Still no meteors flashing my way. Only navy blue clouds on an ebony sky. Oh well.
We had a short day at the hospital, there was a mandatory stay-at-the-library memo for all the interns. And so, we sort of had a free duty. I'm happy because we didn't work as hard today, and sad because I didn't have any patients to learn from.
And because I was tired of reading the medical stuff, I took a break and scanned the newspaper. A sociopolitical events expert, I am not. But somehow, I just want to speak out what I was thinking.
Pacquiao fever. Pacquaio in politics. (Nah. He lost the elections last time, despite his boxing feats. We have become aware that the on-screen champions are a different story when it comes to politics.)
Pacquiao vs. Mayweather
(Lose-lose scenario for Pacquiao. If he says no, Mayweather will have bragging rights. If Pacquiao fights, he'd better win big time, or it'll be the end of his boxing glory)
Manny Villar and Loren Legarda, runningmates... (Which just ruins their credibility. Manny using Loren's good reputation, and Loren using Manny for his well-oiled campaign machinery. Good luck to both.)
Hacienda Luisita. (Has gone on long enough. It breaks my spirit to see the plight of the poor, the greed of the rich, and our sick legal system.)
Pacquiao and Jinky fighting due to Krista Ranillo... (Typical. A full blown disaster.Let them fix it up, and stop the slandering. They are people after all, and no family is ever the cleaner.)
Edu Manzano, running for vice president. (Game ka na ba? Kami, hindi.)
3 killed and 7 injured at Pasay demolition... (Why use guns? WHY?! Of course they would protect the mosque, it is their place of worship. A little respect for their religion! There could have been a better way to do it. No wonder some Muslims would think badly about the government. Why fuel their agitation? Why? WHY?!)
New Moon, now showing. (And dateless. moving on...) Efren Penaflorida, the CNN hero... (He's such an inspiration. With him and his group around, there is hope for this nation. WE CAN DO SOMETHING FOR OTHERS IF WE WANTED TO. I wish that aside from voting for him, we would also be encouraged to help the less fortunate. But first of all, let's vote. He deserves to win.)
Now on to the news of my life. I'm learning that some people have interesting stories to tell about their lives. And I am amazed to find out. But amidst all the sharing, I'm still keeping much a secret, sorting is still to be done with my baggages.
Music :: Sugarfree- Huwag ka nang umiyak Book :: The Lucky One - Nicholas Sparks Mood :: hungry
to embark to my ultimate destination -- that is, to a family I can call my own...
A decision has been made, a decision that will change my life forever -- for the better, and even for the best. I know we both are entrusting our lives to each other's hand under the guidance of the Father. So this is what they call destiny. I remember writing a post about a love map (you may read about that here). Now I can say that I do have a lovemap! And that the once faceless man has been revealed to me.
I am ready.
Yes, I know I am. I am ready to put everything else aside just to make sure I don't lose my last chance to happiness. I just found what I have been looking for all my life and there's no way I'm gonna throw away the blessings that I received from Him. I will not let Him down too. As the playing song goes... I'll be true to the promise I have made... to my Mahal and to the One who gave him to me...
I love him so.
And I vow to show him everyday just how much I truly love him. Words will never be enough to express my overwhelming affection and passion for him. I may only have my love to give but I will make sure this love will go places, will solve mazes, never fazes...
We are ready.
Together, we will build our hopes and dreams and our foundation would be our love and trust so strong, under the guidance of our Creator. Together we'll be there for each other, for the family that we both long for, for the happy and contented life that we both deserve...
May God bless our love.
Music :: I Will Be Here by Steven Curtis Chapman Mood :: loved and inlove
I've been watching for the Leonids for four days now. Just to make a wish or two. For whatever, it's my secret. Really, I'm a little...nope, a LOT superstitious.
We watched 2012 yesterday. Coolness. Not one I'd line up to be my favorites, but it's worth seeing if you need a pick-me-up. That is, if you like getting caught between tectonic plates and raging tsunamis. The scenes are amazing. And I liked the company: Perrine and Dave.
A snippet of my day at the Surgery Emergency Room. We had an American patient who went to the beach yesterday and fried his skin under the sun. That's for not wearing sunblock. He was delineatedly red on half the exposed parts of his body, just like a shrimp when it's done.I pitied him because it was so painful, weeping and blistering all over. Including his balding forehead. You'd know what he was in for, just by the sight of him. And so, we cleaned, flammazine-d, and gauze-d him up.
