tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-128870482024-03-18T21:19:47.470-07:00rhaychagainstthemachinerhaychhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10480659413184303108noreply@blogger.comBlogger183125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12887048.post-7873454799646987862009-09-23T14:33:00.000-07:002011-01-23T09:12:43.429-08:00Useless<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">In general, I can say that I'm physically strong all my life. You won't find me stationary for a long time. There's always something that I would do because if not I think I would die. I would be running around, dancing to any beat, going to different places, etc.<br /><br />Some people notice that I walk very fast. I remember my officemates teasing me with my speedy walk. We would usually walk along the covered walkway from our office in Ayala to the Ayala MRT station. One time, we all went out of the office at the same time but I needed to go to our other office along Paseo so I told them to go ahead. After I was done with my errand in our Paseo office, I started walking back to our path. And you know what, I actually saw them still on the covered walkway and was able to get pass through them. They were so amazed. I told them that they just walked too slow. But they argued that I just walk too fast.<br /><br />To make people happy, I do certain dance moves. There was even a dance move that they call "Do the Rhaych". Because there was a time that when I'm happy I do the crazy Rhaych step.<br /><br />But that was all before. Now, I'm no longer like that. I'm freakingly weak that I cannot even do things on my own. Life can be a little unfair!<br /><br />After last Monday's surgery on my back, I was hopeful that I can go back to normal. My normal life. My normal me. I thought that once I'm discharged from the hospital, I'm about 70-80% okay. But I was wrong. It frustrates me that I'm not even 50% okay.<br /><br />Here I am lying back on my bed as I write my thoughts on this notebook with a pencil. I do have a laptop but I was told by my doctor through my PT that I can't sit for more than an hour. Most of the time I'm lying on this bed. What's worse, I can't even change my position on this bed without asking for someone's assistance. I need assistance to turn to my side. I need assistance in putting my legs on the pillow. I need assistance to stand up from the bed. I need assistance in taking a bath. Almost everything is either given to or done for me. Gosh I've never felt this small and needless to say useless! I'm used to getting things done on my own. I appreciate the support that they give me but I can't help but feel worthless and hopeless.<br /><br />I cry myself to sleep thinking why this happened to me. I can't help but cry over what happened to me. My family tells me to keep on with my PT sessions and never lose hope. Won't you lose hope if you need someone to even flush the toilet for you? The doctors, my PT, my family and my friends say that I can go back to normal. When and how? For someone with low EQ like me, everyday is a struggle for me. The words of encouragement are overwhelming. Thank you!I know I should be taking one step at a time but deep within me I can't help but feel upset.<br /><br />Just please continue praying for me. Thank you for your prayers and support.<br /><br />I can't wait to do the "Rhaych" and my cartwheels. </span></div>rhaychhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10480659413184303108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12887048.post-9367682997364489322009-09-18T13:35:00.000-07:002011-01-23T09:37:51.771-08:00The Leaflet that Was<div align="justify"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXRXdEPPj7apeYLpTsHqjzS0uca6rIzspD3fE0ptfK4Wn68-b7PYirz43wBrHFf-Ot3HUtmtx1b5dbBQx9SXDQEU7ciPoEaleY25HMYyN5g-lXwuuKSL3FX6Exd6gPzUJGwDPwZg/s1600-h/Image0022.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423762528665867394" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXRXdEPPj7apeYLpTsHqjzS0uca6rIzspD3fE0ptfK4Wn68-b7PYirz43wBrHFf-Ot3HUtmtx1b5dbBQx9SXDQEU7ciPoEaleY25HMYyN5g-lXwuuKSL3FX6Exd6gPzUJGwDPwZg/s320/Image0022.jpg" border="0" /> </a><p align="justify"></p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Last year we watched this indie film entitle "100" wherein the dying heroine asked her secretary to make photocopies of information about her illness and what caused it. She wanted to spare her mother from giving the same story to those who will come to her wake. I thought it was a very brilliant idea.<br /><br />Recently, I was hospitalized and I found myself giving the same story as to what had happened to me to every set of visitor that came by. It's not that I'm complaining. It was just tiring andthe story would be longer as I counted the days that I stayed in the hospital. I told myself that I should have made a leaflet so that I could have discussed other topics with my visitors rather than talking about my debilitating illness. I would have preferred talking about other stuff since my visitors are friends whom I have not seen for a while.<br /><br />Well now, I'm out of the hospital and those who don't know yet would still ask what exactly happened to me. I know I can't avoid these questions so let me give you a blow-by-blow account, so as to at least lessen the interrogation. In case anyone would ask me again, I'd be showing this entry, my leaflet.<br /><br /><strong>1999</strong><br />I was diagnosed as to having lumbar strain that's why I went through physical therapy at Philippine Orthopedic Hospital.<br /><br /><strong>Jan 2005</strong><br />I was getting ready to work when I sneezed and felt pain running down my lower back to my legs. It was as if my muscles have been twisted. I still managed to go to work but I couldn't go out of the car anymore to walk. The doctor said that my lumbar strain is back.