had visited sweetot sa hospital.hav'nt seen her since yesterday..post partum mum na sya..nkita ko na c ulrich but pix lng muna.wla pa kc xa room in..Mother n son will be going home this afternoon...
Thursday, December 21, 2006
baby's out
yesterday,December21st at 4pm..my best friend,SWEET gave birth to a 2.85
kg healthy baby boy.He will be named Ulrich..I'll be posting his pics
soon...Congrats!
Tuesday, December 12, 2006
Wednesday, November 22, 2006
to uncle boy
my earliest memory of you was when you were trimming my fingernails,now, I couldn't even return the favor..last wensday,nov 15 as i see you unconscious and restless @the ER...i just went numb.blank.heart pounding
..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
..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
meredith grey: Sometimes reality has a way of sneaking up and biting us in the ass. And when the dam bursts, all you can do is swim. The world of pretend is a cage, not a cocoon. We can only lie to ourselves for so long. We are tired, we are scared, denying it doesn't change the truth. Sooner or later we have to put aside our denial and face the world. Head on, guns blazing. De Nile. It's not just a river in Egypt, it's a freakin' ocean. So how do you keep from drowning in it?
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
I became a nurse @ 21.Life was sweet. I went job hunting..been a Jobless bummer for five long months.
then the CALL came,I was finally in..I'm entering the ''real'' world..
'twas then Life became bitter....I was idealistic.reality bites.
responsibilities smothered me,near death.
guilt.it became harder and harder to breathe. I quit..
freedom..
masarap maging malaya,walang problema...masarap maging bata.
I have to grow up..take the bitter chocolate.. to feel good..and to live.
days can be good, sometimes bad... But there is God.
and my family.my friends.
now, I'm diving back..back to the very place i desperately wanted to escape.this is the bitter chocolate.fear?..i can't be afraid forever.or be a bummer forever.
this is my life and it began @ 21.
am a year old now..a toddler and growing.
Sicut me deus adjuvet
'',
“English-Tagalog Dictionary”
1) Contemplate - kulang ang mga pinggan
2) Punctuation - pera para maka-enrol
3) Ice Buko - nagtatanong kung ayos na ang buhok
4) Tenacious - sapatos na pang tennis
5) Calculator - tawagan kita mamaya
6) Devastation - sakayan ng bus
7) Protestant - Tindahan ng prutas
8) Statue - Ikaw ba yan?
9) Tissue - Ikaw nga!
10) Predicate - Pakawalan mo ang pusa
11) Dedicate - Pinatay ang pusa
12) Aspect - Pantusok o pandurog ng yelo
13) Deduct - Ang pato
14) Defeat - Ang paa (ng pato)
15) Detail - Ang buntot (ng pato)
16) Deposit - Ang Gripo (Call DIPLOMA if DEPOSIT is leaking)1
7) City - Bago mag-utso; a number to follow 6
18) Cattle - Doon nakatila ang Hali at Leyna
19) Persuading - Unang Kasal
20) Depress - Ang nagkasal sa PERSUADING
22) Defense - Ginamit ng mga pangsulat sa kontrata sa PERSUADING
23) It Depends - Kainin mo ang bakod
24) Shampoo - Bago mag-labing-isha
(11)25) Delusion - Maluwang (kapag maluwang ang damit, eh DELUSION)
26) Delivery - Walang bayad. Kapag working lunch, eh DELIVERY na ang tanghalian
27) Profit - Patunayan mo
28) Balance Sheet - What comes out after eating a balance diet
29) Backlog - bacon saka egg
30) Beehive - magpakatino ka
31) CD-ROM - tingnan mo ang kwarto
32) Debug - ang ipis
33) Defrag - ang palaka
34) Defense - ang bakod
35) Defer - ang balahibo
36) Deflate - ang plato
37) Detest - ang eksamin
38) Devalue - 'yon ang susunod sa letrang V
39) Devote - ang boto
40) Dilemma - brownout, a!
