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Thursday, 21 October 2010

18-0 Is The Shiznit!

Boastfulness: To Infinity and Beyond!

I don't know about you, but I get a kick out of the word "boastful". For starters, this used to be an insult hurled toward my friends who are medical technologists because they were passing the crappiest exams there is. At first we were annoyed because it was totally unfair to call them that and it isn't their fault if those who said that are failing the test. And we also found out that we were the topic of the "madamot sa trans" statuses in Facebook. 

The boastful kids

And after 20 eons, I have come into blogging about it. Lol. Let me rationalize our actions that were misunderstood by the humble ones:
  1. We do not make transcriptions for you because we are not your fucking trans committee. It was proposed by the class president but you guys refused so we decided to make our own transcriptions for our group. Get it? OUR GROUP. See number 3.
  2. People are waiting for trans to magically drop from the sky, like manna from heaven. They complain when we are delayed in uploading and then they say more bullshit than what Cristy Fermin can cook up. Transcription making is a bitch. I have been making transcriptions last year so I know how hard it is to make. Whatever that is not included in the lecture notes, I look it up in the book and add it with my own lecture notes. Really tedious, I tell you.
  3. We are not totally heartless. it's just that transcriptions do not have feet so it will not come to you as soon as we print it. By virtue of logic, you have to ask us for a copy so that you can have the transcription. Nobody asks so we don't give it out. It is obnoxious to offer it to the entire class when we know that every group is making their own. 
  4. In our group, majority of us are Liaison Officers (LO). The misconception is that LO's are supposed to make transcriptions. It just so happened that I like to make transcriptions of Pathology. Lol. For me, the job description of the LO is poorly defined. For starters, our role is to get a copy of the lecture and to communicate with the professors and that's it. Nowadays, I rarely share my copy of the lecture in Pathology because I make it at the last minute, people say that I don't do my job. Well technically it is not part of my job and you as a student, you are not doing YOUR job of reading your book.
But since it was totally illogical to even wallow in anger, we decided to poke fun at it by calling our group: BOASTFULS and assigned a moniker based on our pre-med dgree. Of course, Ice and I the boastful RN's, Khat, Ricky, Rap and Rexor are the boastful RMT's while Portia and Russ are boastful biologists, Clarisse is the boastful pharmacist and Jek is the boastful biochemist.


BOASTFULNESS is HAPPINESS. Lol.

We have forgiven them already because I think they don't know what they're saying. Rly. And now, they are at our mercy. And that is an example of extreme boastfulness. Hrhr.

I Am A Proud Bedan

I know that San Beda is not that popular in the realm of medicine but I don't see why you should be ashamed to say that I AM A BEDAN. I find it really funny to hear that some people do not admit this, but instead pose as a student of the Premier State University up to now. And it makes me go WTF.

I am saying this, not only because we rule in sports, Law and Business Courses, it's also because the school is helping me be something I really want: A GOOD PHYSICIAN.
Jeje. Hrhr.


In the gym..where champions are made. :)


Future Bedan Doctors

But come to think of it, she gives me a good LOL, that person. *snigger*

Let's All Gawk At The Awesomeness of Shakira's Leading Man


This must be LOVE! Lol.

Sunday, 8 August 2010

Pampatanggal Inis

Lookie at my god child, Jan Courtney. So cute!

Sige Na, Ako Na Si Dr. Loser

Saying that I got up on the wrong side of the bed is an understatement. There's always a reason for everything. Even for my foul mood.

The day I decided I wanted to be a doctor, I knew that I would have to make a lot of sacrifices. And that includes a lot of things that I like. Really, it's so hard to give up a lot of things but I'm getting there. I still have to learn to get over some things like, not being able to come home regularly and not being able to join family get-together thingies. When I think of it, it really does cause me great distress because I'm used to go out with my family. There are also a lot of things that I want to do, like travel the world and all sorts of stuff but I just have to give that up while I'm in med school.

So I just can't accept it that some people had to mock you about these kinds of things. They don't know shit on how hard it really is for me.

And what's worse, it had to come from the persons who I think would understand these things.

Though I'm more serious now and have a decreased tolerance for bullshit, I have retained some of the fun aspects of my personality. But sometimes, you have to know the limits of what is amusing and what is offensive. Let's take the word: LOSER.

I know that I'm a total loser for not having gone out of the country. Even if it's my ultimate dream to see the world, a lot of things prevent me from doing so. First, it is not cheap and we aren't that rich. And second, I always have limited time. I know and I understand that. But now that an opportunity is coming but my schedule won't permit me, it's a bit frustrating for me. But I can't do anything about that so I have to be a bitter bitch until it passes about.

SO YOU DON'T HAVE TO GO ABOUT AND RUB IT ALL OVER MY FACE.

You guys keep on calling me that but I don't retaliate even if it offends me so much. I just give a few remarks in order to make you stop but you just DON'T. At times I can tolerate it but when you had to have to call me that every time that the SG trip is in hot topic, it's TOO MUCH. Why would I be cooperative when you ask me through text on what my schedule is while addressing me as LOSER? Why do everytime we have to talk about it you guys have to address me like that? Kung pwede naman talaga, sasama ako eh. Palibhasa kasi hindi nyo alam kung gaano pa ako nahihirapang tanggapin na mapapag-iwanan ako. There are some instances that I had to cry out of frustration. And what hurts me more, you don't notice that it makes me feel bad. I feel that I have chosen the most epic of all epic failures and made the stupidest decision by going to med school. Calling me a loser made me even more determined to drag my ass to a plane kaso nakakadagdag lang sa stress. You guys just don't know that I have already reached a point that I want to quit because I'm so stressed out and you are not helping. You're stressing me out even more.

