...is so dead tired from 14 hours duty (12 hours lang dapat but we decided to extend for another 2 hours)... ano na lang kaya 'pag nag-36 hours duty ako? oh... kaya? kaya!! :D

The Jeep Fiasco

While we are flattered when we catch an attention from the opposite sex, please show it discreetly naman. We appreciate glances BUT we are disgusted when you stare at us like you are stripping us naked. And when we catch your eyes while looking at us, we expect you to turn your gaze away first. Otherwise, we would take it as if you want to say something to us. When we raise both eyebrows, we expect you to say something and not continually stare at us while a picture of sarcasm is painted on your face. Ano, magtititigan ba tayo? And when we ask you why you are staring at us, do not throw back the question: "Why, is it bad?" because the answer is definitely YES. Why? Because, for God's sake, you are a complete stranger to us and we do not know you!! Your action only shows what kind of person you are--- a disrespectful, imprudent bastard who lacks manners.

And reminder, if you really can't help but stare at us in the jeep, do not sit beside us. You are just making yourself too obvious, it would make us very uncomfortable and do not blame us when we get fuming mad at you and you hear words you swear you don't wanna hear. Although we are both of the same tribe, it doesn't mean you are given the permission to stare at us like that. In fact, you are supposed to be more respectful and protective of us. 

Whoever you are, we hope you learned your lesson. You deserve it.

Somehow, we appreciate the apologies. We know we are drool-worthy but  like we said, never do it to any woman because what you received from us tonight is the minimum, because you know what, you deserve some spanking!!

Starbucks Coffee Tumbler

ME WANTEY WANTEY!!!

---

Starbucks Coffee 16-oz. Diana Tumbler Believe in the warmth inside us all. And with tumblers like these, we believe the coffee inside will stay nice and warm, too. Enjoy your favorite Starbucks brew in this tumbler with comfortable grip handle. Tumbler, 16-oz.

I need this, er, okay I WANT it. To make me feel less groggy in the morning at the hospital and to save me from buying Nescafe Latte 'coz it's mahal. I need a tumbler, but I don't want an ordinary one (like the plastic one I received during one of our Christmas kris kringles, my coffee would taste like plastic. Ulk!), I want a Starbucks Tumblerrrrrrrrrrr!!!!! And I like this Diana Tumbler because it's brown. ^__^  I can only wish..... :(

Follow Your Heart

While we were conducting a class review this afternoon for the supposed retake, as usual we were arguing over clashing statements by two different books. Very confusing for us which to take side: Jaen or Robbins? Since we couldn't settle it out, the group consensus is to follow our hearts. And then JE said: Mura po'g bright atong hearts. Everybody were silent for a while as some were seemed hit by that even though she doesn't mean anything. We all burst into laughters as we realized that some can actually relate into it. Oooppsie...

New Medicine Hymn: (to the tune of Manny Villar political ad jingle)

Jehan D. tagged me into this which she reposted from Hazel D.
Nakakuha ka na ba ng grado na mababa?
Nagsunog ka na ba ng kilay hanggang umaga?
Yan ang tanong namin, 65 nga ba ang passing?
Naisip mo na ba, bat nagaaral ka pa?
Todo effort tayo, pero walang nagbabago
at mas mabuti pa kung natutulog tayo?

Medicine ang tunay na mahirap,
Medicine ang tunay na puro pasakit
Medicine ang may kakayahan na malimutan sariling pangalan

Medicine lamang, ang magtatapos ng ating kasiyahan.
***whoever made this is a genius!!! Haha!

I think Tiara's down with virus (prolly got it from my flash disk borrowed by J). She's so slow. Lethargic. Hehe. Baby, don't do this to mommy...

:)

THIS IS MY FIRST POST FOR THIS YEAR:

2010--- when you double 10, it's 20; and when you half 20 it's 10. let's double everything up--hardwork, responsibility, dreams, joy, love, happiness. and, let's torn our miseries, guilt, hatred, bitterness into half. have a blessed year of the tiger people! roooaaaarrrrrr!!

Stomach Series deleted. Just sweeping away some dirts. ",)

Ano ngayon kapag naka-Limited Profile ka sa Facebook? Ano'ng part ng profile mo ang pwede nilang makita?

sitting on the porch on a cold, windy frAiday...

