speech disaster

speech disaster

everybody practically knows how much i despise public speaking. and boy was i too lucky to draw #1 on our class lottery (that meant i went first) even after fervently wishing and praying to get any number other than 1. i know... my luck (or the apparent lack of it) is insanely unbelievable. it's almost like being trapped in a Salvador Dali. so absurd. so entirely surreal.

i have always hated being first. second maybe, but definitely not first. there's definitely something about this whole "going first" fiasco that did not quite align with my cosmos.

maybe i hate being the decoy or maybe i hate being the one who get fed first to the sharks. basta, i hate being #1. it's just too much responsibility.

rumors are (and i am living proof that the alleged rumors are true) my speech comm professor is not exactly thrilled by those who deliver their speeches first that more often they get lower marks. lower than the mean score. and because i was first, i did get an emabarassingly low grade. well, apart from being first, i also kind of sucked. he should have cut me some slack though, being first was real tough especially if you have congenital stage fright working against you.

but here's the thing, after all the speeches were over, the man just had to, by some weird twist of events, announce our scores. i mean, come on! i really didn't mind having the lowest grade in the bunch, but you do not have to f*ckin rub it in my face! maaahn... that was so embarassing. especially when everyone else did fairly well in the exercise amd you kind of didn't.

but wait, the torture did not end there, much to my demise. gaahd, this was the worst part. before finally revealing the score, he just had to broadcast his criticisms (constructive or otherwise, good or bad) about your speech. didn't pose much of a problem if you had done satisfactorily and he has actually something good to say about your speech but if you went first and you kind of screwed up the whole performance, it was hell. duhr!!! no matter how polite you say it, it will somehow come out as "you weren't so bad except for this one tiny bit of detail... you made such a mess!". thanks a lot for rubbing it in, harder. now my confidence and self-esteem level is down to -100, great! just great...now how in the world would i be able to get through on more speech?? how!?

but i can't do anything about it now, can i? so i tried to feign disinterest and drown his voice into oblivion, as if i never heard him, although what i really wanted to do was to crawl into a hole or vanish into thin air, whichever event happened first.

i'm not against criticism. if anything, i welcome it.i'm saying this not only for bad reviews but also for good reviews as well. it has to be done in the proper time, place and context. and there's a very thin line separating critique and shaming.

and sir, one last message:

what in the name of heavens were you thinking?!

death forecast

death forecast

a quiz site tells me that i would die an average death on the average age of 67 years old, giving me less than 50 average years to fulfill my average dreams and resolve the average issues of my 40 % normal life , one of which is whether i shall use the name Dona Rosa or Dona Guadalupe, both ridiculous and equally annoying, as my Mexican name, in case i try to runaway to Mexico City from a lawsuit that involves frequently changing my name. in the less than half a century of my average existence i'd be known in Japan as Rei Takana and in Ireland as Fiona O'Conor . in pornstarlandia, i'd be Karen Kung-Fu Grip (wtf!).

but i need not worry, i only have a 17 percent chance of going to hell for being greedy and lazy. nevertheless, i'd die loved and feared by many. if it's any consolation, i'd be buried in a tomb. now that's a treat. x(

lost my phone

lost my phone

i'm almost over, about 97 percent over the fact that my phone got lost by this dude that from now on, for purposes of confidentiality and safety, we would refer to as "brother".

it's funny how when you say the same things over and over, the emotions that come along with them slowly wear off. and then it gets annoying. really annoying. so i'm not telling for the nth time how "brother" lost the phone... which negates the whole point of bloggering(TM) the whole thing. X) the thing was the phone seemed to have mysteriously vanished.

I have theories though something involving "brother" and the word "aliens".

anyway, i'm using a new number, which should be posted on demand. i reckon the dangers of posting it on a public blog such as this would be enormous. i have people running after my neck... hehe. the last thing you'll need would be neck congee on the menu.

mt.banahaw

Mt. Banahaw

had us all fighting for dear life.

not quite.

despite the utter lack of action and exercise in my life, i managed to get out of Banahaw, alive and all in one piece. although one of us, nearly broke a bone on the descent . a day's worth of tour in Banahaw is actually equivalent to nearly 18 yrs of living sedentary`. and the stairs leading to Sta. Lucia Falls was simply hell on earth.

so i came up with a banahaw equation:

