides a large part of your daily calorie intake requirements.
*You've ever held a 14-gauge needle over someone's vein and said, "Now your going to feel a little stick."
*You can identify the "PID Shuffle" and the "Kidney Stone Squirm" at 15 feet.
*You've ever had a patient with a nose ring, a brow ring and twelve earrings say, "I'm afraid of shots."
*You've ever thought, "As long as he's got a pulse, I don't care about the rhythm."
*You think the ultimate cruel joke is get someone drunk, take them to the ER and tell them he OD'd on "some kind of pills."
*You automatically multiply by three the number of drinks a patient claims to have daily.
*You can keep a straight face when a patient responds, "Just two beers."
*You feel that if someone is shot or stabbed, they probably deserved it.
*You stare at someone in utter disbelief when they actually cover their mouth to cough.
*You think "awake and stupid" is an appropriate choice for mental status.
*You believe in the aerial spraying of Prozac.
*You have encouraged obnoxious patients to sign out AMA.
*You believe the government should require a permit to reproduce.
*Your most common assessment question at 2 a.m. is "Why is this an emergency now?"
*You believe every waiting room should have a Valium salt lick.
*You don't believe 90% of what you're told, and 75% of what you see.
*You firmly believe that "too stupid to live" should be a diagnosis.
*You have to leave the patient before you begin to laugh uncontrollably.
*You believe a book entitled "Suicide: Getting it Right the First Time" will be your next project.
*You believe a good tape job will fix anything.
*You've ever had a patient look you dead in the eye and say, "I don't know how that got stuck in there."
*You have ever had a patient say, "I'm not pregnant, I can't be pregnant! I can't be having a baby!"
*You have a special shrine in your home to the inventor of Haldol.
*You can think of another 200 examples of "You Might Be a Nurse If..."
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