my breakfast crush

nurse

Echo Heron, author of Tendering Lives writes, "When a person becomes a nurse, they sign on for life... there is a certain quality – spirit, a depth of soul. Nursing is a calling, an abundance of compassion – the wisdom born of the heart."

tnx to letterjames.de

yeah!

I need all the prayers I could get..it's only a week to go...and my anxiety level goes sky high...

Sicut me Deus Adjuvet

another

this goes out to my family and friends

from letterjames.de

watcha tink?

All’s well that ends Newell
BACKSTAGE PASS By Lanz Leviste
The Philippine STAR 11/18/2005

The Harry Potter series is distinctly British literature, and the hiring of Mike Newell, the franchise’s first English director, to helm the fourth book’s screen adaptation is as obvious as it is wise. Of all six of J.K. Rowling’s published novel, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire is the most nuanced in its sharp shifts in mood and tone, and Newell, with screenwriter Steve Kloves, impressively compresses the 734-page tome into a two-and-a-half-hour instant classic. Unlike the seminal (albeit inadvertent) bastardizations of American Chris Columbus who directed Harry’s first two juvenile and amateurish romps (God knows what he’ll do with my beloved Rent, its filmic version out at the end of the month), Newell understands the machinery and milieu to surround Britain’s youth. Because Goblet is so much more an exploration into the universally recognized social politics of high school translated for British assimilation, he imbues Columbus’ pedestrianism with the aged, devilish Oxfordian charm of a beautifully shot Hogwarts, where students are naturally rowdy and uncouth and as ruthlessly cliquey as Regina George on a power trip. Working with Kloves, who has penned adaptations for all four Potter films (the next will be by Michael Goldenberg, before Kloves returns for the sixth), Newell is able to replicate the books’ sly British humor. Utterly hilarious was his poking fun at Anna Wintour: the witchy Vogue editor bares unquestionable resemblance (from the bob, the nose, the fur-trimmed coat) to Beauxbatons’ headmistress Madame Maxime, a half-giant with a low voice and penchant for, shall we say, similarly large Hogwarts faculty members. That entrance sequence introducing Beauxbatons and Durmstrang into the Great Hall is pure comic genius. With its reveling in the pettiness, anarchic fun and self-conscious sarcasm of tempered teenage years and enough comic awkwardness to make Ricky Gervais proud, Goblet is an all-too-surprising teen comedy of errors, evoking everything from William Shakespeare to John Hughes to Laguna Beach. The Yule Ball, an honored tradition of the Triwizard Tournament in which Harry (Daniel Radcliffe) has unceremoniously been chosen to participate in, is our first glimpse of a Hogwarts formal: naturally, after a great performance by ‘80s-inspired rock band the Weird Sisters (led by Pulp’s Jarvis Cocker and Radiohead’s Johnny Greenwood and Phil Selway, who wrote three deliciously campy songs for the film), Sixteen Candles-worthy high drama ensues. Suddenly, Ron (Rupert Grint) is Anthony Michael Hall in lacy velvet dress robes. Adapting a 734-page doorstopper forced Kloves to unfortunately cut out large subplots from the novel: nowhere to be seen is Hermione (Emma Watson) campaigning for house-elven rights, or even the Dursleys, or, dare I say, Mrs. Weasley. But most regrettable is how underused the fabulous Miranda Richardson is as feisty Daily Prophet reporter Rita Skeeter; she gives a performance of undeniable command, working with a potentially meaty role that has been sadly discarded. It is wonderful how Radcliffe, Watson and Grint have all matured as able actors, though the three Triwizard champions competing with Harry – Robert Pattinson as Hufflepuffian Cedric Diggory, Clémence Poésy as French Beuxbatons belle Fleur Delacour, and Stanislav Ianevski as Durmstrang superstar Viktor Krum – could have used more dialogue. This leaves more time however for Newell to boast some of the most impressive set pieces to be filmed in a while: each of the Tournament’s three challenges are breathtaking and astutely accurate realizations of the page, with digital effects to rival the best Hollywood has yet been able to screen for its audiences. The brief peek into the Quidditch World Cup; the thrilling and genuinely scary first task with a dragon; the sumptuously shot second challenge in the Black Lake; and the ominous maze of a third task are all moments of awe in the actual possibility of artistic and technical artistry in modern-day Hollywood. And Goblet’s prized set piece, the truly chilling graveyard confrontation with Voldemort (Ralph Fiennes, having so much fun in a coveted role), will remain one of the most memorable film sequences of 21st century cinema, one of utmost foreboding urgency and historic intertextuality enough for it to attain powerful social significance. All this is elevated by Patrick Doyle’s dark and romantic score, who tinkers with John William’s lighthearted themes for something with much more emotional profundity. In Goblet, Newell balances the artistic intensity Alfonso Cuarón so imaginatively (and darkly) accomplished in Prisoner of Azkaban last year with a more vivid understanding of the source text. I welcome the MPAA’s PG-13 rating for Goblet, the first in the previously PG franchise, as it shows a growth and maturity implicit in the succession of J.K. Rowling’s novels. Because we do not see the Muggle world, we are totally submerged into Rowling’s complex mythology, something that wasn’t fully present in the last three films. The film opens up the wizarding world beyond Hogwarts’ already-menacing intimacy, creating its own Middle Earth or Narnia identical to Tolkien’s or Lewis’ dangerous sense of whimsy. Goblet is not only the most magical of the films, but the grandest, most lavish celebration of Rowling’s work, expanding the Potter lore into panoramic narratives as Rowling’s intricate web of plots shows clear signs of emergence. Gone are the sparkly incantations and frothy spells of the childlike aesthetics of magic. Newell both visually and emotionally brings to the table what Rowling begun in Goblet of Fire, evolved gorgeously in Order of the Phoenix, and rendered to wrenchingly greater heights in this summer’s brilliant Half-Blood Prince: he recognizes that Rowling’s magic as an author stems not from clever and simple whodunits or Quidditch matches, but from how she is able to effortlessly knit a tightly woven adult thriller that makes us feel for these characters. The resultant motion picture is an ambitious, sweeping epic masterpiece of lush neo-Gothicism that meets kinetic technological wizardry. Newell paints with a calculated, terrorizing chaos so immensely absorbing it more than veers into Peter Jackson territory; with his slanted, almost disconcerting artistic eye for distorted visual puzzles and the way he finds blithe coherence in a sinister world of melancholy, he is Picasso, and this is his Guernica. The Potter films just keep getting better and better, this one just above what Cuarón’s magic had brought us last year; Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire is so far the greatest big-budget cinematic achievement any Hollywood studio has released this year, a fantasy thriller for the ages. Grade: A

