Sa dami ba naman ng pwedeng ipangalan ng Star Cinema sa character ni Anne Curtis sa When Love Begins... ang pinili pa nila ay MITCH. short for Michelle.
cmon. God must be sooo laughing his ass off sa langit nung nakita niya akong nanonood ng sine kagabi. and my Mum was smiling too. (but she Doesnt know about the latest mitch, she was thinking i suppose of the College Mitch, or the High School Mitch. not the Med Mitch.) (she's not a med student, i just met her when i was a med student :P )
andaming paralellisms sa buhay ko at sa kwento nun. kahit di ko kamukha si aga mulach. siguro sa eyes lang. (ayown!) pero nalista ko yung mga bagay na pareho sa kwento ko at kwento nila:
1) the guy was soooo into her.
2) the guy has this dream of saving the world
3) he knows a lot about nature (GO BIO!)
4) mitch said to him, "i am of legal age na at di mo kailangang itext ng napakaraming texts in a day"
5) napakaposessive nung guy
6) the guy is a freak. stupid. and a fool. ---> mag self pity ba?
7) the Girl is 23 turning 24 years old
8) the guy is scared, of falling.
9) he looooves the beach. and sunsets.
10) the girl is working in makati (mukhang nasa mataas na building eh, bakit ba? makati na yun! hahaha)
but at the end of the day. it's still just a freaking movie. fiction. a figment of someone's imagination. far from reality. i mean, it would take, at least 3 mind boggling serendipities for it to really happen. mas malaki pa ang chance kong manalo sa lotto at ma-exempt sa epid at the same day.
ending? Ben and Mitch ended up together (duh, pinoy movies)...
it's just a movie. and i don't think Star Cinema is on my side to draw that freaking ending for me too, right? i have to draw it on my own. not as good as their story, but i know i can draw a better one. With another girl of course. and i hope her name's not gonna be Mitch. i mean, can it be like, Peyton, or, Heart, Iya, or Anna Kournikova, for a change?!
haay. life has great great ways of suprising us.
and mocking us. :)
Tuesday 27 May 2008
Dazed for 3 Years
Exactly 3 Years ago, i was on a High, High Place. It was my Days with the Lord. the 54th batch. And just 2 weeks ago, it was already the 67th.
No Dazer ever had and idea how great of an experience the Days experience will be.But after it, almost everyone who's over with Days, just want to bring back their Days moments.
Last batch, i asked ate Carms what couldve happened to her kung wala yung Days? She said she probably wouldnt be in Med. And i asked myself the same question too, What if di ako nag Days?
hmm... 2/3 of the people in college, i met them through Days. Special mention syempre sila Amai, Ate Chel, Dorx, Nae, Tin, Kim, Amil, Kukoi, Gracie, Nae, -- basta madami.
and even though im already a graduate of Science, i still got to know more people like Ayeen, Lianne, Mia, Hayz, Yla, Geli, Abi, -- wag magtampo ang di ko nabanggit. random lang to. :P
When I had a major breakup (i was a Senior Bio Student back then), i was in a dark dark place. Then Laverne invited me to be a staff. (though, nagkalat tlga ako nung pagstaff ko nun. Sorry Stephen and Kris), it took me back on my Days-high. That great feeling of Love and fulfillment i never felt on any Org before. I remembered how great my Days experience was from then on, i never missed to visit a batch.
When i entered Med, my life turned into a whirlwind. I was in shock. and i know, i bear a little lot more heart/family/emotional/ACADEMIC/self -baggage than an average med student carries. that was my freakin cross. And i noticed one thing: Whenever I go to a Days Weekend, something bad happens. After Batch 63, my Shifting Grades came out. After Bacth 64, i had another private shit happening. After Batch 65, i was sick, had no-sleep nights, and was about to give up. After Batch 66 (exactly 3 hours after), Mitch and I formally said goodbye. (although everybody knows na maraming aftermath after that)
and i asked myself: is Days, cursed? bakit nalang pag pupunta ako ng Days, lagi akong nagkakaproblema?
then it hit me: Why not turn it the other way around? Hindi kaya, pag nagkakaproblema ako, saka nagkaka Days? hmmm. and when i thought about it on the car while driving back to Xavier, i was pretty much in tears. (yeah, so gay, i know.) Because God put it in such a way, that he has to build up a strong emotional foundation first inside me before a storm brews in. Like what Paulo Coelho said, "When I fall, i want to fall from a High Place."
now. after Batch 66, something came up. really bad. and i cant imagine myself how worse will i be now, if there wasnt a Days before that. i've fallen from a high place again. but im not dead, because God built a cushion to catch me from that fall.
my words are so limited on describing how my Days and Commitment went by because we are sworn to secrecy. like what they said, "what happens in Days, stays in Days." But evey Dazer knows what im talking about....
every dazer knows how it feels to be so looved by soo many. that there's a love that's been with us all our lives, we just dont have time to take a while and appreciate that never ending love
every sponsor knows how it feels to get that smile from her candidate and thanking them for all the efforts the sponsor had made to make his or her Days special
every staffer knows how it feels that after the end of the weekend, there's a big sigh of releif, and then you miss your co-staffers , and Heads, and Boss, and your work.
every Giver knows how it feels when their candidate commits to a lifetime for Him. that their shout, means the fulfillment of the Night for them.
I'm a proud Dazer for 3 fucking years now. the 4th Day really is a big challenge.I may not be that religious-priest-like-holy-man-too that is all pefect and all holy.
but, i know for a fact, that i wouldnt be standing here, as strong as i am now, without Days.
i know that.
a lot of people knows that.
and He knows that.
i may not be the nicest guy. yeah, i drink, and i curse a lot, and i bitch a lot about my life. some people may say im a hypocrite to talk about my Faith and be bitter a few blogs after. but i know, that beyond my cursing mouth, and my bitter heart, and my corrupted mind, and alcohol-filtering liver, -- that i know, im not a bad guy either. mayabang siguro pero hindi masama.and i know that there's a flicker of Faith, and Hope, and Love that is keeping me going, and keeping me alive, and giving me reason why i have to live the most out of this life.
