April 26, 2007
This ain't a scene, it's an arms race
Posted at 01:41 PM
Good golly molly! I am back!
How long has it been? I think it has been four or five months since I spilled pure angst on the net. My tabulas acccount (for those who are familiar with it), was updated last October. The latest my multiply blog saw some sensible writing (if you can call it sensible enough) was January or February. Since then, I have no idea where and when I have spent my free time. Maybe I have searched the net for porn too much? (Just kidding!!)
But hey! Half jokes are half truths, or so they say.
So bear with me if I sound rusty or anything. In fact, if my memory serves me correct, the latest writing or academic blabbering that I engaged in was the failed attempt to write a sensible essay for the Palanca Writing Contest, and the audition for the Inter-Institute Debate Contest (which I qualified, but didn’t attend a single night training, nor even watched the said contest.) The writing essay on the other hand didn’t even came thru to two pages because I have no idea how to explain the topic back then. I think it was about how to bring effing peace between students and teachers. Hell. I can’t even state a single example for that one. Give me anything; please oh please except love and peace.
Anyway, there is a reason why am, once again, firing away at my keyboard. I think it was two weeks ago when I saw Jed Rabena on ANC’s square off. The show basically brings two students and one professor or judge to the show, and they will discuss, on air the said topic. They are given two minutes to argue, build-up their cases, and bludgeon the opposing team with rebuttles. Jed Rabena was a year younger than I. The both of us are former Claret Debate Society, and we both came into the scene at the same time, me being a third year high school student, him second. Being a newbie in the said field, Jed and I were part of the same circle. The circle was TL’s, (Theresa Lucinda, our coach back then, now strolling around in her coat somewhere in the streets of London) way of training back then. The circle would research together, train together, take a bath together, and sleep together (the last two are jokes silly fool) and so on. Simply put, he became my partner back then.
To make this short story longer (hahahaha), at that instant, when I saw Jed get a total airtime of 6 minutes debating, memories of my debating career flashes back (one, two, three… say: oooowwwwssss??!?!). No, it’s not about the airtime and being seen on tv, its about seeing Jed living up to his passion and dreams of being a debater. Before, we would wear casual or semi formal attires whenever we would attend the IDeA tourneys, IIDC, NASHDC etc. and all the other tourneys we had back then in high school. Now, Jed was wearing his college debate jacket (San Beda for that matter) doing what he does best, and what he likes, debating.
I can still recall all those matches, all those rounds, all the motions, that supposedly, we could have won. I can still recall the DLSU NASHDC final round wherein, Wen, Dino and I were against the all mighty, and the all powerful ICA team. We were smothered, and bombed by the strongest team in H.S. Still, it was a pretty good experience. Or the team that I am a part with Wen and Borj in CMLI Annual Con finals debate round and motion, about protectionism became a disaster when we had it all wrong. Memories like these sticks like gum in your rubber shoes. It was bitter around that time, but as the old crap says: It becomes a sweet lesson later on in your life.
[At this part of the entry you'll usually see all the blah.. blah.. about doing your dreams, about what you want and so on and so forth. But I am really not down with that, hope you understand]
And I effing realize, that I am not a part, no, I chose not to be a part of the college debate team.
Why? Because the universe has a weird sense of humor.
Oh and a quick note, the title has nothing to do with the entry. It's a song by the fall out boys. I just thought it was pretty good title.
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 July 16, 2006
Because peace is technically non-existent
Posted at 02:01 PM
that is why I am having a hard time writing about.
I am currently concocting (wuh, big word) an essay to serve as an entry for a certain big time award giving body. The prizes are good, and the prestige of having won something in this event is one thing I have been craving for (although this will be the first time I'll be joining such event). So in other words, asa pa ako manalo.
So guys, guys, guys, send me in your ideas about peace. Anything about peace. Though I am sensing that a lot of you would have a negative view about peace, please pause for a moment, think of that impossible world where peace, or even a speck of it is present, savour it, and then tell me all about it. If, the heavens above intervenes and somehow I will win, I'll treat you guys out for lunch. Meron ng isang nagbigay ng idea about peace, which I think is good idea to begin with. Shout-outs goes to "cute pinsan" riza!
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For the past two weeks, I've been waking up as early as 4:30 am to attended to my first ever... tenen! (drums roll please) ob-gyne duty. Hehehe, it was probably the best, two weeks of my nursing education. This was the only time I was not imagining (or was forced to imagine) clinical situations and scenario. The amazing thing is,(and fortunate for us too), that we were assigned at the best medical institution here in the Philippines, which is St. Lukes. Second day pa lang, I attended my first major operation as scrub nurse. I bore witness sa aking unang TAHBSO. A major operation dealing with the removal of a female ovary (or for this case, her ovaries). It was a total adrenaline rush moment, and I was also amazed to myself because a.) I was able to stand, on a 12x12 inches foot stool for 5 freakin hours, and b.) I was able to recognize all 12 different surgical instruments, for a grand total of, if my memory serves me correct, 60 surgical instruments, including different sutures, forceps, clamps, hemostats... etc. The excitement of waiting for the surgeon to call out a certain instrument, the split second look at the instrument table, another split second to grab it and give it to the surgeon, made the entire 5 hours of operation seem like a breeze.
Madami pang nangyari, but I think I'll keep them later for further kuwento use.
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Oh and for the records, biochem freakin sucks! Tsk, babagsak ako ng di-oras dito sa subject na ito eh. Sigh... kung hindi lang talaga major subject ito.
