Showing posts with label so me. Show all posts
Showing posts with label so me. Show all posts

April 5, 2016

Skinny No More

                          With my friend Mabi during an RC event.                              

The photo above popped from my #timehop app. It was from 2 years ago when I felt fantastic in a 50kg body, an ideal weight for my 5'0 (actually, 5.02 feet!) height. Growing up, I have always been on the curvy side. It's in my genes to have wide hips and large thighs, thanks to my Mom whom I love so much. Haha! I struggled to put my body frame on the normal scale, such influence of TV and print media. 

With my post-pregnancy weight still clinging on and my insatiable appetite, I know that getting back to my 50kg self is a thing of the past. I actually can, but I have embraced this figure and presently left with no desire to get that skinny again. I only aim now to have a healthy and fit body by eating healthy and doing a regular exercise. My husband and I enjoy running on the treadmill or jogging in the park together. Truth be told, I have never appreciated myself more than I do now. I love every curve on my waist because I know  that no matter what shape I am in, I am absolutely accepted and loved. Alhamdulillah. 


At The Sanctuary of Truth, Pattaya. A week before I learned I was preggers. I blogged about it HERE


November 10, 2015

Big Three Oh!

Spare me from those who dread getting old because I am one of those who celebrate the inevitable increase in age. My heart is swelling with gratitude as I reach my big 3-0 as I often associate age with accomplishments. I live my life based on a timeline I set. There may be adjustments based on Divine Intervention which are mostly beautiful surprises thrown along the way but, alhamdulillah, I have targeted most of the goals I set for myself. The most important thing I have accomplished before I turn 30 is having a child. It is the most beautiful thing that ever happened to me in my 30 years of existence! I couldn't be more grateful! 

Photo taken last February at a temple in Chinatown in time for the Chinese New Year. Behind me is a portrait of the longest reigning  and the richest monarch in the world, King Bumhibol Adulyadej (Rama IX). I was 3 months pregnant in this photo. 


I have transitioned a lot this year. Aside from being a full time wife, I am now a full time mom (until we return to the Philippines and I go into residency). I have learned to value substantial relationships with the people who really mattered to me such as my parents, siblings and friends who have stood beside me through thick and thin, I have learned to let go of those who doesn't value me back as a person. We live in a temporary world, whatever we have now will vanish into thin air someday, so I have also learned to live in the present and cherish each second I spend with my love ones.  

At this age, all I want is continuous good health for my parents, siblings and nephew, husband, daughter and for myself. I pray for an increase in my imaan (faith) and knowledge; and to be able to fulfill what is expected of me as a Muslim, a mother, a wife, a daughter, a sister and as a friend. I pray to be able to hone my craft as a physician and touch more lives. I pray to have a more grateful, forgiving, patient and joyous heart. 

I plan but Allah is the Best Planner. 

September 16, 2013

The Complainant

This is perhaps normal for people who extended their adolescent stage and woke up one day, forced to act like an adult, and thrown into the world of the unknown. It wasn't normal for me to complain for the things happening in my everyday life, I grew up to accept all the tiny bits thrown my way. And then all of a sudden, boom! the opacity of life disappeared and I got to see through it and saw the crippled form in everything. Here are the list of things I complain about almost EVERY SINGLE DAY.

1. My brothers' messy stuff thrown all over the house.
I hate it when upon arriving at home, they'd leave their bags at the sala, used (and smelly) socks on the floor, and leaving their shoes wherever they feel like taking it off. Why the hell can't they just bring their stuff inside their rooms because I seriously do not care if their rooms looks like a storm had came to pass. Just please spare the sala. 
2. The unruly pedicab drivers in Marawi City.
Oh, Marawi City. I love my homeland, no doubt, that's why I struggled and did my best to get pulled out from Maguindanao and transfer my area of assignment here in Lanao del Sur to be able to enjoy the cool weather and the company of my family. BUT, everyday I am bombarded with unpleasant sights and experiences making Marawi a loathsome place to live in. For one, the unruly, choosy and abusive pedicab drivers. Our main means of public transpo here are pedicabs and jeepneys. They know nothing of road rules and etiquette. Oh, almost everybody here including jeepney drivers and even owners of private cars. Pedicabs are like parasites that infested the entire city (the cityhood of this place must be revoked) and even creeping into my beloved MSU. There are NO traffic lights and NO policemen to regulate the flow of the traffic. Sometimes, you can see policemen standing under the shade, watching the cars go by or try to regulate the traffic by waving their uncoordinated hands causing more knotting of the traffic. 