Ironic that a majority of Filipinos, men or women (hands up people! including me!) would somehow be guilty of buying whitening/lightening products for the sake of vanity. When all this time, our melanin concentration, has been responsible from keeping us from suffering the same fate, under the intense Equatorial sun. How colonial. We should love our melanin, we can bask at beaches, walk along the Metro and only fear of getting even browner...just think about it. And love your chocolate-ness. Haha.
Please, let there be a falling star, so I can get my wish. And... make that meteor hit the asshole who broke my heart. Yeh! (<--in a kikomachine kind of way.)
Music :: The way you make me feel - MJ Book :: The Lucky One - Nicholas Sparks Mood :: cheerful
posted by nowtbook on
November 19, 2009 at
01:03 AM
Dear,
Like kita kasi friend kita. Kasi adventurous ka. At kasi gusto pa kita makilala ng husto. Kasi bibihira lang ako magkaroon ng adventurous na friend. As in sporty type. Karamihan na sa mga kabataan ngayun mahilig maglaro sa computer shops. At least ikaw, nakatalon kana sa cliff at nakapag-dive sa karagatan.
Pero inignore mo nanaman ang hello ko. Hindi tuloy ako sure kung gusto ko pa ituloy ang friday kasama ka. Gusto ko, kasi naman manunuod tayu ng 2012. Gusto ko, para makasama ka, at makapag-usap tayu. Wala lang. Baka machempuhan ko rin iintroduce sayu ng bonggang bongga ang business ko. Ten is to one ratio naman e. Sampung invites, isang agila. Ikaw ang isa sa mga siyam na tatanggi. Okay lang. It's close to getting the one.
Kaso, natatakot na akong harapin ka. Wala naman akong thing sayo. Pero parang ganun ang tingin mo, kaya ganyan ang trato mo. Grabe. Binabawian mo ba ako? Kung anong ginawa ko sayo dati? Wala naman ganyanan. Sinusubukan ko naman kasi magbago e.
Okay. Bakit ako natakot magpakita sayo?
Kasi andun ka e. Sa sitwasyon na yan. Mataas ang level ng estado mo sa buhay. Alam kong humble ka, kung ikukumpara sa mga chinito mong kasama sa team. Halata naman e. Pero... ayun nga. Ang hirap. Natatakot ako. Kasi ako nagpapanggap lang naman ako. Kahit siguro yun kinikita ko e pantay lang sa meron kayo, hindi ko kaya yun estado niyo. Gusto ko yun simple lang ako, ordinaryo. Hindi katulad ng mga usual friends mo na natatagpuan mong nagsusuot ng short shorts, and fit clothes, at maputi and ALL THAT. Hindi ako ganun. Natakot ako. Kahit alam kong hindi mo ako ikukumpara sa kanila. Okay fine. Na-insecure siguro ako... Kaya ganun.
Ang hirap harapin yun taong nakilala ka before nitong lahat lahat. Yun mga taong nakilala ka habang nasa puberty stages ka pa, ay yun mga taong talagang mas nakakakilala sayo kesa sa mga taong tinuturing mong bestfriends ngayon sa college. Yun kasi talaga yun mga taong nakita ka sa stage na nag-uumpisa ka pa lang maging kung sino ka ngayun... kaya walang takas sa lahat ng flaunts, fails, firsts, and posers.
Ewan.
Pwede bang i-cancel na lang natin yun date natin sa friday? Pakiramdam ko gusto ko na magmove on mula sayo. Sa pag trato mo pa lang sa akin, alam kong busted na ako.
Waha!
Parang lalake lang a.
//
Grabe gusto ko mainlab. Pero hindi naman kasi ako perpektong gurlalooo. Ampot. Ang hirap magpakatotoo. Minsan talaga, tinatamad na lang ako magtanong para malaman ang iba pang mga detalye ng buhay niya. Kasi parati na lang siya. Sana ako rin tinatanong niya dba. Pero wala e. Ganun talaga.
Eto na lang si isa, baka sakaling pwede akong magpakwento sa kanya bukas. Babatiin ko na lang siya ng malaking ngiti.
Mildly colorblind in the green and yellow spectrum.
And so was the explanation of Dr. Vigo on my test results on colorblindness.
We were goofing around in the Surgery Office when Dr. Matic asked us to scoot to the Eye Center for a study being done by his wife. It was fun arranging the colors into the spectrum, but it was admittedly difficult. The pegs had a certain order of shading, and it seemed that some pegs were of the same color. The pink and violet hues were a breeze, but the yellow and green pegs were sort of hard to arrange (for me). Damn it.
