death to PBB

Lomomanila has a Lomowalk Manila this Saturday. They'll be going to places like Quiapo, Hidalgo, Intramuros, etc. to go phototripping. I want to go but mama wants to take me to her doctor who takes care of her diabetes. Gyahh. I'd rather do the Lomowalk than go to the doctor but like they said, it's for my own good.

I'm listening to Bossa N' Marley again. Reggae gone trippy bossa. It's so much fun to listen to especially if you like house/electronica/chill out music like me. My favorite among the tracks are "Buffalo Soldier" and "Redemption Song". Awesome. Alej and I gave this cd to kuya John for his birthday.



I swear I was going to write about something substantial. But then I found out that Wendy got into the Final Four and then my brain died. It's enough to keep me ranting, actually. I just don't want to waste time to rant about how ABS-CBN fabricates the results and how they're breeding Wendy because she brings viewers to watch PBB. Ah well. Magaling din sila kasi dahil kay Wendy napapanood ako ng PBB. But still. I hate Wendy and ABS-CBN. They have a common denominator -- their worship for money money money.

I'm still dizzy. Yesterday my head ached. Now I'm dizzy. It's so weirrrrdddd. I'm like floating. Wheeee. Haha, I'm kidding. Mama took my blood sugar today before lunch and it's 130 when the normal count should be around 80. She'll check again tomorrow and if it's still high, she'll take me to her doctor.

I hope I'm not diabetic. If I'm diabetic then that will confirm that I have inherited the gene from my mother's side (they're all diabetic). Also, if I'm diabetic at this early age then that would mean I'd have the Type A, which is inborn. If it's Type B, it's acquired but a person with Type B diabetes gets it in the late 30s.

Oh, dizziness please go away. Being migraine girl is enough.

This song makes me want to cry

You know the feeling after Holy Communion and you're there saying your prayers while this song is being sung by the choir? It makes me want to cry.

I'm not the holiest of holy but I do have my soft side. I believe in God. And I believe in the power of "Your will be done". I think it's the best prayer ever. I also noticed that I feel the lightest (minus burden and all) after mass.

Anima Christi (Bukas Palad Choir)
Soul of Christ
Sanctify me
Body of Christ save me
Water from the side of Christ
Wash me, Passion of Christ
Give me strength

Chorus:
Hear me Jesus
Hide me in thy wounds
That I may never leave thy side
From all the evil that surrounds me
Defend me and when the call of death arrives
Bid me come to thee
That I may praise thee
With thy saints forever

(Repeat Chorus)

I've had a lot of ups and downs and I don't know how I would have pulled through without believing in a Higher Being. After Mama's episode at the O.R., after everything... it's hard to not believe in God and His love for us.

I pray for every soul that is hurting in the world...
For those who are in poverty...
For those who are in battle whether literally or figuratively...
For the victims of these battles...
For the thousands of lives lost...
For the millions of souls in mourning...
For the sick who are suffering in pain...
For those awaiting blessings from God...
I also pray for patience that we may endure whatever pain that this world brings.

Two Months and Counting

I'm going to see the sun today. It's time to test the Vivitar Ultra Wide and Slim. I just found out the reason why this camera is only sold on eBay-- it is only produced during Christmas! That's why the packaging is wrapped with a Christmas wrapper!

I need to set my priorities straight. Starting this weekend, I swear, I'm going to start reading. A LOT.

In September, Alej and I turn two years. Wow. Has it really been that long?

Glad to Have You Back, Mama

I'm home! I spent the night at the hospital. Actually, it was two days and one night. I'm tired because I didn't get much sleep especially when nurses would come in and out of mama's room. Mama was in pain too. It usually happens during the night.

I want to talk about Mama's out of the world experience.

The operation the other day was a hysterectomy. The doctor took out my mother's uterus because of a condition that was making my mother bleed. She also has myoma so the doctor took that out too. So my once home for 8 months was taken out and it took three hours. On the day of the operation itself, I went to the hospital so that when mama gets out of the O.R. I'd be there. My grandmother, father, and I waited THE WHOLE DAY for mama to be moved from the operation room to the recovery room and finally to her hospital room. But she took almost ten hours in the recovery room. My father and I called the recovery room four times to ask for updates on how my mom was doing. All the nurse said was that my mother had high blood pressure and high blood sugar (she's diabetic). So we waited and waited and waited. Finally, from 4pm it was already 1am. We were all getting worried because the standard time for recovery was only two hours without complications. So more than two hours must mean bad news, right?

When mama was finally transferred to the room at 1am she looked so frail and weak on a hospital bed. She was also throwing up and crying because her operated tummy was too painful. I wanted to cry while watching her in pain and throwing up like that. She looked helpless.