3. No proper disposal and collecting of garbage in Marawi City.
 Wherever you go, it is impossible not to notice mountain of stinky garbage and even spewed on the roads catching attention. I sometimes wonder where are the people that we have voted for public office. Where are those who promised to give their public service? Why are they not doing something about this? And why are the people so irresponsible to be just throwing their wastes wherever they want to? No shame, at all?  
In my own home, my father taught us since we were kids to separate our trash into biodegradable and non-biodegradable (true!!!). The biodegradables are thrown into a pit at our backyard and the non-bios are either recycled, burnt or sold to junk buyer passerbys.  
Our beloved public servants, how do you feel when you go out of your house and greeted by the stench of trash at the corner of your street? Do you just look and drive past it? No concern at all? 
4.  About my job as a Doctor to the Barrio in ARMM. 
I can probably write a whole novel about my job but let me start on how the DOH central office made us contractuals instead of having plantilla items which was enjoyed by senior DTTBs. Being on a contractual status bereft us of the benefits that we deserve including hazard pay in which we are fully entitled of. Our workload has no difference with that of our seniors, the only difference is that we are being treated unjustly by the agency which is supposed to take care of us considering that we are being fed to the lions in the geographically isolated areas in the country. 
Being a DTTB is worse due to the mandatory political ties in implementation of  the health programs but it is worst in ARMM. I am sorry to say this and to frustrate each and everyone who, like me, was very hopeful in trying to initiate change in the community. It appeared to me how powerful politics is, not just in the political arena per se, but in public agencies as well. Life in the Philippines revolves around dirty politics but worst in ARMM.
Almost a year later, being a doctor to the barrio is far from the fulfilling job I expect it to be. I was pulled out from my area in Maguindanao due to the erratic peace and order situation (political war) and I was subtly ousted by the local chief executive himself (aka Mayor) after defending my staff on our absence at the RHU during the heat of the midterm election period where firefight encounters occur almost everyday. Truth be told, nobody wants to risk his life for a nonsense reason (read: political greed). That untoward incident deserves a whole entry. Nevertheless, I got transferred to Lanao del Sur (Alhamdulillah!) in the comfort of home and of my family. I am still waiting for my next deployment. 
One year left for DTTB and I can plan my life again with my love. :)

               

April 23, 2012

It is at the peak of vulnerability when we become slaves to our frail emotions. The moment when all the encapsulated tidbits of neglected feelings uncontrollably blew into a horrible monster we have never seen before. The worst part is keeping it all to yourself. 

(Kopiko-induced sentiments)

March 15, 2012

That Perfect Day

We were having minor chit-chats with the residents and the clerk while doing excisional biopsy at the OPD-OR this morning. This junior resident told us that by default, he went to ORL (otorhinolaryngology, aka ENT for ears, nose and throat) for residency because his dad and his grandfather were ENTs themselves. In addition to that, he was told that in choosing for residency program, you should put yourself in your perfect day. Not really perfect, but the the kind of day you can live over and over again for the rest of your life. The kind of day that makes you happy that you want to re-live when your hair turned pepper and salt. If you imagine yourself in that situation and you believe you won't get fed up by the routine, then go for it. 

As I was holding the retractors, my mind flew ten years forward. A perfect day for me would comprise of waking up early in the morning, preparing breakfast for my hubby and the kids after Fajr prayer. That would also include preparing hubby for work (whatever he does) and my grade-schoolers to school. I would be left with the household maid doing her chores while I go for a few-minute jog and then I will prepare myself for the morning rounds of my patients. That will take around an hour or two. I will then head to my clinic to see well-babies or follow-up check ups. By noontime, hubby will arrive for our daily lunchdate. Nyahahaha! I'm actually laughing right now. A lunchdate is a must, okay? Alright, clinic will continue in the afternoon where I will probably be reading a good book in-between patients. I will probably have coffee date with my friends after clinic and get back home before sunset. At night, I will be helping my kids with their school stuff while hubby watches the news. Weekends will be spent at my parents' home where weekly reunion with my siblings and their respective families will be a part of our routine. (I will impose that to my siblings. Haha!)