3 Years. 13 batches. 9 full and half sponsorings. 1 staffing. 11 Shouts.
and we've only just begun.
+BIL! Tanggap lang ng Tanggap!
No Dazer ever had and idea how great of an experience the Days experience will be.But after it, almost everyone who's over with Days, just want to bring back their Days moments.
Last batch, i asked ate Carms what couldve happened to her kung wala yung Days? She said she probably wouldnt be in Med. And i asked myself the same question too, What if di ako nag Days?
hmm... 2/3 of the people in college, i met them through Days. Special mention syempre sila Amai, Ate Chel, Dorx, Nae, Tin, Kim, Amil, Kukoi, Gracie, Nae, -- basta madami.
and even though im already a graduate of Science, i still got to know more people like Ayeen, Lianne, Mia, Hayz, Yla, Geli, Abi, -- wag magtampo ang di ko nabanggit. random lang to. :P
When I had a major breakup (i was a Senior Bio Student back then), i was in a dark dark place. Then Laverne invited me to be a staff. (though, nagkalat tlga ako nung pagstaff ko nun. Sorry Stephen and Kris), it took me back on my Days-high. That great feeling of Love and fulfillment i never felt on any Org before. I remembered how great my Days experience was from then on, i never missed to visit a batch.
When i entered Med, my life turned into a whirlwind. I was in shock. and i know, i bear a little lot more heart/family/emotional/ACADEMIC/self -baggage than an average med student carries. that was my freakin cross. And i noticed one thing: Whenever I go to a Days Weekend, something bad happens. After Batch 63, my Shifting Grades came out. After Bacth 64, i had another private shit happening. After Batch 65, i was sick, had no-sleep nights, and was about to give up. After Batch 66 (exactly 3 hours after), Mitch and I formally said goodbye. (although everybody knows na maraming aftermath after that)
and i asked myself: is Days, cursed? bakit nalang pag pupunta ako ng Days, lagi akong nagkakaproblema?
then it hit me: Why not turn it the other way around? Hindi kaya, pag nagkakaproblema ako, saka nagkaka Days? hmmm. and when i thought about it on the car while driving back to Xavier, i was pretty much in tears. (yeah, so gay, i know.) Because God put it in such a way, that he has to build up a strong emotional foundation first inside me before a storm brews in. Like what Paulo Coelho said, "When I fall, i want to fall from a High Place."
now. after Batch 66, something came up. really bad. and i cant imagine myself how worse will i be now, if there wasnt a Days before that. i've fallen from a high place again. but im not dead, because God built a cushion to catch me from that fall.
my words are so limited on describing how my Days and Commitment went by because we are sworn to secrecy. like what they said, "what happens in Days, stays in Days." But evey Dazer knows what im talking about....
every dazer knows how it feels to be so looved by soo many. that there's a love that's been with us all our lives, we just dont have time to take a while and appreciate that never ending love
every sponsor knows how it feels to get that smile from her candidate and thanking them for all the efforts the sponsor had made to make his or her Days special
every staffer knows how it feels that after the end of the weekend, there's a big sigh of releif, and then you miss your co-staffers , and Heads, and Boss, and your work.
every Giver knows how it feels when their candidate commits to a lifetime for Him. that their shout, means the fulfillment of the Night for them.
I'm a proud Dazer for 3 fucking years now. the 4th Day really is a big challenge.I may not be that religious-priest-like-holy-man-too that is all pefect and all holy.
but, i know for a fact, that i wouldnt be standing here, as strong as i am now, without Days.
i know that.
a lot of people knows that.
and He knows that.
i may not be the nicest guy. yeah, i drink, and i curse a lot, and i bitch a lot about my life. some people may say im a hypocrite to talk about my Faith and be bitter a few blogs after. but i know, that beyond my cursing mouth, and my bitter heart, and my corrupted mind, and alcohol-filtering liver, -- that i know, im not a bad guy either. mayabang siguro pero hindi masama.and i know that there's a flicker of Faith, and Hope, and Love that is keeping me going, and keeping me alive, and giving me reason why i have to live the most out of this life.
3 Years. 13 batches. 9 full and half sponsorings. 1 staffing. 11 Shouts.
and we've only just begun.
+BIL! Tanggap lang ng Tanggap!
Gaano ako ka-Gago nung Highschool
grabbed from my Brod, Atty Omar.
1.[ ] Nagcutting ka na? (It was not possible.)
2.[x] Ginagawang basketball/volleyball/football kahit anong sports ang klasroom niyo. (may basketball tournament tuwing lunch,. na napalitan ng Boxing na Fight Club for 30 seconds of amateur boxing --without Gloves)
3.[x] Palabas-labas ka ng room kapag nababagot. (Mrs Bella's Class. My Semi-Creme friends were on the other door, and madalas nakikigulo ako dun)
4.[x] Sumisigaw ka at ginagawang playground ang room kapag walang teacher. (hndi naman bad way yung pagsigaw pero... well... hmm... nagpapaawa siguro? haha)
5.[x] Hindi ka nakikinig sa mga sermon ng mga guro at madalas ay nakikipagsign language ka pa sa classmate mo (I remember that with Roslyn and Joan. Sign language kami.)
6.[x] Nangongopya ka o nagpapakopya ka kahit short quiz lamang. (Akala ni Marc Josef Mercado nakopyahan niya ako nun. Di niya alam, alam kong angongopya siya kaya iniba ko totally ang mga sagot he. He ended up having a terrible score.)
