31 May 2005
Hey kids, just trying to keep the spirit alive!!! Nagbabasa pa ba kayo dito? Howels. I'll continue right on even if it means talking to air. What's up kids? How's life treating you after grad? Have you all become yuppies? Are y'all actively seeking employment? Is anybody getting married? Pregnant? Save for mitz and tin, I know nothing about your sweet, precious lives. That is of course besides from the occasional chismis that your blogs offer or the second-hand 'sabi niya ano e…', 'ang alam ko sabi niya daw…" blahblahblah. Anyway, let this be an opportunity for me to unselfishly unload details about my sadsad life, all for the sake of virtual sharing and bonding.
Those empty days after graduation were filled with shopping trips and bum afternoons spent with tin as we counted the days til pandan and boracay. The med mission was an amazing experience. Cannot stress that enough. My two angels (naks) were with me through out the whole experience and dude, that was some experience. I assisted doctor damaso in surgery - who I kept calling padre damaso during the operation because well because, you know why. I helped him in taking out a cyst from a lady's right boob. The surgery was done under local anesthesia and it was a shock for me that that the patient wasn't screaming in bloody pain. I was gassy the entire time. Tin and I also helped out in the ob-gyn department. I have never seen so many vaginas in a three-day-span. Our list went beyond a hundred patients. I performed a pap smear and tin assisted a very sensitive operation downthere. Vagina monologues is weak compared to that experience. I can now say that I shall never fear a masectomy and a doctor peering down my vagina with that cold, hard, intrusive instrument called a speculum…errr, or di na ko ganun ka matakot. We also witnessed two labors! That I have to say was the highlight of the med mission for me. Two first-time mothers were giving birth inside a tiny, sub standard operating ward in the hosital. Oh gulay. Now that left me queasy and nauseous. Practice protected sex kids or fuck hot ladiez instead because, while the babies were cute, the entire process of having such cuteness come out of your poor, sore vagina is like trying to force a booger the size of a watermelon out of your tiny, bleeding nostril. Yes it's possible but it is veryvery painful. Three, or was it four? days in pandan and we were off to boracay. Good mems, good vibes:) - with the occasional bad mems and bad vibes but it's all good.
So now I'm just a another lazy fresh grad, half-heartedly and somewhat grudgingly, 'actively seeking employment'. I am enrolled in a book binding course and trying, desperately trying, to score any training or workshop in books conservation. I am also an usherette in ccp - a gig that I will ditch very soon. Or not. My contract expires on august and I'm getting bored with that gig. Maybe I'll push through with my apps as a tour guide, if not with them then maybe with met. It might help with my tour guide/host application in disneyland hk. Haha:) I have also made the firm commitment of becoming a vegetarian. The weighing scale can flush itself down the toilet because as long as I feel healthy and don't hate myself after eating a full meal, I am happy. Happiness is a choice:)
I miss you kids
*sorry ang haba. Quick summary of what I wrote is: I'm still a bum. I miss you kids. Make kwento. I miss you. Yun lang. And I miss you friends.
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Those empty days after graduation were filled with shopping trips and bum afternoons spent with tin as we counted the days til pandan and boracay. The med mission was an amazing experience. Cannot stress that enough. My two angels (naks) were with me through out the whole experience and dude, that was some experience. I assisted doctor damaso in surgery - who I kept calling padre damaso during the operation because well because, you know why. I helped him in taking out a cyst from a lady's right boob. The surgery was done under local anesthesia and it was a shock for me that that the patient wasn't screaming in bloody pain. I was gassy the entire time. Tin and I also helped out in the ob-gyn department. I have never seen so many vaginas in a three-day-span. Our list went beyond a hundred patients. I performed a pap smear and tin assisted a very sensitive operation downthere. Vagina monologues is weak compared to that experience. I can now say that I shall never fear a masectomy and a doctor peering down my vagina with that cold, hard, intrusive instrument called a speculum…errr, or di na ko ganun ka matakot. We also witnessed two labors! That I have to say was the highlight of the med mission for me. Two first-time mothers were giving birth inside a tiny, sub standard operating ward in the hosital. Oh gulay. Now that left me queasy and nauseous. Practice protected sex kids or fuck hot ladiez instead because, while the babies were cute, the entire process of having such cuteness come out of your poor, sore vagina is like trying to force a booger the size of a watermelon out of your tiny, bleeding nostril. Yes it's possible but it is veryvery painful. Three, or was it four? days in pandan and we were off to boracay. Good mems, good vibes:) - with the occasional bad mems and bad vibes but it's all good.
So now I'm just a another lazy fresh grad, half-heartedly and somewhat grudgingly, 'actively seeking employment'. I am enrolled in a book binding course and trying, desperately trying, to score any training or workshop in books conservation. I am also an usherette in ccp - a gig that I will ditch very soon. Or not. My contract expires on august and I'm getting bored with that gig. Maybe I'll push through with my apps as a tour guide, if not with them then maybe with met. It might help with my tour guide/host application in disneyland hk. Haha:) I have also made the firm commitment of becoming a vegetarian. The weighing scale can flush itself down the toilet because as long as I feel healthy and don't hate myself after eating a full meal, I am happy. Happiness is a choice:)
I miss you kids
*sorry ang haba. Quick summary of what I wrote is: I'm still a bum. I miss you kids. Make kwento. I miss you. Yun lang. And I miss you friends.
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