In here he looks like an actor I know,but forgot the name..il blog it to ya l8r.(if u watch jessica alba's Dark angel,he is part of the cast..but he is not Stan... *wink*

can't get enuf of stan

In here he looks like an actor I know,but forgot the name..il blog it to ya l8r.(if u watch jessica alba's Dark angel,he is part of the cast..but he is not Stan... *wink*

stan's the man

In times like these,one needs inspiration...
but as hermione would put it, "Viktor is more of physical.......".

Every now and then every girl needs her slice of beefcake..hope stan could be more than that...

deranged by Krum

Name: Stanislav Ianevski

Nickname: Stan

Date of Birth: May 16, 1985

Astrological Sign: Taurus

Siblings: 1 Sister

Pets: a parrot, cat, 2 dogs, and a guinea pig family

Hobby: Gym training

Favorite Sports Team: The Bulgarian National Football Team (Soccer)

Favorite Music: All kinds especially Bulgarian

Favorite Food: Bulargian dishes and anything sweet

Favorite Films: XXX, The Last Samurai, Lord of The Rings Trilogy, and all of the Harry Potter films Favorite Actor/Actress: Keanu Reeves, Vin Diesel, Angelina Jolie, Liv Tyler

Favorite Place Visted: Has travelled the world all his life, but Bulgaria would come first

First Major Acting Role: Viktor Krum in "Harry Potter & The Goblet of Fire" How He Got The Part: "Well, I had only been in little school thing. In Israel, we had little theatre things, but they were minor. I got the part in my current school. We had afternoon registration and I was late, and I was speaking to one of my friends in school, running to sign in at the late afternoon. The casting director was walking by and she heard my voice. She turned around and told the head of drama that she wanted me to come to audition. That's how it started. I went to a lot of auditions and I eventually got to meet Mike and got the part." Future Acting Career?: "I've got to see my agent beforehand, but hopefully, there will be things to come." *Our fingers are crossed*