41) Effort - 'dun nagla-land ang efflane
42) Forums - apat na kwarto
43) July - nagsinungaling ka ba?
44) Liturgy - what comes after litur F
45) Thesis - ito ay...
Sunday, September 10, 2006
a must read!
The ‘March’ of time
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.
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
its rea pala..was on my way bak hir in gensan last thursday ng ma axidente bus namin.no one was hurt but it brought fear and shock to us all.was not able to go on duty that nyt..surviving an accident unscathed and with complete body parts still makes me feel nervous..thankful also.reflective,that i might hav died..but not yet.
today is rr's funeral..I pray for tinay...to be strong..and learn to let go.
today is rr's funeral..I pray for tinay...to be strong..and learn to let go.
Wednesday, September 06, 2006
para sau RR
thank you for everything..d ko na natupad promis ko na librehin ka,kau ni tinay..salamat sa paglibre sa suazo at sa pagsagot sa lahat ng lab results na pinapa interpret ko..sori kung my nagawa man akong d mo nagustuhan..
may you find peace wherever you are.my friend.
(sept3,2006 4am wen he slept forever)
salamat.
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
well after having chikenpox atlast month, I finally did it.I filed for resignation effective n the 29th,though I think they will terminate me in the near future for Absenteism and for being sick, most of the time. I'm such a pain in their ***.
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
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
the other nyt, I had a dream..my things were gone..I went to the hospital,nobody talked to me or even glanced..as if i do not exist.I wnt home,and I heard my papa say "ning chair ngani,sa gensan ni halin" and I woke up,it's 5am.Time to fix and prepare for my 7-3 duty..took a bath and forgot all about the dream.
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.
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
marj went home to davao...one less rugby gurl..lily will surely be missed.hawa na xa balay ni conlo,via voluntary exit..
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..
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
Had transfered address last thursday,chox lng..still adjusting sa mga roommates ko..I miss davao..so much.with all it's noise and traffic,it's still abeautiful place compared to this...I miss the perks,the polite jeepney drivers,the peace and order,the good FOOD and the SERVICE.
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
I've known her as a tobacco *leaf* smoker.{.the leaf is rolled into a cigar, She also eats that small coconuty-palm fruit that makes her teeth reddish tinged..}When I grew older, i seldom get to see her na but i heard the news that she had a stroke and was paralyzed..then years after,I saw her still growing strong and able to walk by herself through a walker..
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..
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
went on duty yesterday,pm shift..Medicating nurse ako,c maam aimee ang charge n my katokayo rhea ang aid..due meds were given to due patients..Pedia ward ako assigned kya medyo matagal ako mag medicate.nweiz,isang patiente ko ang nagpafollow up ng IV sa isa kong kasama while I was on Dinner break---mga 8pm na cguro..the patient told her,ung nurse na mataba,di masakit mag injection sa dextrose ko...whatever you perceive it to be, i'll take it as a compliment..First day ko pala as medicating nurse without my buddy na orientee din na c darlene.
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 thursdaythe rest of the week graveyard /nocturnal shift na ko.
Sicut me Deus Adjuvet
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
God said that
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
The Philippine Star
06/01/2006
You are with me; Your rod and Your staff, they comfort me.
– Psalm 23:4
When 8-year-old Jacob visited his Grampa in the hospital, he came with his own custom-made "Get Well" card. It was an 8 1/2" x 11" piece of stiff white paper folded in half. On the front he had written, "Hope you feel better soon." On the inside, in large block letters, was this message: I will be with you wherever you go. There was no Scripture reference, so Jacob added these words: "God said that." He wanted to be sure I didn’t expect him to be at my side during my entire hospital stay. That added note conveyed an unintended and deeper truth that brought a smile to my face and comfort to my heart. 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
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hello bloggerS!!!m back..tis my 3rd week on the job,2nd week<7th> on the floor..still adjusting.Werla pa most of the time..pero eto lng talaga masabi ko....SERVICE TO HUMANITY jud akong work,dapat 10 times 10 imong patience for the patients,lalo pa sa watchers.
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.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*
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