"Your wish is my command." Sounds familiar?
Genies! --Do you believe in them?
I do! Because I can see them in my parents!
Believe it or not, parents are genies!
You don't know it, but what you want is what you get..
..because of them.
They grant wishes..even when you just think about it.
Monday, December 14, 2009
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Save Yourself from the Past
I was browsing through my old scrapbook when I found a page full of pictures from my childhood captioned, “Save yourself from the past”. I didn’t know where I cut out that particular phrase, but I was struck by the phrase itself and began to ask myself, “Why did I use that anyway?”
The past is full of memories—both good and bad. And no matter how we try bring back or rekindle some old flames, it simply isn’t done—because past is past. But, is it really?
When I was in high school, a friend of mine wrote an article entitled, “Is past really past?” As I remembered, she was trying to point out that past really is past. We cannot do nothing with it but just reminisce and cherish the memories kept. And I agree with her with all my might, not because she is my friend, but because I believe what she said. It’s just that, there are some people who don’t seem to understand. They keep on bringing up issues that have long been forgotten and buried in the past. They’re prolly not thinking that the ones who are involved in the issue are getting uncomfortable even just talking about it. But then, those people who usually initiate the “bringing-up” are most likely to be those persons who are dear to your heart—your friends or even your family. Why is that? It is me now who can’t quite comprehend.
Saturday, October 17, 2009
amidst the wilderness..
It's been a tough week. And it seems like it gets worse as days pass by. Exam week is over, 1st sem has come to an end, but why don't I feel like celebrating? I can't even give a sigh of relief.
Finals exams started on October 13, Tuesday, and ended on the 16th, a Friday. Students should be going home by the 17th, that's a Saturday, but I presume only a few were able to grab the opportunity of going home and feel the luxury of their beds. As a graduating student (hopefully), we don't really expect to have a long semester break. We know that we have obligations and responsibilities to get done with which we can only do so during the sem break. We didn't have to complain anymore, because we are more than ready as you know. But despite all the preparations we had, there are still slip-ups.
The gravest of all that happened to me--us--is that when we lost our data in our thesis bio assay, which means we could not continue to our data analysis which is supposed to be passed a week after final exams. We all then felt so empty right after we couldn't find that journal (which contains our data) anymore. We've looked in so many places, we even met an accident (but not that serious though). We felt a bit hopeless when everything ahead of us seemed to blur. I can no longer describe how I felt exactly. I am a very positive person in nature, but i dunno where those negative vibes came from that kept on penetrating me. But then at last, optimism won victoriously over pessimism and hopelessness. We finally found hope. We may not be able to get our journal back, we can still have our grades--and that is to start back from the beginning, as in repeat everything in our bio assay starting from the preparation of extract, up to the pharmacological determination. There is still a little something in us that kept us going.
Amidst all these that happened to me, I am very grateful that I am still able to behave the way I should be--not totally getting deeply affected by problems, facing every circumstance with no fear and entrusting every little thing to the Father above.
I am also thankful that a lot of people has been very helpful and understanding of what we're going through. First, our parents of course, then our beloved adviser, our beloved teachers (though some don't handle a subject with us anymore), the stockroom personnel and student assistants, our dear Statistician, our classmates and friends, the USA security, the PACUBAS, Iloilo Sports Complex security, Iloilo Sports Complex care takers and canteen vendors, and a lot more people ( I may not able to mention everyone, but deep in my heart, God knows how thankful I really am).
Finals exams started on October 13, Tuesday, and ended on the 16th, a Friday. Students should be going home by the 17th, that's a Saturday, but I presume only a few were able to grab the opportunity of going home and feel the luxury of their beds. As a graduating student (hopefully), we don't really expect to have a long semester break. We know that we have obligations and responsibilities to get done with which we can only do so during the sem break. We didn't have to complain anymore, because we are more than ready as you know. But despite all the preparations we had, there are still slip-ups.
The gravest of all that happened to me--us--is that when we lost our data in our thesis bio assay, which means we could not continue to our data analysis which is supposed to be passed a week after final exams. We all then felt so empty right after we couldn't find that journal (which contains our data) anymore. We've looked in so many places, we even met an accident (but not that serious though). We felt a bit hopeless when everything ahead of us seemed to blur. I can no longer describe how I felt exactly. I am a very positive person in nature, but i dunno where those negative vibes came from that kept on penetrating me. But then at last, optimism won victoriously over pessimism and hopelessness. We finally found hope. We may not be able to get our journal back, we can still have our grades--and that is to start back from the beginning, as in repeat everything in our bio assay starting from the preparation of extract, up to the pharmacological determination. There is still a little something in us that kept us going.
Amidst all these that happened to me, I am very grateful that I am still able to behave the way I should be--not totally getting deeply affected by problems, facing every circumstance with no fear and entrusting every little thing to the Father above.
I am also thankful that a lot of people has been very helpful and understanding of what we're going through. First, our parents of course, then our beloved adviser, our beloved teachers (though some don't handle a subject with us anymore), the stockroom personnel and student assistants, our dear Statistician, our classmates and friends, the USA security, the PACUBAS, Iloilo Sports Complex security, Iloilo Sports Complex care takers and canteen vendors, and a lot more people ( I may not able to mention everyone, but deep in my heart, God knows how thankful I really am).
Saturday, October 10, 2009
the commercial shoot
Hey hey hey! Before you conclude anything, kindly continue reading my blog. I'm no actress, not even a model. It's just that in our Phar.Ad. subject, we were required to make a TVC, and so we became instant celebrity in our own little way. And I, was very much glad and willing to have become the director-slash-camerawoman-slash-co'actor-slash-script'writer-in-one of the whole shoot (i don't mean to brag and all,but you can ask my groupmates for confirmation *wink*).
It was a cloudy Wednesday, October 7, when we decided to shoot (when actually the assignment was given to us the past week and the deadline is on October 8, we barely have 24 hours left to finish EVERYTHING--shoot, edit, and final touches!). It was around lunch time when we started to shoot our second scene at the Pharmacy Lab for our "Biotech Laboratory" set up. We took us more or less 50 takes to get the scene right. When it's not the one who acts that makes a slip up, it could be the cameraman, or the one who holds the script written in the manila paper which serves as kodigo. Although we were all tired and hungry, we still decided to pursue going to sports complex to shoot all the remaining scenes to complete our commercial. After having lunch, we then headed to the covered gym of Iloilo Sports Complex to rent a badminton court for our scenes 1, 4 and 5 set up. It only took us a few takes because the whole scenes just came natural (chos lang!). Then after playing a few rounds (not anymore included in the shoot, we went to the oval to have our 3rd scene taken there and help the other group (April, Rosette, Cha2, Hannah) in their shoot who was already there waiting for us. And so, after a quite while, we're done with the shoot. Time to help others with theirs.
Besides the TVC assigned to us, we were also required to pass a radio/audio commercial and a print ad. It took us a while to have our audio done because it rained hard, and the raindrops are heard in our audio if we continue recording. So, we paused for a while and watched some guys who played soccer under the rain.
It was that day that I realized lucky I am to be a part of a group who does not complain and does her/his share wihout being told. I saw sense of responsibility and concern to each of our members. We weren't just doing the shoot for ourselves but for the team. We did not just do it for complying to what were required, we also enjoyed and had fun. I'm glad that despite all the hassle, all had gone smoothly. We were able to present our trimedia the next day with no delday at all! Kudos to all my team mates!
Pictures are available at Multiply and the videos at Youtube! Enjoy!
Besides the TVC assigned to us, we were also required to pass a radio/audio commercial and a print ad. It took us a while to have our audio done because it rained hard, and the raindrops are heard in our audio if we continue recording. So, we paused for a while and watched some guys who played soccer under the rain.
It was that day that I realized lucky I am to be a part of a group who does not complain and does her/his share wihout being told. I saw sense of responsibility and concern to each of our members. We weren't just doing the shoot for ourselves but for the team. We did not just do it for complying to what were required, we also enjoyed and had fun. I'm glad that despite all the hassle, all had gone smoothly. We were able to present our trimedia the next day with no delday at all! Kudos to all my team mates!
Pictures are available at Multiply and the videos at Youtube! Enjoy!
Monday, October 5, 2009
weekend @ ajuy
Last Friday, October 2, our group in thesis planned togo to Ajuy to perform our bio assay. We went together with our beloved test animals--50 white mice. We we're supposed to perform at Joy's house at, but since we considered the expenses as well as Hannah's presence in her sister's debut, we opted Ajuy. No one disagreed because the trip was like a package--we can perform and get tired with the assay and we can also fill our tummies with the bountiful food from Harriet's debut (Hannah's sister) and enjoy the sun and the white sand beach (Marbuena). Who wouldn't agree to that? Oh well, despite the rush and the warning of an incoming supertyphoon, we pursued our plan.
At 2pm on the said day, we met up at Tagbak terminal to wait for the bus to bring us to the place. Despite our preparations, we forgot to bring one of the most important apparatus that will be used in the assay--the oral gavage. So the others went back to the university to retrieve those stuff from the stockroom. When we're all complete and sure that nobody and nothing is left behind, we headed for the bus, then of we went.
We arrived at Hannah's 'mansion' (haha) at around 6 in the evening (since the bus we have ridden left at around 4). We we're warmly welcomed by the people in the house. After fixing our stuff in the room spared for us, we had dinner specially prepared by Tita Heidi, a.k.a. Anabel (we rather call her with the latter). Roasted spare ribs and calamares are my favorites! Good thing I brought with me antihistamine! Haha! After dinner, we rested for a while in the living room watching TV. Then, around 8pm we started to do our first sacrifice initiated by yours truly (I was the one assigned to do the honor of "killing" the poor mice and disecting it). Tadah! Success! One down. Then we continued to do the excision of the first batch--10 mice administered with NSS. Then off we went to dreamland at around 12 midnight.
Everyone woke up around 7am the next day (it's hard to wake up late at a place like theirs where everyone seemed to wake up at wee hours in the morning! Dang!) It's Harriet's birthday already. We we're supposed to celebrate it in the island, but due to the weather, we weren't able to travel because according to the "sailors", we won't be able to battle the big waves using even a bigger pump boat. And so our energy went down to zero. Instead of thinking what should we to instead, we went back to our room and slept. It was so embarassing because we we're awakened by the noises of the visitors. The celebration was still on the go and was held at their residence. We panicked because we haven't got ourselves cleaned yet. So, we hurried to the bathroom and proceeded to have lunch. Really embarassing. Just then, the embarassment faded after a little while (mga kapamuks muh!), and we started taking pictures with the celebrant and Tita Anabel. Haha! To add more fun, we had a video marathon at a hanging cottage nearby. We had so much fun. We also went at Neca's house to view the island we were supposed to visit (hanggang tingin na lang). Then we went back at 6pm and had our dinner a little later. We have to hurry and get busy with our assay because we still have 4 batches left. After finishing the 2nd batch--administered with atropine--we found out we weren't able to weigh our extract, thus we could no longer continue. That one sucked all the energy we have left. It's barely midnight and we're still on the go to finish 2 more batches. Even we still want to, we no longer couldn't go further. So we decided to hit the covers and went to sleep. Tomorrow is another day. We could only hope and pray that we can finish everything the next day.
Sunday was our last day at Ajuy. Tita Anabel even offered to bring us to the island even the party is over IF, only IF, we finish our task at luch time. And so, that was our energy booster. We started at 8am and finished EVRYTHING at 12! Exactly what Tita Anabel asked us to. And so, as promised, Tita brought us to that island. We left the house and loaded the vessel to take us to the place to be around 1:30 pm, or so. We reached our destination after half an hour. We have finally stepped to the island they call Marbuena. We we're even given the oppurtunity to tour the whole island (since it's not that big), took photos and videos while hiking (some paths we're really a little steep), had snack after the hike and went swimming right after. Since we don't have enought time, we went home drenched around 3:30 (because we still have to catch a bus to take us home). When we reached their house, we hurriedly cleaned ourselves, said our thank yous and bid our good-byes to everyone. The time has now come for us to leave. We're all so thankful that despite some mishap and the rush, we we're able to accomplish what we should finish during our weekend stay at Ajuy. Not to mention that the almost-not-fulfilled-trip to Marbuena was fulfilled. Weehee!
At 2pm on the said day, we met up at Tagbak terminal to wait for the bus to bring us to the place. Despite our preparations, we forgot to bring one of the most important apparatus that will be used in the assay--the oral gavage. So the others went back to the university to retrieve those stuff from the stockroom. When we're all complete and sure that nobody and nothing is left behind, we headed for the bus, then of we went.
We arrived at Hannah's 'mansion' (haha) at around 6 in the evening (since the bus we have ridden left at around 4). We we're warmly welcomed by the people in the house. After fixing our stuff in the room spared for us, we had dinner specially prepared by Tita Heidi, a.k.a. Anabel (we rather call her with the latter). Roasted spare ribs and calamares are my favorites! Good thing I brought with me antihistamine! Haha! After dinner, we rested for a while in the living room watching TV. Then, around 8pm we started to do our first sacrifice initiated by yours truly (I was the one assigned to do the honor of "killing" the poor mice and disecting it). Tadah! Success! One down. Then we continued to do the excision of the first batch--10 mice administered with NSS. Then off we went to dreamland at around 12 midnight.
