
Thursday, December 21, 2006
post partum

baby's out
Tuesday, December 12, 2006
Wednesday, November 22, 2006
to uncle boy
..I felt nauseated.lightheaded.I was embarassed that I could faint don sa treatment room. .So i went out,leaving you to somebody else's care.I went to the church you know.I prayed.for you.
But there are things out of my control..it's a lesson I learned and still learning.the night before you died,I talked to God.to take care of you..
I denied myself of crying 4 u in the hospital because I have to be strong or pretend to be for mama.
I love you.May God welcome you home uncle boy.May your soul rest in peace.
give my love to tatay...will you.ill b praying for you.
thank you very much for everything.
love,
yangyang
Monday, November 13, 2006
Tuesday, November 07, 2006
grey's anatomy
We deny that we're tired, we deny that we're scared, we deny how badly we
want to succeed. And most importantly, we deny that we're in denial. We only see
what we want to see and believe what we want to believe, and it works. We lie to
ourselves so much that after a while the lies start to seem like the truth. We
deny so much that we can't recognize the truth right in front of our faces.
Monday, October 23, 2006
life begins at 21
Life is like a box of chocolates,you never know what you gonna get -Forrest Gump
'',
Sunday, September 10, 2006
a must read!
By Debbie Ang Uy
The Philippine STAR
09/10/2006
I was walking back to a hotel one noontime in Makati when a woman suddenly stopped me. She was thin, middle-aged, casually dressed, and had a distraught look on her face. Her mouth was moving fast, but the surrounding noise drowned out her voice. Finally I heard, "Nurse po ako sa Canada, nanakawan ako ng wallet sa tren. Kung pwede makahingi ng pamasahe." (I’m a nurse in Canada. My wallet got stolen on the train. Could you spare me money for transportation?) Warning bells rang in my head. Was this a hold-up in disguise? If she needed money, why was she carrying a lot of shopping bags? On instinct, I shook my head and said, "Sorry, wala po e." She nodded her head, as if used to the rejection, and stepped back. I walked away. Then I felt guilty. Why did I refuse to give help? I knew why: I was afraid. I was, after all, in Makati, the same place where I had been held up years ago. Naturally I would be paranoid. I had heard of scams like this before. A stranger asks for help, a Good Samaritan lends a hand but gets robbed at the least. But what if this person was telling the truth? I tried to shake off my guilt. What was happening to me? I used to be the person who wanted to help. I used to want to change the world. And yet, and yet. The things I do and the things I do not do… This lack of courage and loss of idealism echoed as I read Geraldine Brooks’ 2006 Pulitzer prize—winner for fiction, March. Inspired by Louisa May Alcott’s classic Little Women, this poetic novel is set during the first year of the Civil War in the 1860s. Brooks takes the character of the absent father Mr. March and weaves a story about how a man struggles to live according to his ideals during the war. One of the passages that struck me the most in March was this: "It is a hard thing when a man is ruined by the very idea that most animates him." For March, it is his idealism, his strong belief in the cause of freeing slaves. His support in the abolition not only ruins him financially, it also ruins his sense of identity. When the Civil War breaks out, March goes to war as a chaplain despite being a not-so-youthful 39-year-old. He joins because he believes in the cause of a free nation where all people are equal. But as the war progresses, things go from bad to worse. Gradually, March detests his cowardice when his courage could have saved people. He wants to be heroic, but his flaws keep his feet on the ground, unmoving. He realizes that not everyone on his side is good, that even slaves can betray fellow slaves. After serving in the war, March no longer recognizes the man he was. He goes home, but feels like a stranger to his own self. As he sets on the path leading to his house, he feels like an impostor. "This was the house of another man. A man I remembered. A person of moral certainty, and some measure of wisdom, whom many called courageous. How could I masquerade as such a one? For I was a fool, a coward, uncertain of everything." Such is human nature, to imagine ourselves as bigger and better persons than we actually are. But when a tough situation arises and we fail, we cannot forgive ourselves for our weakness, for not doing what we should have done. So we torture ourselves that had we acted differently, things could have been better. They say that books choose you inasmuch as you choose them. I read March without any expectations more than to be entertained. But page after page, I began to relate to the main character’s crossing from idealism to despair to acceptance. Without my being aware of it, March came at the time when I needed to read it. In one of the passages where March talks of the abolition, he quotes the German poet Heine: "We do not have ideas. The idea