This, my friends, marks the beginning of a decade-long journey to the most-coveted land of medical professionals licensed to heal.
Thursday, February 24, 2011
At Last.
Monday, February 21, 2011
Golf? I'd Rather Gulp.
The 64th Philippine Airlines Interclub Golf Tournament was a blast, considering that nothing unexpected happened. But as a bystander for medical emergencies, it was, to me, a bit of a bore. But luckily, I found company in the words of Frank McCourt through his book Angela's Ashes; drank a lot of Coke Zero and Del Monte Pineapple juice; took the players' blood pressures all throughout the duration of the event; blogged through my phone; read an old edition of the Medical Blue Book; witnessed everything and everyone as they came and passed by.
It was boring, but it surely was worth my time considering there were lots of emergency operations those days back at the hospital. At least, at the Golf Club, it wasn't that toxic. I'll be returning there for the Men's Division come Wednesday. I hope it would just come and go as expected.
Cheers to the players!
Friday, February 18, 2011
HELP me!
Hi. My name is Trikstar. And I am bored.
I am stuck here, doing some medical work at an interclub golf tournament, and I am deeply, honestly and irritatingly bored. Thanks to my stethoscope and sphygmomanometer, I am the frequent stop-by of players who wanted to have their pressures checked before and after the game. I am even the constant stop-over of waiters and waitresses. I have a book with me to keep me some company, if only for a while.
So help me. I am bored. My digits: 0927 vtv mygy
Help me kill the time.
I am stuck here, doing some medical work at an interclub golf tournament, and I am deeply, honestly and irritatingly bored. Thanks to my stethoscope and sphygmomanometer, I am the frequent stop-by of players who wanted to have their pressures checked before and after the game. I am even the constant stop-over of waiters and waitresses. I have a book with me to keep me some company, if only for a while.
So help me. I am bored. My digits: 0927 vtv mygy
Help me kill the time.
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Monday, February 14, 2011
Excuse Me
Valentine's Day is so overrated. It is an excuse for the hopeless romantic, a tragedy for the broken, liberty for the skeptic.
I am single. And so, pardon my words.
Friday, February 11, 2011
February Fever
In commemoration of the fiesta of Our Lady of Lourdes, the Del Monte team came up with a series of activities, starting with a Fun Run which was open to all, even to civilians not in connection with Del Monte. They also had a cheerdance competition and get this, a boxing tournament! All throughout, I've been assigned as one of the medical team sent to cover the event. Good thing there were no untoward incidents, and the day ended up funny and well. :-)
Runners with the picturesque Mt Kitanglad behind them
Amid the early morning rays
The medical team: Me, Cora (midwife), Rose (nurse), Doc Candy and JunJun (ambulance driver)
The boys: Sir Charles, Me, JunJun and Rolin (nurse)
The Grounds
Kids at Play
Happy Feet
A kiddo buying some street candy
Rolin enjoying the show
Even passers-by were enjoying
Kids practicing for their competition
Drumline
Legs!
Pink Rangers!
Even Mr Balloon Man was there, too!
Miguel made it to the cut, too!
This team didn't make it, but they were still ecstatic
Mark's pets
The Boxing Competition (where the boxers came over in their "parang napadaan lang" attire) LOL
Kids took comfort from the pouring rain under the boxing ring!
The events just get better year after year! Camp Phillips is truly the place to be :-)
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
Long Lost Letter
I'm currently stuck here, all alone in this empty house. Folks are out, TV's got nothing but re-runs, the Net's just ran out of stuff to browse into, and I am all spaced out. So, I sort of came across browsed over my old blog, and found the last article written, dated September 21, 2007. And since V Day is just around the corner, allow me to be melodramatic just this once. Hehe.
Here is a letter I wrote on what was supposed to be our anniversary. A confession of lost love, of finding oneself, and being whole despite the odds. The words written here still hold true up until this very moment.
dear Grace,
yesterday was the day i had always been waiting for. ironically though, i wanted it to end so fast. just as fast as how you left.
isn't it funny how life can trick you to bringing you what you've always dreamed of and when its about time for you to get it, fate gets it back even before you smell its existence. it had always been within my system to keep special dates just as special as they were once made. nostalgia is a one way ticket, i just realized, to loneliness and eventually to desperation. i have never been this desperate. i have never been so much in love.
you see, until now, i haven't had the chance to look back and reminisce about days gone by. there's not enough reason to do so right now. the past is just as blurry as the present, and the future's all hazy with the dreams i have so long planned only to find Fate beaming with great pride that once again he defeated the last desperate mortal.