Everyone woke up around 7am the next day (it's hard to wake up late at a place like theirs where everyone seemed to wake up at wee hours in the morning! Dang!) It's Harriet's birthday already. We we're supposed to celebrate it in the island, but due to the weather, we weren't able to travel because according to the "sailors", we won't be able to battle the big waves using even a bigger pump boat. And so our energy went down to zero. Instead of thinking what should we to instead, we went back to our room and slept. It was so embarassing because we we're awakened by the noises of the visitors. The celebration was still on the go and was held at their residence. We panicked because we haven't got ourselves cleaned yet. So, we hurried to the bathroom and proceeded to have lunch. Really embarassing. Just then, the embarassment faded after a little while (mga kapamuks muh!), and we started taking pictures with the celebrant and Tita Anabel. Haha! To add more fun, we had a video marathon at a hanging cottage nearby. We had so much fun. We also went at Neca's house to view the island we were supposed to visit (hanggang tingin na lang). Then we went back at 6pm and had our dinner a little later. We have to hurry and get busy with our assay because we still have 4 batches left. After finishing the 2nd batch--administered with atropine--we found out we weren't able to weigh our extract, thus we could no longer continue. That one sucked all the energy we have left. It's barely midnight and we're still on the go to finish 2 more batches. Even we still want to, we no longer couldn't go further. So we decided to hit the covers and went to sleep. Tomorrow is another day. We could only hope and pray that we can finish everything the next day.
Sunday was our last day at Ajuy. Tita Anabel even offered to bring us to the island even the party is over IF, only IF, we finish our task at luch time. And so, that was our energy booster. We started at 8am and finished EVRYTHING at 12! Exactly what Tita Anabel asked us to. And so, as promised, Tita brought us to that island. We left the house and loaded the vessel to take us to the place to be around 1:30 pm, or so. We reached our destination after half an hour. We have finally stepped to the island they call Marbuena. We we're even given the oppurtunity to tour the whole island (since it's not that big), took photos and videos while hiking (some paths we're really a little steep), had snack after the hike and went swimming right after. Since we don't have enought time, we went home drenched around 3:30 (because we still have to catch a bus to take us home). When we reached their house, we hurriedly cleaned ourselves, said our thank yous and bid our good-byes to everyone. The time has now come for us to leave. We're all so thankful that despite some mishap and the rush, we we're able to accomplish what we should finish during our weekend stay at Ajuy. Not to mention that the almost-not-fulfilled-trip to Marbuena was fulfilled. Weehee!
Monday, September 28, 2009
can you count your blessings?
It was an ordinary Sunday morning when i received a text message:
"In a class, the teacher asked her students to give an example of things that can't be counted. One student answered WATER. Another one answered SAND. The teacher noticed that everybody was participating except for one. She called his attention and asked the same question. 'What things can't be counted?'. The student then stood up and answered, 'BLESSINGS!'. Have you tried counting yours?"
The message may seem ordinary, but if you ponder about it you'll realize the meaning beyond the words of the innocent child.
Most of us if asked if we could count our blessings would probably answer yes. In my case, I even tried counted some, and then I lost count. We may not be aware of it, but every minute of the day, we are receiving so much blessings. Most of the time, we overlook little things that we only count on the big ones as blessings. We would even sometimes forget to thank the Lord for the little things that happen to us--like a smile from a loved one, or a tap from a friend. Despite our heedlessness, God has never forgotten us. He is always there for us.
As of this time, I have a few things I would like to thank God for. I may type a lot, but when you try to equate it, it would only measure a small percentage of all the blessings I have received since the day my Mom gave birth to me. Just as the text message implied, we cannot count our blessings, nor we can measure them.
Here are the few things I felt so thankful right this very hour:
*I'm still alive and breathing ( I just had a recent asthma attack last Friday)
*Everyone that is dear to me are still alive
*My Lola's pacemaker still keeps her in good shape
*Everyone I treasure are safe
*My sister has adjusted already on her new school (she just transferred)
*I passed my exams (whew!)
*My family are still intact (there are a lot of broken families out there)
*I have plenty of friends! (here and abroad)
*I am in my graduating year
*I just got my allowance
*I traveled across the sea safe and sound
*I am able to enjoy life
*We have a semi stay-in helper
*Mom still gets to work despite her condition
*Papa remains enthusiastic despite our present problems
*We never forget to hold on to prayer
*That a lot of people value me
*My previous classmates still recognize me
*Those that don't like me doesn't have plans on killing me (i presume.hah!)
*Those people who are willing to protect me
*That my rhinitis are off now
*That sembreak is fast approaching
*I am valued
*I am cared for
*I am loved
There's a lot more. But it will take me forever to list every single thing down. See? That just proves that you really can't count the things you're so thankful for.
"In a class, the teacher asked her students to give an example of things that can't be counted. One student answered WATER. Another one answered SAND. The teacher noticed that everybody was participating except for one. She called his attention and asked the same question. 'What things can't be counted?'. The student then stood up and answered, 'BLESSINGS!'. Have you tried counting yours?"
The message may seem ordinary, but if you ponder about it you'll realize the meaning beyond the words of the innocent child.
Most of us if asked if we could count our blessings would probably answer yes. In my case, I even tried counted some, and then I lost count. We may not be aware of it, but every minute of the day, we are receiving so much blessings. Most of the time, we overlook little things that we only count on the big ones as blessings. We would even sometimes forget to thank the Lord for the little things that happen to us--like a smile from a loved one, or a tap from a friend. Despite our heedlessness, God has never forgotten us. He is always there for us.
As of this time, I have a few things I would like to thank God for. I may type a lot, but when you try to equate it, it would only measure a small percentage of all the blessings I have received since the day my Mom gave birth to me. Just as the text message implied, we cannot count our blessings, nor we can measure them.
Here are the few things I felt so thankful right this very hour:
*I'm still alive and breathing ( I just had a recent asthma attack last Friday)
*Everyone that is dear to me are still alive
*My Lola's pacemaker still keeps her in good shape
*Everyone I treasure are safe
*My sister has adjusted already on her new school (she just transferred)
*I passed my exams (whew!)
*My family are still intact (there are a lot of broken families out there)
*I have plenty of friends! (here and abroad)
*I am in my graduating year
*I just got my allowance
*I traveled across the sea safe and sound
*I am able to enjoy life
*We have a semi stay-in helper
*Mom still gets to work despite her condition
*Papa remains enthusiastic despite our present problems
*We never forget to hold on to prayer
*That a lot of people value me
*My previous classmates still recognize me
*Those that don't like me doesn't have plans on killing me (i presume.hah!)
*Those people who are willing to protect me
*That my rhinitis are off now
*That sembreak is fast approaching
*I am valued
*I am cared for
*I am loved
There's a lot more. But it will take me forever to list every single thing down. See? That just proves that you really can't count the things you're so thankful for.
Monday, September 21, 2009
it happened again..
it was three years ago when this jogging issue happened..i dunno if my friends could still remember it.. way back summer 2006, during one ordinary day of april, my comrades and i (the y0c'mon to be specific) planned on a scheduled jogging activity. we we're to bring the bikes, skateboard and basketball to fully equip our "physical activity". but unfortunately, the wimpy one (that's me) was forbidden to go out on the said day. well, being a very optimistic and stubborn 'little kid', i did not lose hope. i did not inform my mates that i wasn't permitted so that they would still come knocking at our gate in the wee hours the next day. at 4am on the said day, i was awake already (getting things done, hoping that if my folks would see me being responsible of waking up early, they's let me go). i was almost done when Papa woke up and told me not to bother getting ready anymore 'coz i won't be going anywhere. i got what he meant, i'll leave and get grounded or i'll stay and could still hang with my buddies in the afternoon. of course i chose the latter. i immediately ringed my friends not to bother going at my house anymore 'coz i won't be going. they insisted of asking permission from my folks, but i refused. i already made a choice. though they didn't want to go without me, they still pursued the plan ( and don't want to ruin it anyway, so i said just enjoy and we'll still be able to catch up). right then, i went back to bed (but wasn't able to go to sleep until breakfast was ready).
what happened to me this time was somewhat similar to that three years ago. it is about a jogging activity (again). this time, with my 'little' cousins who've grown much much bigger than i am. i was suppose to went jogging with a bunch of sportees--a basketball player, taekwondo player, badminton player, etc. but i, being a 'wimpy' one, wasn't alone either. i have with me a my fellow sleeper and lazy walker. but despite of my effort being the one to 'organize' the plan, i was still not permitted, AGAIN. (poor lil sister, she won't be able to go out with me, she might have wished then i wasn't home home 'coz perhaps he might have been allowed..=P). Papa thought that my sis and i were 'brainwashed' by our beloved 'healthy and fit' cousins to join them. he sermoned me again about me being sickly (does he always have to remind me about that? oh well, Papa just cares for me so badly). and so the same choice i made three years ago. thus, the plan was postponed (they can re-schedule anytime they want anyway). yet, another jogging activity was initiated by Papa. the four of us (Mama, Papa, Tin2 and I), went walking early in the morning at my aunt's house (which is so not far away), played with the dogs and used the skipping rope and had a bountiful morning meal. isn't that nice?
after all of these, i did not regret those choices i've. well, yeah i did quite ponder those 'what ifs'..but i couldn't go back anymore. i have moved ahead and i'm glad that i did not have any bitter moments from my past 'physical activities'. Let's jog!
what happened to me this time was somewhat similar to that three years ago. it is about a jogging activity (again). this time, with my 'little' cousins who've grown much much bigger than i am. i was suppose to went jogging with a bunch of sportees--a basketball player, taekwondo player, badminton player, etc. but i, being a 'wimpy' one, wasn't alone either. i have with me a my fellow sleeper and lazy walker. but despite of my effort being the one to 'organize' the plan, i was still not permitted, AGAIN. (poor lil sister, she won't be able to go out with me, she might have wished then i wasn't home home 'coz perhaps he might have been allowed..=P). Papa thought that my sis and i were 'brainwashed' by our beloved 'healthy and fit' cousins to join them. he sermoned me again about me being sickly (does he always have to remind me about that? oh well, Papa just cares for me so badly). and so the same choice i made three years ago. thus, the plan was postponed (they can re-schedule anytime they want anyway). yet, another jogging activity was initiated by Papa. the four of us (Mama, Papa, Tin2 and I), went walking early in the morning at my aunt's house (which is so not far away), played with the dogs and used the skipping rope and had a bountiful morning meal. isn't that nice?
after all of these, i did not regret those choices i've. well, yeah i did quite ponder those 'what ifs'..but i couldn't go back anymore. i have moved ahead and i'm glad that i did not have any bitter moments from my past 'physical activities'. Let's jog!
Saturday, August 29, 2009
the long weekend
Last Thursday (Aug.20), we had our first midterm exam with Doc Suma at 3pm. i was actually planning to go home right after the exam and take the last trip goingto Bacolod at 5:15pm. unluckily, i answered the exam quite longer than i should have, so i then decided take the first trip on the next day.
At 5:30 am on the 21st, i was already getting ready. i already packed my stuff last night so i was not really like in a hurry. i was just quite concerned with the rabbits because i am bringing them home with me. i was supposed to get a permit or something for them to be able to be carried by the vessel to take us home. but since i don't know where to get those stuff and i just have a few minutes left, what i did was put them inside a Winnie the Pooh paper bag and pretended to be just bringing a "normal" stuff in a paper bag. (clever, ain't it?)
So, we got arrived home around 8:30 am. i let out a sigh of relief as i stepped at the doorstep because of two things: first, i wasn't caught bringing animals with me without permit and second, i am finally home again..i always feel so good when i'm at home ("there's no place like home" is very true indeed). the rabbits we're glad to be home as well. they first looked around the place because they were not familiar yet. but after half an hour or so, they were already running everywhere. they were very welcome at home. papa even built them a new cage.
Being home doesn't only mean staying at the house. well, i have to check on a few people, not to mention my dearest uncle and aunts who just live in a baranngay next to ours. i always visit them as often as i could everytime i go home. i went there together with my sister and chatted until dark. then, i also went around the town plaza just to see what i've missed. it's been a while since i hang out there.
Right now, while i type all these nonsense, i feel like going home. but since i can't, due to some unfinished tasks for our research, i have to spare this weekend. i'll be home again next week anyway, if not next week, then the next next week or the week after the net next week. i just have to go home 'coz i wanna be home..i miss home.
At 5:30 am on the 21st, i was already getting ready. i already packed my stuff last night so i was not really like in a hurry. i was just quite concerned with the rabbits because i am bringing them home with me. i was supposed to get a permit or something for them to be able to be carried by the vessel to take us home. but since i don't know where to get those stuff and i just have a few minutes left, what i did was put them inside a Winnie the Pooh paper bag and pretended to be just bringing a "normal" stuff in a paper bag. (clever, ain't it?)
So, we got arrived home around 8:30 am. i let out a sigh of relief as i stepped at the doorstep because of two things: first, i wasn't caught bringing animals with me without permit and second, i am finally home again..i always feel so good when i'm at home ("there's no place like home" is very true indeed). the rabbits we're glad to be home as well. they first looked around the place because they were not familiar yet. but after half an hour or so, they were already running everywhere. they were very welcome at home. papa even built them a new cage.
Being home doesn't only mean staying at the house. well, i have to check on a few people, not to mention my dearest uncle and aunts who just live in a baranngay next to ours. i always visit them as often as i could everytime i go home. i went there together with my sister and chatted until dark. then, i also went around the town plaza just to see what i've missed. it's been a while since i hang out there.