I'm contemplating on the residency program I will have to pursue in order to attain my would-be Perfect Day. My God, all I want is a simple and contented life. A balanced life between family and career. When I achieve that, that would be the real meaning of success. :) 

You, how do you picture out your perfect day?  

March 12, 2012

Of Faith

I oftentimes find myself hanging for words whenever I attempt to write about my faith--the Islamic faith. I can't seem to discern the words that would create cohesive statements. I never wrote anything about how adherent I am to my religion because I don't wanna sound too-good-to-be-true or you know, be like some people who tweet or facebook stuff like "Just finished praying Maghrib" or "Going to read the Qur'an" or something like that. There's NOTHING wrong with praying or reading the Qur'an, of course, that's how a devout Muslim should do but the wrong thing is actually tweeting it or putting it in your FB status. That sounds more like "Hey, look at me, I'm such a religious person" to me. Because you don't tweet or facebook your faith, you put it  in your heart and you act according to it. You shouldn't say you're a Muslim, you should act like a Muslim. Those are different and people should understand that.

Another reason why it's difficult for me to write about my faith is the fact that I'm in a complete struggle in maintaining the practices of a true Muslim. When I say true Muslim, this is the one who performs the 5 pillars of Islam with pure and sincere intention such as: a.) The recitation of Shahadah, that is witnessing that there is no god but Allah (subhana wa ta'ala) and that Prophet Mohammad (salallahu 'alaihi wasallam) is His messenger, b.) performing five daily prayers, c.) fasting during the holy month of Ramadhan, d.) giving Zakat or charity to the needy, and to those who can afford, e.) performing Hajj at least once in a lifetime. Aside from the five pillars, we are also to believe in the 6 Articles of Faith which are: a.) Belief in the Oneness of Allah, that you do not attribute any other god to Him b.) Belief in the existence of Angels, c.) Belief in the Books of Allah (Torah of Prophet Musa (alaihi salam), Psalms of Prophet Dawud (alaihi salam), Gospel of Prophet Isa (alaihi salam) and Qur'an of Prophet Mohammad (s.a.w)), d.) Belief in the Prophets of Allah, e.)  Belief in the Day of Judgment, and finally, f.) Belief that everything that happens is Willed by Allah. 

Moreover, a true Muslim also adheres to the sunnah of the Prophet Mohammad (s.a.w). The Holy Qur'an tells us to pray but it wasn't stated there how to pray, so there enters the sunnah or the hadith. It comprises of laws and practices of the Holy Prophet for mankind to follow suit. The Holy Qur'an tells the women to lower their gaze and cover their bosoms, now the Hadith tells us to cover our body showing only our faces, hands and feet. That's why we wear hijab and draw them on our chest, we are also not supposed to wear skimpy clothes, we should avoid laughing boisterously in public and most importantly, we are not supposed to go out with men who are not our mahram. 

Therefore I would not blame my blockmates if they say it is difficult to become a Muslim. Lahat na lang bawal, they would say. Yes, it is difficult from the point of view of non-Muslims as they are not accustomed to the practices and they are not aware of the rationale behind the practices. They find it weird and inhumane. For them, wearing the hijab is a sign of oppression as women in Islam cannot reveal their true selves--that rockstar in them. For them, fasting during Ramadhan is a punishment. For them, not being able to party and drink alcoholic beverages is a form of inhibition. But I am not here to preach about my religion, I leave them at that. Nor do I tell them that what they do is wrong because as my colleagues, I hold high respect for their beliefs and their own faith. Walang basagan ng trip, ika nga. 

I feel lucky to have been born in an Islamic household, where both of my parents are devout and pious Muslims who serve as the best example for us, their children. I believe that every Muslim should stand firmly  to being labeled a Muslim, that we should strive to become the best of what we are. However, in a world where our religion is badly stained by people who claim to be Muslims but are doing the exact opposite of what the religion teaches, it is difficult to prove them wrong. Nevertheless, the least we can do is to show them the image of a true Muslim. The real one. Not the one projected by the media. And there enters my own struggle in keeping my faith firm and consistent. I confess, among the abovementioned five pillars of Islam, I am only consistent with the recitation of the Shahadah and fasting during the Holy Month. As for the daily prayers, I am not able to complete the five daily prayers. I pray whenever I am at home, but I dismiss my prayers or even forget about the waqtu whenever I'm outside. But my conscience is eating me up inside. If you remember this, , then I still feel that way. It's not just about the prayer that boggles me as well, it is the whole conduct and behavior of a true Muslim that I cannot meet. Allah knows what is in my heart, how I try to become the best Muslim that pleases Him, because everything that I do is in accordance to worshiping The Almighty. That's how it should be. 