from stanislavi ianevski.com

pink-

my fave song as a college freshman

(Pink - Nine Lives)
Pink - it's my new obsession
Pink - it's not even a question,
Pink - on the lips of your lover
(oh)
'Cause Pink is the love you discover
Pink - as the bing on your cherry
Pink - 'cause you are so very
Pink - it's the color of passion
Ah, 'cause today it just goes with the fashion
Pink - it was love at first sight
Yeah, Pink - when I turn out the light
And Pink gets me high as a kite
And I think everything is going to be all right
No matter what we do tonight
You could be my flamingo
'Cause pink - it's the new kinda of lingo
Pink - like a deco umbrella
It's kink that you don't ever tell her
Pink - it was love at first sight
And Pink when I turn out the light
Pink gets me high as a kite
And I think everything is going to be all right
No matter what we do tonight
Yeah!
I want to be your lover
I, I wanna wrap you in rubber
And it's pink as the sheets that we lay on
'Cause Pink - it's my favorite crayon
Yeah!
Pink - it was love at first sight
Pink - when I turn out the light
Pink - it's like red but not quite
And I think, everything is going to be all right
No matter what we do tonight

the clock is ticking

tick tock tic tock...20 days and counting...to D-Day.

Sicut me Deus Adjuvet

daily bread

God often sends me joy through pain,

Through bitter loss, divinest gain;

Yet through it all – dark days

or bright – I know my Father leads aright.

– Conklin

daily bread

When fear and worry test your faith

And anxious thoughts assail,

Remember God is in control

And He will never fail.

– Sper

a Christian view of death

A POINT OF AWARENESS By Preciosa S. Soliven
The Philippine Star 11/10/2005
We picture death as coming to destroy;
Let us rather see it as Jesus Christ coming to save.
We think of death as an ending;
Rather think of it as new life beginning.
We think of death as losing;
Rather think of it as winning, as final victory.
We think of death as parting;
Rather think of it as a meeting… of loved ones.
We think of death as going away;
Rather think of it as surviving… home at last!
Death is not extinguishing the light.
It is putting out the lamp — because the DAY, the Eternal Day has dawned.
So, Lord: Help us to see death for what it really is
(Reference: To Those Who Mourn by C. W. Leadbeater)

22 days to go

yes, I am in a race against time.D-Day is less than a month to go..I have yet to receive my confirmation in 2 weeks time.whether or not I'm in or out..honestly have not read a word from my notes nor the books I'm supposed to read..
The gameplan is to practice taking exams..no time to even read now, I guess...It's too late to read now..
I trust in the mercy of God forever.
It's only with Him that I'll survive or even live after all of this..as far as I'm concerned,I'M DEAD MEAT..
ciao

dis s her really--ms. Apol or aka Narci Ignoramus

another from mr. rod nepo's artik

Sometimes we get punched. At
times, we feel like we’re "reeling on the ropes," or like we’re about to be knocked out. And sometimes, no matter how many punches we throw, we can’t seem to hit our target. When we get lucky, we do manage to get some punches in here and there. And, just like in life, sometimes we win, other times we lose. And sometimes we’re saved by the bell. When that happens, we Pinoys love to say, "Di pa tapos ang boxing!"

another exerpt

Make time to enrich your mind and to fulfill your dreams
By Regina Belmonte
The Philippine STAR
10/30/2005

Life is too short for us to be wasting our time on nothing. We don’t have enough time in this life to do everything, but that shouldn’t stop us from trying. Make time for the people you love, for the dreams still unfulfilled, for the enrichment of your mind and yourself, before time runs out. Life isn’t going to stop and wait for us, we have to keep going, whether the times are good or bad, because the world waiting outside is beautiful. Being yourself has become the vibe of today.

People strive to be unique and express themselves. We no longer want to be imitations of something else; now, we want to be ourselves, no compromise, no holds barred. We aren’t afraid to like what we like or do what we do, because all that matters now is that we know we’re being true to ourselves. There isn’t enough time to cater to all the demands of the world today. We have to do what makes us complete, what makes us better people.

Quotations to live by

Quotations to live by

JUST BETWEEN YOU & ME

By Jacquilou BlancoThe Philippine STAR 10/30/2005

Just because a man lacks the use of his eyes

doesn’t mean he lacks vision. – Stevie Wonder

What counts in making a happy marriage is
not so much how compatible you are, but

how you deal with incompatibility. – George Levinger

Kindness is in our power, even when fondness is not. – Samuel

Johnson Forgiveness is the sweetest revenge. – Isaac Friedman

You can always tell a real friend who you’ve made a fool of yourself, he doesn’t feel you’ve done a permanent job. – Laurence J. Peter

I am somebody. I am me. I like being me. And I need

nobody to make me somebody. – Louis L’Amour

There is nothing wrong with making mistakes, just

don’t respond with encores. – Anonymous

Whenever you fall, pick something up. – Oswald Avery

If you have no will to change it, you have no right to criticize it. – Anonymous

One who smiles rather than rages is always the stronger. – Japanese saying

We have only this moment, sparkling like a star in our hand, and melting like a snowflake. Let us use it before it is too late. – Marie Beynon Ray