Some people say that only men are affected by colorblindness. That is partly correct, for the congenital type. There is also a acquired type, which includes medication, poor diet and smoking. I guess this is where I come in. I'm just happy that I can identify green from grey, even if I'm slightly impaired in distinguishing tints (which I didn't know before). I was slightly depressed afterwards saying I was ready to devour a plate of yellow and orange vegetables to salvage my remaining photoreceptors.
I remember a good friend, she would say that a dress was wonderfully blue when it was violet. I don't know if she's just confused or can't see the color right. One of our junior interns is also suspect to the condition, since he is having difficulty in identifying hyperemia (something red and swollen) from one that is not.
Impaired. That is something that we can be, without even knowing it.
In extreme colorblindness, one can only see the blue and orange shades. No green, no red. A colorblind man can't identify a woman with lipstick. Or a ripe banana from an unripe one. It may seem funny, or ridiculous. The sad part is some find it later in life, and is unsuitable to aviation, or jobs that requires color discrimination.
But being colorblind is the least of my worries. I was just thinking, what if some people's emotions were the same? That in the spectra of anger, love, joy and sadness, they can only feel two extremes? Able to love without anger or experience joy without love?
posted by resilient on
November 16, 2009 at
02:02 AM
movies. movies. movies.
andami kong pinanood nitong self-proclaimed vacation ko haha~ so what? orientation pa lang naman tuwing first week kaya nag-exile muna ko sa probinsya (except lang sa corpo at mukang excited agad si sir magpa-kaso. ugh!) kaya nagpakasasa nako sa mga dvds ni ate.
eto mga pinanood ko:
DisFigured
100 girls
Jane Eyre
Wuthering Heights
Tropic Thunder
Horton hears a Who
88 minutes
21
Taken
What Happens in Vegas
The Poet
Baby on Board
Accidental Husband
Wild Child
In Search of a Midnight Kiss
Vicky Cristina Barcelona
The Other Man
Eagle Eye
Chop Shop
pati pala August Rush
Di ko na maalala yung iba. Haaaayyy...I wish I have more time to watch movies all day long!!!
Kaso back to the real world na. Balik sa dorm. Balik sa pagiging recluse. Estate tax recit bukas. ugh. boringness!!!
Anu ba, anu ba, anu ba.
Anu bang magndang gawin sa buhay ko.
Yan na naman. Iniimagine ko na isang araw, i'll pack my bags and just GO! wherever the yellow brick road takes me! to finally have a sense of adventure!
My brother has been vomiting and having diarrhea all day. And all day, I have been calm, composed and doctor-like... although deep inside I am this close to bringing him to the hospital. Of course I'm doing this with maximum tolerance. After all, he is 17, not at risk of dehydration, and able to tolerate intake. It would be a embarassment on my part to bring him there, only to be sent home.
I assured him that the stomach discomfort is something he has to deal with, and will eventually wear off. To make the best of the situation, it was my time to scold him about his poor eating habits (junkfood, coke, skipping breakfast, eating out) I already gave him a combo of Esomeprazole, Ranitidine earlier this morning, and Domperidone when he still wasn't relieved in the afternoon. I know...I am failing my Internal Medicine, and Family Med teachers right now. I'm just extra aggressive when it comes to family. I want them to feel fine right away, or I'll be bothered that I'm not doing things correctly. I am also sticking to the traditional, we made him a cup of tea, and some hot soup. On the crazier part of my mind, I am on the verge of putting efficascent/white flower/vicks with a cross sign over the stomach...good thing, we just dont have it at home at the moment.
When I first took up medicine, I imagined myself, fast forward to the future, being at the bedside of my relatives, or having their children drop by at my clinic, or knocking at my door when they were sick. They also think the same, even saying ' walang bayad kapag nagpatingin kami ha', when I was starting out. Of course I will do my best to look use my knowledge to look after them. I just never expected that when it comes to loved ones, the pressure to perform well is much greater.
My parents especially. They are both in the healthcare field, and I have never been confined, EVER in my entire life. The younger me had such a low tolerance for malaise, and will stay in bed even if it was just a nasty cold. When I went to the province two summers ago, some of my relatives were asking me to look into their aches and discomforts. My mom answering for me. And so I smile and agree, and feel my brain shrink. Like my confidence.
But that was before clerkship and internship. Medical students know nothing but theories until they step into hell, oops, into the hospital. And only then will they find out who is sick with what. And what sallow skin, pale palpebra, or rhonchi are. I hope that through the daily routine and madness, I am becoming better at what I am trying to become.
As I type, he reports to me that he has nothing more to barf. Darn it. I ask if he is feeling better...he just slumps on the sofa, and procedes to watch tv.
Really, I'm a little...nope, a LOT superstitious.