(extreme heat + rough terrain)

zero public toilets

= an undefined mixture of exhaustion, contempt and constipation

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unaware of what we have gotten ourselves into...

jeepney

down at sta. lucia falls. this is not worth my 500 steps.

exhaustion overload

madaya si sir, hindi siya bumaba

inside the cave

creepy statuettes inside the cave

outside the cave

Gateway

Gateway

is a relatively new place in the heart of Cubao. it was actually a rather refreshing venue for meeting my friends (kare, kes, bert). the whole place is neat and unlike the uber populated malls in manila, a lot quieter. you'd enjoy walking around though you can almost tour the mall in under an hour. the interesting thing about it is this outdoor oasis at the center of the mall. it's sort of like a mini rainforest complete with real butterflies and unrealistically green foliage on a gigantic hollow tube. the best part was you can lounge at the garden seats there if you're feeling a little nature-sy .

the place was about to close when we decided to leave. it could have been really fun though if we stayed a little while and just let ourselves get trapped inside the mall, that's like my ultimate fantasy maaahn. and then, i'll be off to raid Mango and Fornarina... bwahahaha. and perhaps, a little stop at the supermarket for refreshments after i get tired from all the raiding. bwahahaha. >:D

*Cubao is really scary after dark.

when we are continuosly pestered by oil-price hikes, somewhere else in the world...

Absent husband returns home ... as a eunuch

NEW DELHI (Reuters) - An Indian man who left his wife and two young children two years ago shocked his family when he returned home as an eunuch, wearing garish red lipstick, the Asian Age newspaper said Thursday.

After a fight with his wife, the jobless Nabiullah left his family in Hathipur town in the northern state of Uttar Pradesh in the summer of 2003 to look for work, the paper reported.

During his absence, he got himself castrated and became a eunuch, earning money by singing and dancing, a common form of employment among India's ostracized community of eunuchs.

"I was always fond of singing and dancing, but felt suffocated in my body as a man," Nabiullah was quoted as saying.

His wife, Shama Parveen, fainted when he returned home late last month and now wants a divorce.

"I cannot live with this eunuch and subject myself and my children to social ridicule," she was quoted

* i don't know what to say

** really

*** poor wife...

galera chronicles part 1

galera chronicles part 1

despite all the hassles we had to go through, we managed to have a blastin' good time at the beach.

my mom nearly kept me from going to that galera trip. so in consequence, instead of my usual early self and meeting them at around 4.30am at metropolis, i arrived at around 7-ish thereby delaying the trip for two and a half hours and rendering us behind our supposed schedule. of course, it also meant me having to recite a litany of apologies, for being the cause of such delay.

from there, we boarded the bus to the port where we were supposed to get on a large motorized banca to take us to white beach. the bus ride was (oh gahd) a terrible pain in the butt. literally. i mean, it had to be the longest bus ride of my life and i have been to 12 hr trips on bus. perhaps a combination of excitement and cramped seating space were a cause of condemnation of a 3 hr trip that lasted forever.

reaching the port, we had to wait like two more hours for the boat ride. and when we were finally called for boarding, we were totally scared out of our wits, they were overloading the damned thing and we nearly backed out. luckily, another boat arrived (not the one we were supposed to be in), a much safer boat, although an hour later than the supposed schedule which was 12:15. sayang, we were this close to having cute friends hehe. but they opted to ride the uberly overloaded first boat.and we never heard of them since. we have a theory though, that they were devoured by the sea. but we saw them the following day, they seemed quite okay. so maybe they managed to survive. i knew it. the cooler they dorkily tugged along with them was a self-sustaining rectangular bathysphere. i knew it. damn it i'm right. how else could they have survived such wrath?

well, i slept through much of the boat trip, awakened by the splash of water from outside the boat which soaked the back of my shirt. i was considerably lucky because kester (who was sitting beside me) got wet twice. and we were the only ones in the boat who, by some twist of faith, got splashed with water. it's weird considering the window behind us had some kind of plastic curtain to keep the water out. i actually gave up tryingto figure out how the hell we got wet.

i thought we were never going to see land ever again... so we collectively wished real hard, and prayed, sang hymns and burned incense. after an hour of lip-service we were at the beach. it was 2-ish then. whether the prayer and hymns and incense had something to do with it, is beyond me. i was okay with the fact that we were actually walking on sand, real sand.

