Things We Can’t Live Without

I have been reading tween and teen magazines before and somehow, until now. I’m not a teen anymore; I am a young adult now. I have to change my pace and act more refined. Now is the time that we will be judge according to our judgment and critical analysis of things.

As I am going back to those readable which is not readable to me anymore, If a person is asked a simple question of: what is the thing that you can’t live without? Typical answer would be: cell phones, computers and other objects on the high stream. “OMG. I will die without it!!!!” kinda stuff.

 

 

 Oh ok, follow up question: you were born without these things how come you are alive still?

----O----

Korean: It is hot! I will die! (Hides from the sun)

Filipino: Is there no sun in Korea?

(A conversation between a Filipino and Korean friend in High School)

----O----

I realized that I have grown a bit. You see, when I was young I use to love the things that make my life easy or things that I want to have just to blend in the crowd. But in realty these things are just temporary. It will come and go. Why not we matter more on people not things?

If the same question will be asked from me, I would probably say that I can’t live without my family. Follow up question: “I meant THINGS, you imbecile!” I say: “Oh well you see, nothing is more important to me than my family. Things don’t give the happiness and love they give. So if you please excuse me, can I have that tape recorder?”  “What for?” they say. I slam the recorder to the ass’ throat; “this is for calling me an imbecile!”

I have a lot more to ponder but do not expect me to discover everything. I am not as smart as a Hermit and I do not intend to be one.

-Cha

Gifts from a Psych Patient

NCMH changed the way I at look at psych patients. Just imagine an undifferentiated schiz patient who utters death, feces and urine at his delusional moments. He gave me weird things that helped me realize that he is a person of character: a person who is just sick and not a lunatic in a cell.

Weird things that made me roll on the floor… laughing.

Small Mango

Actually, when AC gave the mango to me, it was semi-rotten and was greenish-brown in color. He told me to eat it because he said that it is sweet. I told him that the mango is rotten and that it was not edible. As usual, he denied reality.

Big Rotten and Larvae-infested Mango

While accompanying AC to the water source for him to wash his hands, we came across a big mango. I was not surprised that he offered it again to me to eat it. He said that he will tell my mom that I don’t eat. I took the mango and hid it in my smock gown pocket; later on I discovered that it had stained my gown and my jeans. I threw the mango away.

Soap

While on Occupational Therapy, AC took out a square-shaped soap from his shorts. When I ask him where he was going to use it, he said that he will use it for bathing. But when I asked again, he said he was going to eat it.

The Rock

I actually forgot its story. Last thing I remember, he does not have plans on eating it. Thanks be to God.

Cigarette Butt

Before we started NPI, he picked up a cigarette butt. He said that he smokes. When I asked him what brands of cigarettes that he smokes, he said that he usually smokes CAMEL. I was about to change the topic when he added: “at saka tae”.

Salamat by Yeng Constantino

It wasn’t really a gift but I took it as a good bye present for me. Haha. I don’t know what prompted him to sing like that.

Cha: AC, dito na napuputol ang ugnayan natin. Hindi mo na ako makikita ulit, pero sa isang linggo, may papalit sa akin upang ipagpatuloy ito. Salamat sa lahat ng pagbabahagi mo sa akin tungkol sa iyong sarili, salamat din sa blah blah blah blah.......

AC: stares blankly......

Cha: ahhhh, AC, wala ka bang gustong sabihin?

AC: Kung ito man ang huling awiting aawitin....(Sings Salamat... with different lyrics about death, dying, feces and putang***s)

Sir J: Wahahahahahahahahahahahahaha (patago)

Cha: Wow, salamat sa kanta!

AC: Balik na ko!

I am just happy that before we left I know that I left something for him to keep and he did the same. Holy cow, I still can’t get over that song. Whenever I hear it playing from my laptop, I laugh, nonstop.

 

Inspiring Quotes Beneath the Status Quo

Not for the faint hearted. Not for people who takes things seriously.

Only for the Jack-azz:

• If you can’t where something nice, don’t wear anything at all

• If you love me give your body

• If you can’t be an inspiration, just expire

• I am not patient, I am a nurse

• Ang Gwapong Lalake, kung hindi taken, sila’y bakla, Kung hindi bakla, malamang patay na sila.

