I still remember the first movie I watched alone. It was in my opinion, the best Filipino film ever made – "One More Chance". The experience itself felt like an emotional suicide further complicated by the pain of lining up for the movie and end up buying only a ticket for myself. And as I entered the movie house, I had to endure my heavy aching heart when I see couples everywhere. The movie was phenomenal, a blockbuster, I would say. The movie house was filled by a sea of couples – the young, married, and the old which made it hard for me to find a seat. Luckily, I managed to find a one near the back at the farthest seat at the left wing. I bought myself the biggest size of popcorn that the movie house has plus an extra large iced tea to accompany me in movie.
Every row of chair has eight seats and almost everyone was with their partner, I had to bear having an empty seat beside me. I felt like a valiant tiger, a solitary one at that. As the film started, I sensed the warmth of the cuddled couples nearby, yet all I could feel is the coldness of the air conditioning unit. Sensing isn’t the same as feeling after all. You can feel pain, but you can’t sense it.
As the picture progressed and went on to climax - the scene where Popoy found a new love while Basha went away - I had to do the most consoling thing I can do for myself – fill the spaces of my hand with my other hand just to feel she’s the one holding it. It did the least relief but it sure backfired after only a few minutes as it reminded me that only a unfilled red chair was next to me. Thus, I had to stop again.
After a few years, I had to learn that she was with her seminarian boyfriend that same very day I watched the movie alone. She told me they had an sexual intercourse at the comfort room of the Chapel. Oh what sacrilege it had been! But upon meeting her again, all I could say is:
“Oh, I heard about what happened, it must be difficult for both of you but congratulations on your first baby…”
Me and my classmates went out this sembreak sa isang province, bonding lang talaga, before the stresses of college life once again resurface. So ayun, nagstay kami sa isang hotel. It was a very spacious one actually, there were three bed rooms with CRs and a kitchen as well.
At dito nagsimula ang kwento ko.haha! Anyway, syempre as any outing would have, may pictchuran at inuman nanaman. Kaya naman si Pareng Bacardi at DSLR ang bida noong gabing yun. Syempre andami kong pictures ngayon na pang profile pic sa Facebook (click to go to facebook).
Pagkatapos ng pictyuran, kasama ko si classmate na may DSLR sa room, tinggin tinggin lang sa mga pictures, etc. Kasama rin pala namin si girlfriend ni classmate since class friend narin namin sya so ayun tinggn tinggin ulit hanggang sa mapansin ko na may ibang nakatinggin mula sa kanyang boxers!
Kung iniisip nyo na coincidence lang yang picture sa taas, aba’y nagkakamali ka dahil hinalughog ko pa ang Google Images para makakuha ng eksaktong itsura at para madescribe ko sainyo fully. Oo, bite size lang po, mas malaki parin akin. Naka boxers lang kasi sya tapos may parang mga button lang sa gitna kaya madali talaga makasilip si manoy.
I was really hesistant to tell him, kaya iniwan ko na lang, total kasama naman nya girlfriend nya.
I mean, paano ko nga naman sasabihin? Choose the best answer nga.
a) “Uy pare, si manoy mo oh, may hinahanap yata”
b) ”Uy friend, titi mo nakalabas oh…”
c) “Uy (insert name here), ”, sabay turo sa may penis area
d) None of the above
Syempre pinili ko na lang ang none of the above, baka trip lang pala nya talaga ang mag display ng titi nya diba? Iniwan ko na lang.hehe
Lesson learned nanaman ito. Dapat po kasi mag briefs pag nakaboxers lang. Pero kung trip nyo ang “free as a bird” feeling, by all means you have the choice to do so.
P.S. Kung ikaw yung classmate ko na nasa taas na kasalukuyang binabasa ito, I promise full confidentiality :)) I never told anyone about this. Plus, kahit ikaw siguro di mo rin to napansin.
Dahil nagmamarunong at nagmamatalino nanaman ako, gusto ko sana magcontribute ng post na makakatulong sa development of the society. Di man ako English teacher o isang dalubhasa sa grammar and syntax, may mga napupuna akong mga grammatical error paminsan minsan sa mga post ng ibang bloggers. Maaring honest mistake lang ito, pwede rin kasi babangag bangag ka na at nagboblog ka pa, or baka nakalimutan narin ang mga grammar lessons dati. Para po ito sa ikabubuti ng lahat kaya kung filing mo ikaw yung nababasa kong yun, wag na lang masyado halata. Pasalamat ka na lang di ko ginawang sample quote yung sinulat mo with your URL.