This morning was just too much. I was oversleeping because I stayed up late because I have difficulty falling asleep and that I still have many things to research on. I had to get up because it's almost 12 and I can hear the word: LOSER. And I know that includes me again. Nakakasira ng araw lalo na at pagod na pagod ako tapos yun ang unag-unang maririnig mo sa umaga. Pagbaba mo, di mo naririnig pero sumesenyas ng "L". Nakakairita. Akala nyo hindi ko nakikita yun. Sige nga, ipaparanas ko sa inyo yung pakiramdam na binabalahura ka. Nainis na talaga ako kaya bumanat na ako. Hindi ko na nagawang magbiro.

At syempre pagbanat ko, ako na naman ang masama. Nagkaron na naman ng bagong kahulugan ang mga bagay na ginawa ko, kahit naman hindi iyon ang ibig kong sabihin. Sinubukan kong magpaliwanag, pero tuluy-tuloy pa rin ang pagsigaw sa akin. Sa bandang huli, naiyak na lang ako. Bakit pa ako magsasalita kung wala rin namang makikinig? 

I can't say this out loud because I know nobody will listen to me. No one does. Whan they do, they cut me off early on. So it's fucking useless to open up.

Tinamad tuloy akong mag-aral. Fuck tomorrow's IC Pedia simulation.

Saturday, 26 June 2010

The Social Caterpillar of Sports

My Facebook wall was previously loaded with “Go Celtics” or “Go Lakers” posts and I totally can’t relate even if I knew technicalities in basketball. Well, I used to watch basketball but lost interest so I shifted to other things like tennis. Since I don’t have ninja reflexes, I admire these tennis players for their smart but quick moves. They have it in basketball but it’s kind of different because the ball is much smaller and travels in hundreds of kilometers per hour. And I also like the spontaneous game planning. Would they squash the ball or do a drop shot?

Not to mention, they have hot players whose names sound so sexy that you’d actually attempt to substitute your surname with theirs. Example:

Robin Soderling : Kristine Anne Soderling
Roger Federer : Kristine Anne Federer (PWEDE!!! Kaso hindi na talaga mangyayari ito. Lol.)
Novak Djokovic : Kristine Anne Djokovic
Andy Roddick : Kristine Anne Roddick
Rafael Nadal : Kristine Anne Nadal (PWEDENG-PWEDE!!! How I wish.)
♥♥Te quiero♥♥

Plus, no one will be such a kontra-bulate when it comes to tennis. I find sports arguments tiresome because no one would allow themselves to lose. And because tennis isn’t popular here, I’m spared from having to argue with others.

Excitement: Check.
On the spot Game Planning: Check
Fangirl Satisfaction: Double check.
Major Argument Prevention: Check.

So tennis works better for me, aside from the fact that I took up tennis lessons when I was a kid. Kbye.

Images from:
Nadal: http://www.rundschau-online.de/ks/images/mdsBild
Federer: http://www.digitaljournal.com
Djokovic: http://www.eurosong2008belgrade.com

Goodbye Chimay Mode, Hello 80% Hell

All summer long, I’m working like a slave. I did most of the household chores with little or no help and I hate it. It’s a bit unglamorous but we don’t have a maid so I have to do it. It has its advantages though, because I get to make sure that everything is disinfected. I like my stuff disinfected. Plus I get to bitch around whenever there are some forms of irresponsibility that break the cleanliness and I end up getting exempted from doing a chore since I refuse to do so because I’m totally pissed.

And all that’s going to end as school starts. Thankfully.

The only catch is I’m kind of scared to go back to school because the 80% exemption grade is also going to be applied to the upperclassmen. Oh noes!

Kontra Bulate Chronicle #2: Ebola Carrier

It was a very hot day so the King of Sparta decided to fix his documents upstairs in my room. Since I’m prone to disturbances when watching TV downstairs, I went to my room instead to watch TV. And then I noticed the King’s passport, ay may kakaibang tatak! Sensing that I was staring and knowing that I’m naturally curious when it comes to foreign objects, the King of Sparta told me that it’s his visa to Angola.

“Ay patingin!” I said.

“Hindi pwede, kung sinu-sinong egoy ang humawak nyan. Ma-Ebola ka pa dyan. Baka ikaw pa ang maging dahilan ng panibagong 1 week suspension ng klase nyo.”

Bonggacious, ang kill joy talaga! Pwede namang sabihing hindi pwede, ang dami pang sinabi. Pfft!

Monday, 31 May 2010

Kontra Bulate Chronicle #1: My Road To Johannesburg…Is Never Going To Be Constructed

As the Spartan King was recounting his long journey in the African continent, he mentioned that after they left Ankara, they set out for South Africa. Knowing that South Africa is the host for this year’s FIFA World Cup, I began to get excited and asked him where exactly they went to.

“Sa Johannesburg.”