Right now, while i type all these nonsense, i feel like going home. but since i can't, due to some unfinished tasks for our research, i have to spare this weekend. i'll be home again next week anyway, if not next week, then the next next week or the week after the net next week. i just have to go home 'coz i wanna be home..i miss home.
Friday, July 31, 2009
i wonder how does it feel to be younger..
'younger' here connotes to be someone who has an older brother or sister. i am the eldest in the family with only one sibling. we have 7 years age gap which may explain why i keep on wondering. to start with, i was so excited to reach home form long hours of travel from iloilo-bacolod-manapla. i arrived at home somehow tired but is still able to move around. i decided to take a shower then went to our (my sister and mine's) room to turn the laptop on and start tapping ( i feel so free to use the lappy al by myselfsince my lil sis wasn't home..she was out for some research or something). but i was shocked when i saw the study table empty. i went to check her closet, not a good sign. then i went to ask mom where the heck is the laptop. then, just as i thought, she brought it with her (how clever of her). but mom said she needed to bring it for the research (for Pete's sake, doesn't her other classmates have copmuters at home? and not to mention that they're only mere 1st year HIGHSCHOOL students). but then, i realized she's all grown up now. and i have to admit that i depended on her stuff while i left mine in iloilo (teh kay kabug-at bala magbit2 mo..matabok pako bi sa dagat!). well then, to comfort myself, i ate almost every little chocolate i saw in the refrigerator (no worries with the diabetes). then, i slept in my mom's room just because i feel like it (papa was at work still).
the next day, it still rained all day so we have to stay at home. good thing,my dearest sister arrived early (even before i got out of bed). so i asked her if i could borrow her lappy for the whole day, and thank goodness she agreed because she has to get back to school in the afternoon because of some sort of 'make-up class', she says. yet to my dismay, after i sined in to facebook, plurk and the like, the electricity went out and the battery wasn't even full yet. all i did was try to fit everything i wanted to do in just a matter of a few minutes. so, i was feeling sad then the whole day. but not until dinner because papa came (he always makes my day).
then, out of nowhere, i came to ask them why they allowed my sister to do an overnight research in her friend's house. i remembered my sister telling me that my higshcool frind told her that, "kadaya cmu, c manang mo ya sang una third year na kag gnsugtan!"..exactly! it kept me puzled for a while that there are a lot of stuff that she gets to experience ahead of time if compared to my case. i am not really jealous or something, but i can't help but ask. well, i never questioned the love our parents showed us. it's just that my stubborn thoughts kept bugging me. yet, i came to think what's it like to be in here shoes. mama and papa is always around for her, unlike me who is nautical miles away from home. she gets to see what happens to my life in some point, may it be a milestone or a crash. she gets to learn from my own personal experiences. and she's able to avoid the mistakes i've done that could possibly also happen to her. isn't it nice? but then, i still want my life. i love being me and the way i am. it's just that my brain is kinda' malfunctioning that my thoughts have gone astray.
the next day, it still rained all day so we have to stay at home. good thing,my dearest sister arrived early (even before i got out of bed). so i asked her if i could borrow her lappy for the whole day, and thank goodness she agreed because she has to get back to school in the afternoon because of some sort of 'make-up class', she says. yet to my dismay, after i sined in to facebook, plurk and the like, the electricity went out and the battery wasn't even full yet. all i did was try to fit everything i wanted to do in just a matter of a few minutes. so, i was feeling sad then the whole day. but not until dinner because papa came (he always makes my day).
then, out of nowhere, i came to ask them why they allowed my sister to do an overnight research in her friend's house. i remembered my sister telling me that my higshcool frind told her that, "kadaya cmu, c manang mo ya sang una third year na kag gnsugtan!"..exactly! it kept me puzled for a while that there are a lot of stuff that she gets to experience ahead of time if compared to my case. i am not really jealous or something, but i can't help but ask. well, i never questioned the love our parents showed us. it's just that my stubborn thoughts kept bugging me. yet, i came to think what's it like to be in here shoes. mama and papa is always around for her, unlike me who is nautical miles away from home. she gets to see what happens to my life in some point, may it be a milestone or a crash. she gets to learn from my own personal experiences. and she's able to avoid the mistakes i've done that could possibly also happen to her. isn't it nice? but then, i still want my life. i love being me and the way i am. it's just that my brain is kinda' malfunctioning that my thoughts have gone astray.
Thursday, July 23, 2009
talk about obsessesion..
how do you define obsession? according to an online dictionary, it is the domination of one's thoughts or feelings by a persistent idea, image, desire, etc. well, i may say that i have this idea that i am not just into harry potter, i am honestly and pathetically obsessed with daniel radcliife.
what can i say? i can't help it, can i? oh well. there's nothing wrong about it anyway. it's just that some people think i'm being childish or something. FYI, am already 20 and i am no more a kid. my parents support me of my "obsession" and my friends truly understands me regarding it as well. my suitors even think it's brilliant because they see it as a good omen because they think i'm basing my standards for an ideal guy with dan (oh well, am guilty as charged).
let's put ut this way, everyone has his/her own obsession. mine just comes in a little bit silly but this is who i am. for people who don't understand me, you're not worth my attention, much more my friendship (wah! suplading..i sound so cruel). a happy2 birthday again to dan! weee!
what can i say? i can't help it, can i? oh well. there's nothing wrong about it anyway. it's just that some people think i'm being childish or something. FYI, am already 20 and i am no more a kid. my parents support me of my "obsession" and my friends truly understands me regarding it as well. my suitors even think it's brilliant because they see it as a good omen because they think i'm basing my standards for an ideal guy with dan (oh well, am guilty as charged).
let's put ut this way, everyone has his/her own obsession. mine just comes in a little bit silly but this is who i am. for people who don't understand me, you're not worth my attention, much more my friendship (wah! suplading..i sound so cruel). a happy2 birthday again to dan! weee!
Saturday, July 18, 2009
umbrella..
oh here comes the rainy days. i have always had this little i-don't-like-the-rain attitude since then. why? it's because when i was younger, my 'rents won't let me play outside, even just in the balcony (kay ma-ambihan ko knu..haaay). and even the rain has already stopped, i am still not allowed to go out, 'coz i'll just get myself dirty and icky when i'll play where mud is everywhere. and so, i learned to somehow hate the rain afterwards. not because of those not so unlkely memories but because of my own maarte reasons. Here are some:
during my younger years..
1) i'll have to bring a lot of stuff (my raingear--raincoat,umbrella,etc) in going to school
2) the soles of my shoes always gets covered with mud (despite my utmost care)
3) i don't get to play at my cousins' (even their house are just a few steps away from ours)
4) i always have to stay indoors (and sometimes watch other children play under the rain)
5) i once sneaked and played in the rain and got sick..i never did it again right then
during my older years to the present..
1) i feel like bringing an umbrella is a burden
2) i don't like it when my shoes get wet (including my socks sometimes)
3) i can't go out 'coz i don't wanna get drenched
4) i hate staying indoors when i've had plans outside
5) i usually get attacked by my asthma on cold season
so, those were my reasons then. Silly aren't they? But i also have good insights about the rain though.
*family bonding (movie marathon and the like)
*Mom doesn't have to water her plants anymore
*if chores requires being outside, then it's cancelled for you and is then assigned to the keeper (haha!)
*it's nice to eat sweets when it's cold..i just dunno why
*i love to sleep..Zzzz
oh well, rain isn't so bad afterall. but since i just lost my umbrella (my 7th one i think since my 1st yr in the university), i'll have to buy a new one..again. how much will it cost me again? my papa is no longer giving me extra money for this (how many times have i asked for a lost/broken umbrella? oh i dunno). now mama tells me not to lost it if i am able to get a new one (she's told me that several times already. i have a few choices in mind. i hope you could help me choose.
-buy a cheap one, like those that cost a 100 or less
-look for missing umbrellas and claim it! Hah!
-get one of those long and big umbrellas at home
-share a common umbrella to my roomie (she has one and we live in the same room anyway)
-buy an automatic one (i've been always fond of them)
-none of the above
weee..i hope i'll be able to figure out what to do SOON..the rainy days ain't over yet i may say.
during my younger years..
1) i'll have to bring a lot of stuff (my raingear--raincoat,umbrella,etc) in going to school
2) the soles of my shoes always gets covered with mud (despite my utmost care)
3) i don't get to play at my cousins' (even their house are just a few steps away from ours)
4) i always have to stay indoors (and sometimes watch other children play under the rain)
5) i once sneaked and played in the rain and got sick..i never did it again right then
during my older years to the present..
1) i feel like bringing an umbrella is a burden
2) i don't like it when my shoes get wet (including my socks sometimes)
3) i can't go out 'coz i don't wanna get drenched
4) i hate staying indoors when i've had plans outside
5) i usually get attacked by my asthma on cold season
so, those were my reasons then. Silly aren't they? But i also have good insights about the rain though.
*family bonding (movie marathon and the like)
*Mom doesn't have to water her plants anymore
*if chores requires being outside, then it's cancelled for you and is then assigned to the keeper (haha!)
*it's nice to eat sweets when it's cold..i just dunno why
*i love to sleep..Zzzz
oh well, rain isn't so bad afterall. but since i just lost my umbrella (my 7th one i think since my 1st yr in the university), i'll have to buy a new one..again. how much will it cost me again? my papa is no longer giving me extra money for this (how many times have i asked for a lost/broken umbrella? oh i dunno). now mama tells me not to lost it if i am able to get a new one (she's told me that several times already. i have a few choices in mind. i hope you could help me choose.
-buy a cheap one, like those that cost a 100 or less
-look for missing umbrellas and claim it! Hah!
-get one of those long and big umbrellas at home
-share a common umbrella to my roomie (she has one and we live in the same room anyway)
-buy an automatic one (i've been always fond of them)
-none of the above
weee..i hope i'll be able to figure out what to do SOON..the rainy days ain't over yet i may say.
Thursday, July 16, 2009
harry potter and the half-blood prince
i'm someone you can refer to as one of those number one fans..oh yeah..i'm not ashamed of that..as a matter of fact I AM PROUD to be one. don't care what other people might think or say. well, just as i told you in my previous post..i already watched the 6th movie. again, i still can't recover from the fact that after years of waiting i saw him again in the big screen. it takes long for what was really happening to sink in. as usual, i feel like i'm floating or something. haha! i have always been this way the day i realized i was not just a fan..i was so into it..i live by it, really. the movie was good as it always was since the first, but what WE always comment about it remained redundant since then--kabitin guid! but then again, i don't care. as long as i enjoyed the movie, i'm happy with it. but i would have been happier if a lot of battle of the wands have been aired in the movie. well at least there were some. i am still happy. YES. VERY.
premiere
how long has it been the last time i posted? oh i don't remember. and i hate to recall it. i've been busy like hell since the classes started. i even got sick--as in sick again--because of pressure perhaps. i dunno. but it seems like my world has been covered up with stuff that would seem to suffocate me sometimes. i may have the power to choose what i wanted to do, but my course demands a lot that i don't seem to have a choice (if you know what i mean).
right now, instead of preparing for the upcoming prelim exams, i'm going out to watch my much awaited movie of the year..none other than but his movie--Harry Potter and the Half-blood Prince. i don't care if it's raining cats and dogs outside. what i'm after for is to watch the movie premiere..no doubt to it. so, see you in front of the big screen then? i'll share bunch of silly stories about the movie after i watch it. adios!
right now, instead of preparing for the upcoming prelim exams, i'm going out to watch my much awaited movie of the year..none other than but his movie--Harry Potter and the Half-blood Prince. i don't care if it's raining cats and dogs outside. what i'm after for is to watch the movie premiere..no doubt to it. so, see you in front of the big screen then? i'll share bunch of silly stories about the movie after i watch it. adios!
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
at last..
I’m back at last. It’s been long since I wasn’t able to share my silly stories. I am finally home. After a month of being isolated in the soils of Pampanga, I’m home at last. I missed home so much.
It was a Saturday, 2nd of May, around 4 in the morning, when I left home going to the airport. I don’t want to miss the first flight so I woke up really early. It was like I was going somewhere very far that bunch of family sent me—there was my papa, mama, sister, and 3 cousins. I wasn’t excited to go, but I wasn’t sad either. I just feel a little tired still because I just finished my 360 hours duty in the hospital on the 30th, a matter of 24 hours ago before I left for Pampanga. Yet, I must continue for me to be able to finish another round of 200 hours for my manufacturing internship. We were like superhumans, jumping from one internship to another without having a short break. What can we do? That’s what we’re bound to, and we don’t have any other choice but to risk and accept the challenge (as if ano gid nga challenge..lol). So, off we went to Pampanga.
And now I'm officially back. Seeing the faces of the family I left that day (daw diin gid ko bi nagkadto), has swept off all my tiredness away. I was suppose to come home during our birthday (mine and papa's), but I wasn't able to do so due to the delay of our papers. It was our first time to celebrate our specials days separately--he at home, and me in Manila with my dear cousins. We might have celebrated our birthdays islands apart, we're still together in our hearts. And now that I'm home is the very best time to catch up.
I don’t want to spoil this little but great vacation of mine by retelling my story from the day I stepped on the island of Luzon until the day I left. I may be a little selfish but I’ll leave those stories for my next posts. I wanted to fill this spot with much more posts. Haha! For the meantime, this will be all. I am just glad to share that I am so happy, glad, joyful, that I am now in my bed, comfortably seated while tapping the keyboards. This is what I call home. What more can I ask for?