• Hindi lahat ng aso ay hayop.. –Snoop dogg, Bow wow

• Birds of the same feather make a good Federatyon!

• I am not selfish! I only eat fish!

• Aanhin mo ang damo kung wala ka naman kabayo. Pero isipin mo din, baka mukha kang kabayo, ikaw nalang ang kumain.

• Pag may tiyaga, siguradong ilalalaga ka. Wala rin kwenta.

• Aanhin mo ang and pagiging sexy kung mukha ka naman pasas?

• Nakakagwapo ang pagiging varsity ng isang sport. Kung mukha kang pasas, galingan mo nalang sa sports… baka sakali.

• Be the best that you can be. If someone is better than you, exterminate them, stat.

• Never leave a man behind unless he is a pain in the ass.

• When the going gets tough, the tough takes a nap.

How do you brighten someone's day?

Cha

I hate Motor Cycles!

It was Wednesday, September 22, when I received a text from my mom that our pick up was hit by a motor cycle. The text message said: Anak, papunta akong bayan. Nabundol ako. My little brother, as witty as he was, asked me: Te, naglalakad ba si momi? Well, judging from the text message, the pick up was the one that was hit. Besides, momi was able to text and was heading to the nearest police station in town.

To make sure that mom is alright, I called her but she was driving. So I have no choice but to wait for her return. As soon as my mom arrived home, I inspected the damage. I can’t help but curse the people who ride motor cycles, all of them.

If you are a driver, you should know your right of way. From the point of reference, wherein the driver is going to stir to the right, your right of way is lane that you will block as you rejoin your proper lane and vice versa. Now, if you are about to rejoin the proper lane, your right of way becomes your rejoining lane. The lane you block now has the responsibility to look out for you because they are not your priority anymore.

Now when it comes to fucking motor cycles, the story is a lot different. Motor cycles make a driver’s life dangerous and miserable. Dangerous, because they come out of nowhere travelling at the speed of light and squeeze themselves on the narrowest spaces between the vehicles. Miserable, because if they were hit, and knock out of their seats, it is them who gets angry and apprehensive. If critically scrutinizing situations, it would be them who holds the greatest fault and who is not following their own protocols.

According to my mom, she was traveling the narrow road of Brgy. Masiit. She was heading towards the route to balibago. It was traffic and the road to SM was smooth and few vehicles are passing through it. My mom was able to stir to the right and will be able to rejoin the lane to Balibago. The container van truck (yellow bus) was providing adequate space for my mom to enter and so are the other vehicles (cute green cars). Until out of the blue comes that fucking motorcycle with two passengers, traveling in lightning speed. They swerved from the lane to the tiny bit of space that the container van truck is reserving for mom. Since they are traveling fast, they slammed at our pick up’s right, front lights. The driver’s jacket was caught by the pick up’s bumper and both of them was knocked out of their seats and ended up on the floor.

Barangay officials ran to the scene and rushed the assholes to the nearest community hospital. No one was actually badly hurt. They just suffered minor concussions and cuts. After securing their ass in the hospital, they were sent to the police station to explain their side. Of course, they blamed my mom which is their biggest lie. But when the police found out what happened, they took my mom’s side. They proved that the assholes were one who is at fault. My mom wants to get it over with so she said that “kanya-kanya nalang”. Whatever is the damage that was made that belongs to us; we will have it repaired by us and no one else.

As a normal defense mechanism of those moronic motorcycle riders, they plead that they don’t have enough money to pay for x-rays, medicines and bike repairs. They even asked my mom for money so they can pay for some hospital fees. But my mom is tight. She refused because it is their fault. Wala naman sila nagawa. They suffered for their arrogance and lack of discipline when riding their precious hell-bike. If I were with my mom that time, it would have been me who would shout and give lectures about discipline. Fortunately, it was the biker’s lucky day. It is my personal love to add insult to injury.  Sayang, I would have been verrrryyyy happy at that time.

If it happens to me, the sky would turn gray, the road would split in half and my pitchfork will come out from the cracks. Get ready to experience hell mother fuckers because I am one crazy and high tempered driver. Go figure.

->Cha

Class Officers

Reblogged...

As far as I can remember, we started electing class officers when we were in 3rd grade. Of course, as a child, I’m overly excited of electing officers by myself and what an honor it is to be one. Not even thinking about their roles and obligations, I was anxious and happy, indeed.