then we were faced with a bigger problem. we still had no place to stay. the beach front hotels were all already fully booked. luckily, some locals were willing to share their residential space (if the price is right, of course) to the disillusioned tourists. so we landed paying for a shack among the woods. we literally had to take a hike to reach the godforsaken place. it wasn't the least bit hotel-sy (not that we were actually looking for a hotel-ish place. any airconditioned room could have worked) and we even had to share the house with the owners. while we slept at the rooms (their rooms), they slept on the floor at the living area. it was, well... a house-- a typical probinsya house, i might add, with a 30+ inch cable tv. neat... at that point we were willing to take anything just so there was somewhere we could spend the night (and somewhere, where we could take showers). we figured it didn't really matter because we were going to be out at the beach the entire time.

so we finally found a place, it was 4pm then, meaning we have all forgotten to eat lunch, what with all that looking-for-a-decent-place-to-stay fiasco. by then, i had a really, really throbbing headache and my world was literally spinning before my eyes and then i started throwing up. i felt really sick, maybe from hours of having eaten nothing (i forgot i was not able to eat a decent breaksfast) and the sordid heat that burned the very core of my existence. if i did not have a hat on, i feel all the gray matter would ooze out of my ears in search for a more tolerable weather. so there i went. the whole household hearing the entire episode of me puking in the toilet. really, really disgusting. :P
i was not really in the mood to go to the beach despite the prodding , having

KLSP

KLSP

(sa mtv, video ng spongecola- KLSP yung palabas)

kuya: ahh..yan pala yung KLSP

egs: oo nga. di mo alam?

kuya: e ano ba ibig sabihin ng KLSP?

egs: Kulang Lang Sa Pansin

kuya: ahh... akala ko KuLangot Sa Pader.

wtf...

heat wave

heat wave

my overused statement for today (and perhaps a couple more months): NAPAKAINIT!!!

sobrang init talaga. kaya naman pala naimbento ang summer vacation e . dahil wala sigurong gaganahan mag-aral kung ganito kainit tapos yung classroom niyo hindi aircon tapos siksikan pa. sus, naiimagine ko pa lang nanlalagkit na ko. ewww... ito yung pinaka ayokong feeling sa lahat. yung mainit na medyo humid tapos parang laging pawis yung mga tao.kadiri talaga. sa sobrang init bumigay na yung isa naming fan. overheat daw. right...

tapos pansin niyo? mas maraming creepy, crawly stuff kapag summer. ayoko pa naman nun. yung pinakanakakatakot e yung mga lumilipad sa malapit sa ilaw pag gabi. parang hindi nga nauubusan ng pila ng mga langgam sa kusina namin e. kahit anong pahid ng miracle chalk (na bigay ni Tita Del, pangontra raw sa ipis at langgam, pero di ako naniniwalang miracle yun) ang gawin mo, hindi pa rin sila mawala-wala. sa bagay kailangan natin silang intindihin, 'they're saving up for the rainy days'. hehe.

kanina habang tirik ang araw, tanghaling tapat, at walang magandang palabas sa tv, naisip ko bakit ba hindi na lang mag-hibernate ang mga humans pag tag-init katulad nung ginagawa ng mga oso pag winter? sa ganong paraan, hindi na natin kailangan magpawis at mag give-off ng heat na dumadagdag pa sa amount ng universal heat energy. hindi rin naman efficient ang magtrabaho pag ganito kainit dahil mas mabilis tayong mapagod. di naman tayo tulad ng mga langgam na kailangan mag-ipon ng food para sa tag-ulan dba?

kaya lang hindi pwede. masyado tayong ginawang adaptable ni mother nature. kainis.

ayun. kaya rin natutuwa akong manood ng spongebob. kasi sila kahit sa ilalim ng dagat, nagssnow pa rin. kaya gusto kong pumasok. kasi sa school aircon. sa bus aircon din. sa rob aircon din. kung pwede nga lang dun na matulog para malamig e gnawa ko na. kaya lang di ako nakapasok ngayon. bad trip. dami ko pa namang lalakaring mga bagay. tapos gusto ko rin magpalamig sa bus. oh well, bukas na lang siguro. buti na lang pala binalita sa kin kanina na hindi nako magffinals sa kahit anong subject. yehey!!! ang saya.

pero mainit pa rin ngayon. malapit na kong maligo sa ice water.

mood post #1

mood post #1

i need to study for my chemistry exam but i can't. i just can't. and i have come up with about a hundred excuses to justify my sheer lack of motivation.
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my left ear is swollen. it's red and it's slightly bigger than my other ear. it's quite funny actually. but hell... it's really really painful. i think my inflammatory response got activated. well, it's nice to know my immune system's working and all but my concentration level's down to zero because of the stupid pain. now, i can't study. i can't even do anything even slightly productive anymore.