7.[x] Nahuli ka na pero hindi ka pa rin tumitigil sa pangongopya. (hmmm sa isang make-up quiz ni Mam Toledo. sabi pa niya, "sige magkopyahan pa kayo", at lahat ng tao ngumingisi)
8.[ ] Tinataasan mo ng boses ang iyong titser. (hmm.. not to her, but i did raise my voice talking to another)
9.[x] Nakikinig ka sa iPod/MP3 mo habang naglelesson ang iyong titser. (OO! UPCAT review namin yun at hindi ko alam, sinisita na ako ng teacher namin. napansin ko nalang lahat sila nakatingin na sakin)
10.[ ] Nandoktor ka na ng mga quarterly exams.(nah. i never failed a quarterly exam. hehe)
11.[x]Pinagtatawanan mo ang teacher mo at kahit anong simpleng bagay na mapapansin mo sa classroom. (Lalo na kung si Sir Dizu ang nagtuturo!)
12.[x ] Nagsusulatan kayo ng mga kaklase mo habang nagtuturo ang inyong guro. (OO! Sobra! sila JC, at yung mga kabaklaan niya. pero pinaka natouch ako nun nung kay Tina Reyes: "uy, bat ka lumipat ng upuan? di na tayo magkatabi :c")
13.[ ] Kapag umalis ang inyong guro ay tinitingnan mo ang kanyang lesson plan. (scored and tinitignan namin mehn, at answer key)
14.[x] Kumain ka habang nagtuturo ang inyong guro. (Haha. Hindi niya kami mapipigilan nun. Minsan may coke pa. haha)
15.[ ]Nagtetext ka habang nagtuturo ang inyong guro. (hmm.. oo nga no? di ko nagawa yun. laging pag walang teacher ako nagttext)
16.[x] Tumatayo ka sa klase kahit hindi ka sinasabihang tumayo.(lalo na pag pagkatapos ng PE)
17.[x] Nagsusulat ka sa blackboard kahit bawal at wala ang teacher mo. (usong uso ang Pagsulat sa blackboard lalo na nung malapit nang mag grad, i wrote: No Regrets, No Return, No Goodbyes")
18.[ ] Kapag walang kwenta ang subject at ang teacher, sadyang masarap matulog. =) (Hmm di ko pa habit yun nun. Mas masaya makipaggaguhan nalang kesa matulog)
19.[x] Idinodrowing mo sa notebook mo kung ano ang itsura ng titser mo kapag magalit. (cant Draw, i tried once, though. Mam potente)
20.[x] Dinadaldal mo ang mga tahimik sa room para tuluyan nang umingay ang klase. (uhuh. Vyron Atienza, Chino Joven, wyson, sison, nanquil, kyle reyes, michael tubera)
21.[ ] Dinodrawing mo itsura ng titser mo kapag cartoons itsura nya. (Rafael Ramos' talent is enough. haha)
14/21 <-- hmm? hehehehe
1.[ ] Nagcutting ka na? (It was not possible.)
2.[x] Ginagawang basketball/volleyball/football kahit anong sports ang klasroom niyo. (may basketball tournament tuwing lunch,. na napalitan ng Boxing na Fight Club for 30 seconds of amateur boxing --without Gloves)
3.[x] Palabas-labas ka ng room kapag nababagot. (Mrs Bella's Class. My Semi-Creme friends were on the other door, and madalas nakikigulo ako dun)
4.[x] Sumisigaw ka at ginagawang playground ang room kapag walang teacher. (hndi naman bad way yung pagsigaw pero... well... hmm... nagpapaawa siguro? haha)
5.[x] Hindi ka nakikinig sa mga sermon ng mga guro at madalas ay nakikipagsign language ka pa sa classmate mo (I remember that with Roslyn and Joan. Sign language kami.)
6.[x] Nangongopya ka o nagpapakopya ka kahit short quiz lamang. (Akala ni Marc Josef Mercado nakopyahan niya ako nun. Di niya alam, alam kong angongopya siya kaya iniba ko totally ang mga sagot he. He ended up having a terrible score.)
7.[x] Nahuli ka na pero hindi ka pa rin tumitigil sa pangongopya. (hmmm sa isang make-up quiz ni Mam Toledo. sabi pa niya, "sige magkopyahan pa kayo", at lahat ng tao ngumingisi)
8.[ ] Tinataasan mo ng boses ang iyong titser. (hmm.. not to her, but i did raise my voice talking to another)
9.[x] Nakikinig ka sa iPod/MP3 mo habang naglelesson ang iyong titser. (OO! UPCAT review namin yun at hindi ko alam, sinisita na ako ng teacher namin. napansin ko nalang lahat sila nakatingin na sakin)
10.[ ] Nandoktor ka na ng mga quarterly exams.(nah. i never failed a quarterly exam. hehe)
11.[x]Pinagtatawanan mo ang teacher mo at kahit anong simpleng bagay na mapapansin mo sa classroom. (Lalo na kung si Sir Dizu ang nagtuturo!)