I grew more excited. “Ay talaga Daddy? Nakita mo ba yung ginagawa dun, yung ano, yung Football City ata yun? Nakita ko kasi sa National Geographic.”

“Kasi nga may laro dun ngayon kaya maraming tao.” He replied.

“Ay na-excite ako!”

Just as I was thinking that the King of Sparta will share my sentiment, he looked scandalized and almost yelled: “Ano, na-eexcite ka? Paano ka ma-eexcite dun? Puro luko-luko ang mga tao dun. Yung team nga ng Colombia, na-hold up silang lahat. Tapos ma-eexcite ka. Ma-hold up ka pa dun.”

BASAG!!!!

But I had to LOL at his facial expression which shows of disbelief and annoyance at my excitement. All I said was, “Talaga?!” and then he went on about what the Colombians went through to get justice for what they experienced since the King and his men saw the team while filing a complaint.

And then I shut up. Trust the King of Sparta to rain on my parade. I saw The Mummy giving me an o-ano-wala-kang-laban-diyan look. And then she sniggered.

Aha, he’s definitely back.

Kontra Bulate Chronicles

Because the Daddy is already home, my mom, my siblings and I will experience the wrath of his joy killing. Sometimes it pisses me off really bad but most of the time (about 70%) he makes me LOL. And since I get a kick out of reminiscing how my dad and I argue, I will start writing a series of dialogues that I shall lovingly refer to as the “Kontra Bulate Chronicles”. The cast of characters are:

• Daddy - King of Sparta
• Mommy- The Mummy (Oh, how creative!)
• Ate Richie- Ms. Australia
• Charmaine- Ms. Japan
• Christopher- Pogi
• Me- Narrator

Kontra bulate is our family slang for “kontrabida” or antagonist. Our dad always seems to find something negative in almost anything we like to do so we gave him the nickname, even if we know that he means well. And it’s also mommy’s way of getting back at daddy after he referred to her as “Seksing Butete”.

We poke fun at each other so don’t get all prissy. That’s how we roll.

Thursday, 27 May 2010

Back To School Resolutions

Since sophomore year is just around the corner, here are some of my plans to make my two semesters productive.
  • Study very well. Read in advance- Although I did this in my freshman year, I just need to write this down again to remind myself that I shouldn’t be lazy and exert double effort.
  • Aim for exemption in all subjects- I just aimed for the passing grade because I thought I couldn’t get an exemption. But surprise, surprise! I did get exempted in majority of the subjects even Biochemistry, the phantom menace.
  • Eat right- Since I suffered from the “jazz pants syndrome” on my second semester, I need to cut down on excessive food intake. Not only that, I need to save myself from brain shriveling food and start eating healthful ones that actually boost my brain power. Seryoso, meron nyan! I read it at Women’s Health Magazine.
  • Wag maging kill joy- I’ll try not to say no when my friends ask me to come with them to the mall or something. Unless I’m tired or feeling extremely lazy. I think I’ll need more periods of chillaxin’ this year in order to get over the stressful life ahead. So I say GO GO GO!
  • Wag umasa sa trans- dahil hindi naman lahat ng nakasulat dun, lumalabas. Unless the professors told you to pay attention to the notes they gave you, then that’s the time I’d actually take time to read it. Sa totoo lang, minsan natatanga ako sa trans.
So that’s it. This is different from New Year’s resolutions because I happen to actually do this since I don’t want to mess up. I mess up NY’s resolutions even if I hadn’t made one. Haha.

Dear Goyardina,

Sige na, ikaw na ang reyna ng dalampasigan…

At doon na lang ako sa ilalim ng tubig. Parang shokoy lang.

Love,
Balenchaka

Dear Classmates,


Through thick and thin, exemption or finals, we will become doctors.
See you! :)

I Was Bitten By The Island Bug

Those who know me really well are aware that I don’t like huge throngs of people, especially during times of much needed relaxation. However, Boracay is an exception. How can I resist the abundance of water activities and sights to see? Since no one gives a shit on what you wear or whether you actually exist, you can feel that there’s no huge crowd even if 1/6 of Manila’s population is there. And that’s also one of the reasons why I love that place.


Even if they say that Boracay is the new jologs haven, I don’t care. I’ll always come back. ♥

Thursday, 13 May 2010

0_o’

Guess how many people own the stuff in these photos.




ANSWER: Two.
My sister Richie and Charmaine own of those stuff. It’s three years’ worth of accumulated stuff and junk in their dorm room.

Houston, I Have A Problem. But I Caused It.

Our 5-month old male tabby cat, Chiyo and I have gotten close over the summer break. Since I was bored out of my brains, I resorted to playing with Chiyo and his mom, Evil Kitty as a form of entertainment. Because of that, I usually find Chiyo in close proximity most of the time when I’m entitled to some inactivity. Like now as I’m typing this, the cat is sleeping behind my netbook and Evil Kitty is sleeping in the staircase behind me. I guess they found themselves a sucker for their cunning feline cuteness.


When I left for Boracay, Chiyo got sick. He was salivating, timid, had a wounded snout, was coughing, had snot blocking its left nostril, refused to play and couldn’t meow. It scared me shitless as the word RABIES kept ringing in my ear. However, it is eating and drinking normally and even developed a liking for sweet corn.