Eto ang ilan sa mga common na nababasa ko:
1. Pag nangyari na ang isang bagay, nilalagyan ng –d at –ed sa dulo ang verb para magging past tense ito.
Sample 1
MALI: I receive a text message.
TAMA: I received a text message.
Oh eto pa isang sample.
Sample 2
MALI: I eat an apple.
TAMA: I eated an apple.
Joke lang po yung sample no. 2. dapat I ate an apple yun.
2. Pag plural form ang noun o ang pronoun, dapat plural din ang verb. Tawag dito ay Subject-Verb Agreement.
Sample
MALI: The communities raises funds for the poor.
TAMA: The communities raise funds for the poor.
3. There is no such word as “IRREGARDLESS”
Reason: Double Negatives
Sample
MALI: Irregardless of the situation, ....
TAMA: Regardless of the situation,...
4. Wag masyado exagg sa paggamit ng adjectives
MALI: Oh! His post is more better than the other one.
TAMA: Oh! His post is better than the other one.
Remember the good-better-best and bad-worse-worst. Di pwede masyado matuwa sa mga ito at gamitin excessively. Pero if you still want to emphasize further a point, you can use the word "much".
TAMA: I'm feeling much better now.
Wala po sanang mapipikon sa mga ito, dahil sobrang importante na maayos ang ating mga sinusulat sa blogosperyo, gusto ko lang po kayong matulungan kasi minsan kating kati ako iedit minsan ang mga post nyo.
A guy was being interviewed in a police station along West Avenue. The interviewee was in his late teens, he was wearing a black and white checkered polo and a pair of jeans, accentuated with a pair leather white shoes. There was weariness in his eyes, the kind of weariness you see in the anxious and sleep deprived.
The other scenes in the police station were a blur. Different voices from both complainants and the officers came undecipherable to his senses. The noise although unwavering sounded minute because of his mind’s restlessness.
With all the chaos happening around him, a voice stood out asking, “Oh, ano nangyari sayo?” while a figure wearing a blue uniform with a name plate bearing the word “Senilo” materialized before his eyes. The officer in front of him opened a thick binded notebook which seemed more like a record book. A new page for us was folded, the cop started scribbling characters, numbers and letters which seemed like a date and the incident, respectively.
While he was silent.
The officer asked again, “Ano nangyari sainyo?”
There was perplexity in his actions, his voice was calm and straightforward as he answered, “Nahold up po kami…” He was about to go home at that time. The night was still young, it still must be safe to ride the jeep he thought, and that’s what he exactly did. He rode quite an empty jeepney with only four passengers. As they travelled to the latter part of North Avenue, a group of six men wearing jerseys joined the unwary passengers. The group was quite unruly, they were obviously not the type of people fond of baths as manifested by their skin color and smell. One of them was holding a cigarette with his lips while puffing the smoke to the passengers' faces.
Something was wrong. Something was definitely wrong, his senses had been telling him. There was fear but he was too hesitant to act upon it. And he surely took the toll for his actions, his instincts never failed him.
“Akin na mga cellphone nyo!”, one of members of the group shouted while aiming a balisong to the guy. “Asan yung cellphone mo! Putangina! Papatayin kita pag di mo binigay”, the hold upper shouted again while searching for the phone of the guy from his pockets. He was in a state of shock – there was no movement in the jeepney around half a minute, the noisy jeepney suddenly became still, it all seemed so surreal.
It was like a trick or treat activity sans the candies and the costumes. And it really was, give out your phone and no one gets to be tricked, or you could get hurt while still keeping the treat. It was a trick or treat that would not accept “patawad po” as amn answer. So much for Halloween.
A familiar voice penetrated his senses again. It was the police officer asking him to sign the paper to make a blotter.
And there it was, a signature appeared in the paper above the name of Drei Santos.
I went to a public CR at Mall of Asia yesterday with my 7 year old brother. Being public as it is, there were many people walking in and out, doing their thing to relieve themselves. Upon entering the CR, I headed straight to the last urinal while by brother went to next to it. After a while by brother glanced at my penis while urinating. He then suddenly blurted out:
“Ewwww… Laki!”