The election started and it ended. Damn! I was so upset when I was not even nominated for any of the positions written in the chalk board. As usual, the "smart ones" are the ones who were given the positions. The teacher told us that the officers will be responsible for the class, meaning, they will make the class keep quiet, form our lines, coordinate with the teachers and blah blah blah blah shiz.

As a child it is normal to flaunt their achievements. I remember how my classmates bragged about it and boy; their heads were as big as a hot-air balloon!!! At the first few weeks of their term, they were very active. Super active, the OA kind of active. They made us fall in line, they list our name in the noisy list after saying "OO" in a low voice, they get our IDs, and they tell the names of the noisy peeps to the teacher so that we'll be punished and so on and so on and so on.

See how they made my life miserable? But actually their activeness faded after 4-5 weeks. duh? What happened to your earthly duties, huh? hahaha!!!!!

Sure. Their actions made me happy and everything is back to normal again. And this where I became silent. Silence is not a mere silence to me. Silence means, I think and analyze things on my own. And then I found out that: officers are just for show, at that time.

When I was in third grade, everything was for show. Just so that people can say that we have a set of officers doing some job. Which actually doesn't do their jobs after 4-5 weeks. I realized that we are just kids. And that is what we do. It’s our nature to do what the adults say and later on do what we want to do. I do not blame my hot-aired classmates for being like that and in fact, I pity them whenever they take sermons from "GODJIRA". They know that they are in position and they have the responsibility.

My concept of class officers took a sharp turn when I took a grade higher and I transferred to a different school. So different that I could not think of ways of how to adapt. Since everything is different, the class officer system was different too.

This is where I learned that:

• the concept of the "smart ones" has not been eradicated but it did when we were in high school
• the president is the spicy apple of the eye of the teacher (laging napag-iinitan)
• Ang vice president ang taga patay ng ilaw at electric fan
• ang secreatary ay madalas tagasulat sa chalk board kapag tinatamad ang titser
• ang secretary ay dapat maganda magsulat
• ang secreatry ay madalas tagasulat lamang ng kung ano ano...
• the treasurer collects the weekly dues and after they have collected it, the money just vanishes.
• the treasurer collects money to buy something and after buying that something, the change vanishes
• asside from the assistant treasurer, there is an auditor, who records financial paper works.
• ang P.R.O ay usually wlang ginagawa.
• there are 2 PROs. 1 boy and 1 girl. so wat? wats wrong wid 2 girls or 2 boys?
• kasama pala sa set of class officers at election ang muse at escort
• kung may nakalimutan akong position, it means that they are insignificant

what is written above is a mere perception of what has been observed, heard ans seen. don't tell me that all these are not true nor any of these are happening.

ayos diba. very different from what i have when i was younger. at that time, it seems like the work is uniformed and you are just doing one thing. but the system has great flaws in it because clear and specific responsibilities has never really understood by many, including me (please refer to the list above. hehe).

but believe it or not, it functions in a mysterious way and that later on you'll realize that evrything is in order. amazing shiz!! i do not know how they do it and i bet the class has something to do wid it....

all i know is that i grew up, loving and hating our class officers. and that's just about it. they still are your friends and classmates. and at the end of the day you'll realize "trabaho lang, walang personalan"

->Cha

What Grade Do You Deserve?

This is the actual essay that I have written in moodle regarding the grade that I deserve for Rel Ed. Erick was our prof then, the cool and knowledgeable man.

I do believe that I deserve a grade of 92.

I deserve it because; I have attended all our class. I didn't let every Thursdays pass without attending rel ed. I did not consider on putting my name on the absentee's list just because I am tired from duty or because there are some undone requirements from other subjects or just because I’m too tired to attend.

I must admit that I failed once on submitting one of the requirements. It was entirely my fault and I have accepted the consequence of my actions. To redeem myself, I have to tell you that it only happened once and I have completed all the activities in moodle before it closes. I do follow the specified deadline for assignments too.