12.[x ] Nagsusulatan kayo ng mga kaklase mo habang nagtuturo ang inyong guro. (OO! Sobra! sila JC, at yung mga kabaklaan niya. pero pinaka natouch ako nun nung kay Tina Reyes: "uy, bat ka lumipat ng upuan? di na tayo magkatabi :c")
13.[ ] Kapag umalis ang inyong guro ay tinitingnan mo ang kanyang lesson plan. (scored and tinitignan namin mehn, at answer key)
14.[x] Kumain ka habang nagtuturo ang inyong guro. (Haha. Hindi niya kami mapipigilan nun. Minsan may coke pa. haha)
15.[ ]Nagtetext ka habang nagtuturo ang inyong guro. (hmm.. oo nga no? di ko nagawa yun. laging pag walang teacher ako nagttext)
16.[x] Tumatayo ka sa klase kahit hindi ka sinasabihang tumayo.(lalo na pag pagkatapos ng PE)
17.[x] Nagsusulat ka sa blackboard kahit bawal at wala ang teacher mo. (usong uso ang Pagsulat sa blackboard lalo na nung malapit nang mag grad, i wrote: No Regrets, No Return, No Goodbyes")
18.[ ] Kapag walang kwenta ang subject at ang teacher, sadyang masarap matulog. =) (Hmm di ko pa habit yun nun. Mas masaya makipaggaguhan nalang kesa matulog)
19.[x] Idinodrowing mo sa notebook mo kung ano ang itsura ng titser mo kapag magalit. (cant Draw, i tried once, though. Mam potente)
20.[x] Dinadaldal mo ang mga tahimik sa room para tuluyan nang umingay ang klase. (uhuh. Vyron Atienza, Chino Joven, wyson, sison, nanquil, kyle reyes, michael tubera)
21.[ ] Dinodrawing mo itsura ng titser mo kapag cartoons itsura nya. (Rafael Ramos' talent is enough. haha)
14/21 <-- hmm? hehehehe
Sunday 25 May 2008
blogs
my blogs had been an issue for us. and let me say, it's one of the reasons why we got too messed up. not this blog, though. my blogs on tabulas. yes, i have another blog there. and it's where the dark and gloomy blogs of karl are posted (i know, some here are not 'dark' enough.) you'll actually don't recognize that it's me writing unless you see my pic on the left side of the page. really bitter and ranty and like a teenager that rants about his girlfriend because of a stupid text message.
blogging has been a part of me. i dont think i can survive a week without writing one. haha. it's been the part of me, but what i write there is just a part of me. not the whole spectra of karl. specially the rant blogs. i sometimes forget what ive written on those blogs and i just laugh when im reading them again.
blogging for me, sometimes, is like defecating. i put out something i dont like, that my body doesnt need, and flush or post. and after that, im ok. weird that i compare it to that, but the rant blogs for me are really that way... i just dont delete them. it's like getting a bad slice of Yellow Cab's 4 Season's Pizza. and you got the shrimp part. (well, for me i hate the shrimp part), but that doesnt mean the whole pizza sucks, right? so dont define a pizze by a single bite. and dont define a person by a blog.
she said to me last time, "go ahead, blog this. blog this all you want, this will only define what kind of character you have. and what i have" (it's edited. but i dont care.) uhhm, yeah. maybe ill write about it, maybe i wont. but i dont think that will define my character. ill be just narrating what happened, on my perspective. but heck. whatever. like i care.
"Because writers remember everything, Paul. Especially the hurts. Strip a writer to the buff, point to the scars, and he'll tell you the story of each small one. From the big ones, you get novels, not amnesia. A little talent is a nice thing to have if you want to be a writer, but the only real requirement is that ability to remember the story of every scar."
blogging has been a part of me. i dont think i can survive a week without writing one. haha. it's been the part of me, but what i write there is just a part of me. not the whole spectra of karl. specially the rant blogs. i sometimes forget what ive written on those blogs and i just laugh when im reading them again.
blogging for me, sometimes, is like defecating. i put out something i dont like, that my body doesnt need, and flush or post. and after that, im ok. weird that i compare it to that, but the rant blogs for me are really that way... i just dont delete them. it's like getting a bad slice of Yellow Cab's 4 Season's Pizza. and you got the shrimp part. (well, for me i hate the shrimp part), but that doesnt mean the whole pizza sucks, right? so dont define a pizze by a single bite. and dont define a person by a blog.
she said to me last time, "go ahead, blog this. blog this all you want, this will only define what kind of character you have. and what i have" (it's edited. but i dont care.) uhhm, yeah. maybe ill write about it, maybe i wont. but i dont think that will define my character. ill be just narrating what happened, on my perspective. but heck. whatever. like i care.
"Because writers remember everything, Paul. Especially the hurts. Strip a writer to the buff, point to the scars, and he'll tell you the story of each small one. From the big ones, you get novels, not amnesia. A little talent is a nice thing to have if you want to be a writer, but the only real requirement is that ability to remember the story of every scar."
- From Stephen King's Misery
Friday 23 May 2008
Abi's Party
had no cam that time. but had a lot of fun. haha.i thought i was the one to get sooo fucking Drunk because im not driving home, but, tadaaa! hehe! one good friend of mine named Austin Samuel Laifun Lim showed a different side of him never before seen by a human eye. he drank 3 bottles of San Mig Light, shots of Tanduay, Tequilla, and (i forgot na yung iba, nyahaha) basta madami daw eh. and he did it in just 1 hour.
but it's ok, like what we said, austin, "we love you for who you are. and accept you no matter what" woohoo! tao rin si Austin, nasasaktan, nagmamahal, at nalalasing.
loved the food, and the people. i missed a lot of them. especially nikki. who's voice could be heard even outside the gate. cmon. 1/30?!? hehehe. and the stories, and the side stories, and the side-side stories. wahaahhah.
when everybody was quite drunk, they were talking about football. WTF?! but i was just smiling. pretending na hindi ako nao-op. pero sa loob loob ko, "where the hell is montreal?"
and sid was there. and his other friends. jake ba yung name? and he was calling UST a shit. but no one cared actually. we were drunk. haha. funny how we all became friends, close friends as in shake hands basis na, just because of alcohol. haha. and abi's bro was nice, he gave a lot of tequilla samin. and eventually, dun na nagstay sa table namin yung bottle.
i went there riding on sammy's car. and i went home, driving sammy's car. Honda Civic chorva whatever basta i felt so cool nung dindrive ko yun. haha. Dress to Impress. cmon.
owel. owel.
Alcohol + Friends = Fun
Alcohol + Friends + Austin + @ Abi's Bday + Kalads + Bio Peeps + Sid and Friends (sabi senyo close na kami eh. haha) + Great Food + Abi's HS Friends (na wala naman kaming nakausap, booo!! Abi!! haha)
= FUn Fun FUN! + Friendship to the Next Level + Download of new Chismax + a little babysitting for sammy + and Chinese Flavored vomit on Abi's Garden.
oh yeah. med students gone wild. :P
Wednesday 21 May 2008
huwat?!
me sitting at a coffee shop. reading a book. drinking coffee.
and someone cute sat beside my table. pink lips. sweet fragrance. cute smile.
but i went on reading my book.
then i noticed: we were reading the same book. Coelho's Devil and Miss Prym. i chuckled. she heard it. she looked back. and looked at my book. and smiled.