Incidentally, when I returned home the cat slowly got better after a few days. I joked that Chiyo just missed me that’s why it got sick. My mom countered, “Paano yan kapag may pasok ka na? Baka magkasakit na naman yan.”

Thanks to that train of thought, I’m going paranoid. I can only think of giving myself a pat on the back then kicking myself afterwards for cracking a joke that my mom would eventually turn against me.

My Idea Of Relieving Exam-Induced Stress

Freedom is LOVE. I thought nail polish is a no-no in med school as it was during nursing school but I was wrong. They wouldn’t shoot fire out of their eyeballs if they saw you sporting pink nails. Yay! So with the stress of the final exams, I had to detox using the tried and tested board-exam tension relieving method of Toyang, Mama Les and moi: putting on nail polish. I was so high so I painted each fingernail in a different color using the samples from The Face Shop and Skin Food.




I don’t know why it works for me. Maybe it’s the fumes.

Practice Makes Perfect



…unfortunately, it may give you bruises on the process. But hey, it’s still worth it. So let’s keep practicing. :)

* Bruise caused by incessant practicing how to elicit deep tendon reflexes on myself.

Power Packed Meals Are The Shiznit!

If the Japanese have the Bento box, St. Paul Manila has its own version.



The catch is that it only consists of one serving of rice and a viand. But it doesn’t stop there because it is just a part of their meal package. Yup, a meal package. I guess it’s a way of the SPC sisters to still take care of us even if we’re away and probably a way to justify that we get what we’re paying for.

I got firsthand experience of this kind of meal pack whenever I get sent to medical missions and when I was still a dormer at the University dorm. You get this lunch box, a fruit (a banana or an orange) and a juice drink. It’s enough to provide you energy for performing the most treacherous and the most unforgiving tasks. And enough glucose for your brain to help you identify that I just made a lame imitation of Bear Grylls. So I figured that these meal packs are the best.

Or so I’ve realized.

What I don’t know is that their Nursing graduates who are in the in-house review program receive the mother ship of all meal packs throughout the two days of the board exam. Day 1 of the board exam and I’m feeling jittery that I didn’t notice that my meal pack is heavier than usual. I casually slipped the relief good-style package to my paper bag and focused more on calling all the saints and the beatified people that I know of.

As I laid my paper bag on the platform of my exam room, I noticed that people gave me funny looks whenever they take a peek at my paper bag. At a designated time for a quick snack, I realized why they went WTH over my pack. The food that the trusty school canteen staff prepared is enough to feed an entire row of examinees. For real (we’re 5 in a row). Let’s enumerate the contents:

1. 2 bottles of San Paolo purified drinking water.
2. 2 tetra packs of Zest-O orange juice drink (The only “artificial” thing on the menu)
3. 1 piece of freshly baked ensaymada (rumor has it that the school chef baked it herself)
4. 1 St. Paul lunch box with a serving of rice and viand
5. 1 piece of medium sized Mandarin orange
6. 1 piece of medium sized banana
7. 1 triple decker tuna sandwich (which I ate for breakfast as a preventive measure for puking my guts out due to nervousness)

Basically, that’s it. Why should I pay attention to their funny looks when I’m basking in satiety (plus the Omega 3 and 6) that my tuna sandwich can provide? I truly appreciate the effort behind the meal pack I was carrying. A lot of thought was put into it so that we wouldn’t have brain-wilting food preservatives in our blood stream during the exams. When Day 2 came I mastered the art of ignoring those who took a peek at my pack.

Three years has passed since I last received a St. Paul meal pack and I must say that I kind of miss getting one.

Saturday, 10 April 2010

A True Story

Watch this first. Then I'll talk.


I saw this video over at my sister's blog and I strongly agree with Dr. Leah Paquiz is talking about: nurses are exploited.

This is one of the reasons why I went unemployed for 6 months after passing the June 2007 Nurses' Licensure exam. Almost of all of the hospitals I've applied to are not open for hiring or have preposterous board rating requirements that only the topnotcher can cook up. Instead, they give me this option to "volunteer" so that if a staff nurse resigns, they can have me as the replacement. 

There was this instance at a local hospital I was applying to that I tried to find out what the heck this volunteer thing is. After submitting my resume and getting the same reply that I got from the rest of the hospitals, I asked:

"Hanggang kailan naman po iyang volunteer period?"

"Basta hanggang may mag-resign", the HR personnel replied. I nod my head, signifying that I understood.

Mistaking my nod for a yes, the woman immediately followed it up with "Kaso wala kang sweldo. Tapos magbabayad ka ng 4,000 para sa modules."

I just stared at her in aghast, almost saying "what the hell?" out loud. Four fucking thousand? Are you kidding me? That was the last straw. Considering the immigration status of nurses, there is no freaking way that someone will resign ASAP. And if I do volunteer, how long would I wait to be a regular employee? I bet it'd take me forever. Forever waiting, forever unpaid. 

"Ano, isa-sign up na ba kita?" The HR employee cut into my rebellious mental rampage.

I said, "no" and smiled. A I'm-not-a-dumbass-so-I-won't-take-your-stupid-offer kind of smile, that is. Then I left.