          Yes, it is freaking cold here in MSU. The fog barely cleared up this morning and I am lured to stay at the porch to warm myself after the sun peeked behind the clouds. I have my back turned at the sun for fear of, um, getting sunburn. Heehee. I only need a few minutes under it to activate my Vitamin D enzymes underneath my skin, I can see those goosebumps as the warm rays hit my pale-almost-cyanotic skin. And I am wearing layers of sweatshirts and jackets. I love this, when I can go by the day without showering and still smells great. :) I am eating plenty of choclates for two days in a row, I feel drunken by it. I am eating all kinds of sweets because my aunt, who just came from another country after many years of staying there, came home and I slept over at her place the other night. She secretly whipped these dark choc'lates inside my bag and told me not to tell anyone 'coz she has limited stocks. LOL. Okay, so I'm her favorite. :) I devour them one bar after another and I can't seem to stop, and I feel like a princess---eating bars of chocolates while warming herself under the sun, sitting on a chair while leafing a book. :)) I shouldn't be sitting on a chair, I should be lying on a couch but we don't have couch here in our porch. We only have a plastic chair. So whatever, I still feel princess-y. 

***

          While I was at my aunt's place the other night, my sister and some cousins of mine ransacked her make-up kit and experimented on our faces. And here's the result:

 me, babydoll, amanee and nasbia (at the back)

no one can deny me wearing red lipstick. so in for the holidays, eh? :)

MERRY CHRISTMAS TO MY CHRISTIAN FRIENDS!

***
          Two nights ago, I slept over at Ate Diane's place. My "older sister". I always find time to be with her every break because she's the only person who exactly knows what to say when I pour my heart out. :) I don't call her my bestfriend because she's more of a sister to me. The older sister I never had, but I have her and I'm so grateful for that. *winks* I met Arianna too, her chic lappy! And of course Sing-sing, her naughty cat, who grew up faster. We haven't took a picture together because we were busy chatting and interneting. Hehe. But I took one while she's using Arianna:

Babypink and Arianna at our little sister Maru's room. :)

She knows something about me right now that I'd never tell anybody. Heehee. :) Love you, my precious!

***

        I'd be off to CDO to meet up with friends and hopefully spend the New Year there. I always spend it with my family, but this time I want it different. I'd be staying with my Same, Mabi and I'm hoping to meet the rest of my BGM (B. Girls of Mendeleev) friends.

Advance Happy New Year Everyone!

******

*dug this from my phone inbox.

I LOVE YOU

A warning.

An apology.

An interruption.

A plea for attention.

An objection.

An excuse.

A justification.

A reminder.

A trap.

A blessing.

A disguise.

A vacuum.

A revelation.

A way of saying nothing.

A way of summarizing everything.

A surrender.

An opening.

An end.

***

Falling in-love makes one vulnerable and vulnerability leads to hurting. Who likes to get hurt? Definitely not me.

Hence....

***
It's DECEMBER already!! The last month for the Year 2009, let's have a blast people!
Today I'm saying hello to ONCOLOGY. *dies*
First-day-of-the-month realization: WHY SETTLE FOR DEPRESSION WHEN THERE IS MORE TO LIFE?! Cheerios!

i like it when people realize their mistakes and wish they listened to me. i'm gloating! :)) [bad cheetah.]

i can't plurk, i can't facebook, so here. just got home from a medical mission at Digkilaan. dude, anlayo pala! we were like, Iligan CITY pa ba 'to?

wake me up when october ends.

I know the title should be "September" but it's already October, so what? *giggles* First semester of A.Y. 2009-2010 is officially over and sembreak has already started but I am stuck here in Iligan. I need to stay for the enrolment (which is today) and to finish some works for our college publication. Actually, I may go home tomorrow but we have this Medical Mission this Saturday so I decided to stay to spare me from the nauseating travel to and fro Marawi-Iligan. So what have I been doing? I started on "A Map of the World" and I also started watching Glee! I think Cory Monteith (photo on the left) is hot and he makes me stay tuned to the show. I have been spending a lot this week because I have been tolerating my cravings so I tend to eat out with friends and housemates. Last night, Gans introduced me to this new place here, it's called Delecta. They're known for their bakeshop but the cafe is kinda new. I was with Gans and Ate Ayin last night, the three of us rarely go out together due to differences in schedule especially now that Ate Ayin is a senior clerk so she rarely has time at home, er, boarding house.

I like the rattan chairs, the white-painted wall and the lights. Very minimalist and simple, yet comfy and elegant.

This is called Java Blenz (yeah, minus the D). It's very sweet yet very tasty, you can separate the taste of coffee and chocolate in your tongue.