"pareho tayong binabasa ah" i said
"yeah. i know. favorite mo si Coelho?" (weird. she pronounced it as "Kwellow", i pronounce it as "Kwelyo",)
"Yep. and Albom."
"Tuesday's with Morrie?"
"uhuh, at yung Five people you meet in heaven" i tried to smile without trying too hard
"ahh. Yeah. Ganda ng books niya." and i noticed, malapit na siyang bumalik sa pagbabasa ng libro
"Yep." i said, and she looked again at me, "Ok Books nila." (then i cant think of anything else to say), and suddenly, "ano nga pala name mo? i'm Karl pala"
"ah. Karl. i'm Michelle. Mitch"
huwat?! mother fucker. mitch nanaman?
and my smile faded.
and someone cute sat beside my table. pink lips. sweet fragrance. cute smile.
but i went on reading my book.
then i noticed: we were reading the same book. Coelho's Devil and Miss Prym. i chuckled. she heard it. she looked back. and looked at my book. and smiled.
"pareho tayong binabasa ah" i said
"yeah. i know. favorite mo si Coelho?" (weird. she pronounced it as "Kwellow", i pronounce it as "Kwelyo",)
"Yep. and Albom."
"Tuesday's with Morrie?"
"uhuh, at yung Five people you meet in heaven" i tried to smile without trying too hard
"ahh. Yeah. Ganda ng books niya." and i noticed, malapit na siyang bumalik sa pagbabasa ng libro
"Yep." i said, and she looked again at me, "Ok Books nila." (then i cant think of anything else to say), and suddenly, "ano nga pala name mo? i'm Karl pala"
"ah. Karl. i'm Michelle. Mitch"
huwat?! mother fucker. mitch nanaman?
and my smile faded.
Tuesday 20 May 2008
name plate
last monday was our advising.
Top and Dian texted me and asked if i am to wear a uniform? I didnt have time to reply. In Science, we wore unifrom during advising days, so i did wear it. Only to find out that i was the only one in Med wearing a freaking unifom. but anyways, rewind.. back to the morning.
when i was dressing up, i double checked stuffs that i need to bring before leaving home. wallet. phone. hanky. ID.
before i stepped out of my room, i saw a little plastic plate of green slightly shining with my name on it... it said,
"EDEJER, Karl Erjon M.
UST Medicine and Surgery
Class 2011"
Class 2011. Class 2011. Quadricentennial Batch. A batch that i don't belong to anymore. I have failed in keeping that name plate. Now it's not worthy of hanging in my upper left pocket. I have failed.
I never thought that April 10 will be the last day that i'll belong to that elite list. sabi nga ni Dean, "the strong 500" - but that's not 500 anymore.
but before i left my room, i sucked it up. I ignored that freaking name plate. and focused on the friends ill meet, the new friends ill get to meet in I-C Medicine, haha, the coolness of our sched, (no classes on Friday, baby!)
Failing is Sad. Failing is bad. but... fuck it. nangyari na eh.Vicky Belo failed biochem, my Dad failed Neuroanatomy, blablabla, but theyre all successful. I'm delayed. I failed. But it's OK. wala na kaming magagawa. we only have to make the most of it.
my life is too beautiful to be ruined by Physio.
my day is too great to be ruined by a stupid name plate.
Top and Dian texted me and asked if i am to wear a uniform? I didnt have time to reply. In Science, we wore unifrom during advising days, so i did wear it. Only to find out that i was the only one in Med wearing a freaking unifom. but anyways, rewind.. back to the morning.
when i was dressing up, i double checked stuffs that i need to bring before leaving home. wallet. phone. hanky. ID.
before i stepped out of my room, i saw a little plastic plate of green slightly shining with my name on it... it said,
"EDEJER, Karl Erjon M.
UST Medicine and Surgery
Class 2011"
Class 2011. Class 2011. Quadricentennial Batch. A batch that i don't belong to anymore. I have failed in keeping that name plate. Now it's not worthy of hanging in my upper left pocket. I have failed.
I never thought that April 10 will be the last day that i'll belong to that elite list. sabi nga ni Dean, "the strong 500" - but that's not 500 anymore.
but before i left my room, i sucked it up. I ignored that freaking name plate. and focused on the friends ill meet, the new friends ill get to meet in I-C Medicine, haha, the coolness of our sched, (no classes on Friday, baby!)
Failing is Sad. Failing is bad. but... fuck it. nangyari na eh.Vicky Belo failed biochem, my Dad failed Neuroanatomy, blablabla, but theyre all successful. I'm delayed. I failed. But it's OK. wala na kaming magagawa. we only have to make the most of it.
my life is too beautiful to be ruined by Physio.
my day is too great to be ruined by a stupid name plate.
Monday 19 May 2008
sunset.
it's amazing how the sky gets colored in shades of orange and red and blue and yellow and you get to see it dip in the beach. a few minutes later, stars start to assemble.
after a long, long, rainy day, the sun was finally setting. on saturday afternoons at zambales, it's the only thing i look forward to.
i sit on the sand, play dwtl songs, and just smell the beach... i always do it alone. i always watch the sun set alone. feel the voice of God whisper.
they say i was born when the sun was setting. ma'am chatt said to me before that that explains my love for the sunset. It always give me a feeling that i'm born again and given another chance when i see it. Our third Year HS English Teacher asked us to make a novel, and my first scene was a sunset. a perfect colorful sunset.
i was sitting on my Happy Spot on the beach that day and I thought, in this part of the world, the sun is setting, while on the other part of the world, their day had just begun, at the same time, the sun is soaring high and hot above their heads, while on their other side, the sun is not present at all. it all depends on where you are, and how the certain intensity of light reaches you.