It was a Saturday, 2nd of May, around 4 in the morning, when I left home going to the airport. I don’t want to miss the first flight so I woke up really early. It was like I was going somewhere very far that bunch of family sent me—there was my papa, mama, sister, and 3 cousins. I wasn’t excited to go, but I wasn’t sad either. I just feel a little tired still because I just finished my 360 hours duty in the hospital on the 30th, a matter of 24 hours ago before I left for Pampanga. Yet, I must continue for me to be able to finish another round of 200 hours for my manufacturing internship. We were like superhumans, jumping from one internship to another without having a short break. What can we do? That’s what we’re bound to, and we don’t have any other choice but to risk and accept the challenge (as if ano gid nga challenge..lol). So, off we went to Pampanga.
And now I'm officially back. Seeing the faces of the family I left that day (daw diin gid ko bi nagkadto), has swept off all my tiredness away. I was suppose to come home during our birthday (mine and papa's), but I wasn't able to do so due to the delay of our papers. It was our first time to celebrate our specials days separately--he at home, and me in Manila with my dear cousins. We might have celebrated our birthdays islands apart, we're still together in our hearts. And now that I'm home is the very best time to catch up.
I don’t want to spoil this little but great vacation of mine by retelling my story from the day I stepped on the island of Luzon until the day I left. I may be a little selfish but I’ll leave those stories for my next posts. I wanted to fill this spot with much more posts. Haha! For the meantime, this will be all. I am just glad to share that I am so happy, glad, joyful, that I am now in my bed, comfortably seated while tapping the keyboards. This is what I call home. What more can I ask for?
Monday, April 20, 2009
keeping up..
A shoutout posted in friendster:
"i can't seem to keep up..please wait"
Time really do move fast. People even move faster along with time. And as people race with the fast pace of life, I am somewhat left behind. I am not just talking about my life--but my social life and cyberworld life. It's just that I feel like a dumb loser whenever I hear news of other people having a great time with their vacation, or enjoying every minute in front of their monitors surfing the vastness of the web. And me? Well, I'm just around. Trying as much as possible to keep up. During my night shift duty, I have to wake up at 5pm to get ready for my 7pm duty.that'll end in the next 12 hours, 7am. While during my morning shift, i have to wake up at 5am and get ready for my 7am duty. I always have to wake up much earlier because i move like a dope (no wonder i'm always late).
Duty--that's where my whole life revolves as of the moment. Maybe,my whole life does, but not my whole time. I am gonna tell you a secret but we should keep it for. Sometimes, whenever I can. I still go to the malls after or before my duty. I just need a little scent of the mall and I'd be fine. Better if I could grab a little something for me to buy. But that's not just it, I also spend much more time in my laptop. What keeps me going despite the energyless-frail-and-so-totally-tired human body? Nothing. Just tid bits of news of family and friends whom I could just see in the pictures they post online. I am always happy to hear a little, much better, more about them. The web truly helps people connect without seeing each other across the globe. I am also updating my accounts (plenty of accounts,haha!). Now you're wondering how am I able to do these stuff with another 12hours remaining for my day? Simple. Don't sleep.
So, for what purpose did I post this blog? That is to help me give a life to my sulken life. Please pay a visit to one of these links, and I'd be happier if you breathe to it and give a life. Thanks a bunch!
http://profiles.friendster.com/yamzcute
http://profiles.friendster.com/yamziee
http://profiles.friendster.com/yamz03
http://yummie03.multiply.com
http://www.facebook.com/people/Maimai-Encabo/1373337600
http://www.plurk.com/yamitah
http://www.encabo.tk
"i can't seem to keep up..please wait"
Time really do move fast. People even move faster along with time. And as people race with the fast pace of life, I am somewhat left behind. I am not just talking about my life--but my social life and cyberworld life. It's just that I feel like a dumb loser whenever I hear news of other people having a great time with their vacation, or enjoying every minute in front of their monitors surfing the vastness of the web. And me? Well, I'm just around. Trying as much as possible to keep up. During my night shift duty, I have to wake up at 5pm to get ready for my 7pm duty.that'll end in the next 12 hours, 7am. While during my morning shift, i have to wake up at 5am and get ready for my 7am duty. I always have to wake up much earlier because i move like a dope (no wonder i'm always late).
Duty--that's where my whole life revolves as of the moment. Maybe,my whole life does, but not my whole time. I am gonna tell you a secret but we should keep it for. Sometimes, whenever I can. I still go to the malls after or before my duty. I just need a little scent of the mall and I'd be fine. Better if I could grab a little something for me to buy. But that's not just it, I also spend much more time in my laptop. What keeps me going despite the energyless-frail-and-so-totally-tired human body? Nothing. Just tid bits of news of family and friends whom I could just see in the pictures they post online. I am always happy to hear a little, much better, more about them. The web truly helps people connect without seeing each other across the globe. I am also updating my accounts (plenty of accounts,haha!). Now you're wondering how am I able to do these stuff with another 12hours remaining for my day? Simple. Don't sleep.
So, for what purpose did I post this blog? That is to help me give a life to my sulken life. Please pay a visit to one of these links, and I'd be happier if you breathe to it and give a life. Thanks a bunch!
http://profiles.friendster.com/yamzcute
http://profiles.friendster.com/yamziee
http://profiles.friendster.com/yamz03
http://yummie03.multiply.com
http://www.facebook.com/people/Maimai-Encabo/1373337600
http://www.plurk.com/yamitah
http://www.encabo.tk
Sunday, April 5, 2009
code red..
Emergency..
Decode..decode..
I need back up..
Only 3 days passed from the last time I posted. And here I am again, writing..err..typing rather, whatever nonsense escapes my thoughts. the title might seem serious, but it isn't. i couldn't just think of an appropriate title for my blog. I just actually copied it from my Apr5 Daily Journal for Internship title.
Code red..sounds serious,huh? In military, it means an emergency situation requiring immediate action or a term for highest authority action given primarily in extermination by all means necessary. Such a harsh term, right? Well, in my vocabulary, it is something like an emergency case that needs only a little authority action and doesn't involve any extermination blah blah of whatever at all. By all means, it just needs an immediate action perhaps.
Red. Color of the blood. My blog has something to do with it either. Blood stain. Any guess?
Yeah..you got it!
I had my period and I wasn't able to bring an extra sanitary because I wasn't expecting a heavy flow (sorry for guys who cannot relate). I was in a middle of business in dealing with my patients, receiving and filling prescriptions here and there, when the incident happened. One of my "colleagues" noticed the stain in lower back portion of my pants and informed me. I was alarmed then. I dunno what to do since my supposed to be punch out time is still 3 log hours away. Fortunately, an angel sent from heaven, by the name of Ma'am Angel, taught me something that I will forever keep with me. That is, a simple trick that will let the stain disappear in a matter of 5 minutes without washing it. All you need is just a ball of cotton and a hydrogen peroxide. And viola! The stain's gone! (For more information, seek help from others. I will not teach you how...hahaha). Besides saving me from walking around with shame, she also lent me a sanitary so that I could change. My day was actually ruined partially during the morning. And because of waht happened to me, I started to believe that not all days which started not-so-good-at-all will get worse, rather, it can still get better if you just believe, especially when you keep believing.
So much for the red stuff in here. My uniform has already been saved from the curse of red stain. Thanks to the magic and wonders brought by the hydrogen peroxide and the skills of manipulation by Ma'am Angel. I am truly blessed. Gracias!
Decode..decode..
I need back up..
Only 3 days passed from the last time I posted. And here I am again, writing..err..typing rather, whatever nonsense escapes my thoughts. the title might seem serious, but it isn't. i couldn't just think of an appropriate title for my blog. I just actually copied it from my Apr5 Daily Journal for Internship title.
Code red..sounds serious,huh? In military, it means an emergency situation requiring immediate action or a term for highest authority action given primarily in extermination by all means necessary. Such a harsh term, right? Well, in my vocabulary, it is something like an emergency case that needs only a little authority action and doesn't involve any extermination blah blah of whatever at all. By all means, it just needs an immediate action perhaps.
Red. Color of the blood. My blog has something to do with it either. Blood stain. Any guess?
Yeah..you got it!
I had my period and I wasn't able to bring an extra sanitary because I wasn't expecting a heavy flow (sorry for guys who cannot relate). I was in a middle of business in dealing with my patients, receiving and filling prescriptions here and there, when the incident happened. One of my "colleagues" noticed the stain in lower back portion of my pants and informed me. I was alarmed then. I dunno what to do since my supposed to be punch out time is still 3 log hours away. Fortunately, an angel sent from heaven, by the name of Ma'am Angel, taught me something that I will forever keep with me. That is, a simple trick that will let the stain disappear in a matter of 5 minutes without washing it. All you need is just a ball of cotton and a hydrogen peroxide. And viola! The stain's gone! (For more information, seek help from others. I will not teach you how...hahaha). Besides saving me from walking around with shame, she also lent me a sanitary so that I could change. My day was actually ruined partially during the morning. And because of waht happened to me, I started to believe that not all days which started not-so-good-at-all will get worse, rather, it can still get better if you just believe, especially when you keep believing.
So much for the red stuff in here. My uniform has already been saved from the curse of red stain. Thanks to the magic and wonders brought by the hydrogen peroxide and the skills of manipulation by Ma'am Angel. I am truly blessed. Gracias!
Thursday, April 2, 2009
type..pause..delete..
it's been ages that i haven't posted a blog. to be exact, the last time i posted was the 9th of march (if i'm not mistaken). i dunno what happened to me exactly. i've been dying to post a blog (since this is one way of expressing myself), but what have i got? nothing. everytime i positioned myself in front of the screen, placing my bare little fingers in the keyboards, my mind just goes blank. what the heck! am i losing my mentality? or whatever it is? is this a sign that i am truly one of those beings who will end up in an assylum soon? (hala! la gid nagsala si Mama, me bata gid man sa nga manug..uhmm..you know..LOL). i really wanted to share a lot of stuff but whenever i have the chance (which is very rare to visit), i'm losing it. i would type a few words and then i'll pause for a while, then delete the whole thing right after. i can't even remember exactly what are those stuff that i tried to type and patch. it seems like i have forgotten everything just after i pressed the delete button.
so, what have i got? a lot, of course. it's almost a month that i haven't shared to the world what has been happening in my life. the last thing they knew about me, is that i am in grief ('coz of my friends migrating to the States). well, to update everyone, i am very much alive and breathing. Here's a little checklist:
health: not so healthy, was recently attacked by asthma
happiness: overjoyed
heart: much loved..never unloved ('kalon! LOL)
as of now, there's something at the back of my head that i wanted to share yet i can't seem to connect the pieces. all i see is a blur vision (as if i'm having this weird vision thing). it seems like my soon-to-be-sent-in-the-assylum syndrome is attacking me. i better end this one before i manage to delete everything. screw this. this is all for now. ciao!
so, what have i got? a lot, of course. it's almost a month that i haven't shared to the world what has been happening in my life. the last thing they knew about me, is that i am in grief ('coz of my friends migrating to the States). well, to update everyone, i am very much alive and breathing. Here's a little checklist:
health: not so healthy, was recently attacked by asthma
happiness: overjoyed
heart: much loved..never unloved ('kalon! LOL)
as of now, there's something at the back of my head that i wanted to share yet i can't seem to connect the pieces. all i see is a blur vision (as if i'm having this weird vision thing). it seems like my soon-to-be-sent-in-the-assylum syndrome is attacking me. i better end this one before i manage to delete everything. screw this. this is all for now. ciao!
Monday, March 9, 2009
the goodbye..
Here’s a bulletin I posted to friendster on Mar.08,2009.
Subject: so, this is goodbye then..
Message:
i still can't get over it..
kept thinking about it..
i'm trying to recover..
but i can't seem to get myself to it..
but this is reality, ain't it?
we all have to move on and accept it..
That afternoon on the very same day, I went to the airport along with MommyEmz, Delia, Sally, Pj and nongResty to send Jom2 and Kuya. They’re bound to fly off to the States around 4:00. We were happily seated chit chatting. We actually went there 4 hours earlier so that we’ll have time to get things through. We were all laughing and smiling until they went inside around 2:30 that the atmosphere changed a bit. They promised to be back after they would be able to get things done with their flight, like all the weighing of their luggage and stuff. And then, they’re back after a short while. I felt kinda sick then.
Before that “sickening” feeling, I already knew something like that is bound to happen. That’s why I kept distance, even I would sometimes be left out of place (it is only nongResty and I who went there were not related with them by blood), but not really, MommyEmz treated us as her own for being the best friends of her kiddos. Pro mas nami tani may upod pagid ko ya eh… I kept distance daad coz’ I don’t wanna feel the urge to cry. I prefer to talk together with everyone so that I’ll feel the jolly presence with ‘em (if I know better they were also holding back their tears as much as I do). So, we were all happily seated there. BJ and JC even went there even for the last minute. They just wanted to see our friends one last time.
At 3:15, I already felt uneasy. I sat beside Jom2 while we were waiting for them to finally check in. Since I don’t want anything that would trigger my tears to fall (I promised Jom2 daad nga indi ko maghibi, nagapusta pa kmi dan ni MommyEmz kun cnu mahibi), we kept on taking pictures. I even took a picture of their plane tickets just to entertain myself. Haha! But then, the atmosphere is really different.