I participate in class all the time. Although it’s not my habit to recite, I do believe that learning takes place not only by reciting but also in listening and reflecting on what the teacher is saying. You are right, rel ed should not be graded on how the student have been answering quizzes and tests or performing charitable tasks that are done for the sake of the grade. I do learn a lot in class. My learning is always tested through essays during quizzes. life is not about multiple choice, identification, fill in the blank, matching types and enumeration that always requires you to have the correct answer but it is an essay that is written using your critical thinking and is not graded by its rightness and wrongness, it is graded on how you understand it.

Right now, there are no words that can explain how I learned a lot in this class. I could not memorize everything that was written in moodle like most people do nor could I remember the notes that I have written in my notebook. All I can tell you is that religion is all about humanization. Life is all about living in solidarity and not being apathetic. Do not do unto others what you do not want to do unto you.

I hope that I have convinced you that I deserve that grade. Thank you for being our prof in rel ed for the whole sem. I hope that we still see you next sem. thank you and have a nice day.

So how do you convince yours?

->Cha

Cha's rules for men who wears slim jeans

Originally posted last Jul 27, '08 10:46 AM
At Multiply, for cha's contacts

My intention is not to discourage you to wear slim jeans. Remember that not all people looks good wearing it. i can't help but notice the male-slimjeans-mishaps.

1.       siguraduhing hindi ka mukhang suman. get the right pair.
2.       wag masyadong fit. baka bumakat.
3.       kung low waist ung jeans, mag belt. baka mahubuan.
4.       Wag magsuot ng gusot. baka habulin kayo ng plantsa.
5.       buy the right length. pangit kapag nagbunch up sa may ankles. sana nag leg warmer ka nalang..
6.       sneekers are nice. slip-ons are excellent but crocs is a big no-no!!!
7.       wag masyado maluwag, nag-slim jeans ka pa.
8.       do not fold it at the height of your knees. except kung baha.
9.       it would look much better if you match it with a nice, not-so-short and not-so-long shirts, pede polo.
10.     if you can't wear something nice, don't wear anything at all. it's much better that way. *wink
 

     ->Cha

Duty Bag

Reblogging is love. Imagine answering your thoughts that you have before.


Originally posted last November 8, 2008, 9:24 PM
At Multiply, for cha's contacts


Before having our laptop reformatted, i scanned my files so that i can salvage some important things that i can use in the future. I found an unpublished blog entry that i wrote a year ago. I was in second year, first sem. It was about the duty bag. During that time, nursing paraphernalia were being distributed to us, that is when i received my duty bag. Also, during that time, i was not able to pass any quiz and I'm failing my exams. I wrote:

Wahhh! Nakuha na namin ung duty bag namin!  Nafeel ko tuloy na nursing student ako. Huhuhu.

Natuwa nga ako nung nakuha ko un kase nafeefeel ko na talaga ang narsing….. pucha! Dis is it! Hahaha!

Sa sobrang tuwa, panandalian kong nakalimutan na wala pa pala akong quiz na naipapasa sa RLE. Naisip ko na ang mga magiging escapades ko sa mga ospital na pagdudutyhan ko: PTB patients, DOTS, code blue, hot doctors, hot doctors, hot doctors, mga inang nanganganak, psych patients, babies, vagina squad, IV, medications, charting, amoy pekpek na OB ward, graveyard shifts, am duty, pm duty, toxic na pasyente/kamag-anak/doctor/nurse/kapwa student nurse/CI, ATBP….

Ok na sana ang pagdedaydream ko kaso bigla kong naalala ang malagim na katotohanan… 50/50 ang status ko sa RLE… wala pa kong pinapasang quiz dun. Khit na quiz lang un, malaking bagay na un pra samin. Sheyt! Indi ko sure kung ano ang grade ko sa recitation pro sana ayos naman.

Ewan ko kung ano ang kahihinatnan ng buhay ko bilang student nurse. Minsan, naiisip ko:

Magamit ko pa kaya ang duty bag ko???

(end of original message) .......................................................................................................................


Response before:

well guess what?

• I'm now a 3rd year student and now suffering on 2nd sem
• I'm using my duty bag
• I'm now regularly attending duties
• my duty bag is badly injured from continued use
• i have been passing SOME quizzes
• i have been passing SOME exams
• but right now, the only question is: How long can I hold on?