i am tryin to get by, you know that. what option is there left rather than letting go and starting anew. it hurts like hell, yes. but holding on burns me to death, and we both know it's a slow process, like smoking (haha. the thing you so hated which is now my life). you see, i have never dreamt anything for myself other than being a photographer (haha, i am a dreamer, we both know that. we've always known that). all other dreams and plans were for the both of us, about you going to my parents' high school reunion party this december, or us going to el nido a week or so after my graduation, or me going back to cebu to stay with you for a couple of days and nights and have a few casual beers with our friends, or simply you be the everyday subject of my own personal dream (taking perfect shots when you're not looking-- how much pride it could have given me!). all these dreams are but plans of days long gone by, where they remain; where turning them to realities could only be done by the Fairy Godmother herself. and i haven't seen her flying around my room lately, sprinkling dusts of whatever that make wishes come true.
i am in so much pain, but yesterday was way too painful than all other days. yesterday would have been a happy day, me sending flowers, you receiving them in the middle of your math or english class, and then everybody would look at you and think how much i am in love with you. and when you'd get home, you'd see a package of what should have contained another ring, or a necklace. these plans led to me wanting to send you flowers through a friend, yet you refused. all these beautiful plans led to nothing. you and me, crying on our own now.
it hurts. yes, it hurts more now. now that i know you're almost at the point of getting over us, totally.
i know i haven't said this, and i can't anymore say this to you. but please allow me. belated happy anniversary, still.
with all my love,
Chim
Here is a letter I wrote on what was supposed to be our anniversary. A confession of lost love, of finding oneself, and being whole despite the odds. The words written here still hold true up until this very moment.
dear Grace,
yesterday was the day i had always been waiting for. ironically though, i wanted it to end so fast. just as fast as how you left.
isn't it funny how life can trick you to bringing you what you've always dreamed of and when its about time for you to get it, fate gets it back even before you smell its existence. it had always been within my system to keep special dates just as special as they were once made. nostalgia is a one way ticket, i just realized, to loneliness and eventually to desperation. i have never been this desperate. i have never been so much in love.
you see, until now, i haven't had the chance to look back and reminisce about days gone by. there's not enough reason to do so right now. the past is just as blurry as the present, and the future's all hazy with the dreams i have so long planned only to find Fate beaming with great pride that once again he defeated the last desperate mortal.
i am tryin to get by, you know that. what option is there left rather than letting go and starting anew. it hurts like hell, yes. but holding on burns me to death, and we both know it's a slow process, like smoking (haha. the thing you so hated which is now my life). you see, i have never dreamt anything for myself other than being a photographer (haha, i am a dreamer, we both know that. we've always known that). all other dreams and plans were for the both of us, about you going to my parents' high school reunion party this december, or us going to el nido a week or so after my graduation, or me going back to cebu to stay with you for a couple of days and nights and have a few casual beers with our friends, or simply you be the everyday subject of my own personal dream (taking perfect shots when you're not looking-- how much pride it could have given me!). all these dreams are but plans of days long gone by, where they remain; where turning them to realities could only be done by the Fairy Godmother herself. and i haven't seen her flying around my room lately, sprinkling dusts of whatever that make wishes come true.
i am in so much pain, but yesterday was way too painful than all other days. yesterday would have been a happy day, me sending flowers, you receiving them in the middle of your math or english class, and then everybody would look at you and think how much i am in love with you. and when you'd get home, you'd see a package of what should have contained another ring, or a necklace. these plans led to me wanting to send you flowers through a friend, yet you refused. all these beautiful plans led to nothing. you and me, crying on our own now.
it hurts. yes, it hurts more now. now that i know you're almost at the point of getting over us, totally.
i know i haven't said this, and i can't anymore say this to you. but please allow me. belated happy anniversary, still.
with all my love,
Chim
The Simple Life
Living a simple life takes more than just contentment. It is a lifelong journey, and with its constant turns and bends here and there, going back to living this kind of life is just as beautiful as the other.
So, here's me, riding a small dragon coaster in the middle of the festivities here in Bukidnon.
This is something I have been doing since I was a kid, and even if I will become a Med student sometime in the near future, this kind of adrenaline rush will always be on my list.
So, here's me, riding a small dragon coaster in the middle of the festivities here in Bukidnon.
This is something I have been doing since I was a kid, and even if I will become a Med student sometime in the near future, this kind of adrenaline rush will always be on my list.
Monday, February 7, 2011
The Beginning of a Lifelong Journey
Are these signs?
1. It's February 7, 2011. The first day of registration of the NMAT, or the National Medical Aptitude Test (or something). And I didn't go to work due to an upset stomach, so instead I applied here, online. Great.