Potaena. Umurong ihi ko.Nahiya ako to the bones.haha!
This may be one of the most fulfilling days in my life. And it all started as “trip,trip lang…”. While we were studying at Starbucks last night, me and a friend thought of a idea. Crazy at it may seem, but we actually wanted to experience firsthand the life of a beggar. So instead of studying for our Literature exams for the following day, we ended up conceptualizing our “trip”.
And the plan was set. The next day, I brought a very loose jersey, shirt, two shorts, and a cap which I stuffed forcibly on my Jansport bag. Lala, the friend I’m referring to in the first paragraph planned to join me.
After our scheduled exams, we met near the UST gymnasium at P.Noval Street at around 6pm. We asked the guard if we could change to our pulubi costume inside the guard house since it was the CR nearest to the gates, he obliged without the slightest hesitancy. However, he then refused when we asked him if we could leave our bags there.
“Di kayo pagkakamalang pulubi nyan sa suot at kutis nyo”, manong guard said.
“Hindi kuya, kaya na yan. “
“Dapat madumi kayo…bili kayo ng jobos, okaya ng kiwi tapos ipahid nyo sa balat nyo.” (Aba! Nag-susuggest pa tong si kuya guard. )
We decided to start asking the stalls outside UST if they could be so kind and keep our bags. We ended up leaving our stuff at Big Martha’s. Ate Jen and Ate Jean were really very nice and accommodating (I promised them that their names will be mentioned in lieu of their kindness.)
After dressing up and depositing our bags (SM ba ito?haha), we got ourselves concerned with our “props” which consisted of envelopes with the following scribbles:
“Ate at Kuya, palimos po pagkain lang po… Salamat po”
(Some were too crazy and even out of this world)
“Ate at Kuya,may I please have some moolah to buy myself food, drink and clothes. Thanks much!”
“Ate at Kuya, konting tulong lang po…pang shopping lang po”
“Ate at Kuya, palimos po please pangkain lang po sa Mcdo”
“Ate at Kuya, palimos po pambili ng Ipod Nano, yung 4 gig okay na po”
“Ate at Kuya, pengge po pera pang Starbucks at yosi. Pang Dota na rin po”
The envelopes were designed similar to the envelopes street children give to you at the jeeps. Actually, we had a sample to copy since Lala was given an empty envelope by a beggar at the jeep last night when we went home from Starbucks.
After doing all the necessary preparations, we started the trip.
At this point in time, magtatagalog na ako, ang hirap pala mag-English.
Ayun, naglakad lakad na kami sa mga eskinita at pasikot sikot sa may P.Noval street sa gilid ng Uste. Maraming estudyante noon. Ayos! Marami kaming makukuha ngayon. Nagsimula kami sa mga nagiinuman at mga kumakain sa karinderya.
“Palimos po.. kahit piso lang po…” ang aking sinasabi sa mga nagiinuman at mga estudyante - ung iba taga FEU, ung iba naman ka-school namin. Si Lala naman ay di makapagsalita dahil nakabraces sya. Sosyal na pulubi. Kaya hanggang acting lang ang drama nya.
Noong nanlimos kami sa harap ng isang fruit shake stand, naexperience naming first time mabulyawan ng may ari nito. “Hoy! Ano yan!? Bawal yan dito”. High blood much si kuya. Medyo natakot na kami kasi baka kami pa dahilan ng myocardial infaction nya okaya naman baka ipapulis pa kami kaya umalis na lang kami ng kusa.
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Nang umabot kami sa Mang Toots, isang karinderya, nanlimos kami sa dalawang babaeng mukang nagtratrabaho na. Kasalukuyan silang kumain habang lumapit kami at iniabot ang sobre. “Pasensya na.. wala talaga”. Syempre dapat todo acting parin kami na pulubi. Kaya ayun, tinuro ko na lang yung Banana-rhuma na nasa may hapag kainan nila. (Ang Banana-rhuma pala ay parang turon na may sesame seed) “Osige kumuha ka na…” Sobrang natatawa na ako nung panahon na yun, PG mode nga naman. Sabi ko kay Lala, “Tara, hati na lang tayo…” habang kinamay ko na yung turon sa plato nila. Pero ewan ko ba at ang bait ni Ate samin nang sabihin nyang, “Hindi, kuha ka na rin…”. Pagalis naming dun sa lugar na yun, tawang tawa talaga kami to the highest level.haha! Sino nga bang matinong tao ang gagawa nun?