Comments:







Response now:

• I have graduated, passed the board exams and took my oath. Now all i have to do now is register myself and get that plastic card that we call license
• During my nursing years, I was able to use 2 duty bags. The first one was the one pictured above. I buried it because it died on me. The 2nd one was my sister's, it didn't die. It is now in the corner of our room garnering roaches and dust bunnies.
• I was able to hold on long enough to graduate and take my oath. You're right (people who supported me/us).
• Is now a proud member of the Hey-guys-we-are RN's-holy-shit!-Now-what?!-club
• I have a blog now that screams: I am done and in your face! Just something to make my response longer. hahaha

-Cha

My Sacrifice

I am sorry if I have to talk about passing the NLE. I do feel that this is the most triumphant day of my life. Four years of my hard work, I won’t let it flush down the toilet. I know that I have to work hard so I gave up most of the things that I know would affect me. Things that can hinder me from passing. I do believe that little sacrifices can yield great rewards, it did for me.


What do you have to give up?

My diet
I have been fat since day one but if you have seen me during review, I look like the abominable snowwoman. I shed a bit pounds now so somehow you’ll find me quite smaller now.



Writing Blogs
Writing blogs require a lot of thinking so is our review. Priority, priority, priority? Septe! No, actually it’s passing the board exam.



Taking pictures
I really love taking pictures but I figured that if I take pictures most of the day, I would be distracted. I know it’s silly but what do I have to lose? It’s just 3-4 months, I can do it.


 

Time out with family and friends
Ever since review started, I never get to come out of the house and let Laguna sun shine on me. When my dad arrived from Africa, they would usually go out somewhere and I am always left at school with tons of hand outs and burned eye brows.




Reading books (non nursing)
I promised myself to read the books at our house but I couldn’t. All I have in my arms were reviewers and books. I can’t even touch Bob Ong, Gabriel García Márquez and Jessica Zafra, forgive me book friends…. Priority, priority, priority? Septe!




Internet
Ho, ho! For me, internet comes with blogging. Less internet means less blogging. Less blogging means no staying up late until 3am.

Watching TV
I am not really fond of watching TV but I watch it anyways. However, I have quite a few favorite shows that I missed and that sucks. Well hey! I’m a board passer and I can now use the net in wee hours of the night and down load the full season! Ha!

Cutting class
It may seem that my ass is fucking "righteous" (as most shit heads refers to it) but I do bad stuff too, but I keep it clean so that no one will ever know.
 
Sometimes, it bores me when while reviewing. I have quite a few friends who cut class to go somewhere. As much as I want to, I can’t because it is my S-A-C-R-I-F-I-C-E. It is all worth it anywayz that’s why there are no regrets that I ever felt.





In my lifetime, this is the big sacrifice that my eyes cried blood but nevertheless, it was all sweet in the end.

The root of education is bitter, but the fruit of education is sweet. –Sir bereber, HS Chem teacher

->Cha

The Fascinating World of Death and Learning

(A Replay: Posted at multiply last March 26, '09 3:06 AM)


Philippine General Hospital. PM shift. OB ward. Trophoblastic Disease. Cancer. You name it. Almost Every disease associated to female reproductive system is there, hence the name.






I was assigned to a close monitoring patient. Usually it is considered as such when the patient is near the nurse's station. Opposite my patient is another of those close monitoring ones. Ayet handled her. Judging from the way she looks, I think she has H-mole because of her big abdomen but I am not really sure. Group mates, please correct me if I am wrong, I honestly could not remember her case and please forgive my failing memory.

Looking at her during rounds, I recognized that she is a former occupant of the "Ferdinand Mariano Ward". So I guess she is transferred nearer the nurse's station so as to gain an easier access to her. Using my clinical eye, which is partially open during that time, I concluded that she will "go" within the shift or during the graveyard shift.

Her eyes were open and it was scanning each and every one of us while on rounds. For a moment she seemed to have noticed that I was looking at her. As a normal nurse's reflex, there is a need for you to smile a bit and say: Good afternoon po, then you may have the excuse to leave. On her case, when I greeted her, she struggled to talk but was not able to. She was able to smile though. It was obvious; she is struggling for her life. After that, I excused my self and went off to other patients.

4pm. I saw her relative crying while talking to somebody on the phone. Around 5 pm, I made a simpleng silip on that patient to see what is happening to her. I saw that her eyes and her mouth is slightly open. She looks weird but more like dead to me. I asked ayet about the patient, she already endorsed to her buddy nurse the patient's status and vital signs.