Then the clock ticked—it’s already 3:30. MommyEmz was already ordering them to go inside, but neither of them moved until Mommy was already pleading them. I was the first one hugged and kissed by Jom2 (I really regret not hugging so tight ‘coz I won’t be able to do it again in a matter of 4-5 years). I wasn’t able to see what others were doing right after that scene because I went on checking my phone, for whatever reason there may be, that I don’t know. Then, here’s the loser part, I saw Sally crying, while Kuya was shaking my hands saying goodbye. That’s when I began too seeing everyone. Delia and MommyEmz started to wear their sunglasses (then I cursed myself for bringing one). Nong Resty was already teary eyed. PJ looked sick. And there it goes, I just felt warm tears forming in the little corners of my eye, and then I cried. I was such a loser. Then I was the one who spread the crying spell that everyone began crying. Twas the first time I saw Kuya crying, as well as nongResty (I can tell how they feel; they’re best friends since preschool for Pete’s sake). I just bid my goodbye for the last time to Jom2, refused to hug her one more time ‘coz I might not be able to let go.
And off they go. The last scene I had with the two of them—they’re walking towards the door and I came rushing with my cam, still teary eyed, to take a picture of them, and there, they force a smile for me. I’ll never forget that.
After the drama-rama session (which was completely embarrassing, ‘coz I was like still crying even they were already inside). BJ and JC bought me ice cream! Maybe to keep me from crying. Haha! I was like a kid, so glad to eat my ice cream and was glad to fool them as well. Haha! That was it then, twas really a bit of a good bye.
Subject: so, this is goodbye then..
Message:
i still can't get over it..
kept thinking about it..
i'm trying to recover..
but i can't seem to get myself to it..
but this is reality, ain't it?
we all have to move on and accept it..
That afternoon on the very same day, I went to the airport along with MommyEmz, Delia, Sally, Pj and nongResty to send Jom2 and Kuya. They’re bound to fly off to the States around 4:00. We were happily seated chit chatting. We actually went there 4 hours earlier so that we’ll have time to get things through. We were all laughing and smiling until they went inside around 2:30 that the atmosphere changed a bit. They promised to be back after they would be able to get things done with their flight, like all the weighing of their luggage and stuff. And then, they’re back after a short while. I felt kinda sick then.
Before that “sickening” feeling, I already knew something like that is bound to happen. That’s why I kept distance, even I would sometimes be left out of place (it is only nongResty and I who went there were not related with them by blood), but not really, MommyEmz treated us as her own for being the best friends of her kiddos. Pro mas nami tani may upod pagid ko ya eh… I kept distance daad coz’ I don’t wanna feel the urge to cry. I prefer to talk together with everyone so that I’ll feel the jolly presence with ‘em (if I know better they were also holding back their tears as much as I do). So, we were all happily seated there. BJ and JC even went there even for the last minute. They just wanted to see our friends one last time.
At 3:15, I already felt uneasy. I sat beside Jom2 while we were waiting for them to finally check in. Since I don’t want anything that would trigger my tears to fall (I promised Jom2 daad nga indi ko maghibi, nagapusta pa kmi dan ni MommyEmz kun cnu mahibi), we kept on taking pictures. I even took a picture of their plane tickets just to entertain myself. Haha! But then, the atmosphere is really different.
Then the clock ticked—it’s already 3:30. MommyEmz was already ordering them to go inside, but neither of them moved until Mommy was already pleading them. I was the first one hugged and kissed by Jom2 (I really regret not hugging so tight ‘coz I won’t be able to do it again in a matter of 4-5 years). I wasn’t able to see what others were doing right after that scene because I went on checking my phone, for whatever reason there may be, that I don’t know. Then, here’s the loser part, I saw Sally crying, while Kuya was shaking my hands saying goodbye. That’s when I began too seeing everyone. Delia and MommyEmz started to wear their sunglasses (then I cursed myself for bringing one). Nong Resty was already teary eyed. PJ looked sick. And there it goes, I just felt warm tears forming in the little corners of my eye, and then I cried. I was such a loser. Then I was the one who spread the crying spell that everyone began crying. Twas the first time I saw Kuya crying, as well as nongResty (I can tell how they feel; they’re best friends since preschool for Pete’s sake). I just bid my goodbye for the last time to Jom2, refused to hug her one more time ‘coz I might not be able to let go.
And off they go. The last scene I had with the two of them—they’re walking towards the door and I came rushing with my cam, still teary eyed, to take a picture of them, and there, they force a smile for me. I’ll never forget that.
After the drama-rama session (which was completely embarrassing, ‘coz I was like still crying even they were already inside). BJ and JC bought me ice cream! Maybe to keep me from crying. Haha! I was like a kid, so glad to eat my ice cream and was glad to fool them as well. Haha! That was it then, twas really a bit of a good bye.
Sunday, March 1, 2009
the despidida..
Despidida parties are usually enveloped by a sad, or should I say gloomy atmosphere. Well, most despididas are like that I believe, but not in our case. Who said despididas are always meant to be gloomy? Happy people like us won't fit in if such parties would ask us to carry sad faces.
28th of February, 2009. Not a very ordinary nor extraordinary day at all. Twas Xian and Jhaey's birthday (both celebrated their days by themselves without inviting me! mga tonto! well, I have my previously agreed engagements anyway). Twas as well Jom's despidida party. (Jom is one of my bestfriends, and is planning to migrate to the States with the rest of their family). I actually felt both excitement and hesitation in attending the party last Saturday. I was excited because all my peers will be gathered together even just for a little while. (Kis-a sa malaka lang kami daan matipon). I was hesitant then, because I don't wanna say goodbye. Although I was not whole heartedly willing to go, I went. I don't wanna be absent in one of the most important events in our lives (it could be considered important, perhaps). Twas not a big celebration really, just a simple gathering of important people in their lives that they wanna sepend their last days here in the Philippines with. I was very grateful that I am one of them.
Sta. Cruz resort, is where we all gathered. Not everyone decided to swim because of the scorching heat of the sun (including eem eem and me because actually, we have no idea that we are going to the beach..haha!). Eventhough we didn't have the chance to enjoy the salt water, we were not dismayed because we played in the sand--we have drawn our names, shapes and traced our footprints. We wanted the day to be memorable, so we did our best not to cry. We entertained ourselves by talking about our past memories together, both happy and sad. From first year encounter down to fourth year parting ways. We all laughed (I'll never forget those laughs from everyone, esp from Mommy Emz). I was telling myself not to crybecause I don't want them to bring with them a memory of a crying Maimai. Good thing I won over my emotions and left the resort smiling. The smile that they will remember. This face that somehow made a difference in their lives, like what they did to mine.
A battle well fought. My tears never did fall until I reached home. I really felt a bit sick holding my tears back. At least I'm doing it for a good cause. It doesn't matter if I cry or not (well maybe i'll cry on the airport, if I can go with them there). On the 8th or March, off they'll go to Oakland. Dunno when will they be back again (seems like I'm singing a song here or something..blah blah..whatever).
I'll really miss them--Momy Emz, the Mom of everyone. You never did fail to care and love us the way you did to your own children. You saw us the way we are and accepted us whole heartedly. I already lost a Mom once, and now here I am again bidding good bye to another Mom. To Kuya--though we're not that close, I know you loved us as your own siblings. We may be annoying (entering your room without permission, or using the computer even you wanted to use it already), but you accepted us. You treated us as part of your family. I really did enjoy your company. And lastly, to Jom2--you will always be my and our bestfriend. You may be miles and miles away from us, you will always be in our hearts. I'm gonna miss you badly. No words can describe how important you are to me, to us. It's like I'll be looking for a missing puzzle piece of my life until the day we will be reunited. I will truly wait for that time to come (this time, when I say wait, I'll wait..guaranteed with no complaints).
28th of February, 2009. Not a very ordinary nor extraordinary day at all. Twas Xian and Jhaey's birthday (both celebrated their days by themselves without inviting me! mga tonto! well, I have my previously agreed engagements anyway). Twas as well Jom's despidida party. (Jom is one of my bestfriends, and is planning to migrate to the States with the rest of their family). I actually felt both excitement and hesitation in attending the party last Saturday. I was excited because all my peers will be gathered together even just for a little while. (Kis-a sa malaka lang kami daan matipon). I was hesitant then, because I don't wanna say goodbye. Although I was not whole heartedly willing to go, I went. I don't wanna be absent in one of the most important events in our lives (it could be considered important, perhaps). Twas not a big celebration really, just a simple gathering of important people in their lives that they wanna sepend their last days here in the Philippines with. I was very grateful that I am one of them.
Sta. Cruz resort, is where we all gathered. Not everyone decided to swim because of the scorching heat of the sun (including eem eem and me because actually, we have no idea that we are going to the beach..haha!). Eventhough we didn't have the chance to enjoy the salt water, we were not dismayed because we played in the sand--we have drawn our names, shapes and traced our footprints. We wanted the day to be memorable, so we did our best not to cry. We entertained ourselves by talking about our past memories together, both happy and sad. From first year encounter down to fourth year parting ways. We all laughed (I'll never forget those laughs from everyone, esp from Mommy Emz). I was telling myself not to crybecause I don't want them to bring with them a memory of a crying Maimai. Good thing I won over my emotions and left the resort smiling. The smile that they will remember. This face that somehow made a difference in their lives, like what they did to mine.
A battle well fought. My tears never did fall until I reached home. I really felt a bit sick holding my tears back. At least I'm doing it for a good cause. It doesn't matter if I cry or not (well maybe i'll cry on the airport, if I can go with them there). On the 8th or March, off they'll go to Oakland. Dunno when will they be back again (seems like I'm singing a song here or something..blah blah..whatever).
I'll really miss them--Momy Emz, the Mom of everyone. You never did fail to care and love us the way you did to your own children. You saw us the way we are and accepted us whole heartedly. I already lost a Mom once, and now here I am again bidding good bye to another Mom. To Kuya--though we're not that close, I know you loved us as your own siblings. We may be annoying (entering your room without permission, or using the computer even you wanted to use it already), but you accepted us. You treated us as part of your family. I really did enjoy your company. And lastly, to Jom2--you will always be my and our bestfriend. You may be miles and miles away from us, you will always be in our hearts. I'm gonna miss you badly. No words can describe how important you are to me, to us. It's like I'll be looking for a missing puzzle piece of my life until the day we will be reunited. I will truly wait for that time to come (this time, when I say wait, I'll wait..guaranteed with no complaints).
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Prom Night
PROM! Twas over at last. I've been wanting to post a blog about it but I can't find a time for it. Now is not the right time, but my mind keeps reminding me to make one, so here I am, typing nonsense just to keep going. Although I still have loads of stuff to do (like study para sa quiz kay mamRemi buas and finish the labels for manu lab display), I would spare a few minutes for this blog to get done.
Feb.20,2008 was just an ordinary day for some, but not for the junior and senior studes of PMT. It's the date of the traditionally held event that allows the junior and senior students of the same school (or department, in our case) to mingle, get together, and turn over responsibilities along with dancing, singing, etc--in short, the Prom. It was one of the busiest day of my life (so far). Being a part of the junior council doesn't give you so much freedom to spend your time for your prom preparation alone (panu bi kay you need to prioritize gid the event than yourself otrelse you'll end up getting blamed for an unsatisfying party. Since we weren't allowed to ditch class in the morning, we still had to go to school (mayo lang la masyado ubra sa lab so there we went painting our nails and I finished my checkered-black-and-white-pattern in just a matter of 30 minutes! Thanks Doc!). After lunch, I am still undecided if what pair of shoes should I wear (dua bi ka pair ginpadala di sakon), so I just sat at the edge of my bed trying them on all over again. Thank heavens, MamSima cancelled our quiz so we were all free the whole afternoon. We (the Junior Council) were supposed to meet at Amigo but due to some circimstances, Joy2 and I came there an hour and a half later. When we get there, we thought only a few touches are to be done na lang since we all believed everything is all ready and that we'll just have a run through. But instead of seeing ALL officers, we found only 5 people including a non-officer who volunteered to helped (abi ko pa naman ara na tanan wala man gali japon, dayon ang stage la pa tapos decorate and that was a few hours away na lang sa event). Hala teh nagsinala naman kami, dugangan pa nga nagback-out ang supposed to be ma kwa sg isa ka room so that we'll have a free room, kundi yawan naman kami pangita ilisan eh! Even some weren't able to arrive still, naglakat na kmi ni joy2 ya mga 5:15 kay we still have to meet up with our stylist who has been waiting for us around 4:30 pa. Cram!
Instead of starting at 6:30 or 7:00 perhaps, the program proper started at 8pm (yeah I know, Filipino time). The program wasn't that lively at first because everyone seems to be bothered by..i dunno..basta daw indi pa nami ang atmosphere at last..i can say it was quite boring pa. I believe it started to become a bit lively when NangJune read their class prophecy. Namati gid ko to dan. And the "climax" started, I think, during the lighting of candles where everyone was enjoying. I really felt relief when I didn't see a single face enjoying.
The prom ended with a blast (literally, kay naglupok or nasunog ang disco ball..haha!). But despite of it, I could say everyone had a great time. I even ranked this prom 1st in my list even I went stag to this prom. Compared to my proms during HS where I had my dates, I really had more fun this time. Maybe I should have not gotten myself a date years ago, I might have had a better prom then. Oh well, past is past anyway.