***
I am officially enrolled today for the second semester, and right now, I am chatting with my sister via FB and she's telling me about her newfound crush who IS my crush too!! She even suggested that I might as well develop an eye for crush's brother who, apparently, has a thing for me. Oh well, I'm not kilig. *rolls eyes*  Sisterette, back off. I am your Ate and that says it all. Haha! :)

multiple choice

what's loathsome about multiple choice type of exam is you're faced with limited choices. you argue with what is presented and thinks that there is a better answer. CHOOSE THE BEST ANSWER--the instruction says. but what if there are two best answers? or none of the above is the best answer, yet "none of the above" is not among the choices? this type of exam cannot gauge what you know and what you do not know, because sometimes, you studied so hard for the exam you almost lost your sanity but you are faced with confined options. you want to debate to the person who constructed the exam but there's no room for that, not even a chance. so if you flunk, it doesn't mean you're dumb, it only means: WHAT YOU CERTAINLY KNOW IS NOT ON THE CHOICES. but then again, on the brighter side, it helps to have options when you have absolutely no idea about the statement given. tee hee. and hope for God's mercy that the box you have decided to shade after a minute or two of inny-minni-miny-mooing is the right one. chamba, 'ika nga. but the point is you studied, and a mark of "JUST PASSED" is not enough after putting on too much sweat and tears for it.

procrastination

i need to constantly remind myself that:

"PROCRASTINATION IS THE GRAVE WHERE OPPORTUNITY IS BURIED."

our neuro 2 exam will be this wednesday and although there are piles of things to be done (i.e., commed family progress reports, com diag and caduceus), i don't understand why i am so not in the mood for studying when i badly want to have a good mark in this exam. i want to end this sem with a bang, but, darnits! i'm so in a sembreak-mode. can't wait for:
Dan Brown's The Last Symbol (e-book, courtesy of Ate Karla)

Jane Hamilton's A Map of the World

Rebecca Wells' Little Altars Everywhere

..and movies, movies, movies.....
in less than three months, we're saying hello to junior clinical clerkship and i don't feel ready yet. nah! if i could only hold back time.
xoxo

lush

it's a strange thought but, i reckon, mother earth can get back on its green and verdant nature if everything on it will perish so it can start all over again. the cycle of degeneration and regeneration. that'd be the end of mankind.

i'm just reminded of the movie Knowing.

On Politics

          Once in a while, we swerve out of the everyday routine that life dictates and find ourselves in situations we aren’t supposed to be in. Nevertheless, there isn’t any flickering remorse as such circumstance opened our minds and brought us into another dimension of our very existence that most medical students are heedless of. That, my friends, is the familiar word POLITICS. Yes, we hear about it everyday from the television, read political headlines on newspapers, see politicians’ faces on tarpaulins and infomercials but most medical students give them a mere shrug. Our lives revolve around the library reading books, correlating the signs and symptoms to the lab result of our patients, or digging down our cerebral cortices for the pathophysiology of the possible diagnoses jumping in and out of our heads (we’re facebook addicts too, by the way). Yes, we care, too, about our country’s governance because we are affected by our patients’ inability to buy their medicines due to poverty. We give our opinions regarding the political state of our country and find ourselves cursing the culprits of the nation’s suffering, our very own sufferings. We accuse them, the president down to the senators and the congressmen, of graft and corruption, of stealing what is supposedly for the people, of being political turncoats. We judge them just like that. Yes, I curse them and they cannot blame me.

          But I ask myself, what gave me the right other than being a natural citizen of this country to air my grievances when I haven’t even exercised my right to suffrage? I want change for the better to take place; I want a bright future for myself and for my siblings and I want to raise my future children in this country free of corruption and violence, but I dare not took the single step towards change—casting my votes during national and local elections. I had been an eligible voter for five years now and haven’t tried voting, not even once. It’s woeful, I know. It’s not my choice not to cast my vote; it’s the chaotic situation that demanded me not to do so. It’s for personal security and the realization that my right to suffrage doesn’t make any difference as obvious vote-buying and electoral manipulation seems normal as the beating of one’s heart. He who has plenty of money (which comes from god-knows-where) and who has adequate power to grip the people on their necks wins the race—it’s not about he who can bring progress to the land and can unite its people to act harmoniously as one. It is a very pitiful situation to contemplate on, making the word HOPE an illusion of the past.