has us… and drives us into the arena to fight for it like gladiators, who combat whether they will or not." The idea that took hold of me years ago was that I could change the community, make it better. I could be of service. This idealism – and a generous amount of naiveté – pushed me into an arena where I believed I could turn my idealism into reality. But things don’t always turn out as planned. Circumstances are not ideal. And we are not always equipped to deal with non-ideal situations. Before long, I began to lose sight of my goals. I wanted to go back to the person I was once, but who was she really? The ailing March, even on the verge of death, does not want to go home. By his own principles, he had not earned the right. "The efforts of the past year, all of them bore rotten fruit. Innocents have died because of me. People have been dragged back into bondage. I cannot go home – to comfort and peace – until I have redeemed the losses I have caused." By my own principles, I had earned the right to be realistic. I did not cause big losses but I felt my obligation was to take the road more traveled, because I had been disappointed in the road less traveled. I allowed other people to direct me because I wanted to redeem myself in their eyes. It took me time and tears to realize that I owed it to myself to take my own path. Eventually, March is prevailed upon to go home. He is advised that going back to war will not help him or anyone. "Write sermons that will prepare your neighbors to accept a world where black and white may one day stand as equals," he is told. Now I’m trying to reconnect with the person I once was, to the person I liked. This time naiveté is tempered with lessons learned. The spark of idealism is still there, but now kept in check by reality. I no longer aim to change the world by doing great, noble work. I comfort myself that even little things, done with sincerity and good intentions, will find their way into that great, bottomless box of goodwill. The world is not perfect, not everyone is good and supportive. Even we cannot be perfect, no matter how much we try to be. But in most aspects, I count myself lucky. Compared with the rest of the world’s problems, my concerns are mundane, only the tip of Maslow’s hierarchy of needs. But each of us bears our own burdens. These problems may not be as immediate or as life-threatening as March’s, but like him, I struggle to be the person I think I should be. And so I work at and hope, with the hope of all hopes and a fearful heart, to someday be a person of passion, ability, courage, faith, and purpose. To come home to the person I will be proud to call me. Ernest Hemingway once wrote, "All good books are alike in that they are truer than if they really happened and after you are finished reading one you will feel that it all happened to you, and afterwards it all belongs to you." March is my favorite book not only because it is beautifully written, haunting and excellent. Although Mr. March "lived" more than 150 years ago and in far different circumstances, his struggles are still contemporary. Years from now I will look back at this period in my life and remember March, of how it spoke to me and of my own struggles. Because of this, I did not just read the book, I experienced it. To borrow from Hemingway: it belongs to me.
addendum
today is rr's funeral..I pray for tinay...to be strong..and learn to let go.
Wednesday, September 06, 2006
para sau RR
may you find peace wherever you are.my friend.
(sept3,2006 4am wen he slept forever)
salamat.
Sunday, September 03, 2006
justice prolonged becomes JUSTIIS
Regrets? only that I have not decided earlier.But now,I'm counting dwn d days to d-day...26 days to g and I'm out.
antagal pa non.huhuhu.
God help me conquer those 26 days that when this is all over,I'll still be whole,unscathed and be able to sleep well at night.
Sicut me Deus Adjuvet
Tuesday, July 25, 2006
mew beginning
During the day,I was asked to extend till 7pm.twas 8pm na pero la pa mag receive sa akin..felt I had to go home na tlaga.I asked the supe hus gonna eceive me..then som 1 from 2b receivd and i was off na but stayed a while to sign my meds...other NOD's Lily and Arnize are holding me back.they even want me to extend up to 11pm.I told dem am pko tom..ako pa jud ipa start sa mga meds ni arnize na off nko..so,khit anong pigil nila,umalis ako at mariing inihabilin kay lily ang OGT feeding ni dave..diretso sa cantin para sa free meal..bukas nlang dw kc close na cla..paglabas ko hospital,sakay kaagad tricycle nagmamadaling makauwi ng gaisano.amoy chico ang drivr at ang pasahero sa likod..nakaramdam bigla ng gutom..bigla kong pinara at bumaba sabay bayad.pasok sa jollibee at kumain ng chickenjoy......
paglabas ko nakita ko sa kalsada ang tricycle..pisat.my banggaan daw at patay ang driver,un ang tricycle na dapat maghahatid sa akin sa bahay.kng di ako kumain,magutom malamang patay na din ako.
nakakatawa,Oo pero serioso dn.Salamat sa Diyos sa bagong umga.sa bagong simula at sa bagong buhay.
uuwi ako sa amin.iiwan ko ang gensan.na realize ko na life is too short.