Post prom celebration was nowhere else but the usual tambayan. Haha. Twas a first time that the regular goers went back to the hotel early, so I was left with other classmates who were staying at a lounge nearby because I still wanna hang-out. I had a free drink from someone I don't know (but thanks anyway) and a free entrance sa Flow kay ladies' night. Haha! Who says you can't have fun without spending?
At 4am or so, Iana and I went back to the hotel. I really needed a good sleep but unfortunately, gate crashers came and destroyed the peace in room448. Supposed to be, Iana and I are based in room449, but since Beaver invited me to sleep in their room, Iana came along with Emie --who has no place to stay since she's a stray..kiddin'). We were 6 in the room then (Ann, Monna, Beaver, Iana, Emie and I), but Prince and nongRalph came. Since we were very generous enough, we let them in. The peace wasn't ruined yet, not until Tati transfered to our room and lay with *tooot*. I wasn't able to sleep until I went back to Yanyans. Basta ah. Sila gid bi. Haha! I'll just keep my mouth shut. It's a secret (or was it really a secret,kay daw damo man kabalo) for me to keep somehow (until the time I can keep it..haha!), and for you to find out (better yet, SOOOON!). Haha!
So that was a bit of the prom..a lot more things are still to be told. Though I still wanted to talk, I can't. I still have to work on something. That's all for the "Prom Night" then. Ciao!
Feb.20,2008 was just an ordinary day for some, but not for the junior and senior studes of PMT. It's the date of the traditionally held event that allows the junior and senior students of the same school (or department, in our case) to mingle, get together, and turn over responsibilities along with dancing, singing, etc--in short, the Prom. It was one of the busiest day of my life (so far). Being a part of the junior council doesn't give you so much freedom to spend your time for your prom preparation alone (panu bi kay you need to prioritize gid the event than yourself otrelse you'll end up getting blamed for an unsatisfying party. Since we weren't allowed to ditch class in the morning, we still had to go to school (mayo lang la masyado ubra sa lab so there we went painting our nails and I finished my checkered-black-and-white-pattern in just a matter of 30 minutes! Thanks Doc!). After lunch, I am still undecided if what pair of shoes should I wear (dua bi ka pair ginpadala di sakon), so I just sat at the edge of my bed trying them on all over again. Thank heavens, MamSima cancelled our quiz so we were all free the whole afternoon. We (the Junior Council) were supposed to meet at Amigo but due to some circimstances, Joy2 and I came there an hour and a half later. When we get there, we thought only a few touches are to be done na lang since we all believed everything is all ready and that we'll just have a run through. But instead of seeing ALL officers, we found only 5 people including a non-officer who volunteered to helped (abi ko pa naman ara na tanan wala man gali japon, dayon ang stage la pa tapos decorate and that was a few hours away na lang sa event). Hala teh nagsinala naman kami, dugangan pa nga nagback-out ang supposed to be ma kwa sg isa ka room so that we'll have a free room, kundi yawan naman kami pangita ilisan eh! Even some weren't able to arrive still, naglakat na kmi ni joy2 ya mga 5:15 kay we still have to meet up with our stylist who has been waiting for us around 4:30 pa. Cram!
Instead of starting at 6:30 or 7:00 perhaps, the program proper started at 8pm (yeah I know, Filipino time). The program wasn't that lively at first because everyone seems to be bothered by..i dunno..basta daw indi pa nami ang atmosphere at last..i can say it was quite boring pa. I believe it started to become a bit lively when NangJune read their class prophecy. Namati gid ko to dan. And the "climax" started, I think, during the lighting of candles where everyone was enjoying. I really felt relief when I didn't see a single face enjoying.
The prom ended with a blast (literally, kay naglupok or nasunog ang disco ball..haha!). But despite of it, I could say everyone had a great time. I even ranked this prom 1st in my list even I went stag to this prom. Compared to my proms during HS where I had my dates, I really had more fun this time. Maybe I should have not gotten myself a date years ago, I might have had a better prom then. Oh well, past is past anyway.
Post prom celebration was nowhere else but the usual tambayan. Haha. Twas a first time that the regular goers went back to the hotel early, so I was left with other classmates who were staying at a lounge nearby because I still wanna hang-out. I had a free drink from someone I don't know (but thanks anyway) and a free entrance sa Flow kay ladies' night. Haha! Who says you can't have fun without spending?
At 4am or so, Iana and I went back to the hotel. I really needed a good sleep but unfortunately, gate crashers came and destroyed the peace in room448. Supposed to be, Iana and I are based in room449, but since Beaver invited me to sleep in their room, Iana came along with Emie --who has no place to stay since she's a stray..kiddin'). We were 6 in the room then (Ann, Monna, Beaver, Iana, Emie and I), but Prince and nongRalph came. Since we were very generous enough, we let them in. The peace wasn't ruined yet, not until Tati transfered to our room and lay with *tooot*. I wasn't able to sleep until I went back to Yanyans. Basta ah. Sila gid bi. Haha! I'll just keep my mouth shut. It's a secret (or was it really a secret,kay daw damo man kabalo) for me to keep somehow (until the time I can keep it..haha!), and for you to find out (better yet, SOOOON!). Haha!
So that was a bit of the prom..a lot more things are still to be told. Though I still wanted to talk, I can't. I still have to work on something. That's all for the "Prom Night" then. Ciao!
Friday, February 6, 2009
lesson learned..
Yesterday, we had this Fire Drill lecture. I wasn't very attentive to the speaker because I was soooo booooored! Not because the speaker himself was boring, nor the slideshow he presented, it's just that I have attended so many fire drill discussion for several times already (since high school). And I bet they're all just the same. Even though I was looking to be paying so attentively, the back of my head says, "I'm just here for the attendance, it'll be over soon". But despite the severity of the boredom, I was caught by one of the slides in his presentation, and that was the picture of a laboratory classroom that has exploded a long time ago, way back 1997, if I'm not mistaken. I was so interested with the whole story that I even researched it on the net, not realizing that the day forward, a somehow similar incident would happen in our classroom, that has even involved me.
I was wearing a short-sleeved top then, not expecting that something would be splashed in my arm. Around 10 in the morning, while having our laboratory, I went to the other class to ask for some dish washing detergent (poor lang bi kami teh gapangayo pa sa other section habon eh...hahaha!). When I got back, only a matter of seconds passed, just then the explosion happened. It wasn't really a very big explosion but a mixture of chemicals formed a fountain and splashed among three of us in the classroom. Angel was the worst victim, followed by me with a moderate injury and Emie with little scratches. Angel had the worst because she was the one who was performing the unauthorized experiment. She wasn't able to run away when it happened because there were no warning signs like smoke or strong odor. It just happened.
During the incident, my first move was that I went out of the classroom to get some fresh air. That was what my instinct told me. (Who would not look for air when you were like trapped in a cubicle being fumed with some unknown gas? It was acetic anhydride's smell that was the most recognizable). Emie, being in front of the sink, washed her hand the very moment a few droplets were splashed on her. In short, the three of us had our skins burned by the acids (I suppose most of the chemicals there were acids). I, being unable to wash my arm on time got burn spots that looked like chicken pox rash, or whatever it is my classmates keep comparing it to. At first I was fine with it, but as hours passed, the spots became darker and stayed brownish in color. Now, I have to get myself a scar-removing ointment or any cream as to cure these spots of mine.
I don't like seeing the spots in my arm. It's like I had acquired some skin disease from somewhere that looked a bit contagious (exagge lang, di man contagious ah!). But after all, I got something from this little experience I had. A lesson mightily learned by me since I am also fond of mixing chemicals, and that is, to "Refrain from performing unauthorized experiments, such as mixing of any chemicals as well as playing with them". Though I'm quite hesitant still, yet I have to submit. All I could just say is, "Thank God for sparing me". Kun ako to guro nasabugan chemicals sa guya maano na lang ko? Pero miski na, lain japon buot ko sa chura ka kamot ko..huhuhu.
I was wearing a short-sleeved top then, not expecting that something would be splashed in my arm. Around 10 in the morning, while having our laboratory, I went to the other class to ask for some dish washing detergent (poor lang bi kami teh gapangayo pa sa other section habon eh...hahaha!). When I got back, only a matter of seconds passed, just then the explosion happened. It wasn't really a very big explosion but a mixture of chemicals formed a fountain and splashed among three of us in the classroom. Angel was the worst victim, followed by me with a moderate injury and Emie with little scratches. Angel had the worst because she was the one who was performing the unauthorized experiment. She wasn't able to run away when it happened because there were no warning signs like smoke or strong odor. It just happened.
During the incident, my first move was that I went out of the classroom to get some fresh air. That was what my instinct told me. (Who would not look for air when you were like trapped in a cubicle being fumed with some unknown gas? It was acetic anhydride's smell that was the most recognizable). Emie, being in front of the sink, washed her hand the very moment a few droplets were splashed on her. In short, the three of us had our skins burned by the acids (I suppose most of the chemicals there were acids). I, being unable to wash my arm on time got burn spots that looked like chicken pox rash, or whatever it is my classmates keep comparing it to. At first I was fine with it, but as hours passed, the spots became darker and stayed brownish in color. Now, I have to get myself a scar-removing ointment or any cream as to cure these spots of mine.
I don't like seeing the spots in my arm. It's like I had acquired some skin disease from somewhere that looked a bit contagious (exagge lang, di man contagious ah!). But after all, I got something from this little experience I had. A lesson mightily learned by me since I am also fond of mixing chemicals, and that is, to "Refrain from performing unauthorized experiments, such as mixing of any chemicals as well as playing with them". Though I'm quite hesitant still, yet I have to submit. All I could just say is, "Thank God for sparing me". Kun ako to guro nasabugan chemicals sa guya maano na lang ko? Pero miski na, lain japon buot ko sa chura ka kamot ko..huhuhu.
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
they are truly what they are..
Mama and Papa. Nanay and Tatay. Mommy and Daddy. Mother and Father. In short, PARENTS. I've checked several dictionary, including Mr. Webster, and i came up with a few words that would best describe them--nurturing, guardian, protector, strength, support, care and love. To cap it all, they are my everything.
Why do you think I came to make a blog like this? It all started with a conversation I had with my 'rents, my Dad in particular. Actually, it's just a little something he said that made me realize that they have done and given TOO MUCH for me. The chat was something involving money. I was like telling them about my weekend through text lang (same routine everytime I won't be able to come home). Then my Dad was like, "Do you need money? Okay I'll send you some soon". And then a shocked me was like, "Pa, sa sunod lang, diba gapon ka lang nagpadala?". I was pondering, are my parents' senses intact? Were they not thinking that they sent me money the day befor then they'll gonna send me again the next day. It's not that I'm complaining (sin-o man bi mareklamo hatagan kwarta? Aber? Hahaha!), it's just that I feel ashamed. I was not asking, nor trying to pabati-bati that I don't have money anymore because I still have! Considering that I am their most expensive daughter (expensive in the sense that since I was born, I cost them a lot--starting from that caesarian operation, to the incubator ,down to my hospital expenses and medicine allowances up to the present), I feel a twinge of guilt that despite of everything given to me, what have I given in return?
My sister and I are very grateful of our parents. Despite the fact that it's only Papa we only have in common.v My Mom died when I was 5, and the Lord yet blessed me with a new Mom (that's my sister's Mom). She's not the typical stepmother you see in movies. In fact, I even consider her a better Mom than mine. You may not totally understand but that was how I saw things from the very start I embraced the fact that she's in our (my Dad's and mine) life now. She's already a part of it. Even up to this very moment, I still have that certain idea in mind. Although I wasn't with my Mom for long, she still became a mother to me even just in a short period of time.
My only purpose of writing this blog actually is to remind myself (as well as everyone) that we should thank our parents everyday of our lives because we owe it from them. Every single cell in our body came from them. We may not be used of saying THANK YOU, but we should learn to. Time flies so fast. Who are you going to say thank you when that person is already gone? That is one of my biggest mistake in life that I will be bringing with me forever. My Mom left without even hearing me tell her thank you and i love you. But thank God I was given another chance, that is for giving me my new Mom. So when are you going to start to say those little phrases? They may be little but they meant so much when said. Start today, or else you'll regret forever.
Why do you think I came to make a blog like this? It all started with a conversation I had with my 'rents, my Dad in particular. Actually, it's just a little something he said that made me realize that they have done and given TOO MUCH for me. The chat was something involving money. I was like telling them about my weekend through text lang (same routine everytime I won't be able to come home). Then my Dad was like, "Do you need money? Okay I'll send you some soon". And then a shocked me was like, "Pa, sa sunod lang, diba gapon ka lang nagpadala?". I was pondering, are my parents' senses intact? Were they not thinking that they sent me money the day befor then they'll gonna send me again the next day. It's not that I'm complaining (sin-o man bi mareklamo hatagan kwarta? Aber? Hahaha!), it's just that I feel ashamed. I was not asking, nor trying to pabati-bati that I don't have money anymore because I still have! Considering that I am their most expensive daughter (expensive in the sense that since I was born, I cost them a lot--starting from that caesarian operation, to the incubator ,down to my hospital expenses and medicine allowances up to the present), I feel a twinge of guilt that despite of everything given to me, what have I given in return?