I have also noticed that residents have started to increase in number because they have become incredibly noisy and irritating. Also, they kept on stealing the charts and the seats. After giving the 6pm meds to my patients, I went back to my close-monitoring-patient to check on her. Then I saw that popong was about to change the GTD patient's IV. He was able to assess that the patient was not breathing. He reported it to the nurse's station.

After which, I heard nothing but running footsteps and the word:code! code! code waaaahhhh code! Two of the residents checked... and further screamed: code! maaaaam code! code! %^$%@#@@! code!

The next thing I knew, I was enjoying all the action. The nurses run along with the doctors. Dammit, with that kind of running, who would want a tight-in-the-ass pants? Nurses should work-out too. A board was inserted under the bed. The bed was lowered to assume the patient in a supine position. The doctors attempted intubation (don't know why the tube wasn't inserted). The nurse did chest compressions. The E-cart came along with the suction machine. Etc. Etc. Etc.

If you were to ask me why we were just watching during that time, well, my response to you is: how in the world can you be able to help with a sea of doctors rushing like tidal waves on the bedside? At that time, all you will see in that area are white uniformed backs, where one is kneeling on the bed and is bent down, doing chest compressions.

After attempts of intubation and continued chest compressions to my surprise: a resident said: DNR tayo. In a split second, the people vanished leaving the patient like a rape victim. "Baket nag-sign ba?" the nurse said. "Basta DNR tayo" the bitchy resident said. I was waiting for her to declare the time of death but i heard none. From then on, the nurses have been engaged in a heated discussion of something but I could not eavesdrop because someone has died.

Entering the ward, there was dead silence. The people's eyes were fixed on the dead body lying on the bed. Walking near the dead is such a creepy experience. I covered the patient's naked abdomen and asked Mrs. Ramos' permission for a post-mortem care. She told us to where gloves and remove all the contraptions.



The relatives were nowhere at site. We just recovered a piece of cloth and a small amount of water from the patient's bedside table. We removed all the contraptions and wiped her clean. Touching the patient's skin, it was still warm, eyes were partially open and the jaw has dropped. ECG was taken, the line was flat. She was definitely and undeniably gone. We prayed for the patient before the manongs took her away. Goodbye ma'am, i thought.

Now this is what you call real-life hospital drama. Not that I am watching it for pleasure but I am learning as well. Learning the dynamics of code blue. Learning the dynamics of Life. This is a learning medium that a school could not re-enact nor money can buy. This is a learning medium that hammered my rock-hard intellectual capacity. Death and dying, it is an unexpected mystery that even the smartest person in the world could not understand.
I am just happy that patient is in a good place now and i was able to embede a simple smile on her face despite the excruciating pain she was feeling. Bye now. Kindly tell Bro I said Hi.

To the gagang doktora, buti nga sa kanya. Napagalitan siya dahil hindi siya nag-call ng time of death. Kaso, ako ang napag-initan. Hehehe. Whatevah doctora, sino ba ang napagalitan? Haha. Enough with the bitchy comments. Stop na, good girl mode na.

Sorry to say but this isn't what your waiting for 'cause Baby you can drive my car! You know what i mean groupmates! hahaha.

and oh, to doctor just: how is the cancer of the eyebrow research going? Can't wait to hear all about it! You know where to find us, we are at the doctor's lounge screwing up charts from student nurses...

Dahil nandito ako, nandito ka din.

->Cha

Another "IN YOUR FACE!" moment

This is so pretty! and soooooooo IN YOUR FACE!

Hooyah Les Mains! Hooyah!!!!!

Thank you Ien Seno for this pic!

->Cha

95% screams: IN YOUR FACE!

August 27 2010, marks the day when we made history that screams… IN YOUR FACE!!!

 

At this moment, you are probably thinking that I am cocky and a low-down-son-of-a-biatch… hell yeah! I am! Please note at the fact that I am not mad… I am getting even!

Four years of torment is not a joke. Four years of bad mouthing sucks. Four years with foul assholes pricking at your back is not easy. I have always waited for this day, that I, Cha C. can say, in my loudest, in my cockiest and whole heartedly: IN YOUR FACE BITCHES! I loved looking at your faces when we had our Thanksgiving mass and I would definitely love to look at the faces of the pseudo-smart-ass-crusade who pulled us down before.