Not enjoyment nor sorrow is our destined end or way. But to act that each
tomorrow find us farther than today.Sicut me Deus Adjuvet.
Thursday, July 20, 2006
buladsukasili....sikwati
half decided to resign..and it's all because of one baby..I felt that im not good enuf,not even average..work is backbreaking,cutthroat yet underpaid.
still wud like to re iterate..
NURSING is our means of living but it is not our entire life.
ciao.
Monday, June 19, 2006
so goes
YES,food is a lot cheaper here but it's availability,palatability and variety EWAN. 100 years in service dito..bwisit pa ang mga maarte at mapili na tricycle drivers..
plus sa workplace,all I can say isthat,the quality of healthcare that they want would only be delivered IF and only if,they would staff adequately..no matter how you manage your time,you really cannot attend to all of your patients needs,kaya prioritize na lang.improvize,use initiative. it's really service to humanity..some patients/watchers may humiliate you like you have never been in your entire life.
we do SERVE our patients but we are not their SERVANTS.this is what we do for a LIVING but it is not our
entire LIFE.
Friday, June 09, 2006
to Uwa Isang
A strong woman,She widowed at 55, and had buried two of her children,including my Lolo,who had died before her..
I came to see and visit her last december though bed ridden,She was somewhat okay..still doing ADL's with assistance.
Then last saturday,I went to see her again,She lost a lot of weight and looked exactly like tatay as she went into stupor..her IVF was dislodged,i removed it.
I had the honor and privilege of knowing her and having her as my uwa Isang.
Luisa Pellobello-Batislaong died on June 07,a wednesday after her sister,whom she had not seen for a while, arrived.Thank you for everything uwa,and we love you..
Sunday, June 04, 2006
........ung nurse na MATABA
Today,had attended GSDH employees meeting..from 8-9:30am..then nagproceed sa payroll officer to get my first paycheck,which took about an hour and a half..diretso naman ako sa bank another 48 years passed and finally I got my well earned P2,742.75.
So here I am,blogging d2 sa mall..nasabi ko na ba na katatapos ko lang mag lunch este Brunch..
Day off ko ngaun,n thursday
Sicut me Deus Adjuvet
Thursday, June 01, 2006
daily bread
The Philippine Star
06/01/2006
A hospital can be a lonely place. It’s a world of unfamiliar faces, first-time medical procedures, and uncertain diagnosis. But it’s in just such a setting that God can quiet an anxious heart and give assurance that He’ll go with you down every hall, through every new door, into any unknown future – yes, even through "the valley of the shadow of death" (Psalm 23:4).
Maybe you had an unexpected setback or loss. Your future is unknown. Trusting Jesus as your Savior and Lord, you can be sure of this: He will go with you wherever you go. You can believe it. God said that! – Dennis De Haan
Whenever I feel that Christ is near, All cares and sorrows flee; He is my strength, my hope, my life, He’s all in all to me. – Lewis
READ: Psalm 23 No danger can come so near th Christian that God is not nearer. The Bible in one year: • 2 Chronicles 15-16 • John 12:27-50
Tuesday, May 30, 2006
toxic!!!
.Gargantuan, arduous, backbreaking, ball-buster, bothersome, burdensome, challenging, crucial, demanding, difficile, effortful, exacting, formidable, galling, hard, hard-won, heavy, herculean, immense, intricate, irritating, labored, laborious, man-sized, not easy, onerous, operose, , problematic, prohibitive, rigid, severe, stiff, strenuous, titanic, toilsome, tough, troublesome, trying, unyielding, uphill, upstream, wearisome in short, LISOD.*WINK*
Friday, April 21, 2006
Datu's Tribe
Pagbaba pa lang ng kombi tinitigan ko naTibok ng puso ko niyayanig ng lakad nyaForty-six ang waist, fifty-eight ang braThree hundred fifty pounds na gumigiling sa kalsadaTuwing sya'y ngumingiti hirap ang facial muscles nyaKahit di ko nakikita love na love ko cheek bones nyaTuwing syang nagdadabog, limilindol sa barangayPag sya'y tumatawa bilbil nya'y kumakawayBinibining sexy (4x)Eh ano ngayon kung mataba syaMas masarap daw magmahal ang babaeng lumba lumbaEh ano ngayon kung mabigat syaImbis na tawaging baboy, porkchop, lechon baka, balyenaSince there's more of her, there's more to love (more to love)Binibining sexy (type kita)Binibining sexy (kahit matabang matabang mataba ka)Binibining sexy (love kita)Binibining sexyLegs nya'y malatroso ang datingPamatay ng dalag pwedeng paddle sa hazingSalwal nya'y pwedeng trapal pag may libingAno mang sabihin ng friends ko sa friendsterSa skwela, sa bahay, pati na sa barangayWala na bang karapatang mainlove ang ubod ng taba (alright)Binibining sexy (you made me fat)Binibining sexy (but i love you like that)Binibining sexy (don't say you look like a pig)Binibining sexy (but i like it even it's really big (?) )Binibining sexy... (Ano bang problema kung mataba, mataba,... mataba)