I'd rather wallow in self-pity in being unemployed rather than get myself exploited. Four years of rigorous training in nursing school and a professional nurse's license and that's what I'm going to get!? I won't allow myself to participate in this con trick, thank you very much.

I don't deserve this kind of treatment. Actually EVERY professional nurse doesn't deserve this.

Almost everyone had the same problem that I encountered. This was already brought to the attention of the government and they provided us with an assurance that they will do everything they can to stop this.

But that assurance is still stuck at the shithole of their motor cortex. There are still a whole lot of nurses shelling out their own money and is working without salary just for the sake of experience. More nursing graduates are produced annually. A few thousand become registered nurses but only a handful of them get decent paying jobs at hospitals and clinics.

Don't get me started with the poor working conditions and poor compensation once they get employed. It's like instant death from fatigue and hunger. Aside from the contribution to humanity, nurses have to make a living too, you know.

I am mad that this is happening, so to speak. Even if I blogged about this the whole day and invite everyone to march around Mendiola in a rally in the past, there's no one in the administration who provided us with a solution. And then they are bragging that we are the number one exporter of nurses. WTH. It seems to me that nurses flee the sorry condition that they are in.

So to the next batch of politicians, PLEASE LANG. Help the Philippine health care profession to be free of the rut that it is stuck in.

Thursday, 8 April 2010

Two Places I Wish I’ve Known While I’m At It

1. Olotayan Island, Roxas City, Capiz
I’ve been to Roxas City, Capiz countless times and I have never heard anyone in the family talk about this island. And I’m not even sure if my relatives knew that this island ever existed in the geography of the province because they keep taking us to Baybay Beach whenever my siblings and I go beach crazy.

As far as my research goes, this island is just a twenty minute boat ride away from the city proper and it boasts of white sand beach, along with the nearby islands whose names I forgot.

Oh my gulay, so pretty!

A few years back, my siblings and I stayed with my grandparents in Roxas City for a month and got tired of Baybay Beach, not knowing that there is something for us to discover at Olotayan Island. If I had known, I would’ve had a totally kickass vacation.

2. Bat Caves, Boracay Island, Aklan
It was after a few weeks of our Boracay trip that we realized that what the boatman wanted us to see is the Bat Caves. Now I know why the boatman wanted us to leave Puka Beach early. He wanted to steer clear of the rough current so we can get to the other side of the island. And we, the clueless tourists do not know what the heck is on that part that the boatman wanted us to see.

But the current set in really fast and it wasn’t advisable to go. And the advice came from three experienced seafarers (the boatman, my uncle, and my cousin) so I’d rather not insist in going. At least we got back safely. And there’s no use going back the next day, we were with kill joys so it’s going to be a no-no.

Now that I’ve known the two, I’m ready to go back. :D

Olotayan Island photo taken here. There's plenty where that came from. Click on the link to view more photos.

Di Ko Ma-Gets

This is one TV commercial (TVC) that I don’t understand:



Bakit ka bibili ng regular bacon at margarine kung ayaw mong ipakain sa asawa mo? Pwede namang bumili ng lean meat at reduced fat or zero fat margarine kung gusto mo ng cholesterol controlled diet. Not to mention, the girl’s throat clearing sounds really annoying. Pretty pa naman si ate.

Can someone please enlighten me on this one? My realistic thinking seems to be clouding my appreciation for marketing strategies so if you know the answer and even bother answering, thank you very much.

I Am Not Normal…Or At Least My Circadian Rhythm Isn't

• 11:00 PM – I’m starting preparing myself before going to sleep.
• 11:30 PM – I go to bed.
• 11:31 PM onwards – I toss and turn, trying to make myself fall asleep while occasionally glancing at my cellphone clock.
• 1:53 AM – Last usual time check.
• Unknown Time – I fall asleep.
• 10 AM – I wake up but still feel tired.

I know this is not a normal human being’s bedtime but that’s my sleep routine for the past few weeks. For ten freaking months, even if I’m really sleepy, I’m not supposed to doze off as early as normal humans should because I need to finish reading. But now that I’m actually free of these tasks, I can’t even fall asleep. This is getting frustrating.

Technically, I’m awake at night and asleep during the day. So that’s why there are times I can’t help falling asleep during class.

Power napping.

And no, I’m not one of them vampires or call center agents. I’m just a regular student whose body clock is seriously messed up. Take it from me, kids. You wouldn’t want a fucked up body clock. It’d be bitching on you for the rest of your sleeping life so I suggest you get all the sleep that you can.

Miss Lonely

And I’m not referring to my love life. Sometimes there is more to life than Kthx.

Have you ever felt so happy that you want to celebrate with the people close to you but you can’t because you think that it is inappropriate to make them go out of their way for you while in the middle of solving their own crisis? I’m in that situation now and not liking it one bit. This is one of my most hated feelings. EVER.

To console myself, I try my best to help them in any way I can so at least they won’t feel left out.

Although I’m doing my best to help them, I can’t help thinking of giving a little love to myself. I know it’s not wrong but I have always believed that happiness should be shared. For me, success is meaningless when you have no one to share it with. You’d still end up lonely. It’s hard to be happy but alone.

There are times that I am happy when I’m alone. But that’s just when I need personal space, my own time to think through things. This is different.

I think all of this is coming from a part of me growing up.