It doesn’t hurt to be optimistic, you can always cry later. – Lucimar Santos de Lima And if not how, when? – The Talmud

If we are intended for great ends, we are

called to great hazards. – John Henry Newman

Hope hopes we have learned something from yesterday. – John Wayne

Success comes before work only in the dictionary. – Anonymous

You may have to fight a battle more than once to win it. – Margaret Thatcher

Nothing is particularly hard if you divide it into small jobs. – Henry Ford

Ask and it shall be given to you, seek and you will find. Knock and the door will be opened to you. For everyone who asks receives. He who seeks finds. And to him who
knocks, the door will be opened. – Luke’s Gospel

exerpt

Getting ahead of time
IT’S A WONDERFUL LIFE
By Rod Nepomuceno
The Philippine STAR 10/31/2005

Yes, time flies whether you’re having fun or not. You have two choices – either allow yourself to get overwhelmed or you seize it. I choose the latter and you should too. Don’t let time leave you behind. Fly with time, before you run out of time. Time is an ally, not an enemy. Don’t watch it tick away. Take time by its wings and soar with it. Let it take you where you’ve never been before. Go for what matters to you. In the end, that’s what matters. Eventually, all of us will be measured against time – the time that we had here on earth. Wouldn’t you want to pass that final test with flying colors? I know I would.

forwarded message

Love starts with a smile, grows with a kiss, and ends with a tear.

Don't cry over anyone who won't cry over you.

Good friends are hard to find, harder to leave, and impossible to forget.

Don't let the past hold you back, you're missing the good stuff.

BEST FRIENDS are the siblings God forgot to give us.

When it hurts to look back, and you're scared to look ahead, you can look beside you and your BEST FRIEND will be there.

Nobody is perfect until you fall in love with them.

paano kumain ng libro

from ronibats

Kapag kakain ng libro, huwag maging pihikan; tikman ang lahat ng pwedeng tikman at huwag agad aayaw.
Maaaring mapipilas na ang pabalat na natapunan ng kape at naninilaw na ang mga mapapanghing pahina, pero alalahaning hindi ang mga ito ang iyong nanamnamin kundi ang mga muni-muni ng may-akda. Huwag ding maniwala sa sabi-sabi; magkakaiba ang ating panlasa. Higit sa lahat, tandaan ang sinabi ni Anonymous: “Never judge a book by its movie.”
Nasa sa iyo kung gaano mo kabilis isusubo ang mga salita, pero sana, pagtagalin ang mga ito sa bibig. Huwag kang lunok nang lunok ng mga ideya at kwento. Mahirap mabilaukan o matinik.
Dila-dilaan at nguyain nang mabuti ang mga tauhan upang mas malasahan mo ang pagkakaiba ng matamis, ng maasim at ng maanghang. Gayundin ang gawin sa mga opinyon hinggil sa isang isyu at sa mga taludtod ng tula.
Kung may oras ka, suriin kung paano niluto ng may-akda ang hawak mong libro. Usisain ang paraan ng paghahalu-halo ng mga simbolo at imahe. Huwag kang titigil hangga’t hindi mo nalalaman kung bakit niya nahuli ang iyong panlasa. Dito mo matutuklasang may mga sahog na hindi lamang pandekorasyon, kundi pandagdag sa timpla at pampatakam sa iyo upang ubusin ang mga pahina.
Siyempre, maganda rin kung mararanasan mo ang mga pagkakataong tsibog ka lang nang tsibog, walang ibang iniintindi kundi ang pagguhit ng mga salita sa iyong lalamunan, hanggang sa magmakaawa ang iyong mga mata at mabusog ang iyong utak. Hindi naman kailangang seryosohin ang lahat ng bagay. Ang mahalaga, iyong nakukuha ang sustansiyang gusto mong makuha sa kinakain mong libro.
Sakali nga palang maubos na ang libro, pero nagugutom ka pa at wala ka nang pambili, matuto kang makikain. Huwag mahiya. Basta’t kapag ikaw naman ang meron, magpakain ka rin. Nasa diskarte iyan kung gusto mong makarami.
Inaamin kong may mga librong masarap isuka: mga librong parte ng iyong pag-aaral o trabaho kaya’t pinipilit mong sikmurain, mga librong sa ayaw at sa gusto mo eh kailangan mong harapin tuwing almusal, tanghalian at hapunan. Ganyan talaga. Ang maipapayo ko sa iyo, magpuslit ka na lang. Kumain ka ng mga paborito mong libro habang nagbabawas sa kubeta, nag-aabang ng barkada sa bookstore o naglilibang bago mag-exam. Lalong sumasarap kapag takas.
Hahanap-hanapin mo ang mga libro, kaya naman nakalulungkot ang katotohanang darating at darating ang araw na itatae mo ang mga nakain mo. Pero huwag kang mag-alala, hindi lahat ay nauuwi sa inodoro. May mga butil — gaano man kaliit — na manunuuot sa iyo. Mahirap malaman kung alin at saan. Magugulat ka na lang, dahil isang araw, magigising ka at iyong mapagtatanto: ang bahagi ng libro ay bahagi mo na pala.