scuttlebutt
Sunday, March 19, 2006
must see kim san soon--synopsis
Eps. 1 On Christmas Eve, Sam-soon enters into a hotel looking for her cheating boyfriend Hyeon-woo. She’s been suspicious about his behavior and she sees him going up to the room with a beautiful woman. She pictures herself beating up her boyfriend and the woman. However, when she runs into him, she clings to him and begs him to come back - like a complete loser. At the same hotel, Jin-heon is on a blind date arranged by his mother who insists that he get married before his niece Mi-ju goes to school. He sees Sam-soon begging Hyeon-woo and finds it very amusing. Since he isn’t interested in the date, he decides to finish it as quickly as possible. Offended by his rudeness, the woman throws water in his face. He goes to the restroom to dry his wet clothes and finds Sam-soon crying in the men’s restroom, which she thought the women’s. After breaking up with Hyeon-woo, Sam-soon got even chubbier. She doesn’t have a job. However, she doesn’t have time to sit around and feel bad about the breakup. She has done all kinds of part-time work to make money to study at ‘Le Cordon Bleu’ in France. She has a job interview in a French restaurant, Bon Appetit, and she goes there with the cake she made herself. However, she didn’t expect to see Jin-heon there. To make things even worse, her hair gets stuck in his tie pin. Without hesitating, Jin-heon cuts off Sam-soon’s hair. Furious, Sam-soon throws the cake in his face.Eps. 2Sam-soon gets a job at Jin-heon’s restaurant and a welcoming party is thrown. Everyone is having fun at the party. Sam-soon approaches Jin-heon dancing. Embarrassed, Jin-heon doesn’t know what to do. Hee-jin is on airplane coming back to Korea. She’s very happy to come back after 3 years. At the airport, she takes out her old cell phone. There is a picture of Hee-jin and Jin-heon. She can’t wait to meet him again. Sam-soon meets a decent man on an arranged date. She feels that she finally met a man with whom she can seriously consider marriage. On the other side of the coffee shop, Jin-heon is meeting a woman. Since he’s not interested in meeting her, he can’t wait to leave the place. He soon spots Sam-soon and decides to play a joke. He comes over where Sam-soon and her date are sitting and starts acting as if he were Sam-soon’s boyfriend. Sam-soon thinks that Jin-heon has ruined her almost perfect date, so she tells him that she won’t work at his restaurant.
Wednesday, March 08, 2006
juz want u to know
Thursday, February 23, 2006
excuses, excuses
(at least for a few months say 3 mos at the most)then work.
I want to work in the big city,I pray God will grant my wish...
dakilang tambay.....
- eto ako...gikapoy na kay wala ubra..buhay tambay,buhay baboy..buhay parasite...hay life
Saturday, February 11, 2006
to apol my prend
Chuva Hospital
Davao City
Dear Ma'am,
In the belief that der s an opening for aditional staf nurses,I would like to apply for the said position. I recently passed the NLE with a 82% rating.
I am certain that my education and CLINICAL experiences WILL make me a competitive candidate for the position. I Graduated from one of the prestigious nursing skuls in town.
Attached are my documents for your appraisal.( TOR,DIPLOMA,SSS NO. BOARD CERTIFICATE/RATING,PICS)
I am looking forward for your positive response.
Respectfully yours,
(signed)
Narci Ignoramus, R.N.
p.s.
pol, jus add watever u tink s kulang..m just basing on my twisted memory..
dont forget 2 make ur biodata..include ur address and MOBILE NUMBER..
Tuesday, January 31, 2006
Friday, January 27, 2006
God calling, you listening?
I pray for a job I cud keep to serve Him.
I always take in and had not yet given back.I want to Give back what I hav received and taken in not only to my family and friends But To Him who keeps me from falling and leaves me Faultless in His Presence,and the Only One who saves me from myself...
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p.s.
Sana LOrd,Magtext na cla sa akin..Maraming Salamat po.