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oh and yeah, have i not mentioned yet? i'm on vacation mode already. it's really hard to do anything. i even find getting out of bed in the morning/early afternoon such an immense feat. now, flipping my notes is just too much to handle...

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i am a total sloth...isn't that a capital sin or something? my cathecism skills fail me as of the moment. but i'm pretty sure its on one of them list of sins. i'm just lucky i don't grow algae on my back.

i'm so lazy i might as well be on coma. haha.

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meet my new bestfriend:

it has the coolest shows ever. it used to be a boring channel, but it rose from the ashes and turned to this wonderful phoenix of a tv channel. haha. i just love it.

i suggest you watch that special on spiders. sobrang astig. cool editing. cool cinematography. cool writers. cool spiders. cool everything. you shouldn't miss it. and while you're at it, try and catch an episode of Interpol Investigates. ang galing din. if you're into all the blood and gore, Built for the Kill is just the perfect show for you. and a ton others. basta. manood na lang kayo.

finally

finally

guess what? i had my ear pierced today. it's actually a second piercing on my left ear. i'd love to post a picture of it but too bad the cam's not here. anyway, donna and i have been planning this for months and we swore that we'd get it this march. and now we finally did! i reeeally love it!

but the piercing part, was really painful. a sharp pain followed by numbness and a seemingly swollen head. you could practically feel the piece of metal go through the thin layer of cartilage on your ear lobe. but the pain's tolerable, especially when you have experienced being injected with distilled water intramuscularly and intradermally all in one day.

the sales person who got us pierced said it would be ok by 2 to 3 weeks. and everyday i'd have to clean it with baby oil or something. i'm not really sure bout the care instructions. maybe i'll call donna. for now, i have to take extra care with everything i do just so as not to touch it. and god knows how careless i can get!

yeah so, i thought my mom would go ballistic when she finds out, but surprise, surprise, she didn't. well, there were a few questions but wth, i guess she figured she can't do anything about it. :P

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and i just finished watching romeo and juliet. the one which starred leonardo di caprio (that bisexual guy) and kate winslet. no wait... that's titanic. haha. i mean, that girl, what's her name again? oh yeah. claire danes. everytime i hear her name, i imagine her seeing all those rodents she allegedly saw when she came to the philippines. awww... poor dear. she must have had the shock of her life.

so anyway... i hate shakespeare! and i think romeo and juliet (the novel) is so stupid. but it's an effective tragedy nonetheless. i just don't get why romeo and juliet had to kiss so much. and i don't get why (god why!) had they not thought of mobile phones? haha. period movies suck. :P

the lost post

the lost post

** so here's the lost post.

right... so the semester's almost over except for a few untied ends:

1. natsci 1 chemistry- departmental exam on wednesday. haven't studied yet.

2. n11- i don't have a freakin' idea about my class standing. but i'm pretty confident i won't take the finals. but then again, i don't want to hope too much.

3. n12 fabella- i stil have to complete 1 assist and 3 more deliveries on april 11th. night shift nanaman ito... i don't know if i still have my biological clock working. sana maraming cases sa shift namin.