Nagpatuloy kami sa pamumulubi… umabot kami sa isang karinderya ulit sa kanto ng P.Noval. Sabi ko, para dagdag sa saya, magpeperform na lang ako habang nanlilimos para may added features ang paglilimos namin.
Ginawa nga namin yun. Kumanta ako ng “I Believe I Can Fly” , napatinggin halos lahat ng mga kumakain at lumabas pa yung nagtitinda. Sumesecond voice at nagsu-sway sway pa nga yung iba. Performance level talaga ito, sabi ko sa sarili ko. Pumalakpak naman sila Ate pagkatapos ng chorus ko. Bongga talaga.
Habang nasa harap kami ng Ministop, nakasalubong ko si Kuya. “Kuya palimos po kahit piso lang…” Sagot nya, “Magkano ba?” Kulit naman ni kuya, kakasabi ko lang na kahit piso lang eh. Pero since makulit sya, sabi ko na lang, “Kahit pagkano pwede na…” “Bente pwede na?”, tanong nya. Oo, pwedeng pwede na yang kuya. Thaaankk youuuu!
Umabot kami hanggang sa Morayta. May nagsabi samin na dalawang babaeng studyante, “Magtrabaho na lang kayo… Ang laki laki nyo eh…” Pero ayun persistent parin kami sakanila, di namin iniwan. Kinakalabit kalabit pa naming sila ng paulit ulit. Nakulitan na yata samin kaya “Osige na nga, kinokonsensya nyo pa ako…” Binigyan kami ng limang piso.haha
Dinerecho namin ang Morayta at umabot kami sa Espana. Naglakad lakad kami hanggang umabot sa may UST. Pumwesto kami sa may gate at nanlimos sa dalawang school mate namin na taga Fine Arts habang nagyoyosi. Pagkatapos mabigyan ng limang piso, nakipagkwentuhan kami.
“Ate nagaaral ka ba dyan?”
“Oo…”
“Anong course ba maganda dyan?”
“Uhm…. Nursing…” (syempre tuwang tuwa kami, gusto naming sabihin ni Lala “Di nyo lang alam ganito ka gago ang mga Nursing!haha
“Bakit naman?”
“Wala.. kasi sila yung parang magaling dito eh…”
“Ahh ganun ba? Magkano kaya tuition nila dito? Balak ko kasi magaral dyan minsan eh”
“Di ko sure e…Medyo mahal eh…”
“Ahh talaga? Afford kaya namin?”
“Ewan ko lang..”
Habang kinakausap naming sila, biglang dumaan ung high school teacher ko sa CAT. Syet! Deds na deds ako nito pag nakita ako. Napilitan kaming umalis.
Naglakad lakad kami sa Espana, nakasalubong kami ng dalawang high school students na tiga Arellano High. “Palimos po” sabi namin. Mukhang natakot yung dalawang studyante. Napatigil talaga sila, yung isa parang maiiyak na. Kumbaga, parang nacorner naming kasi sila nung time na yun. Iniwan na lang namin, baka akala pa ng iba ay nanghoholdap kami. BTW, may CCTV camera pala sa palibot ng USTe. Baka sa first day of classes patawag na nyan kami sa Office for Student Affairs (OSA) okaya naman sa Student Welfare and Development Board (SWDB).haha Naku! Baka ma-lagay pa kami sa school publication na Varsitarian.
Tinuloy namin ang paglalakad at nakasalubong kami ng medyo matandang couple na tila nagaaway. Nilapitan naming, “Palimos po…” Di kami pinapansin habang nagaaway sila. Di rin kami umalis. Hanggang sa medyo nakulitan na sya at sinabi sa min, “Pwede ba, maguusap muna kami?”. Okaaaayyy, umalis na lang kami. Goodluck na lang sa LQ nila.
Naglakad ulit kami sa Espana, malapit na sa may Lacson. May couple na ulit kaming nilapitan.
“Palimos po…konting tulong lang po” sabay abot ng sobre.
”Oh ano ba nangyari?”, sabi nung lalake
“Galing po kasi kami ng Sorsogon” (Siguro nagtataka kayo kung bakit Sorsogon. Ako rin eh, nagtataka rin kung bakit nasabi ko yun.)