In retrospect, I still thank Him that He gives me this feeling of guilt, this eagerness to renew my faith and to seek and understand more about my religion because if He closes my ears, my sight and my heart then, boy, I'm in big trouble. So please, Ya Allah, strengthen my faith in You and continue leading me to the straight path. Ameen. 


I ask Allah's forgiveness and turn to Him in repentance. 


February 20, 2012

A Hearty Prayer

I swear I do not know how to start the forewords for this entry because I feel so shy about actually putting this into writing. Fine. So, I wrote a letter to God. These are the words that were sitting silently in my head but were uttered with difficulty by the tongue. Since He is Omnipotent, the All-Seer, the All-Hearing, I know He recognizes my unsaid prayers. This was inspired by the people who painted the town red during Valentines Day. Thanks to them, I got reminded how lurve has been elusive to someone like me. I hate musing about the state of my hearty flakes. I am so contented with this extended adolescence and having plain crushes, but I keep a secret prayer which is to be divulged now. Oh well. Here goes. 

Dear God,

I pray that You guide my heart to the right person, the one who will be courageous enough to wall off this coldness that envelopes me, the one who will help me strengthen my faith in You, the one who will fill the puzzle of my being, the one with whom I will share my happiness and all the success I will have to acquire while we wander in Your beautiful earth. 

Please guide me to the person who will cherish, love, honor and respect my parents and my siblings as much or even more than what he shows me. The one who will value and love me unconditionally. Inshaa Allah, we will bring out the best in each other.  Ya Allah, please guide my heart to the person who will never do anything that will break my heart and that of my parents'. 

Ya Allah, please spare me from loving someone who will only bring misery to me and my family. I pray that whoever You choose to be my future better-half would be someone that my parents and I also desire. If this person will only bring me misery then please take back all my feelings. I'd rather live with a stale heart than cause havoc in my most prized possession---my family. 

However, if this person will prove that he is worth his salt then allow our fate to meet at the soonest appointed time. I know You've been designing all of these in perfect manner for the past 26 years of my life, Inshaa Allah this person will emerge in the perfect moment perhaps near to what I have imagined. Only You can fashion a love so excellently that can be hindered by no one. Hence, I leave it all up to Your care. 

Please guide our hearts as all of these shall become futile without Your Holy Guidance. 
In the Name of Allah, the Most Merciful, the Most Beneficent. 
Ameen. 




You, what's your prayer? :)

January 23, 2012

The Artist's Walk

As we are about to leave the hospital this morning with my co-interns, I walked the opposite direction as I wave my hand goodbye. I had in my mind to pass through the hallway at IM wards that leads to the hospital's main entrance which faces Taft Avenue. One of them noticed my unusual route and suggested to walk with him instead to the usual route we normally take, the one passing through ER and OBAS emerging to UP-College of Medicine building and then to Pedro Gil street. As we go along...

A: O, sa'n ka pupunta? Ba't dun ka dadaan?
Me: Wala lang, para naman maiba yung route ko. 
A: Nag-transfer ka ba ng bahay? Ba't sa Taft ka dadaan?
Me: Same place pa rin naman ako. Sa Taft kaya front ng building namin kaya okay lang din ako dun dumaan.
A: E mas mapapalayo ka pa dun....tingnan mo, kung dito dadaan..blah blah blah... (and we talked about energy expenditure and the distance and so on and so forth.)
Alam mo, artist ka nga.
Me: Ha? Hindi ah.
A: Artist ka. Mi tawag jan eh. ARTIST'S WALK. Yung mga artists daw, ginagawa nila yan. 
Me: Ang alin?
A: Yang ginagawa mo. Naglalakad. nag-iiba ng ruta. Wala lang. Para mag-reflect or something. 
Me: Arte lang ako, hindi artist!! Hahaha! Sandali, ba't mo alam yung mga ganyan?
A: E, artist ako eh.
Me: Kapal mo! Self-proclaimed artist ka! Well, photographer ka nga naman. Sige na nga, artist ka na nga.
A: Seryoso. Artist's Walk tawag dun. :)


He's not wrong about the love for walking I have in my system. It is something that I have developed along the years out of necessity (haha, MSUans can relate!). There is a sense of contentment and mirth I get from walking. It's like an astral projection that allows my mind to wander as I take every single step. I plan in details what I will do for the day as I walk towards my destination. I get a clear picture of my expectations and how I will overcome the obstacles I am half-expecting. 