This is why I love blogging. You can really pour your heart in this. While writing this, I feel like shouting at the top of my lungs but my blog shouted for me. Whoever reads this would feel it. Anyway, I can’t say anything more because if I write everything, I would probably get in trouble: as always. Haha.

Oh yeah, I feel like flying!

-Cha

Extreme State of Euphoria

Have you ever felt so happy in your life that you were not able to think right?

I did.

Last August 27, 2010, 91,008 (times 3, for the parents and loved ones) hearts beat so fast at the same time as they wait for the NLE July 2010 results. 36,679 came jumping, crying, shouting and doing things that signifies triumph and happiness while the rest of the number almost committed suicide.

I did not expect that the feeling would be like this. The victory poison’s effect is abrupt. The first stage is critical, it can kill. You jump, you cry, you hyperventilate, you shout. Jumping may cause head trauma. Crying can irritate your eyes especially if you accidentally scratch or injure your eyes. Tsk, scleral damage. Hyperventilation expels CO2 which causes respiratory alkalosis. Shouting will cause you to injure your vocal chords. Be careful now, I would like to see us alive and attend our oath taking.

Second stage is severe happiness like being high from intake of illegal drugs. Name the type and you will manifest it depending on your body’s response.

Hours after passing the board exam

Me: Momi, luwas kau?

Momi: Oo, pasado ka na eh!

After 5 minutes……

Me: Momi, luwas kau?

Momi: Oo nga! Natanong mo na yan kanina eh.

2 Days after the NLE results came out

Mom: how do you feel anak?

Me: I feel goooood, I feel like I’m flying (imagine me, imitating a big, fat bird who has just been stoned by narcotics)

4 days after results came out:

Momi: Yung bedsheet palitan mo na. Pero wag sabay sabay kase baka maubusan ng sampayan sa labas. Unti untiin mo lang ha. Tapos ung halaman ilabas mo na din para maarawan. (Countless series of commands being given by mother dear)

Me: (stares dumbly) ha?

Momi: (Explains again…… Ashowa, showa, showa, blah)

Me: Ulit po.

Momi: (Explains again but this time with her forehead crinkled)

Me: Ano po? Di ko ma-gets?

Momi: Anak, you’re so high. Anyway…. (Explains again and laughs)

At school canteen

Me: Just!!! (Does the flying kiss motion)

Justzam: Oi! Congrats! Yung grupor, 100%!!!!!!

Me: Oh sige!!!!! (big smiles. Realized after 10 minutes that I gave an inappropriate answer)

Third stage: Recovery. Everything is back to normal: normal physical and mental functioning. I am at this stage now, Glory be to our Lord!

-Cha 

Watashi no maewa...

As a newbie here at blog spot, let me introduce myself. I’m Cha, a newly registered nurse from a University that trains top caliber nurses (including myself ->air head alert!) in the Philippines. I started writing during my elementary days but my works were not appreciated well for they do not follow the traditional, boring things they teach you in school. In high school, I wrote so freely and so good (nag-angat na naman ng bangko! ) that my works were given to our principal so they can read it and find good reasons to burn me alive. There are times that my attention will be called by some teachers. They would request for a private talk so that they can tell me that people have feelings and that they are not objects. Boohoo.


 
In college, my writing was not really recognized until I published blind items. Well, what can I say? People love gossips especially if what I am talking about is not you. I was raved about here and there. Until I developed haters. Haters who talk to me personally. Haters who would rather not talk to me. Haters who hid him/herself under a stupid cover to criticize me. Unfortunately they/he/she lost, miserably.
 
Due to some issues, things to do and periods of procrastination, I developed a hunger to write blogs again. I am quite excited to have my new blog. Before, I used multiply but I usually go private so my friends are the only one who has access. I feel so good having to write again.
 
I am studying the ropes of blogspot. Just a little bit longer and I’ll get the hang of it. ‘Till next time!
 
->Cha

Studying

I am in a stage where I feel like a preschooler. I am new here at blogspot and I am learning the How Tos. Oh shoot, I feel a bit confused and used. hehe. i'll get over this. Tooodles!