My sister and I are very grateful of our parents. Despite the fact that it's only Papa we only have in common.v My Mom died when I was 5, and the Lord yet blessed me with a new Mom (that's my sister's Mom). She's not the typical stepmother you see in movies. In fact, I even consider her a better Mom than mine. You may not totally understand but that was how I saw things from the very start I embraced the fact that she's in our (my Dad's and mine) life now. She's already a part of it. Even up to this very moment, I still have that certain idea in mind. Although I wasn't with my Mom for long, she still became a mother to me even just in a short period of time.
My only purpose of writing this blog actually is to remind myself (as well as everyone) that we should thank our parents everyday of our lives because we owe it from them. Every single cell in our body came from them. We may not be used of saying THANK YOU, but we should learn to. Time flies so fast. Who are you going to say thank you when that person is already gone? That is one of my biggest mistake in life that I will be bringing with me forever. My Mom left without even hearing me tell her thank you and i love you. But thank God I was given another chance, that is for giving me my new Mom. So when are you going to start to say those little phrases? They may be little but they meant so much when said. Start today, or else you'll regret forever.
Saturday, January 31, 2009
after 2 months of waiting..
It's not what you think. Better get rid of your advance thoughts. You might just be disappointed for what I have waited for. It's no biggy. It's just that I feel damn good about it.
Last night was the highlights of our PMT week (but more like PMT month). We really had fun. Who would not have fun when the contestants who represented the mighty house of JUNIORS won? Hahaha! (teh Mam Anne din mga alaga mu? Jokeeee!)
I wasn't really feeling good yesterday, not at all. Sin-o man b namian pasahan ulubrahon? More like burden pa gani. But thank God that a few helping hand still exists, 'coz without them we didn't gtet somewhere over there. Kay miski gamay lang nga bulig, even from my closest friends, wala gid, kay kahuluya daw. Yeah right. Whatever. Wala man ko gani nagjoin saot kay ginpa-stop ako ni Papa, tapos ara ko to ya sa stage pag-lip synch. Well, don't mind me. Tapos naman to ah. At least we got what we deserve. The fruits of our labor it is. We were awarded 3rd place despite the lousy and messy performance. Talk about luck.
Twasn't a bad day after all. Despite the kahuy-anan we did on stage, I felt good, because I was able to contribute something for everyone. The Php200.00 we got as a price was donated to our council's fund. Where else would it go? Hahaha! If I was that selfish, I should have for me to keep.
So, what do we usually do when we win? Hmmm. Simple. One word would be enough--CELEBRATE! But unfortunately, the crowned Mr. & Ms. PMT weren't able to have fun wit us, so we just got on and celebrated for their victory. Where else do we go? Diin pa bi? Sa Smallville eh! Oh, now you caught me. Okay, so this was what I have been waiting for since November.
I told you, it was nothing big. I was just kinda' excited about it since my doctor forbid me to went out for 2 months right after I was hospitalized. And I was like, "Oh, okay!" But at the back of my mind I was saying, "What? Can we like have it for just a month? Oh no! I'll be missing Christmas parties, new Year's Eve celebrations, the Dragonz's reunion (this was the one that I was looking forward the most, and I missed it! Dang it!), and the Dinagyang feast." But what can I do? The advice is for my health. I was even ordered t5o go home during Diangyang 'coz my 'rents asked me to (they truly are my parents 'coz they know that I might not be able to hold myself back and would go out to parties). The prom dress was just a forward reason to mask what thruly the real thing was. But I was glad to go home. I always am.
Friday night was fun! i told my 'rents all about it, as well as my sister. They were happy for me that I was able to break free (ginsuyaan pako nila nga daw namag-uhan gid ko daw kay ma sugid2 gid ko). But this was something that I didn't have in common with my everdearest partner-in-crime--partying. Instead of going out with us, she preferred to have her duty (from 11pm-7am...pisan2 gid yah!).
I'm no party animal here. I am just feeling great everytime I went out . I love the fact that despite our busy lives, fun, pleasure and enjoyment never cease to visit once in a while.
Last night was the highlights of our PMT week (but more like PMT month). We really had fun. Who would not have fun when the contestants who represented the mighty house of JUNIORS won? Hahaha! (teh Mam Anne din mga alaga mu? Jokeeee!)
I wasn't really feeling good yesterday, not at all. Sin-o man b namian pasahan ulubrahon? More like burden pa gani. But thank God that a few helping hand still exists, 'coz without them we didn't gtet somewhere over there. Kay miski gamay lang nga bulig, even from my closest friends, wala gid, kay kahuluya daw. Yeah right. Whatever. Wala man ko gani nagjoin saot kay ginpa-stop ako ni Papa, tapos ara ko to ya sa stage pag-lip synch. Well, don't mind me. Tapos naman to ah. At least we got what we deserve. The fruits of our labor it is. We were awarded 3rd place despite the lousy and messy performance. Talk about luck.
Twasn't a bad day after all. Despite the kahuy-anan we did on stage, I felt good, because I was able to contribute something for everyone. The Php200.00 we got as a price was donated to our council's fund. Where else would it go? Hahaha! If I was that selfish, I should have for me to keep.
So, what do we usually do when we win? Hmmm. Simple. One word would be enough--CELEBRATE! But unfortunately, the crowned Mr. & Ms. PMT weren't able to have fun wit us, so we just got on and celebrated for their victory. Where else do we go? Diin pa bi? Sa Smallville eh! Oh, now you caught me. Okay, so this was what I have been waiting for since November.
I told you, it was nothing big. I was just kinda' excited about it since my doctor forbid me to went out for 2 months right after I was hospitalized. And I was like, "Oh, okay!" But at the back of my mind I was saying, "What? Can we like have it for just a month? Oh no! I'll be missing Christmas parties, new Year's Eve celebrations, the Dragonz's reunion (this was the one that I was looking forward the most, and I missed it! Dang it!), and the Dinagyang feast." But what can I do? The advice is for my health. I was even ordered t5o go home during Diangyang 'coz my 'rents asked me to (they truly are my parents 'coz they know that I might not be able to hold myself back and would go out to parties). The prom dress was just a forward reason to mask what thruly the real thing was. But I was glad to go home. I always am.
Friday night was fun! i told my 'rents all about it, as well as my sister. They were happy for me that I was able to break free (ginsuyaan pako nila nga daw namag-uhan gid ko daw kay ma sugid2 gid ko). But this was something that I didn't have in common with my everdearest partner-in-crime--partying. Instead of going out with us, she preferred to have her duty (from 11pm-7am...pisan2 gid yah!).
I'm no party animal here. I am just feeling great everytime I went out . I love the fact that despite our busy lives, fun, pleasure and enjoyment never cease to visit once in a while.
Saturday, January 24, 2009
recently powerless..but not anymore
Powerless.
Such a very capturing word though it connotes a negative vibe.
My blogspot has been recently blogless (not really blogless, as in zero, I haven't just posted a new one). I dunno what happened to me that every time I wanted to post a blog, my mind doesn't just seem to work. Besides, the internet connection from where I stay has been shut off or something, for some unknown reasons. It seems like I lost connection to the cyberworld for a matter of time.
I have so much to tell actually but I dunno how and where to start.
Hmm..let's see..
Thinking..
Thinking..
Thinking..
Aha!
Maybe I would just summarize into a few sentences, or paragraphs perhaps what I would really say. It's not something really important. Just a few so-silly-and-not-so-important stories of mine, If you are quite interested, just go on then.
I'll start where I last stopped.
(my last post was about duty at the hospital)
My first story has something to do with hospital then.
story #1:
I felt like the world is shattering when I heard about the terrible news (chos..drama lang..daw ka exagge gd bah..haha). The 'news' was that, the duty hours we acquire beyond 200 will not be recdgnized and credited unless we have enrolled. That sucks! (toinkz! teh panu nlg kami gali katapos duty kun kada antes duty i-enrol gd? huhuhu). The thing is, I'm just worried that we may not be able to finish the remaing 360 hours for our specialization.
story#2:
Speaking of specialization, I was actually planning to specialize in Manufacturing but unfortunately, I'm having a hard time with Manufacturing, even just as a subject. I really got VERY LOW grades, and even failed the exam. Whaaat!?? Oh yeah, I did fail. But no biggy, I was kinda' expecting it anyway (panu man b kay gna tamad ko magbasa kun Manu na kay ka boring kaau sg manual..haha..mau tani kn computations lg tanan ke miski d magstudy okay lg..huhu).
story#3:
Computations! Oh how I missed chemistry! I was glad that QC's gotta deal analytical chem. I really love numbers (but sometimes numbers seem to hate me). Glad we had a new teacher who took over our lecture class so that we can proceed (kaluoy na b kay mamRems..sa iya nlg prme gna pasa ang load..tsk tsk). Although I like the new teacher, I don't like the way she teach. It's just so boring and all that (imbis na pahapuson ang problems, gnapabuddlay pa). She treats us like we don't know anything about the lesson. Duh!?
story#4:
Duh!? I'm so not over with exams yet (may exams pabi kami ya next week..katalaka ahh..haha). I'm really having a hard time concentrating recently. With a duty sced that is up to midnight, who would have the spirit to study when one gets home and sees the very inviting bed? (mau pa c jen..la na ya duty..and the rest of the 1st batch..they're so blessed).
story#5:
Mommy ko na c Jen! Officially! Haha! In our classroom, we have this very complex family tree. Like everyone is connected to each other. I'm just glad that I'm no longer a lost or stray sheep. I finally found home! (before abi I don't belong to their families..good thing I found mine).
story#6:
Home--is where I am right now. I'm so happy to be here. I've been missing my bed, my room and everyone else. Haha! There were just a few reasons that brought me here, first, I had to have my 2nd dose for Hepa B vaccine; second, I had to go to my Aunt's place because she's been asking me to; and last, I had to meet our seamstress to deal with my dress for the prom (indi ko excited ah..la lang gd ko b time kuni subong lang..haha).
story#7:
Prom! Lapit na lang! Everytime I heard the word, it makes me worry--for the stuffs we still need to finish like the invitations or the souvenirs (officer ko bay..kundi damo ulubrahon..haaay).
Toinkz.
Maybe that's all for now. Seven silly stories might be enough to fill my empty spot. Ciao!
Saturday, January 10, 2009
the 18-hours straight duty..
At 2pm yesterday, the 3 of us (ngJo, Joy en I) went to the the hospital expecting nothing really special or extraordinary to happen. Well, there was nothing really until our long 18 hours started. The staff who were on duty for the 8am-4pm sched weren't that chatty so we ended up very quiet at the back of the pharmacy doing our "chores" (just the usual, you know).
At 4pm came the PM staff (schedule is 4pm-12mn). Then, the atmosphere started to become alive. Again, we met new people like Ma'am Jnet and Ma'am Leslie. Everyone is so noisy (including us, of course). We never felt sleepy along the way though there were nothing much to do. We even had the chance to watch TV while we had dinner. But at 11pm, patients came rushing at the pharmacy that we can't seem to help but feel the urge of receiving the prescriptions, but we weren't still allowed to do so (but not for long).
Fortunately, at 12mn came the night duty staff (12mn-8am). Excited ko makita sila kay nahidlaw kami kay Ma'am Guids. *laughs*. She is really very funny. She never let us feel intimidated when she was around. Though the PM staff were chatty, the night staff are more fun to be with. We seem to have developed this bond already even in just a short period of time. And what's even better is that they taught us to use the computer and allowed us to dispense! Yes! We were already allowed to receive and fill prescriptions. My patience finally paid off. Kapila nako dan namangkot kun san-o kmi ka dispense, daw ulibaron nako. It is my first time actually, to be able to dispense in the counter with one-on-one to the patient (kay sa community internship ko sa Rx lang kmi ga-dispense). We did prepare the requisitions from the nurse's stations. As well as those for the OR and DR.
The job was really tough (although some thinks otherwise). We had coffee together with the rest of the staff around 2am in the morning and did some interview with our superiors. Kadamu gid sang chikkas ni Ma'am Guids. Then we also found out that Ma'am Ella is nongPopo's tita. We've had a few chats once in a while, kun wala patient. Then here came the most loser part--i fell asleep around 430am because I was really feeling very sleepy. But i recovered after half an hour and got back to business.
At last 8am came and we are all so excited to punch out (including the staff, kay dungan kmi out). We were so proud of ourselves that if we were assigned with a quota (just like sa community), we might have reached the quota within 18hours only (kay tag libo2 ang bili sang gaka-receive namon nga prescription). We've had a really long day (and night). A lot happened. Like we saw several people (but I'm not gonna tell who are those, ngJo noh? lol), permitted to dispense, took a lot of picture (for souvenir), and received another good news (from Ma'am Adine), and that is--we're allowed to exceed the required duty hours (200), such that the excess will be carried to our specialization. Others may not really comprehend what I really feel great about it, but it's like a heavy burden made light for us.
The long day is over. We had a total of 18hours for one shift. But I only slept 7hours from 9am-4pm (pambawi tani sa lost sleeping hours ko). I even skipped lunch just to sleep (shhh..my Mom'll get mad, really furious). So what can I say about it? It's killing me, but it's all worth it.
Here are some of our pics (just visit my multiply for more):
At 4pm came the PM staff (schedule is 4pm-12mn). Then, the atmosphere started to become alive. Again, we met new people like Ma'am Jnet and Ma'am Leslie. Everyone is so noisy (including us, of course). We never felt sleepy along the way though there were nothing much to do. We even had the chance to watch TV while we had dinner. But at 11pm, patients came rushing at the pharmacy that we can't seem to help but feel the urge of receiving the prescriptions, but we weren't still allowed to do so (but not for long).