2. I'm re-running Grey's Anatomy.
3. I'm listening to Grey's Anatomy songs.
4. A friend told me where to stay in Manila on the day of the exam.
5. I'm having a good feeling that this is going to work out just fine.
Whew! I'm on my way now to a road that doesn't have a way back. Wish me luck, include me in your prayers. Meanwhile, I'm just going to ask my mom to pay the BPI account for my exam so I can get the papers already.
It's a rainy afternoon, so keep warm guys! :-)
1. It's February 7, 2011. The first day of registration of the NMAT, or the National Medical Aptitude Test (or something). And I didn't go to work due to an upset stomach, so instead I applied here, online. Great.
2. I'm re-running Grey's Anatomy.
3. I'm listening to Grey's Anatomy songs.
4. A friend told me where to stay in Manila on the day of the exam.
5. I'm having a good feeling that this is going to work out just fine.
Whew! I'm on my way now to a road that doesn't have a way back. Wish me luck, include me in your prayers. Meanwhile, I'm just going to ask my mom to pay the BPI account for my exam so I can get the papers already.
It's a rainy afternoon, so keep warm guys! :-)
Friday, February 4, 2011
It Had Always Been You
Don't patronize me.
'Coz I can't make you love me
If you don't.
You can't make your heart feel
Something it won't.
Here in the dark
In these final hours,
I will lay down my heart
And I'll feel the power;
But you won't.
No, you won't.
'Coz I can't make you love me
If you don't.
I Can't Make You Love Me, Bonnie Raitt
I've been listening to this song for hours already. And it still could bring a tear to my eyes. Sadness is like a candle; you can't put it out if you're not ready to face the fire.
'Coz I can't make you love me
If you don't.
You can't make your heart feel
Something it won't.
Here in the dark
In these final hours,
I will lay down my heart
And I'll feel the power;
But you won't.
No, you won't.
'Coz I can't make you love me
If you don't.
I Can't Make You Love Me, Bonnie Raitt
I've been listening to this song for hours already. And it still could bring a tear to my eyes. Sadness is like a candle; you can't put it out if you're not ready to face the fire.
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
A Day That Could Change My Life... Forever.
I woke up this morning and said to myself: 'Hey, I want to be a doctor!'
And so thoughts flew like bullets on rage: what to do, how much will it cost me, what will I specialize, or how will I say this to my boss? The idea kept flitting in my head like tiny birds on a window sill, singing soft melodies over the gentle morning air.
All throughout the day, I had the thought in mind. What if, all the while, all I ever wanted in life was to be a doctor and I just didn't have the courage to admit it and make it come true? So things took a different course this day. I told a close friend, and soon, talk started to spread around the workplace like wildfire. So I decided to tell the senior nurses inside the OR my decision. Ma'am Kathy and Sir Doods couldn't have agreed more. They said it was about time for me to take Med. Even Dr. Diesto thought so, too.
So excitement turned into pride, and as the afternoon whiled away, turned into something that resembled fear. I don't want to think I couldn't make it. I don't want to be pressured either. I wanted to think, that what if I'm going to be a doctor for the rest of my life. Would it excite me still? I needed to think. I needed honest and impartial opinions. I needed time. I still need those, actually.
So, the day ended with my heart still in awe about how people are actually trying to help me follow my dreams. As Doc Sharon said it: Not everyone is made to be a doctor. Yes, I agree. But a good old friend also said: Everyone can find a job, but not everyone is given the CHANCE to be a doctor.
So, I think I'll take the NMAT this April. Wish me luck!
And so thoughts flew like bullets on rage: what to do, how much will it cost me, what will I specialize, or how will I say this to my boss? The idea kept flitting in my head like tiny birds on a window sill, singing soft melodies over the gentle morning air.
All throughout the day, I had the thought in mind. What if, all the while, all I ever wanted in life was to be a doctor and I just didn't have the courage to admit it and make it come true? So things took a different course this day. I told a close friend, and soon, talk started to spread around the workplace like wildfire. So I decided to tell the senior nurses inside the OR my decision. Ma'am Kathy and Sir Doods couldn't have agreed more. They said it was about time for me to take Med. Even Dr. Diesto thought so, too.
So excitement turned into pride, and as the afternoon whiled away, turned into something that resembled fear. I don't want to think I couldn't make it. I don't want to be pressured either. I wanted to think, that what if I'm going to be a doctor for the rest of my life. Would it excite me still? I needed to think. I needed honest and impartial opinions. I needed time. I still need those, actually.
So, the day ended with my heart still in awe about how people are actually trying to help me follow my dreams. As Doc Sharon said it: Not everyone is made to be a doctor. Yes, I agree. But a good old friend also said: Everyone can find a job, but not everyone is given the CHANCE to be a doctor.
So, I think I'll take the NMAT this April. Wish me luck!
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