But me being an artist? That's quite debatable. Haha! I never drawn a perfect picture way back kindergarten. I never perfected Home Economics artsy projects. I used to ask my gradeschool classmates to sketch a pretty gown or dress for my paper doll. My Humanities I painting project was so bland and boring considering it was just a simple apple to paint!!!  Do I need to emphasize how much of a failure I am in that department? 

I'm no artist but I am a HUGE fan of artists and their works. I love arts and the sense of nostalgia or wistfulness that it brings. I have artist friends and I admire them for their God-given talent which I unfortunately lack. :)


December 18, 2011

Facebook It!

While Facebook has become the perfect avenue for giving people a piece of your mind, there are stuff that you can't put on Facebook because you know it will light a fire and you don't want that to happen. In this tiny nook of mine, I know this is the perfect place for shouting:

DO NOT PROVOKE ME! I BITE TOO, BITCH!

I may be keeping my silence most of the time, laughing things off and pretend it didn't occur, but hey, I know exactly what you're talking behind my back. Now I'm telling you this, YOU'RE NOT PERFECT EITHER SO DON'T PRETEND LIKE ONE. Nuff said.

P.S.
I wish the font size could get any larger than that. My emotions are way too huge for those font size! Haha. 

December 2, 2011

Note To Self

Repost from @BebanglovesRed. 


It starts with marrying the right person and ends with doing things that will make your mom proud. I shall find congruence in that. I promise you, Mom. :) 


November 12, 2011

Skin Food and The Face Shop


Pat, my co-intern whose mother just came back from Seoul with lots of freebies from Skin Food and The Face Shop generously gave all these to me! Apparently, the price cuts half when you buy it there compared here in the Philippines. Because I am yet to become a globe-trotter (ahem!), I have no means of buying Korean beauty products there. I might as well endure the price or just resort to NOT buying at all. Haha! And because I'm a free loader, I accept blessings from other people. 

 I have only tried Skin Food’s Egg White Pore Foam and The Face Shop’s The Smim Toner and Emulsion yet and I loved them for my skin! Thank you Pat!


November 10, 2011

Birthday Post

(an overdue post. written November 6)

My age has climbed a notch higher. The only thing that puts pressure to people about getting a year older is the direct proportion of accomplishments associated with ageing. At certain age, society expects you to be like this or like that. Otherwise, you’re a failure to everybody’s eyes. I don’t agree with society dictating us how we should do about things but I absolutely agree that we must not hold ourselves stagnant only because we repel society’s standards. For every birthday comes the annual self-assessment: the meaningful things we have done and how we have contributed in our own tiny ways to the evolution of humanity. We ask ourselves how much we have learned from the dynamics of our daily lives and how much we adapted to the unsuitable conditions we try to crouch into. 

What now at 26? 

A decade ago, I see myself 10 years from my 16th birthday as someone that is so NOT me right now. I still can’t believe I’m already 26. I can be categorized as a WOMAN, there’s no confusion on that. I’m way past that confusion phase. Honestly, it took me six long years to finally sink in that I’m no longer a teenager, especially now that I’m PAST MID-TWENTIES! The truth is, as we age, we do not really let go of that child in us. We merge maturity with that tiny voice of childhood in us. I believe that if we strike a balance between the two, playing the role of an adult will come naturally and smoothly. 

Nothing really life-changing happened to me this past year, but I must say that I have increased understanding about life, love and people. I learned plenty about myself which quite surprised me a bit. I learned to fight for what I believe is right as much I learned the vital role of communication in knowing and opening the minds of people. I learned to carefully choose the people I will trust and most importantly, I know now the specific people who will run to my aid when I fall on my knees. Unfortunately on the other hand, I have specifically identified the people who will turn their backs on me in the middle of a battle. Sigh. But hey, life is beautiful! Let’s us not dwell on the negative ones, such thoughts contribute to premature ageing and we don’t like that. Allow me to welcome myself into the world of adulthood with radiant and glowing positive vibes! 