          However, if I continue being an idle citizen of this nation allowing my illusion of hope to endure getting buried and trampled upon by selfish and ambitious political figures who care only about their images and their wealth, I might as well forget my delusion of a bright future and I might as well step out of medical school as all hard works shall not pay off if I continue being a passive citizen. We medical students make an implication on how we don’t care about the political happenings in the country as there are certain set of individuals responsible for political jobs the way we are responsible for treating our patients. But we must also take into consideration the web we are all moving within, that the action of the people on one side deliberately affects us on the other side.

          Hence, I encourage everyone to take a stand and get involved into the process of electing the set of people who shall run our government in the next coming years. Our choice this coming May Election will reflect on our country’s stability, our oneness as a nation, our future and most importantly, our choice will reflect what kind of people we are.

          Somehow, despite all the odds, I can see HOPE shimmering from a distance, signaling it’s not yet too late. We can do something to put a halt to our country’s suffering, thus we must act. NOW!

This time, I took the step towards my goal towards change—electoral registration. Have you?

Another Goodbye

          Ramadhan’s almost to end and I haven’t written about it as I was planning. I have always been looking forward to this Holy Month insofar as I can recall. It’s not the “starving” part that elates me but the exquisite dishes my mom prepares for Iftar. I used to imagine that Ramadhan is for her to showcase her culinary skills. Come to think of that, thirty unintermittent days of my favorite dishes on the dining table and after-Tarawih desserts. No kid wouldn’t love that!

          Children are exempted to fast for the whole day so I liked it when my parents wake me up at three in the morning for the Saum meal, I felt like an adult who is compelled to fast, I felt important. At twelve noon, when my father notices my lips turn to grey he orders me to break my fasting and assures the seven-year old me that my half-day starvation would still count. I would do the same the following day and he tells me that my two half-days equate one whole straight day of fasting like an adult does. So apparently by that, I would still receive divine reward for my “fasting”.

          Nearing puberty, my parents got stricter on my Ramadhan habits. I was no longer allowed to break my fast at twelve noon, I need to complete the whole day without having anything by mouth—nil per orem. Initially, I liked it for I was treated like an adult—being served like a VIP during Iftar in consideration for starving for that day. Mid-month came and daytime cravings surge up, that’s when I knew how it is to be hungry, heard my stomach grumble and felt abdominal burning sensation. This time, I was the one begging my parents to allow me to break my fast.  They warned me that should I break my fast without their knowledge, it is not them who’re going to punish me. It is Allah. And I cannot hide from Him because no matter where I am, He is seeing over me. He sees everything I do and knows everything in my heart and mind. Alhamdulillah, never did I made an attempt to secretly eat and break my fasting. None that I can remember of.

          Step by step, I got educated about the significance of Ramadhan into each and every Muslim’s life. Why do we starve ourselves and hold steadfast to our prayers? We are not ordered to starve for punishment, we are to fast so we will be able to feel how the miskin—the poor, the needy, the homeless—feels like inorder for us to have compassion towards them and this teaches us humility. We are deprived of worldly things so we learn self-restraint. By this, we learn self-discipline and empathy which are expected for us to continue all throughout the year until such good qualities that the Holy Month taught us will be instilled into our personality thus making us better Muslims. It is during this month that we do not only detoxify our physical bodies but also our souls, we ask forgiveness from Allah and to all the people, who one way or another, we have wronged. We clear our hearts from all the grudges and envies that are residing therein. At the end of the month, we give Fitra (charity) to the needy in any form and any possible way we can.

          Having a greater understanding of this Holy Month’s meaning makes me look forward to it annually. The magic of this month triggers me to start anew (albeit one needs not to wait for Ramadhan to turn over a new leaf), get closer to my Creator and become a better person and a Muslim.

          For three years now, I have been spending Ramadhan away from home. It is difficult not being with my family during Saum and Iftar meals, there are even nights when I am eating alone and worse, nights when I wasn’t able to wake up to eat Saum meal. I got used to it eventually so long as I can spend the first and last days with them especially the Eid. As the Holy Month bids farewell, I ask for forgiveness from those who, aware or unawarely, I have wronged as I have forgiven all those who have caused me heartaches.

To Ramadhan, ‘til we meet again!

EID MUBARAK everyone!

wordpress

i'm thinking about moving to wordpress. aside from trying something new, i think it's cooler there. i could link friends/fave blog sites. but i wonder if i could carry along my old entries there. needs somebody to convince me! wohoo..