For The Removals

Since the removal exam draws near, let me share some of the prayers that was taught to us by our clinical instructors during my college days. It was really helpful for me so I hope that it would also help you guys along the way. :)

Prayer To St. Joseph of Cupertino
O great St. Joseph of Cupertino, who while on earth did obtain from God the grace to be asked in the examinations only the questions you know. Grant us a similar favor in the examination we are preparing to take. In return, we promise to make you known and cause you to be invoked.

St. Joseph of Cupertino, pray for us. (3x)

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Prayer To The Infant Jesus
O miraculous Infant Jesus, we beseech you to cast a merciful look on our troubled hearts. Set your tender heart inclined to pity, be softened by our prayer and grant us the grace that we ardently implore, (insert petition here: e.g. a passing mark in the removal exams). Take from us the affliction, despair, trials and misfortune and send us consolation and aid for the sake of your Sacred Infancy. Hear our prayers that we may praise you with the Father and the Holy Spirit forever and ever. Amen.

Good luck guys! :)

Sunday, 4 April 2010

Grammar Police - Repost

Was browsing through my blog entries and my Multiply account. Old but I still LOL'ed. Original entry from my Multiply site.

Ever since my Gossip Girl Pinoy Version was discussed in Chuvaness' blog, my blog stats went up due to the influx of visitors from her site. And these sets of visitors probably included this anonymous commentor who said:

Grammar Police

I was perplexed because this person clearly did not get the essence of exaggeration and shoved up into my ass the textbook-based technicalities of the English language. So I told this person in my most polite explanation:

Grammar Police2

I should've included: "Thank you, Captain Anonymous Asshole, Sir". Heh.

Clearly, this dude doesn't know that exaggeration (hyperbole) is also part of the English language by means of the figures of speech. And as a sucker for formality, shouldn't this person know how dynamic and flexible the rules are? What pissed me off that bad is he/she started to intimidate me by asking dumbass questions and assuming I have pyloric fucking stenosis, as if I don't know what the hell is that.

I should probably tell this fucktard to log on to Urban Dictionary.com.

I am also a "grammar police" but I don't go around and tell people that their grammar is fucking wrong...I just say it out loud when (1) the person is insulting but is using wrong grammar and (2) if the sentence belongs to a paragraph in a thesis or in any formal document.

So if you're a loud grammar police like this loser, a piece of advice: when you correct other people, make sure your corrections don't have epic fail written all over it.

Old School Calculating Is Still The Best

Oh gaahd. I'm so bored out of my wits so I tried de-cluttering my email inbox and suddenly became interested in all things old school. And it reminded me of those old sites I used to visit during internet lab hours back in my sophomore year in high school. So I typed one of them in. Boy oh boy, I was surprised that it is still up and running. I couldn't contain my hyenic laughter upon typing my victims' crushes' names.

Before all those love quizzes appeared in Facebook, I now present what we, the lowly jologs have: the Love Calculator.

Let's try it, boys and girls.

Exhibit A:
Lalaban Tayo.

Exhibit B:
Parang grade lang sa isang barberong Rel. Ed. essay nung college

Exhibit C:
*tili* kay sugar_baron? *himatay*

Amazing! Konti na lang maniniwala na ako kaya nilagay ko agad ang pangalan ni"JJ" para makita ang aming kapalaran. At ito ang lumabas:


O, HINDEEEEEEE!

Thursday, 1 April 2010

Four

People asked my stand on the issue after I posted the link. Read: They want to hear my bitchy comment. Here’s what I have to say:

Getting a professional license for nurses is bittersweet. Those clinical rotations and sleepless nights working on my requirements and studying for the exams have paid off when I saw my name on the roll of successful examinees of the June 2007 Nurses’ Licensure Exam. All those four years of hard work in nursing school seemed like a thing of the past.

And it took only four seconds for a dimwitted TV show to fuck up my integrity. Okay, so not only me but every nurse’s integrity. And it doesn’t involve reporters asking Justin Timberlake if he’s bringing sexy back.

I knew that Habang May Buhay by ABS-CBN is going to be a deal breaker ever since I saw Judy Ann Santos and Gladys Reyes pulling each other’s hair in the hospital. Though it was amusing to see these two hurting each other like they used to do in Mara Clara, it doesn’t do wonders because it has put the professionalism of nurses, even doctors, in question.


Not to mention, there’s countless medical FAIL shown. I just have to laugh. Don’t get me started on that seizure scene. That’s an entirely different story that deserves another blog post.

I knew I shouldn’t laugh anymore when I found out about Ang Nars’ letter to ABS-CBN about this scene where a nurse was shown to have sex with a patient. I went “WTH?!” because I saw that episode while I was channel surfing. I just flipped on the remote because I know that’s it’s just another unnecessary sex on Philippine primetime. Heck, I didn’t even know that the girl was a nurse.

Everyone knows how powerful media is. Even the crappiest of all lies would look believable if shown on TV. I know what’s next: everyone’s going to think that nurses are sex objects. So even if you go on telling people that we have a Code of Ethics and that the scene is bullshit, you can’t just modify that primary thought instilled by TV. Although it might happen, they have no basis that it actually happens. Why create a fictitious scene?