The next day mama was still in pain but this time she could talk. That was when we all found out what really happened-- she stopped breathing for a few minutes. YES, SHE STOPPED BREATHING. Ohmygoodness! That's why the nurse handed over to my father an oxygen mask and some other paraphernalia. It was used to revive my mother when she slipped into unconsciousness and stopped breathing. Next thing she knew was that she woke up and heard the doctors shouting "LIMCUMPAO! LIMCUMPAO!". The whole scene was probably like one of the hospital t.v. shows we watch when someone flatlines and then doctors and nurses try to revive them. It was surreal to have to hear that I almost lost my mother. WE ALMOST LOST HER.

So it gets more interesting. According to my mother, when she slipped into unconsciousness, her soul must have wandered away from her body because the next thing she knew, she was in some place very foggy. Her surrounding was white-- almost like clouds. And then there were two tables-- one with a white table cloth and the other one was silver. She walked pass that and then the next thing she knew, she was already floating. She reached a place where there was a man and the man told her that it wasn't her time yet and she couldn't enter.

Isn't that WEIRD? And then when she slowly regained consciousness she saw the nurses and doctors scrambling to stick wires/electrodes on her chest, she heard the heartbeat monitor beeping, and a nurse was putting an oxygen mask on. "Limcumpao! Limcumpao!", the doctor said in panic. And then my mother closed her eyes again trying to take in what just happened and she prayed to God that she was back.

She was home again. And I'm glad she's still with us today. I don't know what could've happened to this family if anything happened to her.

my life in technicolored flash

There are more at my Multiply but here you go,

Photos when we went clubbing:

We're blue!


Sherwin.


cropped because the picture was taken too far. haha





other photos:










The Ice Cam has awesome photos too. Next time na yun or check my Multiply. :)

Hello, Blog. What's up? Sorry I haven't been posting lately. I've been hooked up on Multiply. Haha. My bad.

Lately I have lost the interest to write. It's sad considering that I've been a mad blogger for four years now. No matter how busy I get I always make time to write or rant whatever that's on my mind.

The Kingdom of Pretty addiction is back. This is crazy.

Also, the toy camera madness...it's getting worse. But they make me happy. I guess it's all good. Must make a mental note to self that I have exceeded my imaginary camera-buying quota for the next two months or so. That is, if I can help myself. There is an alternative-- divert camera buying spree to film hoarding. Yes?

As I write, Mama is probably already in the Operating Room, on the operating table undergoing total hysterectomy. I'm going to visit after work. Papa is at the hospital. The operation will last for three hours and another two hours will be spent in the recovery room. I'll have to drop by the Fuji shop first because they burned my cd wrong. That's another story. I was so upset about that last night.

So how are you folks doing? :)

I just have to say this

I wish people understood me. If they already do, I wish they tried more.

I wish people knew that if I drink anything with caffeine at night, it keeps me awake until the wee hours of the morning and then sleep a shallow slumber. A shallow slumber is almost equivalent to no sleep at all.

I wish people understood that if I lack sleep/rest the night before because I wasn't able to sleep, my body cannot be as strong as I can be and that I get a very bad migraine attack during the day.

I wish people knew that being in two places in one day without rest plus a very low energy level can drain the hell out of me not. This is not felt psychologically but physically. I get grumpy and wear out easily. Therefore, commuting from one place to another is not an option at all. I need to rely on my sister or my dad to pick me up from where I am.

I wish people knew that I have obligations-- birthdays and prior committments to attend to in one day that's why I'm so tired and getting to a third place in one day after two consecutive birthday parties is very torturing-- no matter how much I want to visit a sick person because I get sick too, you know.

I wish people knew that my body is not as strong as other people who can endure no sleep at all but still get through the day without physically feeling what I feel whenever I lack sleep/rest.

I wish people believed that I'm not making this up. That I am unhealthy and I think that I was born to not be susceptible to torturous long days and stressful activities.

I wish I were healthier and physically more fit so that I can please everyone with my presence if they want me to be there. I wish I were supergirl. But I'm not and maybe I should accept it and people should too.

I wish they knew how it feels to feel this tired. I know it's a small reason to be dead tired.

I WISH PEOPLE BELIEVED ME WHEN I SAY THAT MY BODY GIVES UP EASILY because I'm just not as physically strong as other people are.

I wish people knew that if I could be in three places at once, I'd do just that. But I can't. My body betrays me when my mind wants to do otherwise.

I wish people listened when I give the extra effort to call to explain why I'm feeling this way.. I wish people didn't give excuses such as "I'm eating" while I'm explaining my side because I want to defend myself when people think I am heartless and that I do not care. I really do.

Even if this splitting headache is making me impossible to look at the screen without squinting, I still want to explain myself.

I wish people didn't look at these two birthday parties as just "parties" because the first one was my grandfather's birthday and at the same time the golden anniversary lunch celebration with my mother's side of the family. So it was my obligation to be present at a family special occassion. The second birthday party was my godson Johance's first birthday. I was already informed a month before so I had to be there. It was another obligation because I'm one of the godmothers.