4. n12 community- papers. papers. papers. a few more revisions and i'm done... that is if my CI would have the heart to return my papers on time. sir, parang awa niyo na, tapusin niyo na ang pagchcheck :)

thank god i won't need to take the dreaded pharmacology finals. i don't know if i could handle one semester's worth of pharmacology again. it's just too much. and besides, i'm unofficially on vacation mode now. i'm not sure if i could handle anything anymore. haha.
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now i don't know what to do with all my vacant time. i hate being idle as much as i hate doing so much academic stuff. but don't get me wrong, i love going to school if only for the allowance *wink wink. i'd rather do nothing at school than at home. at least, you won't get scolded for lazing around and not doing the chores. but then again, i love being home. one word, friends: cabletelevision. (it's all just one word for me hehe).

i swear i have to learn how to play the friggin' guitar this summer. it's one of my life's missions... hehe. i just want to learn how to play an instrument. now, i regret having dropped out of my piano lessons class. but come to think of it, the piano is such a boring instrument. i mean, you can't bring it to school even if you wanted to. and i think, it's A-crowd material. not so UP... and i don't mean anything by that.

i have to learn a chord before this summer ends... no, wait. make that two chords. i think i can find some dumb song with two chords... hehe.

there's one teeny bit of a problem though, i don't know where to find a freakin' guitar! :D

i hate blogger

* this was where a decent entry should have been... if not for the moronic doings of blogger!

it all disappeared right after i hit the publish post button. damn it.

lesson: type it first on notepad or something! (how many times have i told you that?)

kwentong cubicle

kwentong cubicle

walang dapat ikahiya sa kubeta ng kaisipan

minsan pabulong

minsan pasigaw

minsan maingay

minsan tahimik

minsan magulo

minsan maayos

minsan madumi

minsan malinis

kung minsan isang malaking kalokohan

ngunit gayunpaman

mahalaga pa rin ang toilet hygiene :P

angsty teenager shit pt.1

angsty teenager shit pt.1

dala na rin siguro ng hiya at major guilt-trip dahil ilang beses na rin namin silang naiindian sa mga lakaran, natuloy na rin yung matagal na naming balak na mapanood sa isa sa mga gig nila ang Batopik.small time gig lang 'to sa LCC, nung nakaraang wednesday ng gabi. pero astig na rin. actually, tatlo silang 'guest bands': final project, DBTC, Batopik. bulok yung final project. ang feeling kasi nung vocalist nila. hindi naman cute tapos pumipiyok pa. duh! dude, hindi to contest ng pagalingan sa pagpiyok no! buti sana kung gwapo ka e hindi naman. umuwi ka na lang. :P galing nung DBTC (some band from don bosco) syempre dahil tinugtog nila yung cute without the e. haha. masayang-masaya na ko nun. aliw yung vocalist nila ang tabaching tapos A++ for stage presence. if i didn't know any better, maiisip ko na tinrain siya ni Kuya Germs kapalit ni Ike Lozada sa master showman(hehe SLN po mister Ike). pero di nga, kapal ng mukha chong. training ba yan sa don bosco? (peace! sa mga taga don bosco. baka kuyugin niyo na ko neto). pero syempre da best yung Batopik (*ubo *ubo pano ba yan? kailangan na nila kong bayaran.hehe). galing kaya nila. for bookings and reservations contact...

ang audience: nagtitiliang high school girls. you wouldn't think na catholic school ang pinasok mo kung pagmamasdan mo ang mga kasuotan nila. gaawd, there was this one girl, who came in wearing this super short skirt and a hot pink top which was practically a bra for crying out loud! and there were millions of others wearing tube tops and mid riffs. if i'm not mistaken, 80 something percent wore minis, and 90% would have to see a chiropractor the following day from wearing heels (or maybe they won't, but that's not the point). seeing them, you'll think Britney Spears is their friggin' messiah or something. and shit naman, come on they're practically children! i'm talking 12 to 16 year-olds here, people. 12 to 16 year old kids! i don't understand the fuss about wanting to grow up so soon. ang sarap kaya magpaka-high school. all the thrill... haay high school. buti na lang college na ko.*belat* hehe.

we were totally out of place there wearing our beloved maong and shirt (sabay bulong sa sarili 'dibale, 'neng UP ka naman e.). of course, i have grown out of that certain wild high you get from parties back in high school. yung tipong preparation pa lang excited na excited ka na. not that i've attended many during my time (naks i talk like it was 50 yrs ago haha). yung alam mo yun, minsan-lang-kasi-kaya-itodo-na-natin-to attitude. maybe with age (and experience), you do get that certain maturity. and promise, nun ko lang nalaman na mature na pala ako sa lagay na 'to. plus, the realization that i'm really an adult now, na matanda na ko kaya di ko na keri ang fashion ng mga kabataan ngayon. hehe. 18 na nga ako e. two years from now 20 na ko (malamang). wala lang. gusto ko lang sabihin. :P ang tatak pala ng pagiging mature ay wala sa pananamit o panlabas na anyo, kundi sa pagkilos ng naayon at sa pagdedesisyon para sa sarili.