it's a matter of perspective. one event for me may break my heart, while for her, that event is another chance of falling in love with someone else. for me, this event may make me stuck on a certain place, while for her, this may be liberating.
perspective. it's how you look at it. it's how the sun varies at different places in life. for some, the sunrise is a symbol for hope, but for me it's the sunset.
right then and there, i realized that she and i just live in very far away places. worlds far away. we have different perspectives in life, and very different backgrounds. Probably if both of us would look at our sun at the same time, we'd see a completely different scenario. maybe it's she'd see a bright and shiny sun,and for me, it's shaded and peaceful. we really live in far away worlds. and im suprised myself that i am beginning to accept that.
in her world, maybe she's watching the sunrise beside her new guy. time will come that that image will be ok with me. him and her watching the sunrise. i hate to think of it right now, but someday, ill accept that. in God's time. in God's perfect time.
because i know, someday, too, some girl will be seeing the sun exactly the way i see it. that sweet shade of red and orange, that peaceful feeling that wraps around my skin. that gentle wind that runs along the waves. someday, that girl will sit beside me at watch the sunset. we'll be seeing the same scene, and feeling the same feeling, and watching the same feat that the sun does every single day on that wonderful beach. it'll be great, and peaceful, and silent. so quiet, that the only thing that ill ever hear, aside from the waves clapping on the sand,
...is my heart...beside the girl with the same heartbeat as mine.
after a long, long, rainy day, the sun was finally setting. on saturday afternoons at zambales, it's the only thing i look forward to.
i sit on the sand, play dwtl songs, and just smell the beach... i always do it alone. i always watch the sun set alone. feel the voice of God whisper.
they say i was born when the sun was setting. ma'am chatt said to me before that that explains my love for the sunset. It always give me a feeling that i'm born again and given another chance when i see it. Our third Year HS English Teacher asked us to make a novel, and my first scene was a sunset. a perfect colorful sunset.
i was sitting on my Happy Spot on the beach that day and I thought, in this part of the world, the sun is setting, while on the other part of the world, their day had just begun, at the same time, the sun is soaring high and hot above their heads, while on their other side, the sun is not present at all. it all depends on where you are, and how the certain intensity of light reaches you.
it's a matter of perspective. one event for me may break my heart, while for her, that event is another chance of falling in love with someone else. for me, this event may make me stuck on a certain place, while for her, this may be liberating.
perspective. it's how you look at it. it's how the sun varies at different places in life. for some, the sunrise is a symbol for hope, but for me it's the sunset.
right then and there, i realized that she and i just live in very far away places. worlds far away. we have different perspectives in life, and very different backgrounds. Probably if both of us would look at our sun at the same time, we'd see a completely different scenario. maybe it's she'd see a bright and shiny sun,and for me, it's shaded and peaceful. we really live in far away worlds. and im suprised myself that i am beginning to accept that.
in her world, maybe she's watching the sunrise beside her new guy. time will come that that image will be ok with me. him and her watching the sunrise. i hate to think of it right now, but someday, ill accept that. in God's time. in God's perfect time.
because i know, someday, too, some girl will be seeing the sun exactly the way i see it. that sweet shade of red and orange, that peaceful feeling that wraps around my skin. that gentle wind that runs along the waves. someday, that girl will sit beside me at watch the sunset. we'll be seeing the same scene, and feeling the same feeling, and watching the same feat that the sun does every single day on that wonderful beach. it'll be great, and peaceful, and silent. so quiet, that the only thing that ill ever hear, aside from the waves clapping on the sand,
...is my heart...beside the girl with the same heartbeat as mine.
Sunday 4 May 2008
Potipot Island, Candelaria, Zambales
and Yes, this island is just in front of our beachouse in Zambales.
FAQs:
What's on the Island? Nothing. Nothing but pure peace and silence, way less than the crowd in Galera and Bora. clear waters. great sunset. white sands that surround the whole island, its proximity to the mainland that allows visitors to reach it in only 5 minutes by banca, the lush vegetation and trees that provide shade along the beach (and sometimes even on the water).
What's Unique?
On one side of the island, going around 5 meters off shore, sobrang lalim na. On the other side, kahit 30 meters away ka na sa shore, hanggang baywang parin ang tubig. Sa back side nung island, may mga dead trees doon na masarap magpapicture at dun magandang manood ng sunset. Just don't forget to wear slippers dahil medyo masakit sa paa yung sand and stones sa part na yun. Sa other side naman ng island, pinong pino ang sand.
It tells a different story, too when tides change.
If you're commuting,
take Victory Liner (it's the only Bus that travels the whole Zambales)
take the ones going to Sta Cruz.
If the Caloocan station is full, try contacting the other stations like Cubao, and Sampaloc (near UST).
Fare is 400+. (bring your school ID for 20% student's discount!)
Takes more or less 6-7 hours travel time by day, and 4-5 hours by night
Ask the conductor na ibaba kayo sa Beach House ni Dok, sa may in Bgy Sinabacan-Uacon border.
Driving
Take NLEX, exit on Dau (toll fee: manila to dau is 195 pesos)
then take SCTEX exit to Subic (toll fee: 150pesos),enter SBMA (toll fee 20 pesos),
exit to Kalaklan gate.
Take left to Subic.Then just follow a the straight main road for around 2 hours. (approx 120kms)
Follow signs that say "to Sta Cruz"Basically, from Subic to Candelaria, it's just a straight path. you only have to turn right once (im sure you wont miss this junction) at San Marcelino.
When you pass by a Truss Bridge saying "Vertical Clearance... 5.8M", that means you're in Candelaria. (that's only bridge in zambales that looks like the Golden Gate, kulay silver nga lang. :p )
8kms from the Bridge, is our Resort, on the left side.There's a sign there that says, "Beach House ni Dok." (After Tinidad Beach Resort, and Before Dawal Beach Resort)
*other tips while travelling:
Going there, the beach is ALWAYS on the Left Side. Always. If you see the beach on the right side, pabalik na kayo.