At 26, I still have so many things to improve about myself and so many things to accomplish and I’m taking things step by step. Life is just so beautiful it deserves to be celebrated every single day! Cheers to the adult, 26 year old me! 



P.S. 

I feel so lucky for having the Eid’l Adha fall on my birthday. I celebrated the day with my cousins as we also celebrated the Aqiqa of Fia, the additional angel of our family. Thanks to everyone who sent their sweetest greetings in every way that they knew. You made me feel so special! Allah bless you all! 

November 9, 2011

Bah! I'm now 26, happy and still single!

October 15, 2011

Desiderata


When I feel like I'm on the deepest pit, my go-to book is the (behold!) The Holy Qur'an. Seriously, it is. I cannot put into simpler words the magical feeling I get after reading the Holy Book. Yesterday, while I was sitting at the nosebleed-inducing Neurosurgery case conference, I got a glimpse of Desiderata hanging on the wall. I loved this poem since forever because it is a spirit-lifting read when you have some suicidal ideations boiling inside your head. I haven't read it for quite sometimes and I was reminded when I saw it printed on a frame dangling beside the Chairman's certificate like it was saying "hello, do you remember me?". It made me smile, and so here, I share it with everyone else who have forgotten how to live a life. :)

DESIDERATA
Max Ehrmann
Go placidly amid the noise and the haste,
and remember what peace there may be in silence.
As far as possible, without surrender,
be on good terms with all persons.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly;
and listen to others,
even to the dull and the ignorant;
they too have their story.
Avoid loud and aggressive persons;
they are vexatious to the spirit.
If you compare yourself with others,
you may become vain or bitter,
for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.
Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.
Keep interested in your own career, however humble;
it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.
Exercise caution in your business affairs,
for the world is full of trickery.
But let this not blind you to what virtue there is;
many persons strive for high ideals,
and everywhere life is full of heroism.
Be yourself. Especially do not feign affection.
Neither be cynical about love,
for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment,
it is as perennial as the grass.
Take kindly the counsel of the years,
gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.
But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.
Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.
Beyond a wholesome discipline,
be gentle with yourself.
You are a child of the universe
no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you,
no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.
Therefore be at peace with God,
whatever you conceive Him to be.
And whatever your labors and aspirations,
in the noisy confusion of life,
keep peace in your soul.
With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,
it is still a beautiful world.
Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.

October 12, 2011

The Iron Lady

If there's one structure on earth that I so love much I'd probably marry is the Eiffel Tower. I get so engrossed by it even when I was young that it is my lifelong dream to actually land my feet on Paris and see for myself and climb the la dame de fer. I find it mysterious, standing in the middle of the city as if observing in silence while patiently waiting for something. According to the people (ahem, friends?) who have been there, everywhere you go in the city of Paris, the tower will always be within your vision. I believe that's one of the things that the engineer Gustave Eiffel wanted to impart to the public--that his undying work of art will always be visible. There's one more thing I wish for about Eiffel but I guess it is not appropriate for me to divulge such in this public journal. (Haha!) Unknowingly, I began to buy stuff printed with Eiffel. I had lots more back in Marawi, these are just the ones I purchased here in the metro. 


Earrings. Look closely, there's the tower o. 


Necklace. I got this from Iligan. The moment I saw it, I knew I had to buy it.


Notebook from a bazaar at Rockwell. I have so many unused notebooks but without second thoughts, I grabbed this one. :)


Photo courtesy of GOOGLE.

Sunset at the Eiffel. Magnificent! 
See you before I die. 

P.S.
I wish for a miniature Eiffel I can place inside my room. I wonder where I can possibly purchase one that comes at a cheaper price. Yung tipong...gift. Haha!


October 6, 2011



I was tagged by Ate Bee from her blog. So, the rule is that the first three adjectives that you see at the crossword puzzle simply describe you. Game? Game!!


Mine are:
lovely
beautiful
whore

WHAAAAAT?!! Okay na yung first two eh, can I have a take two for the last word? Hahaha!

What's yours? You're free to drop a comment! :)



June 20, 2011

Lakbay Tayo!!!