The reality is most nurses can’t even have a decent meal while on duty because they have a 1:5-1:20 nurse-patient ratio. With the workload, they can’t manage to squeeze that in. Carnal knowledge isn’t included in our Manual of Nursing Procedures or the Fundamental of Nursing book, thank you very much.

Like they actually need to read that. They fucking wrote their own manual.

And it pissed me off to know that ABS-CBN took the liberty to be guided by NBI for that “Kung Tayo’y Magkakalayo” thing. Were they afraid that NBI would kick their buns everyday for the rest of their lives once they fail? Probably. If it was so, why the heck can’t they ask the Philippine Nurses Association to help them portray Jane properly?

Unfuckingbelievable.

If they couldn’t even ask PNA’s help or can’t portray nurses properly, they should just stick to making soap operas where there are rainbow-pooping ponies, flying goats or whatever. Or they can ask Justin Timberlake if he has four minutes to save the world. Then maybe all of us might live in harmony.

Image from: ABS-CBN Forums

Monday, 29 March 2010

Review Erik Erikson With Your Neurotic Classmate, KC

Wala lang. I just want to share the reviewer I made for the developmental theory of Erik Erikson. All that's written there are the normal characteristics that you should expect in every age group. I hope that can help.



Just click on the attachment na lang.

Attachment: Erik Erikson.docx

Thursday, 25 March 2010

The Makings of a Fat Ass

Everyone said that I gained a lot of weight after 2 semesters. Meh. Medicine is so stressful and whenever I get stressed out I usually eat while studying. And this is why the people I know don’t have to wonder why I gained a lot of weight:

Booyeah!


Snacking every 3 hours after dinner until 2 AM really brings the adipose tissues on. ♫♪ Dum-di-dum-dum-dum ♫♪

Monday, 22 March 2010

Facepalm, Graduation Edition

• Lower Life Form (LLF) - n. A person who intentionally does an act that was earlier stated as prohibited.
• Universal Lower Life Form (ULLF) – n. The general term for the lower life forms of St Paul University Manila.

I attended my sister, Charmaine’s graduation last night at the Fleur-de-lis Auditorium. And I admit that her graduation, despite being held only in the school auditorium, is better because it was so organized compared to mine. Mine was held in the PICC Plenary Hall but it was so annoyingly disorganized. But that’s a completely different story. What made my sister’s graduation better is that the College of Nursing was separated from majority of the universal lower life forms so the instructions are executed well.

Before any program starts, it is a protocol of our university to brief the audience with some of the rules, like refraining from howling to maintain the solemnity of the ceremony. Technically, the ceremony was pushing through smoothly until the graduates of the College of Nursing were called out one by one.



“WOOOOOO!” A lower life form hollered as a graduate’s name was called.

I rolled my eyes and flashed that boy with an icy glare. I wanted to tell him to shut up but the audience on the second floor of the auditorium was already saying “Ssh!” to make him stop. But the boy wasn’t fazed. To add insult to the injury:

“WOOOOOOOOOOO! ATE KO YAN! WOOOOOOOOO!” And he kept going on.


I facepalmed. For real.

The rest of the audience were rolling their eyes and gave him annoyed looks. I saw the grimace on Ms. Dychangco’s (beautiful) face. Ms. Wynna, the University President was still smiling but her eyes have a “please-stop-it-will-you?” type of look. The nuns looked up at the second floor with an evil glare. Although there are times that the graduates themselves are howling, they did it shortly to cheer their classmate who they think deserve to be there. This lower life form can’t be stopped. He hollered once and then hollered continuously. WTH.

And then another lower life form, this time a girl, shrieked when her sister was called. Hindi nagpatalo ang lola nyo kay male LLF. I facepalmed again. The rest of the audience said “Ssh”. Sa totoo lang, ok sanang sumigaw ng ganun kung nasa competition kami. Kahit naman ako makikisigaw pero formal event kasi yun eh. That was just wrong.

Even my nasty sister cringed in her seat. I had to LOL at her comments. Charmaine told me that her one of her classmates said “Oh my gawd, bakit pinayagang pumasok ang mga squatter?” The classmate took the words right out of everyone’s mouth.

Boy and girl, knowing the professors of the College of Nursing, your sisters are going to be screwed because of your behavior. Screwed, I tell you.

Moonwalkers

They’re virtually in every place you can think of: the streets, malls, school grounds. No, they’re not Michael Jackson impersonators. Moonwalkers are able-bodied people who cause pedestrian traffic because of their slow walking pace. They are usually found in groups, at the center of the walkway and even if you say “excuse me”, they won’t step aside to let you pass. I used the term “moonwalkers” because of the Tagalog expression “Para kang naglalakad sa buwan” that refers to those who are walking slowly.


For the politically self righteous who are about to react negatively upon reading this, I’m already clarifying that sick, elderly, and disabled people aren’t included in this category. Please refer to the word “able-bodied” on my definition. Kthx.

When you are on the go or walk really big steps, moonwalkers can really get under your skin. And what can really push you to the edge is when you are in a hurry and you say excuse me, they just look at you and will not budge. Unfortunately for me who’s usually in a hurry and walk big steps, there are a lot of moonwalkers in the street where I live and in the street to my school. On my non-bitchy days, I just shrug my shoulders and just overtake. On my bitchy days, on the other hand, depending on the rate of my bitchiness, it’s either that I overtake and bump them on purpose or say excuse me again in a really nasty way until they let me pass.