Follow signs that say "To Sta Cruz" or "Masinloc" or "Palauig." If you have to choose between the two, choose Sta Cruz over Masinloc, and Masinloc over palauig. Candelaria is in between Masinloc and Sta. Cruz
Cheapest Gas rates is at SBMA.
Travelling there is quite long. But it's totally worth it.
We are a 10-minute walking distance from Dawal and Sunbloom,
5 Kms from the Market
Room Rates:
Room for 2-4 People: Php 2000
Bed for 2, extra Beddings for 2 more people
with Bathroom
Airconditioned
Cable TV
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Bed for 3 (1 queensize, 1 solo, 1 sofa bed), extra Beddings for 2 more people
with Bathroom
Airconditioned
Cable TV
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Room for 6-8 People: Php 3000
1 queensize bed, 2 solo beds, extra Beddings for 4 more people
room is 1.5-2x as big as the small rooms
with Bathroom (twice as big as other's bathrooms)
Airconditioned
Cable TV
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(not recommended for groups with Kids, Elderly, and Pregnant people. Wala po kasing aircon)
for 10-12 people
3 Floors
1st Floor: Sala, Sink
2nd Floor: Bathroom, Shower Room, Sink, Beddings
3rd Floor: more Beddings, Cable TV
additional Php 200/pax per excess of 12
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and the Main House Php 6,000
for 10-15 people
2 Floors
2 Bedrooms with Aircon (1 room: 1 queensize bed, 1 solo. 2nd room: 1 bed)
2 Cable TVs
with Sala, Kitchen, Terrace, and Dining area
Refrigerator
3 Bathrooms and Toilet
and You'll feel like you own the whole beachouse when you stay here.
additional Php 200/pax per excess of 15 people
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Room for 2 (for couples)
Php 1500
Twin Side Bed, Cable TV, Bathroom Airconditioned. No excess allowed.
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when you're checked-in on any of the rooms, you can use the Function Hall, Tables, Chairs, and Duyan in front of the Beach and the Showers in front of the beach for Free.
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Other Stuff
if you bring your own tent, tent corkage is 100 per day + 100 per person. We totally don't recommend bringing their own tents and pitch it in the Resort.
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For those who are planning to just park at our lot and stay at the island, a 100 Peso parking fee (per 24 hours) shall be charged.
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Kalan:
Php 600/ Day
utensils and cooking materials provided EXCEPT spoon, fork, plates and serving plates
Grille: Free. Just bring your own uling.
Videoke: 100 per hour
Php 500 round trip, maximum of 8
safe, and life vest included. First Come first served.
Operation Hours: 7AM to 6PM
Eat-All-U-Can (applicable only during peak season OR upon advance request)
Breakfast 200/pax (3 Viands, 1 Dessert, Fried Rice,
Lunch / Dinner 200/pax (3 Viands, 1 Dessert, Rice)
+20/pax if you want it packed and delivered to Potipot.
or 600 for all 3 meals
Check-in time:
1pm
Check out time:
12 PM
ENTRANCE TO THE ISLAND IS SEPARATE. 100 per pax and 300 per pax overnight
EXCESS PEOPLE CHARGE: 200 per pax
NO CORKAGE FEES
Electronics Fee - (Rice Cooker and others that consumes a lot of elec) - 150 per day
NO BEACH FEES (charging fees for a dip in the beach? nah)
FREE PARKING for Guests (50 for Day tour Guests <kung maliligo sa showers>)
FREE USE OF TABLES, CHAIRS, SHOWER ROOMS (for guests only)
DAY TOUR (passing through but not checked in) - 100 per person
Early Checkin/ Late Checkout Policy:
Early Checkin is 10.00 AM
Late Checkout is 2.00 PM
that is, considering that there MUST be NO guests occupying prior/after you.
and if you're going to check-in/out late, please inform us a few days prior so that we can check if you can extend or advance.
Reservation Fee is Half of the price of the rooms x days of stay. Which, of course, will be deducted to the whole bill when you get here.
RATES ARE STILL THE SAME AS OF SUMMER 2012
Reservation Fees are non-refundable and room/date changes can be made depending on the availability of dates and rooms.
contact me at 09175765117 - Shan
more pics click here
BTW.Important! For every night of stay in the beach house, you're helping me pay my UST-med school tuition fee. So nag-enjoy ka na, nakatulong ka pa.
Surgery
i asked my dad if i could scrub in on one of his operations. last friday, he pulled me in the OR for a craniotomy.
wow, craniotomy.
so i wore the green scrubsuit, and slippers, and cap, and mask... and entered the first live OR Surgery i've ever seen in my life.
and there it was. the OR. the Holy Grail. that streile room that smells like.. well, duh, a hospital. i saw the Surgeon, the Anesthesiologist, the Interns, the Nurses. There was one hot nurse by that way. i can see it through her mask. haha.
I was like a wide eyed kid on a candy store. I've seen the stuff i saw only on TV before. that scene in Grey's Anatomy where a machine is breathing for the patient. And the patient, was lying... unaware that we are literally looking inside his brain.
I saw my dad's gadgets. A screen where stats were displayed - PO2, Systolic, Diastolic, HR, chorva chorva.. haha.. And on the side of the room was the CT scan showing the bleeding Thalamus, and overflowing on the lateral ventricles.
Wow. This must be it. my soon-to-be sanctuary. Then i noticed something, on the table near the bathroom, there was an iPod attached to a pair of speakers, and playing music. my dad said, "it's always like that so that we won't get that bored." haha..
"nasan na yung anak ni Dr Edejer na med student?" asked the Surgeon.
and they all looked at me. and i was looking at the hot nurse.