from ronibats.com

M.D.

Whatever you can do, or dream you can, begin it.Boldness has genius, power, and magic in it.”— Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

I am not supposed to be in Med. While most people - I, at times - say I shouldn’t be a doctor, the real reason is because I couldn’t.
Although I already knew since first year high school that I wanted to be a physician, my inclination was never towards the life sciences. I despised my biology class; I hated having to memorize every italicized and bold printed term in the book just to pass my teacher’s verbatim exams. I am more of a Math-Chem-Physics student, preferring to memorize a little and derive everything else. Add to that my heightening interest in the literary arts, and it will be clear why I shouldn’t have attended Med school.
Statistics show that for a Filipino family of six to live above the poverty line, its monthly income must at least be fifteen thousand pesos. That is the exact monthly salary of my father, and we’re a family of seven. During my last year in high school, my uncles and aunts repeatedly tried to convince me to take up a course related to computers. Any course at all (Thank heavens the Nursing boom wouldn’t happen till two years later). That’s where the money is, they kept on saying, incessantly reminding me of the need to earn dollars in order to financially assist my parents in the soonest possible time. It was I against almost everybody else, so I couldn’t have attended Med school.
Given the circumstances, I would only be a doctor if I either got into UP’s seven-year Integrated Liberal Arts-Medicine program (Intarmed), or obtained a scholarship grant.
As it turned out, I got both… and I earned not just one financial grant, but two.
Life had been good to me. Here I am: two days away from dissecting my anatomy group’s cadaver, five years from taking the Hippocratic Oath and appending M.D. to my name. I pay no tuition at all, and two thousand six hundred pesos awaits me in my bank account every second Friday of the month. I breezed through my Math and Physical Science subjects, capping my pre-Med years with the birth of a semi-monthly column at peyups.com.
In fact, life continues to be good to me. Just last summer, I had been worrying how to pay for my dormitory fees beginning this semester; little did I know that one of my maternal aunts would hand me a bank check worth twenty thousand pesos before I go back to Manila. Then last week, when I was frantically searching for someone who could lend me money to buy books (My scholarships do provide semestral book subsidies, but how many Med books can you purchase with two thousand pesos?), I received news that the College of Medicine would be awarding me seven thousand pesos because of my academic performance.
I am Paulo Coelho’s shepherd Santiago, in search of my personal legend while the whole universe is conspiring with me to achieve my dream.
Through the years, I have come to believe that part of the magic emanates from my I-want-to-be-this-to-hell-with-the-consequences attitude. I admit I am stubborn that way, but that is how I learned to believe in myself and in what I do. And it works! I know what I want and I am unbelievably getting to it.I have chosen to be a doctor; the only thing left for me to do is to understand my choice. (Now we’re talking Matrix and I am The One, haha!)
I don’t see myself opening skulls to recover the cost of my medical education, getting stuck inside a high-rise hospital 24/7 or doing commercials differentiating a woman’s vagina from her external genitalia. All the good things that have happened since my being an Iskolar ng Bayan have made me realize that neither money nor prestige will make me happy.
I am actually considering life as a community physician, hoping to practice my craft in rural areas where doctors have never set foot and where patients pay for medical services with harvested vegetables and native chickens. It will be devoid of all the hassles of city life - simple, but fulfilling nonetheless. I expect every reaction possible, ranging from “Naks, ang dakila mo naman!” to “Ano? Mag-scarecrow ka na lang!” but I will never forgive the person who tells me “Tsk, sasayangin mo ang talino mo….”
Some say this is just a phase - that I would eventually change my mind and aspire to be a specialist in America like most UP Med graduates. I don’t know, but this is the key reason that comes to mind whenever an unknown force seems to work its way to me, to open doors of opportunity and leave me asking, “Why me?”
I think Somebody up there knows I’m going to be a helluva good doctor.
And I believe I will be.
Five years. Let’s wait and see.