Nostalgia

 

1. When a plane passes by, we wave at them and say: “babye!”

I have always thought that my Dad is on board the planes that pass by. Although I know that he is home I still wave at them and brag to my playmates that he is a traveler.


2. I love eating the “nectar” of the santan flower

I am fond of eating the sweet, clear fluid that comes out of the santan flower because I love sweets and pastries. I stopped eating it when my dad told me that it is dirty and dogs have urinated on the santan plants. Eeww.


3. We made bubble solutions with a gumamela flower

When a gumamela flower is crushed, it becomes very sticky and viscous. It makes the bubbles increase its capacity to hold air and makes it last for a long time before it pops. As far as I can remember, the only gumamela plant is found at our neighbor’s backyard. I think the owner chopped it down because it disappeared suddenly.

4. Climbed a tree? Nah.

I didn’t get the chance to climb the mango tree or any other tree within our yard. This because: Number one, most of the trees our not-climb-friendly. Number two, dad does not allow me and auntie shouts at me before I can even attempt to.

5. Played langit lupa, ice ice water, patintero
Ah, the classics! How could I forget these games? One thing is common among these games. Langit lupa, when you are at langit you are safe. In lupa, the IT would chase you around. Ice ice water, When your Ice, you get to stop. When your water you get to run non-stop before the IT turns you into ice. Patintero, when you can’t enter a space you can position your self in a space wherein the IT won’t reach you. Get the similarities? These games give you a time to catch your breath. When I was younger, I hate being the IT because it is very tiring. So, as often as possible, I avoid having myself subjected to Its.


6. Had a large collection of pencils and erasers

Ah yes. When we were in the pre-school years, if you have a large collection of pencils and erasers, you’re an instant celebrity. I asked my mom to sharpen all the pencils that we have in the house so I can bring it to school. She said that two pencils are enough because I won’t be using them all. I was sad because I want to be an instant celeb like them. One time, I was made to stay in the classroom after classes because our freaking teacher said that I was too slow in math. When I was asked to go home, I saw a bunch of pencils under the table. Ha! My stupid classmates must have dropped their pencils! I picked it all up and had them sharpened at home. The next day, I was a celebrity! Yahoo! After I discovered how to gain pencils without spending a peso, after classes I would sneak inside the room to pick it all up. Pretty brainy for a pre-schooler huh?


7. Stabbed my classmate in the leg using a sharp pencil

All I can say about that is: You deserve it asshole. I am not a pig.


8. Played bahay bahayan using the blankets

This is my favorite! After school I would gather blanket and make a house out of them. I will then get my plastic kitchen set so I can “cook” inside. My stuff toys will be my children. I am the mother and the father is always absent because he is “working”. When my sisters and I would play together and we’re done, we would jump at the blankets to destroy the house.


9. Vomited countless times at school

I vomited a lot when I was in elementary and pre-school level. The following are the most memorable. First is when I was in nursery. My class mate sneezed and his nose secretion went all over the place. It was green, sticky and disgusting. Although it has not reached me, I felt a sudden churning in my stomach and my eyes watered. Then, it came out. Almost all of my stomach contents went out: the semi digested breakfast I had and the freshly eaten hotdog I ate moments ago.

Second was when my mom forced me to eat Baguio beans for dinner. For a reason, I hate string beans, all kinds of them. My mom said that what ever food that was served in the table should be eaten. I am left with nothing, I ate it. Because of its icky taste when chewed, I swallowed it whole, one by one. The next day, I went to school feeling weird. After two periods, kaboom, out go the beans. After swallowing it whole, it came out whole too. I don’t know why it wasn’t digested; it was like my gastric juices hated the bean too and didn’t dare to break it down.

Lastly, I vomited thrice in school for an unknown reason. I feel perfectly fine that time and it bothers me when I will suddenly vomit. First, I vomited in my notebook. Second, I vomited in my skirt. Third, I vomited in my annoying classmate’s socks which made me happy that time. “Buti nga sayo” I said to myself.

10. Made origami

I love making different kinds of origami. Because of that, I would consume all the leaves of my pad paper. Of course, mom and my aunt will be super furious. After getting a good ass slap, I stopped… for just a while. To avoid consuming all my paper, I would ask for paper from my classmates and they were kind enough to give me. Tsk tsk, bata palang nanggugulang na. haha

->Cha