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And I am enjoying a whole new friendship with someone. Para kaming polar opposites, but we do agree on one thing. Staying at home is the best tambay ever.
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June 11, 2006
wooot
Posted at 12:32 PM
HBO is in marathon mode of some of the best movies.
Woot.
Does anyone have the latest episodes of Naruto? Particularly the episodes right after the Bikuchu bug hunting.
Woot.
Duty na come this June 19. Woot.
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June 6, 2006
The Holiness of being Someone
Posted at 11:13 AM
June 5, 2006 was the date 1st Semester of being a true nursing student began. After a much frustating summer, where I threw my grades out of the window for the sake of engaging in DOTA (syemps yung iba dyan familiar sa game na yun), I vow with my blood (well, not necessarily cutting myself, buy hey, its metaphor!) to get right back on track to hopefully achieve, at least a cum laude. So with that said, I decided that I won't be engaging in extra-curricular activities that, I believed would cost me my time.
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With that said, I suddenly realized that I was a making a name for myself in the IN community. Being the Assistant Vice-President's son has its own perks and benefits. (as well as having a shitty time watching every step and actions so as not to disappoint anyone, particularly the powers-that-be.) This afternoon, the 3rd year and 4th year students had their General Assembly as well as the election of their respective batch officers. Every class officers were initially invited, but the outgoing 4th year students made their rounds announcing that only the President of each class are required to attend. Since I was elected as Vice-President of our class (which in the first place, began as a joke to simply put everyone in my row in the nominated list), I have to pass a softcopy of everyone in my class to our section coordinator. I entered the faculty room, metting Ms. CV. We began to chat for a while and was eventually surprised I was, who she thinks I was (I believe he initially thinks I am an ex-convict since I shaved my head once again). Gaah... look what names can do for you. She insisted that I come to the Assembly since I am an officer, so I said I'll think about it. Heck, I don't have a speck or the slightest desire to come that afternoon. So after picking up my notes that would be due for tomorrow as a test, I directly went home.
A while ago, a friend texted me saying that I was nominated as Vice-President of the Student Council. Geeh... weren't they thinking? I was not even there. So I replied humbly that that was flattering, but I can't dedicate myself right now. After a few minutes, she texted again saying that I was, *again* nominated (maybe in the hopes that it would excite me and go there) but because I wasn't there, I was eventually crossed out. I replied with "geeh.. that was really something, but I don't want to get involved with all the political stuff that me being in the council would bring). How is that for a political answer?
"Sayang, sure thing na mananalo ka"
For what? Because my last name was Anido, and that it was written all over my forehead that I am a responsible person? They didn't even know that I would sometimes spend my afternoon playing computer games because I don't feel like studying. Now, is that leadership material.
If there is one thing that we can learn from this, is that we Pinoy believed that those who are worthy to be our leaders and representatives are those whose names are similar and sounds, astonishingly familiar. I won't name names for I may get blown up in my sleep.
And the best thing I learned that almost made me laugh so hard that flipped me out, is that, my class coordinator whom I have only met and known around 10 minutes prior to the Council meeting was fronting me in every position there. How is that for a political savoring?
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Oh, and did I mention I once again shaved my head?
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May 19, 2006
So when the dust settles and the sky clears..
Posted at 06:05 AM
tenen.. my mandatory update!
True, after two months of continous summer classes and RLE required training, SUMMER, in its true and pure form is finally here!
Well, at least for me.
Nursing Care Management 101 was a helluva subject. Before, I thought I would be freaking out whenever we will have it everyday, as early as 7:00 am in the morning, but it turns out, I enjoyed it. (I know, I should have ended that statement with an exclamation point, but that would be an exaggeration.) I like some of the lessons learned, (except for the dreaded Nursing History and Nursing Case Defense). This summer, I learned a lot of technical skills, which, as the clinical instructors stressed out, would be critical as soon as we have our Hospital Exposure this coming June. Some of the skills I learned are:
Surgical Handscrubbing and Procedures Oral Medication and Preparation IM, ID, SC - in other words, Intramuscular, Intradermal and Subcutaneous Injections. (I thoroughly enjoy this one. We had fun practicing injecting NSS and diluted Streptomycin with each other.) Surgical Bed and Wound Care Cranial Nerve Assessment Urine Test and Home Visit and lastly, the wonders of Perineal Care. - Go look this one up for yourself.
I may have left some topics out, but all in all I enjoyed this summer.
The only thing left I believe to scare till come Monday is my grades in PSTL. Micro-Para looks nice, though I feel a little tweeky on this one. PSTL on the other hand is a different story. I learned that the highest grade our class got was 77. But knowing our professor there for a year, who am I to differ to his decision?
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So the other half of this entry would be dedicated to my new-found addiction, which is DOTA. True, only this summer that I learned how this game works, but sure enough, I am having fun playing it!
And true, Carlo kicked my ass down the drain when we slugged it out mano-a-mano this afternoon. Iba na talaga ang adik!
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Hmm.. with regards to what I believe is another event happening to a friend of mine, (Looks somewhere around Diliman) I think a conversation over a cup of coffee would be fine, especially with the parties concern. I am only speculating, but I have read through some entries, which I believed may confirm my speculation. But hey! Enjoy life as you see fit! You know me, I am always for the happiness of those people around me.
WAhoooo!!!
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I am thinking of getting my head shaved this Tuesday, but a part of me, (and that of my mother) is crying out loud not to do it. Any suggestions?
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Btw, anyone interested in joing Red Cross? I believe there would be a recruitment this coming Tuesday. Sali na kayo!!
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