A group of nursing students/moonwalkers got a taste of my classic bitchiness when I was walking on the way to school and are occupying the entire walkway. And they are walking rly slowly, yung tipong aabutin ng 48 years bago sila makarating sa pupuntahan nila. People are piling up behind them, excusing themselves but they kept going on with their slow pace. I can’t overtake because the only free space is the road. No can do, I’d die. So I said in an irritated voice “Pwede ba mga ineng, bilis-bilisan nyong lumakad. Nakaharang kayo sa dinadaanan ng iba dahil ambabagal ninyong lumakad. Hindi lang kayo ang dumadaan dito”. They looked back and saw that I wasn’t kidding so they stepped aside.

Call me a heinous bitch, I don't care. Excuse me for living, they don’t own the street and aren’t the only ones passing through so they should have the decency to make room for the other pedestrians. A rude awakening is needed to make them snap out of their slow paced world.

These people made me give a new meaning to the sentence, “Excuse me”. For me, it now means “Get the hell out of the way” when repeated the second time. I mean, srsly, it’s so annoying. That’s why I envy the streets of Japan. Aside from being squeaky clean, my sister told me that they have this “Yellow Lane” that is intended for people in a hurry and for the blind. And these people are allowed to bump those slow walkers who wandered off the “ordinary” lane.


Don’t tell me to live in Japan, I’m not comparing but instead, I want to give an example of peaceful co-existence between fast walkers and slow walkers that I wish we have here.

Moonwalk photo by WebNuns
Yellow Lane photo by SnippyHollow

Mahal Kong Biochemistry,

Gusto ko lang humingi ng tawad dahil di pa nag-uumpisa ang klase ay isinusumpa na kita. Actually, di pa nga ako nakakapag-resign sa trabaho, inaayawan na kita. Nakakailang page pa lang kasi ako ng nababasa sa Bettelheim’s Introduction to General, Organic and Biochemistry na librong hiniram ko sa kapatid ko, hilong-hilo na ako.



Siguro di lang tayo nagkakaintindihan. Paano kasi, kung kailan ko naiintindihan ang topic at kapag aral na aral ako, bumabagsak ako sa module exams. Tapos kapag naman joke time ang pag-aaral ko, saka ako pumapasa. Eh kung tutuusin ay 70% kadalasan ang aking level of preparedness. Kaya tuloy madalas akong tinatamad na basahin ang Harper’s Illustrated Biochemistry dahil magkakalokohan lang tayo.

Kahit ganun, naging mabait ka pa rin sa akin kaya gusto kong magpasalamat. Kung di dahil sa iyo, di ako makakabakasyon ng maaga. Pero di ibig sabihin nito ay favorite subject na kita. Sakto lang, pare. Sakto lang.

Lubos na gumagalang,
KC

Wednesday, 17 March 2010

One Flaw In Women

This is a nice email forward I got this afternoon. I'm sharing this with everyone.

One Flaw In Women 

Women have strengths that amaze men. 
They bear hardships and they carry burdens,
but they hold happiness, love and joy.

They smile when they want to scream.
They sing when they want to cry.
They cry when they are happy
and laugh when they are nervous.
They fight for what they believe in.
They stand up to injustice.

They don't take "no" for an answer
when they believe there is a better solution..

They go without so their family can have.
They go to the doctor with a frightened friend. They love unconditionally.
They cry when their children excel
and cheer when their friends get awards.

They are happy when they hear about
a birth or a wedding.
Their hearts break when a friend dies..
They grieve at the loss of a family member,
yet they are strong when they
think there is no strength left.
They know that a hug and a kiss
can heal a broken heart.

Women come in all shapes, sizes and colours

They'll drive, fly, walk, run or e-mail you
to show how much they care about you.

The heart of a woman is what
makes the world keep turning.

They bring joy, hope and love.
They have compassion and ideas.
They give moral support to their
family and friends.

Women have vital things to say
and everything to give.

HOWEVER, IF THERE IS ONE FLAW IN WOMEN,
IT IS THAT THEY FORGET THEIR WORTH.

Saturday, 6 February 2010

My Bad

OK. So my first post for the year isn't exactly that meaningful but whatevs.

To supplement you with something interesting, just check out this photo na lang. :D

Can't read much? Click here.

Mystery Solved!

After racking my brain and utilizing useless resources, I finally found out who the "guy of my dreams" is! Malandi, I know but spare me. I'm a girl...a fangirl.

From an unknown male in the Solmux ad board...

To a DANIEL MATSUNAGA!
Dimple pa lang, ulam na.


FYI, he's straight. ZOMG.WTH.ZOMG.LOL. Kinilig naman ako. Haha!

Too bad he's just here for some modeling jobs and some WTH TV project for Deadpan Dude's series in GMA 7. But who cares? He stimulates the nerd in me. This guy better be sitting with me on Intro to Clinics class so that we can define stimulation with Dra. Nicodemus. Haha!

Steely says: Ang mga sobrang gwapo ay yung kadalasang may sablay. I believe that.

...kasi sablay si Daniel Matsunaga dahil wala ako sa piling niya. *hyenic laugh*
Cheesy shit. I better end this now. Kbye.

Photos care of Chuvaness and Everywhere We Shoot