ayan na-frustrate naman tuloy ako. tumatanda na ko pero ang dami ko pang gustong gawin sa buhay ko. yung mga bagay na sana noon ko pa sinimulan at yung mga bagay na sana masimulan ko na ngayon pa lang. there's so much to do with so little time. oh crap, i think i'm running out of time! wag naman sana.

randomness

randomness

i'm glad to be semi-productive these days. ahhh... ganito pala yung feeling ng nagsisipag. semi-sipag. hindi pa full blast. baka mabigla ako pag finull blast ko at lalo lang akong tamarin. o mas malala baka magkasakit na lang ako all together.

well anyway, kahit na anong sipag ko, parang hindi naman maubos-ubos ang mga papers na dapat kong gawin. tambak na nga yung revisions na kailangan kong i-accomplish e. sa larangang yan, medyo napag-iiwanan na ako.

ang coooool... inemail ko yung poet ng napili kong poem para sa humanities poetry reading/interpretation/analysis namin, si IMTIAZ DHARKER, some dudette from India who makes films and writes poems for a living. in all fairness multi-awarded siya. feeling close nga ako e. humihingi ako ng tips kung pano ko iiinterpret yung poem niya. best part is, nagreply siya. di niya naman sinagot query ko dahil medyo busy raw siya, pero nagreply siya yun ang mahalaga. astig sana kung nakuha ko yung sagot niya bago ako makapagrecite sa humanties. kaya lang tapos na ko magrecite at wala akong planong ulitin pa ang experience. i suck at public speaking, really.

nasusuka na ko sa template ko. >vomit<

i'm back

i'm back

medyo na-kumbinsi ko na rin ang sarili kong mag-update ng blog, pagkatapos ng tatlong linggong pagiging abala (at patuloy pang pagiging abala) sa maraming bagay (lahat-lahat na yan).

marami na ring nangyari. tulad nito:

WARD 3 a.k.a. Department of Medicine ward

Kung akala ko nakita ko na ang tunay na mukha ng PGH sa ENT ward last sem, sa ward 3 ko nalaman na hindi pa pala. Baklang-bakla ang mga cases sa ENT ward kung ikukumpara sa ward 3. wala sa kalingkingan ng ward 3 ang ENT ward. Sa totoo lang, sobrang nanghina ako nung una kong ilibot ang mga mata ko sa ward 3. Alam mo yung halong pakiramdam ng awa at pagkadismaya sa nakikita mo? ganun yung feeling.

Dito, halos lahat ng pasyente may TB. Ang isang pasyenteng sa ward 3 kung di dating may TB ay siguradong magkakaron ng TB sa sobrang congested ng ward. Kung medyo compromised ang immune system mo dahil sa puyat o sa kung ano pa mang dahilan di kataka-takang kapitan ka ng TB. Kaya lahat na ng gawang pag-iwas ay nagawa na namin. Andyan yung maya-mayang pag-aalcohol at yung halos di paghinga kung wala kaming mask. Kasama na rin dyan yung pagooverdose sa Vitamin C para lang lumakas ang resistensya.

Dito, karaniwan ang isang pasyenteng kabi-kabila ang tubong nakadikit sa katawan pero mas karaniwan yung pasyenteng naburdahan na ang braso sa dami ng swero. OP ang pasyenteng hindi naka-IV fluids. OP rin yung walang tubo sa katawan. Di ko malaman, pero parang palalaan yata ng sakit dito. Mas sikat kapag mas malala. Parang ganun.

Sa ward3 mo marerealize ang totoong kahulugan ng salitang sugat. Naalala ko nagwound care kami dun sa pasyente ko. Yung sugat niya ay isang malaking abscess na sumakop sa buong likod ng ulo niya. Non-healing wound na may necrotic tissue. The rest would be up to your wild imagination. Promise. You'll never look at a wound the same way ever again.