“Ano ba nangyari sa inyo?”
“May sindikato po kasi… dinala kami dito”, sagot ko
“Naku dapat lumapit na kayo sa pulis!”
“Ayy hindi na po… gusto lang po talaga naming makauwi”
“Ahh ganun ba? Magkano ba kelangan nyo?”
“Kahit magkano lang po…kahit pangkain lang…”
“Oh eto 50…”
“Naku salamat po!!”
“Eto dagdag nyo pa”, kinalikot nya ang kanyang bag at binigyan pa kami ng apat na piso.
“Patulong na kayo sa pulis”, sabi ng babae
Sobrang naguilty talaga ako nung panahon na yun. Sobrang bait ni Kuya kung alam lang nyang pinagtripan lang namin sya. Pero ayun, tinuloy namin ang paglalakad sa Lacson street. Nakakita kami ng isang matandang kumakain. “Uyy Lala, bilhan naman natin ng inumin si manong” Sagot ni Lala, “Tara, uhaw na rin ako eh”. Bumili kami sa mga bangketa sa may UST Hospital. Tatlong Big O na orange juice, ung isa binigay kay manong na napagalaman naming isang parking boy, yung dalawa samin na ni Lala. Tuwang tuwa naman si Manong sa binigay namin.
Grabe talaga yun, imagine, nagduduty kami sa ospital na to, pero ngayon nanlilimos andito kami sapara manlimos sa mga medtech, doctor, at mga estudyante doon. Medyo mailap lang sila kasi delikado raw talaga sa parteng yun ng USTe.
Umabot na kami sa Dapitan, konti na lang maiikot na namin ang 4 corners ng school namin. Umabot kami sa Dela Fuente Street kung saan maraming karinderya. Nanlimos kami sa school mates namin na taga-Accountancy. “Ate may libreng kanta pag nagbigay…Gusto mo sample?”
“Ayy kuya wag na, mapapaos ka lang”
“Ay hindi, kakanta ako…” (ipagpilitan ba ang sarili?haha)
Sinimulan ko nangkantahin ang “I Believe I can Fly” with matching eye contact at hand gesture kaya ate, para bang nasa music video.
“Oh eto na nga…”, sabay abot ng pera
Ewan ko ba kung bakit, pero bentang benta talaga yung kanta sa sa mga tao.Ganun ba ako kagaling kumanta?haha
Naglakad lakad kami hanggang umabot kami sa Perpetual Help. Lumapit kami sa mga taga-Perps na nursing student, dalawang lalake, isang babae. Nanlimos kami. “May libreng kanta po…”
Pero ngayon pagkabigay ng pera, nagpathank agad kami at tumalikod nang bigla kong maalala na di pa pala ako kumakanta.
“Ayy ate, sorry nakalimutan ko yung kanta ko…”
“Ay hinde,hinde ok na..”
Talagang di naman masyadong obvious na gustong gusto ko kumanta no?
Tinanong ko si Lala kung magkano na yung kinita naming. “Mga 200 plus na ito…” Waw andami pala natin nalimos ah. Ung ginawa namin, bumili na lang kami ng tatlong Shanghai with rice sa Copy Shop. Dahil siguro pulubi kami, dinagdagan na nung nagtitinda yung pieces ng shanghai roll at pinabaunan pa kami ng sabaw. Binayaran namin ung pagkain gamit ung mga kinita namin. Medyo nagtagal lang kasi halos tig-lilima at tig-pipiso ang pera namin. After 3 years, nabuo na rin namin ang 120 na bayarin naming. Tuwang tuwa naman ung cashier kasi tigpipiso nga yung bayad, exact amount pa yun ah.
Siguro nagtataka kayo kung bakit kami bumili ng pagkain no? Binigay namin to sa mga batang nanlilimos sa harap ng Starbucks sa Pacific Suites. Nalaman naming na di pa pala sila kumakain. All in all, mga anim silang nagsalu salo sa bigay namin. Naki upo kami sa kanila sa may lansangan. Wala nang pakialamanan kung may makakita man saamin, basta sobrang saya lang naming nun at nakatulong kami. Actually, nakita kami nung classmate naming isa, at takang taka sya kung ano ginawa namin doon. Sabi namin sakanya, “Saka na lang naming ikukwento…” Halos lahat ng dumaraan ay napapatinggin samin at sa mga batang kumakain sa Styrofoam sa gitna ng daan sa harap ng Starbucks.