The surgeon called me to step in closer beside her and explained her procedure, "You're one lucky kid. I've never seen a real surgery till i was a resident. And now you're looking at the Lateral ventricles with overflowing blood on it. We're actually not preventing the blood here, but we're preventing the CSF. pag yan nag obstruct, baka magkahydrocephalus pa yung patient. Like what you studied in Neuroanatomy, the brain just makes and makes CSF - nonstop. Oh, anong foramen lumalabas ang CSF pag galing sa lateral ventricles pababa?" she asked
They all looked at me even the hot nurse. and i said, "Foramen of Monroe?" (kunwari nanghula para pahumble effect kuno"
"naaaks" sabi ng Surgeon "tama. galing ah"
sa loob loob ko: ("oo naman, haha, nagremedials ako jan")
I was laughing inside. and then, i thought... in a way, i was like that patient lying in front of me. He generates a lot of CS that an outlet has to be put for it not to do further damage. Like me, i have a lot of thoughts. tons of them. i think too much. too much regrets, heartaches, pity, couldve beens, what will bees, what to do. i converse myself too much. and oh god. i converse with myself in english. shet. haha. and i need an outlet. i need to put a hole in my thoughts where it can flow, and so that it couldnt rot. i dont want a hydrocephalus.
maybe that's why i write. i write these thoughts so that it could flow out of my head, and at the same time, i immortalize those thoughts. put them in a place so that when i read it, where i could laugh with me again, and cry with me again... like Jestha and Kit, writing is my Art. my way of immortalizing myself. and this is one of the ways God speaks to other people through my hands. and thoughts. i hope.
As the surgeon closes the hole she made on the patient's head, i thought, we were inside his Brain a while ago, while me, I expose a big part of my brainthrough my blogs. mostly theyre products of my Limbic system on that Papez Circuit, some just random thoughts that needed just to be flushed out on a blank screen.
Surgeries are like Journals. cut, open, put out something, and stitch back.
Surgeries are like heartaches, painful, but in the end, it's (hopefully) for the good.
Surgeries are like Love. It hurts. It heals. It's Complicated. It's an art. It's risky.
Surgeries are like me. hardcore. unpredictable. takes a while to understand. scary. cool. (walang kokontra).
and Surgery is like God. surgery is like Life. It has a purpose why you're doing it. It hurts a part of you, but it makes you strong. It makes you last longer. It makes you live... or maybe die. But still, it has it's reasons why.
wow, craniotomy.
so i wore the green scrubsuit, and slippers, and cap, and mask... and entered the first live OR Surgery i've ever seen in my life.
and there it was. the OR. the Holy Grail. that streile room that smells like.. well, duh, a hospital. i saw the Surgeon, the Anesthesiologist, the Interns, the Nurses. There was one hot nurse by that way. i can see it through her mask. haha.
I was like a wide eyed kid on a candy store. I've seen the stuff i saw only on TV before. that scene in Grey's Anatomy where a machine is breathing for the patient. And the patient, was lying... unaware that we are literally looking inside his brain.
I saw my dad's gadgets. A screen where stats were displayed - PO2, Systolic, Diastolic, HR, chorva chorva.. haha.. And on the side of the room was the CT scan showing the bleeding Thalamus, and overflowing on the lateral ventricles.
Wow. This must be it. my soon-to-be sanctuary. Then i noticed something, on the table near the bathroom, there was an iPod attached to a pair of speakers, and playing music. my dad said, "it's always like that so that we won't get that bored." haha..
"nasan na yung anak ni Dr Edejer na med student?" asked the Surgeon.
and they all looked at me. and i was looking at the hot nurse.
The surgeon called me to step in closer beside her and explained her procedure, "You're one lucky kid. I've never seen a real surgery till i was a resident. And now you're looking at the Lateral ventricles with overflowing blood on it. We're actually not preventing the blood here, but we're preventing the CSF. pag yan nag obstruct, baka magkahydrocephalus pa yung patient. Like what you studied in Neuroanatomy, the brain just makes and makes CSF - nonstop. Oh, anong foramen lumalabas ang CSF pag galing sa lateral ventricles pababa?" she asked
They all looked at me even the hot nurse. and i said, "Foramen of Monroe?" (kunwari nanghula para pahumble effect kuno"
"naaaks" sabi ng Surgeon "tama. galing ah"
sa loob loob ko: ("oo naman, haha, nagremedials ako jan")
I was laughing inside. and then, i thought... in a way, i was like that patient lying in front of me. He generates a lot of CS that an outlet has to be put for it not to do further damage. Like me, i have a lot of thoughts. tons of them. i think too much. too much regrets, heartaches, pity, couldve beens, what will bees, what to do. i converse myself too much. and oh god. i converse with myself in english. shet. haha. and i need an outlet. i need to put a hole in my thoughts where it can flow, and so that it couldnt rot. i dont want a hydrocephalus.
maybe that's why i write. i write these thoughts so that it could flow out of my head, and at the same time, i immortalize those thoughts. put them in a place so that when i read it, where i could laugh with me again, and cry with me again... like Jestha and Kit, writing is my Art. my way of immortalizing myself. and this is one of the ways God speaks to other people through my hands. and thoughts. i hope.
As the surgeon closes the hole she made on the patient's head, i thought, we were inside his Brain a while ago, while me, I expose a big part of my brainthrough my blogs. mostly theyre products of my Limbic system on that Papez Circuit, some just random thoughts that needed just to be flushed out on a blank screen.
Surgeries are like Journals. cut, open, put out something, and stitch back.
Surgeries are like heartaches, painful, but in the end, it's (hopefully) for the good.
Surgeries are like Love. It hurts. It heals. It's Complicated. It's an art. It's risky.
Surgeries are like me. hardcore. unpredictable. takes a while to understand. scary. cool. (walang kokontra).
and Surgery is like God. surgery is like Life. It has a purpose why you're doing it. It hurts a part of you, but it makes you strong. It makes you last longer. It makes you live... or maybe die. But still, it has it's reasons why.
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