Dito ka rin makaka-encounter ng mga pasyenteng sobrang masungit at un-welcoming. Yung mga pasyenteng mayayamutin at naninigaw tlga. well, hindi mo rin naman sila masisisi. If i were in there condition, i'd probably act the same way or maybe even worse. Ikaw ba naman, may sakit ka na nga tapos mapupunta ka pa sa isang lugar na puro may malalalang sakit ang nakapalibot sayo, ewan ko na lang kung di ka pa mabadtrip nun. But I guess they don't really have a choice, do they?

Sa ward 3 mo rin malalaman kung san nanggaling ang tagalog idiom na "umuubo ng piyano". dahil may mga pasyente pala tlgang sobrang lakas ng pag-ubo akala mo mageexpectorate ng piyano. kung hindi man, ilalabas na nila ang internal organs nila.

Matatawa ka sa ward 3 dahil ito lang yta ang ward at ang PGH lang ang ospital na merong gumagalang stray cats sa loob ng mga ward. Nakita ko with my very own eyes. Talk about sanitary health.

Ultimate ward experience ang med ward. Kahit na sobrang bwisit na bwisit ako sa CI (clinical instructor) namin. At sa bawat umagang nakikita ko siya parang sumisirko ang sikmura ko sa inis. At sa tuwing nakikita ko siya parang gusto ko siyang sulatan ng SOAPIE dahil mukha siyang chart! bwahahahaha >:D

Nagpapasalamat pa rin ako dahil iniwan ko ang ward 3 ng wala itong pinapabaon sa king sakit or whatever. SObrang salamat dahil di ako nagka-TB kahit na palagi akong pumapasok ng puyat dahil sa papers.

Oh well... hanggang sa susunod muling ward adventures.

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the lamest 18th birthday ever invented

the lamest 18th birthday ever invented
don't ask.

i turned eighteen yesterday and i'm not thrilled being of legal age or anything. i just couldn't understand why people actually make too much of a deal out of this whole being-18 thing. i mean why can't it be 19 or 16 or 20 or any other birthday for that matter? and it sucks even more when you're a girl. i know you can think of a gazillion reasons but still i don't get it. i mean, come on. 18 roses? 18 candles? 18 treasures? 18 s? what's all that 18 stuff for anyway? total waste... or maybe it's just bitter me talking. >:D

honestly, (unlike dan) i'm not feeling any more sempai-ish now than i did 18 years ago. i exepected too much... tsk tsk.

you know what else?

natatakot na akong mag-jaywalk ngayon. kasi baka hindi lang isang malupit na Lupang Hinirang (last ko yatang kinanta to... di ko na maalala) ang abutin ko , now that i'm legal and all. :P

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although my actual birthday sucked as much as it did...

still a gazillion thanks to the people who remembered. you made my day so much better, promise. umaga pa lang pinasaya niyo na araw ko :D

salamat kay ma'am ramos for not noticing i was late for class last monday.

friends, salamat sa cds at sa iba pang regalo. da best silang lahat.

salamat rin sa surprise cake na pinagsaluhan natin under 10 minutes sa GAB canteen. na surprise talaga ko. muntik niyo na ko paiyakin... pero hindi! :P . ang di niyo alam umiyak ako after... hehe joke.

salamat tlga.

somebody once told me to count my blessings... i realized i couldn't count them. they're too many.

wala ako sa mood magpost ng bagong entry...

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talaga bang sadya lang na may mga panahong pakiramdam mo kinakalawang ang utak mo?

ganun kasi yung pakiramdam ko ngayon. sa dinami-dami ng lecture handouts na binasa ko, parang wala nanaman akong matandaan. ang masaklap nito, alam kong kailangan ko silang matandaan, exam or no exam...

ngayon, ano ba ang pagkakaiba ng sulfonylureas sa biguanines, megletidines, thiazolidinediones at alpha-glucosidase inhibitors?

may nadagdag nanaman pala sa wonderful collection of bus anecdotes ko kanina. eto yung excerpt:

egay: (nagpipigil ng tawa habang nanonood ng extra challenge)

manyak na konduktor: bat ka natatawa?

egay: (sa isip: naknam... e bat ka ba nangingialam? ) wala. -_-

pampalinaw ba talaga ng mata ang bitamina A?

sa wakas, naging malinaw rin ang lahat. naintindihan ko rin ang humanities 1. nagets ko rin ang love song ni Prufrock! magpapamisa ako sa linggo :p

ang salbutamol ba bronchodilator o corticosteroid?

wtf. lapit na pala ng bday ko. hala.