Enjoy na enjoy ang mga bata sa pagkain nang bigla kong mapansin na yung isa ay sinara na ang kanyang styro na lalagyan. “Oh bakit mo sinara yan?”, tanong ko.
“Kasi po gusto po ito ng bunso kong kapatid.”
Dun talaga nahulog ang puso ko. Di ko akalain na mula sa trip namin ay marami kaming matutunan at matutulungan. Di ko talaga kinaya yung sagot ng batang yun. Pwedeng pang MMK.
Dun kami nagpasyang tapusin ang trip namin kasi 8 o’ clock na at magsasara na yung Big Martha’s na iniwanan namin ng bag. Pagkadating sa Big Martha’s sa P.Noval, tuwang tuwa sila Ate Jen at Jean sa kwento namin habang kumakain gamit ang natitirang perang nalimos namin. Inonominate daw nila kaming CNN Hero of the Year. Naku mga Ate aasahan naming yan ah? haha
Tuwang tuwa din si Kuya Dordas na guard sa P.Noval gate kung saan nagbihis kami.
Pagkatapos n gaming “trip”, narealize ko na andami parin mga taong mababait kahit na hirap na hirap na sila sa buhay. Naarealize ko din na effective pala ang performances at nakatutuwang mga nakasulat sa envelope na bumenta talaga sa panlilimos. Narealize ko rin na malakilaki na rin pala ang kinikita ng pulubi dahil all in all naka 240.50 pesos kami in just 3 hours ng pamumulubi, malapit na rin sa minimum wage yun. Sayang lang talaga wala kaming picture o video nun pero sobrang fulfilled din ako kasi nakatulong ako sa kapwa ko dahil naibahagi ko yung pinaghirapan ko, at di lang kinuha mula sa bulsa.
Specifically, I want to extend that greeting to YJ of Manila Bitch, Anton of Pusang Kayle, and Nyl of Citybuoy, teacher-bloggers I met months ago.
Naalala ko ung unang teacher ko nung preschool, si Mrs.Gatmaitan. Gustong gusto ko sya kasi siya ung nag accelerate sakin deretchong Grade 1. Ngayon, wala na sya. Sumakabilang buhay na dahil sa kanser. Kahit saan ka man maam, di ko makakalimutan ung experience na pinafeel mo sakin na matalino ako kahit hindi naman talaga. Salamat titser!
Pagdating ko ng Grade 1, terror naman yung naging adviser ko. Sa sobrang ganda ng sulat ko na nadala ko na yata hanggang ako'y magkolehiyo, umabot sa puntong binabato na yung notebook ko tuwing magpapacheck ako. Minsan naisip kong dapat isumbong na sya sa DSWD pero syempre ko pa alam ang DSWD nun kaya nagpatuoy ang mga dramahan moments tuwing magchecheck sya. Up to now, it still hurts maam. Pero salamat na rin at pinasa mo parin ako ng Grade 1.
Pagdating ko ng grade school, wala naman ginawa ung teacher ko kundi pakantahin ako ng pakantahin ng “Pagdating ng Panahon”. Kasikatan pa noon ni Aiza Seguerra na ngayon ay binata na. Kahit di naman talaga kagandahan ang boses ko maraming salamat ay kinultivate nyo sa akin ang pagiging artist ko. Salamat!
Noong high school naman ako, doon ung time na medyo may favoritism ang mga teacher ko. Dito ko natutunan na kailangan mong mamuhay ng magisa at di kailangan ang ibang tao para umunlad.
Pero sobrang naaprieciate ko talaga mga teacher ko noon dahil nakatulong talaga mga tinututuro nila hanggang sa kolehiyo.
Sa aking pagtungtong sa kolehiyo, sobrang ikinagagalak kong pumasok ako sa aking kasalukuyang pamantasan. Ramdam na ramdam ko na mayroong pagbabago sa aking sarili. Ako’y naging mas simple at praktikal. Natuto rin akong makisama sa iba’t ibang uri ng tao. Malayong malayo sa aking nakagisnang private school years dati.