Fortunately, at 12mn came the night duty staff (12mn-8am). Excited ko makita sila kay nahidlaw kami kay Ma'am Guids. *laughs*. She is really very funny. She never let us feel intimidated when she was around. Though the PM staff were chatty, the night staff are more fun to be with. We seem to have developed this bond already even in just a short period of time. And what's even better is that they taught us to use the computer and allowed us to dispense! Yes! We were already allowed to receive and fill prescriptions. My patience finally paid off. Kapila nako dan namangkot kun san-o kmi ka dispense, daw ulibaron nako. It is my first time actually, to be able to dispense in the counter with one-on-one to the patient (kay sa community internship ko sa Rx lang kmi ga-dispense). We did prepare the requisitions from the nurse's stations. As well as those for the OR and DR.
The job was really tough (although some thinks otherwise). We had coffee together with the rest of the staff around 2am in the morning and did some interview with our superiors. Kadamu gid sang chikkas ni Ma'am Guids. Then we also found out that Ma'am Ella is nongPopo's tita. We've had a few chats once in a while, kun wala patient. Then here came the most loser part--i fell asleep around 430am because I was really feeling very sleepy. But i recovered after half an hour and got back to business.
At last 8am came and we are all so excited to punch out (including the staff, kay dungan kmi out). We were so proud of ourselves that if we were assigned with a quota (just like sa community), we might have reached the quota within 18hours only (kay tag libo2 ang bili sang gaka-receive namon nga prescription). We've had a really long day (and night). A lot happened. Like we saw several people (but I'm not gonna tell who are those, ngJo noh? lol), permitted to dispense, took a lot of picture (for souvenir), and received another good news (from Ma'am Adine), and that is--we're allowed to exceed the required duty hours (200), such that the excess will be carried to our specialization. Others may not really comprehend what I really feel great about it, but it's like a heavy burden made light for us.
The long day is over. We had a total of 18hours for one shift. But I only slept 7hours from 9am-4pm (pambawi tani sa lost sleeping hours ko). I even skipped lunch just to sleep (shhh..my Mom'll get mad, really furious). So what can I say about it? It's killing me, but it's all worth it.
Here are some of our pics (just visit my multiply for more):
Smile. Sleep. Serve.
Thursday, January 8, 2009
duty (the second night)
It may be a little delayed to share something about my second night at the hospital, but it is better late than never, ain't it? I was really beat last Wednesday that I wasn't able to post a blog. (my apologies to my beloved followers, including those who doesn't have an account here but still follow my blogs)
On wednesday, Jan.7,2008 at 1pm, we proceeded to the hospital to have our duty. Unfortunately, we were a bit late that we logged in at 1:10pm. There are already the three of us because ngJo is already around (she was absent the last time because she wasn't feeling well). We were expecting that we will already be allowed to dispense on that day, but then again, we still weren't. We were told we still have to familiarize ourselves with the drugs in the pharmacy. But we were already getting bored and bored as the clock ticks, especially those times when we really have nothing to do, even just paper works. So, what we did was study for our quiz the following day in Pharmacology, and took the liberty to pose and take a few pics (la na galing c ngJo sa pics kay una sya out). We we're supposed to log out at 9:10, but we felt like staying for another hour, so we did (except for ngJo because she already went at around 7:30).
I am glad to know more people in the pharmacy. One of my favorite as of now is Ma'am Guids! She never failed to humor us. There was not a single minute that we weren't laughing. She kept us alert and alive somehow.
Here's one of the pics we took, but I'm not posting everything though:
I'm with joy2 again here..
Posing fo a cause..LOL
(actually, gahulat lang kmi nga may isugo samon, teh picture danai)
=))
Monday, January 5, 2009
first duty at the hospital
Whew..that was fast. It was half past 3 when we arrived at the Pharmacy Department of IDH. And it's almost 1 o'clock in the morning, yet here I am, trying to squeeze something from my very exhausted brain just to post a blog. *drooling*
Well, let me just retell a bit of story about what happened to me during my first duty.
I was with joy2 then (the babaye I'm with in the picture you'll see below), we were already late for our planned time-in. We entered the Pharmacy, introduced ourselves and hurried to the time-clock (whatever they call it, I am not sure) for us to get the earliest time we could. Oopsie. There seems to be a tini-tiny problem...neither of us is sure on how to use the clock thingy, but instead of asking, nagmatomato kami ya ehh (talk about pride). Kundi nagsala c joy2, pero okey lang kay nakay-o pa man. We could always buy a new DTR, tag tres gid galing...tsk. When we got back to the Pharmacy, we started working then to show how good we are. Haha. Then, as time began to tick very slow we got a little bit bored so nag chikka2 kami while lining the notebooks used for recording.
We got out at 8pm to have our dinner although we were not that hungry yet. I was planning to ask DocBerm for dinner (xmpre mapalibre ko tani), but unfortunately, he wasn't at his store (hmmm..nalagyo). After we ate, we got back and continued with our "work". It's a good thing that the gap between us and the personnel seemed to be bridged a bit that we didn't notice the time--it's already 11:30! Time to go home!
After all, this little experience didn't have a bit of color without these few people I wanna thank for:
Ma'am Adine - for being so nice (gapang itik pa)
NgTher, NgBebe, NgAngel - for the laughs-talk chats
NgElla - for the thoughtfulness
MamVivs - for the little works you asked us that somehow killed our boredom
for the rest of the staff (indi ko pa bi kilala ang iban)-for the warm welcome
MA'AM REMI! - for paying a little visit! Haha! I bet we're the first interns she visited. Or not. Haha!
but of course, not but not the least...my partner-in-crime-all-the-time...
Well, let me just retell a bit of story about what happened to me during my first duty.
I was with joy2 then (the babaye I'm with in the picture you'll see below), we were already late for our planned time-in. We entered the Pharmacy, introduced ourselves and hurried to the time-clock (whatever they call it, I am not sure) for us to get the earliest time we could. Oopsie. There seems to be a tini-tiny problem...neither of us is sure on how to use the clock thingy, but instead of asking, nagmatomato kami ya ehh (talk about pride). Kundi nagsala c joy2, pero okey lang kay nakay-o pa man. We could always buy a new DTR, tag tres gid galing...tsk. When we got back to the Pharmacy, we started working then to show how good we are. Haha. Then, as time began to tick very slow we got a little bit bored so nag chikka2 kami while lining the notebooks used for recording.
We got out at 8pm to have our dinner although we were not that hungry yet. I was planning to ask DocBerm for dinner (xmpre mapalibre ko tani), but unfortunately, he wasn't at his store (hmmm..nalagyo). After we ate, we got back and continued with our "work". It's a good thing that the gap between us and the personnel seemed to be bridged a bit that we didn't notice the time--it's already 11:30! Time to go home!
After all, this little experience didn't have a bit of color without these few people I wanna thank for:
Ma'am Adine - for being so nice (gapang itik pa)
NgTher, NgBebe, NgAngel - for the laughs-talk chats
NgElla - for the thoughtfulness
MamVivs - for the little works you asked us that somehow killed our boredom
for the rest of the staff (indi ko pa bi kilala ang iban)-for the warm welcome
MA'AM REMI! - for paying a little visit! Haha! I bet we're the first interns she visited. Or not. Haha!
but of course, not but not the least...my partner-in-crime-all-the-time...
(taken inside the taxi on our way home around 11:40pm)
No words can describe the joy her company lends...LOL
No words can describe the joy her company lends...LOL
Sunday, January 4, 2009
forward, not backward
2008 belongs to the past while 2009 to the present and future. I may have had a lot of misfortunes way back last year but my triumphs are more numbered. I wish I could go back and correct my wrongs, even though I’ve learned my lessons from them somehow. I wanted to be with those people I never had the chance to be with due to some slip-ups. I wanted to do things I wasn’t able to do so. But I can’t go back. I just have to move forward.
This year, I really didn’t much focus on having the usual New Year’s Resolution. I didn’t feel like I’m in the mood. I may be the kind of person who keeps my word (yeah, I really do), but I believe I truly can’t do something I am not totally capable of doing (like half of me is willing to do so, but half of me speaks otherwise). I’d rather do it myself without force (I’ve had so much pressure already…haha). If I really wanted to change something about me, I should have done it before, and not wait for the New Year to decide what to do about it.
Just to impart a bit of resolution for 2009, maybe I would just look forward for my year to be full of bliss. I’m an optimist. I believe a lot of good things are in store for me out there. I just have to open my eyes wider.
Saturday, January 3, 2009
a busy day
I wasn’t really expecting something on this 3rd day of the year which came out to be a busy day for us—not just me, but the whole family. Today was supposed to be the general cleaning day. It has been a custom (maybe just my Mom’s tradition), to rearrange the placement of the furniture in our house every 1st weekend of the year. I don’t know if she believes in Feng Shui or something like that, it’s just that it had been a practice since then. Unfortunately, the housekeeper who was supposed to clean the house didn’t show up for some reasons. My Mom who didn’t want to break the tradition, made us work as the replacement.
Instead of complaining, I found myself enjoying the work. It’s a rare family day where each one of us had certain tasks to do. My Dad was tasked to clean the tables and dividers, my Sis was assigned to clean the windows and the bedrooms, I was asked to change the bed sheets, pillow cases, and curtains, while the rest is left for Mom to do (but we helped as much as we could, of course).
To be exact, we finished at around 3:40 pm. Mom felt so pleased for what we did that she allowed us to play PS up to sawa (with foods being served…weee). We played and played until our hands got hurt.
'Twas a busy day after all. And since tonight is my last night here in my room (my Christmas vacation is already over…*wails*), I would just sleep early (because I'm totally tired) and savor the last minutes of my stay (I'm gonna miss my room). Sweet dreams! *wink*
Instead of complaining, I found myself enjoying the work. It’s a rare family day where each one of us had certain tasks to do. My Dad was tasked to clean the tables and dividers, my Sis was assigned to clean the windows and the bedrooms, I was asked to change the bed sheets, pillow cases, and curtains, while the rest is left for Mom to do (but we helped as much as we could, of course).
To be exact, we finished at around 3:40 pm. Mom felt so pleased for what we did that she allowed us to play PS up to sawa (with foods being served…weee). We played and played until our hands got hurt.
'Twas a busy day after all. And since tonight is my last night here in my room (my Christmas vacation is already over…*wails*), I would just sleep early (because I'm totally tired) and savor the last minutes of my stay (I'm gonna miss my room). Sweet dreams! *wink*
Friday, January 2, 2009
here comes 2009
Time flies so fast, I believe. I am still in the midst of enjoying Christmas fever and the next thing I knew, it’s all over because the New Year is already at hand.
The 2009 New Year celebration wasn’t really a big deal for a family like ours (composed of Dad, Mom, Me and Sis). In welcoming the New Year, we had just a simple celebration. My Dad used to buy fire crackers, but since the weather is inconvenient for such stuff, he didn’t buy one. Instead, more sweets were bought (so much for my delight…sweets are my favorite…not to mention those luscious chocolate varieties…yummy!). My Mom and Sis enjoyed cooking the pasta, making the salad, float and other stuffs (they both love food…thus they love cooking as well). On the other hand, the nothing-to-do me was just out there somewhere, preparing the drinks for the celebration (including the champagne…=D).
A few hours before the actual celebration, my Sis and I spent the whole time playing PS, while Mom and Dad kept us company and served as our audience. After getting tired playing, we spent the last hour at our parents' room and had a little chat regarding our New Year’s resolution (talk about sharing).
At 12 midnight, we greeted each other with hugs and kisses, turned the music on, and blew our horns. After we ate, my Sis and I went at the neighborhood (cousin’s house) to watch the fireworks display nearby. To my dismay, firecrackers and fireworks display only last about half an hour. Thanks to the good weather.
Despite the simple celebration and a little mishap due to the weather, I still had a great time. To welcome the year with your family around you is already a blessing, so why ask for more?
The 2009 New Year celebration wasn’t really a big deal for a family like ours (composed of Dad, Mom, Me and Sis). In welcoming the New Year, we had just a simple celebration. My Dad used to buy fire crackers, but since the weather is inconvenient for such stuff, he didn’t buy one. Instead, more sweets were bought (so much for my delight…sweets are my favorite…not to mention those luscious chocolate varieties…yummy!). My Mom and Sis enjoyed cooking the pasta, making the salad, float and other stuffs (they both love food…thus they love cooking as well). On the other hand, the nothing-to-do me was just out there somewhere, preparing the drinks for the celebration (including the champagne…=D).
A few hours before the actual celebration, my Sis and I spent the whole time playing PS, while Mom and Dad kept us company and served as our audience. After getting tired playing, we spent the last hour at our parents' room and had a little chat regarding our New Year’s resolution (talk about sharing).
At 12 midnight, we greeted each other with hugs and kisses, turned the music on, and blew our horns. After we ate, my Sis and I went at the neighborhood (cousin’s house) to watch the fireworks display nearby. To my dismay, firecrackers and fireworks display only last about half an hour. Thanks to the good weather.
Despite the simple celebration and a little mishap due to the weather, I still had a great time. To welcome the year with your family around you is already a blessing, so why ask for more?
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