My Lakbayan grade is C-!!! Aaaahhh!!! 


You may want to know your Lakbayan traveling grade here.


C'mon, TAKE ME AWAY RIGHT NOW!

March 15, 2011

It's as if the sky has fallen on me I find myself at the edge of a bottomless pit where a huge serpent awaits. It's not what I have done, it's what I did not do

March 14, 2011

Bottled Up

I obviously have a love-hate relationship with Facebook. It's pretty tiresome re-typing my password and typing unfamiliar crooked letter in a box when I can simply just click "log out", but no, I prefer to go through all that process. I find it tricky when they show thumbnail photos of my friends with the words "______ will miss you." Will that make me think twice? Yeah, right. *eyeballs rolling*  There's also that box that asks why you want to deactivate your account and I always click on the "I don't feel safe on Facebook" button. Certainly, I don't. This is me being paranoid but you never know when people scan through your photos, trying to know what you do, who you are with and all that scrutiny. I can see them crowding in front of a laptop either talking about me or the people I am with. You have no idea what they were talking about. Knowing people, speculations can lead to fallacies they continue to believe as facts. I know right? Thinkers are doers, eh?

I have issues. Right. I have all these bottled up feelings whirling madly inside me. Things I cannot simply spill out. Let's leave it as a little secret between me and my Creator. I don't understand why when some unwanted feelings resurface when success is at arm's length. 


*****

On the lighter note, Doc Ikoy treated all his "angels" (clerks under him) this evening at Maze Park. On our way home, we passed by a Roti Station somewhere along Tubod Highway named Al-Kawthar. The conversation on the  fully-packed Highlander goes like this: (Apologies to those who don't understand Bisaya and Meranao. I prefer not to translate as I might change the meaning of the statements.)

Doc Ikoy: Naa lagi Al-Kawthar diri o. Lami kaayo ilang roti dira, nagdala katong isa ka adlaw si Miah, lami kaayo.
Olin: Lagi doc, naa mana sa MSU. Naa pud na sila'y shawarma na lami kaayo.
Doc Ikoy: Iranian or Syrian man tingali an tig-iya ana na nakaminyo ug Maranao.
Me: Dili doc, Jordanian unya ang iyang asawa kay Ilongga.
Olin: As in, lami jud kaayo. Mao na ang akong ginaulian sa MSU.
Me: Ang Jordanian?!
All: Aaaah, mao diay!! Ang Jordanian diay ang lami!! Hahahaha!
Olin: Matay ka bo Ai!! 

Everybody burst into laughters as for the past four years, we've been teasing the conservative Olin as a pervert. She's gained fame for that, you know---as the class pervert!! Good thing never was she offended. I will definitely miss our class inside jokes. :))


March 12, 2011

Studying Blues

I frequently get that sudden spur of cleaning up my room or re-arranging my bookshelf whenever my brain is at the peak of understanding a medical concept. While I was reviewing the other night for our OSCE, my peripheral vision caught my topsy-turvy bookshelf and my mind suddenly went berserk to arrange my books. 

Welcome to my little treasure---what I have accumulated for four years.


Aside from my med books...


I also have here few of my fiction books, I piled most of 'em at our MSU home.  


These are among my favorites: Paolo Coelho's The Zahir; Haruki Murakami's Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman and Norwegian Wood; Khaled Hosseini's A Thousand Splendid Suns; Elizabeth Gilbert's Eat, Pray, Love; and Ricky Lee's Para kay B. 


This is the mug I got from two-years ago's Association of Philippine Medical Colleges annual convention after an impromptu speaking engagement before medical schools faculty representatives. It was an unforgettable one. 


I keep picture of my loved ones to inspire me everyday. I have here photo with my parents, my boyfriend (I can see people scoffing!!) and Eiffel Tower. :)


A souvenir photo from somewhere I recently conquered: Dahilayan, Bukidnon.


My bookshelf is also where I hang the closest thing to me for the past year of clerkship: my stethoscope with the rasta doll Jordan gave me from his Thailand summer vacaye.  


On the lateral side of the shelf is where I hang a simple organizer of my little accessories collection. 


And after a few minutes of dusting, sneezing and arranging books according to size... ta da... this is the most I can do. LOL. I'm not OC. Obviously. 




After seeing a good smile of my books, I can then go back to the  page where I left off. :)