Sa mga titser naman, dito talaga ako napahanga sa kanilang galing at katalinuhan. Kung iisipin mo, bigtime talaga sila. Ung isa may sariling theory pa sa field of nursing. Ung isa naman sya ung lumaban sa katiwalian na naganap noong 2006 Nursing Licensure Exam. Ung isa naman mayroong cancer at harap harapang sinabi ito during our class (with no tears pa-parang Johnson and Johnson.hehe). Meron din naming teacher na sobrang bait na pwede nasyang macanonize ng Vatican.
Syempre meron ding mga kahindik hindik na experience noong kolehiyo, Isa na rito ung nakita ko ang isang protrusion mula sa dibdib ng aking theology professor. Isang unidentified protruding object! Akala ko ako lang nakakita, pero pagkatapos ng class ay kumalat na ang kanyang palayaw: Prunes
Dito ko rin naexperience na maapi ng ubod ng yabang na professor. Isang experience ay noong binagsak ako dahil nabunot ako habang ako’y nasa labas dahil CR ako during a recitation. Buti na lang magaling siya magdiscuss at magturo kundi Im’ma kill him talaga. Pero salamat parin dahi andami mong naibahagi saakin na kaalaman.
Ngayon lang din ako nakaexperience ng mga fashionistang professors, ung para bang everyday is a fashion show sakanila. Pang model talaga sila. So hawt. Beauty and brains talaga.
Meron din akong professor na sobrang liberal. Sobrang laughtrip ang mga discussions nya na punong puno ng green minded jokes at kung ano ano pang kaberdehan. Ubod ng hirap magpatest, ung para bang ayaw ka nyang ipasa. Pero IMBA rin sya, triple Ph.D ata to.
Para sa lahat at kasalukuyang mga teachers ko, isang taos pusong pagpapasalamat mula sa akin dahil sa pagturo paggabay, at pagsupporta sa akin kahit wala naman kayong inaasahang kapalit. Maraming salamat titser!
It was a fun but tiring day today at our duty. I had two patients one suffering from an infection in the brain and the other was having gallstones.
I just did the usual thingamajigs at duty, got the vital signs (a.ka. Blood pressure, temperature, heart rate and respiratory rate), changed the linens, gave medications, documented the activity on the patient's chart. It was already becoming a routine for me, I became more and more efficient at doing the job every week.
Well, what made this day different are my patients. Truly heaven sent! One gave me an orange,a pack of skyflakes and a packet of Fita. I tried to refuse but they still insisted. Who was I to refuse such blessings?
The one mentioned above happened in the morning, I recieved another gift from my other patient at lunch time. This time, I was just about to monitor vital signs and they asked me if I could join them eat their lunch.
BTW, I was really hungry that time, it was past one and I still haven't taken my lunch break.
So there they insisted again, but of course I refused again by saying that I just ate my lunch. Sometimes nurses can be hypocrites.LOL Anyway, I just took the vital signs as fast as I could and before I could even grab my things, they already stuffed my hands with 5 bananas. "Sige tanggihan mo pa yan, mag tatampo na talaga kami", the relative said. I quipped, "Naku, nakakahiya naman po..." but deep inside I was like, "THANK YOU PO! Grabe saktong sakto di pa ako kumakain ng lunch!" I know its like being patay gutom but who am I again to refuse?
I'm just so happy that my patients apprieciate what I do to them.
I get asked that same question for countless of times already at truth or dare games during drinking sessions with classmates and friends.
And most of the time, I lie about it.
I would usually say twice or thrice a week. Then I return the question to the one who asked me, they would also answer similar to what I said, three times, two times or some even answer, none at all. I hardly buy their shit.
As for myself, I would consider not doing the deed for even once in a week timeframe to be almost impossible. I’m too active and imaginative to contain. “Abstinence is the key to success” was not one motto I choose to live by.
If I were the DOH secretary, I would largely advocate this since it is a 100% effective birth control method - absolutely no risk of getting a girl pregnant, another is that it is a lot safer that popping your private part onto someone’s mouth or crevice thus sparing you from sexually transmitted infections, and the best part, as some of you might not be aware of is that, it can be a preventive measure for prostate cancer.
The Catholic Church may take an opposing stand on doing the deed. They say that it deprives the human person of dignity thus disrespecting the body made in the image and likeness of God. But science and our high school teacher (the one who taught sex education to students by merely memorizing the parts of the reproductive system), would always tell us that that deed is normal and an important physiologic function in response to the rising level of testosterone in my body. How now can the Church say that masturbation deprives the human person of dignity by performing its natural function?