I have to vent. I have to let this out.

I wish people listened. Period. I want to cry sometimes because it's so frustrating to have to explain myself without worrying about people thinking that I'm being such a drama queen about stress and being physically worn out after a long day. They may say "stress lang yan", yes. It is. But you have no idea how tired I can get.

I'm going to bed.

For the Love of Oreos

This was stolen from my aunt's blog. I have a propensity towards a narcotic addiction? SAY WHAT? Haha! I am number 5, by the way.

Psychologists have discovered that the manner in which people eat Oreo cookies provides great insight into their personalities. Choose which method best describes your favorite method of eating Oreos:

1. The whole thing all at once.
2. One bite at a time
3. Slow and methodical nibbles examining the results of each bite afterwards.
4. In little feverous nibbles.
5. Dunked in some liquid (milk, coffee...).
6. Twisted apart, the inside, then the cookie.
7. Twisted apart, the inside, and toss the cookie.
8. Just the cookie, not the inside.
9. I just like to lick them, not eat them.
10.I don't have a favorite way because I don't like Oreos.


Your Personality:

1. The whole thing:
This means you consume life with abandon, you are fun to be with, exciting, carefree with some hint of recklessness. You are totally irresponsible. No one should trust you with his or her children.

2. One bite at a time:
You are lucky to be one of the 5.4 billion other people who eat their Oreos this very same way. Just like them, you lack imagination, but that's okay, not to worry, you're normal.

3. Slow and Methodical:
You follow the rules. You're very tidy and orderly. You're very meticulous in every detail with every thing you do to the point of being anal retentive and irritating to others. Stay out of the fast lane if you're only going to go the speed limit.

4. Feverous Nibbles:
Your boss likes you because you get your work done quickly. You always have a million things to do and never enough time to do them. Mental breakdowns and suicides run in your family. Valium and Ritalin would do you good.

5. Dunked:
Every one likes you because you are always up beat. You like to sugar coat unpleasant experiences and rationalize bad situations into good ones. You are in total denial about the shambles you call a life. You have a propensity towards narcotic addiction.

6. Twisted apart, the inside, and then the cookie:
You have a highly curious nature. You take pleasure in breaking things apart to find out how they work, though not always able to put them back together, so you destroy all the evidence of your activities. You deny your involvement when things go wrong. You are a compulsive liar and exhibit deviant, if not criminal, behavior.

7. Twisted apart, the inside, and then toss the cookie:
You are good at business and take risk that pay off. You take what you want and throw the rest away. You are greedy, selfish, mean, and lack feelings for others. You should be ashamed of yourself. But that's ok, you don't care, you got yours.

8. Just the cookie, not the inside:
You enjoy pain.

9. I just like to lick them, not eat them:
Stay away from small furry animals and seek professional medical help - immediately.

10. I don't have a favorite way, I don't like Oreos:
You probably come from a rich family, and like to wear nice things, and go to upscale restaurants. You are particular and fussy about the things you buy, own, and wear. Things have to be just right. You like to be pampered. You are a prissy.

Highly Amused

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I saw photos from the Minolta XG-1. I haven't gotten it cleaned and fixed yet because I haven't been to Hidalgo. But someone I know from Lomomanila said that there's a camera shop somewhere along Timog Ave. and it's highly recommended by Lomomanila people. I should go since Timog is way nearer than Hidalgo, Quiapo. I'm so excited. I want to use it already! It's so heavy but that's how old school SLRs are. I don't know how to use a manual camera too so this one is good for practice.

So Alej got the Colorsplash for me in Singapore, right? I said he could use it while he's there and guess what? He already finished 5 rolls of film and counting! What did I do to my boyfriend? He's addicted to film now too! HAHAHA! And he's going to buy more film before going to the Petronas Towers. This is crazzzzyyyy!

I'm scared that when he comes home he won't hand me the camera anymore wahahaha!

Me: Baka mamaya ayaw mo na i-turn over yung cam sakin pagbalik mo ha!
Alej: Anong cam? Wala naman ako binili na cam e! :P

WTH! HAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!

Song

I told you I'd come up with a new layout. But this isn't what I initially designed. It was pastel and a lot more cheerful than this one. Christina Georgina Rosetti's Song was stuck in my head all day so I figured it was but proper to create a tribute for the lovely (but sad) poem.

SONG
(Christina Georgina Rosetti)

When I am dead, my dearest.
Sing no sad songs for me;
Plant thou no roses at my head,
Nor shady cypress-tree:
Be the green grass above me
With showers and dewdrops wet;
And if thou wilt, remember,
And if thou wilt, forget.

I shall not see the shadows,
I shall not feel the rain;
I shall not hear the nightingale
Sing on, as if in pain:
And dreaming through the twilight
That doth not rise nor set,
Haply I may remember
And haply may forget.

finally

I finally have an idea for a new layout but it's still in the works.

I'll be back when I'm done.

PEACE! :)