<br /><br /><strong>Mar 2008</strong><br />My lower back was giving me pain again. My X-ray showed that my lumbar strain was getting worse. To deal with it, I went through physical therapy sessions and was given pain management meds.<br /><br /><strong>Jun 2008</strong><br />The pain was a lot worse. My doctor ordered that I get an MRI for my lower back. The MRI plate confirmed that I have slip disc at L4, L5, S1. I went through extensive physical therapy sessions. This time I had traction. My pain management meds were of high dosage.<br /><br /><strong>Aug 19, 2009<br /></strong>I woke up because I needed to sneeze. It was one big forceful sneeze. After that, I felt the pain on my lower back and I was having a hard time standing up. I took one of my previously prescribed meds and I felt a little better.<br /><br /><strong>Aug 20, 2009</strong><br />I decide to visit my doctor, Dr. Vicky Morales, to have a consult. I had told her what had happened the day before and from which she had asked me what my pain scale was. I told her it was 7. I was having some difficulty walking as she was examining me. She asked if i wanted to be confined so that they can monitor my condition. I quickly said "No!" because I knew it would be a hassle to my family if I get hospitalized. We both agreed that I just go through extensive physical therapy sessions again. She then prescribed me with stronger pain management meds. I clearly remembered that she suggested that I go back to the hospital right away if the pain gets worse. After the check-up, I went through my PT session with PT Janice and I felt a lot better.<br /><br /><strong>Aug 21, 2009</strong><br />I woke up with a very painful back. I was trying not to take the meds, but to no avail. I wanted to go to the hospital but since it was a holiday, I knew that the PT rehab would be closed and my records are there. Soon, the meds took effect. But I was thinking if I depended on it too much.<br /><br /><strong>Aug 22, 2009</strong><br />I went to my scheduled PT session with PT Janice. I told her about the pain that I felt the day before. She advised me that if I felt that same pain again, I should go to the hospital for confinement so that I can be monitored. I promised her that I will never be confined.<br /><br /><strong>Aug 23, 2009</strong><br />Nanay and I were off to here Mass. After driving a few blocks away from our house, I suddenly felt severe pain from my lower back down to my left leg. It felt like it was twisted. It was like the worst leg cramp in the world. I was crying inside the car because I couldn't move. After a few minutes of struggling inside the car, I managed to drive back home but I was screaming with so much pain as I got out of the car. I was crying when I reached my bed. I couldn't lie flat on my back. It was really painful. My parents handed me my meds and had put hot compress on my lower back. But it was no use. Any movement I made on the bed caused so much pain. I had asked my parents to bring me to the hospital because the pain was really unbearable. In no time, my brother came and I was brought to the hospital's emergency room. I only stopped crying when they gave me a very strong pain reliever through my IV. Dr. Vicky came and said that I need to stay in the hospital for further observation. I had X-ray, blood test, etc. that afternoon.<br /><br /><strong>Aug 24, 2009</strong><br />Dr. Vicky came by early and had suggested that I take bedside PT sessions twice a day. I told her that my left leg felt a bit weak compared to my right leg, movement and sensory-wise. She assessed my condition. I told her I wanted to go home. She said she can only discharge me if I feel better. I had two bedside PT sessions that day with Janice.<br /><br /><strong>Aug 25, 2009</strong><br />I told Dr. Vicky that I was feeling better and I wanted to go home the next day. She said that they can't force me to stay but I have to make sure that I continue my PT sessions as outpatient and continue with my meds as well. I had 2 PT sessions again with PT Janice. That night I was all by myself in my hospital room when I suddenly felt numbness on my lower back to my upper left thigh. It was just for a few seconds and I managed to position myself on the bed. I didn't bother that much. </span><p align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS1bqhDR5ic1wUnMGD255yF_65VvnA-67yvwpDCSgAmKvqRpe7tAG2r1aDoQ_4rjbgG0anw0k4X6VHZhmore1UDsedYIGiGBe9Wyus_XDhkmhLnBSbL7q61WhApxbDRKlxzSMuew/s1600-h/Image0017.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423762238574961202" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS1bqhDR5ic1wUnMGD255yF_65VvnA-67yvwpDCSgAmKvqRpe7tAG2r1aDoQ_4rjbgG0anw0k4X6VHZhmore1UDsedYIGiGBe9Wyus_XDhkmhLnBSbL7q61WhApxbDRKlxzSMuew/s320/Image0017.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><strong>Aug 26, 2009</strong><br />I was discharged that afternoon after going through the PT sessions with PT Janice. Dr. Vicky also advised me to wear a lumbar support all the time for a few weeks to make sure that my movement would be limited.<br /><br /><strong>Aug 27, 2009</strong><br />Grace accompanied me to the hospital for my PT session. But since I can't drive with my condition, Grace and I commuted. I was feeling the numbness from my lower back to my upper right thigh. Hence, I was having difficulty walking continuously. I had to stop every now and then to rest.<br /><br /><strong>Aug 28, 2009</strong><br />I was feeling much better and was preparing for my next PT session the following day.<br /><br /><strong>Aug 29, 2009</strong><br />I was feeling uneasy again when I woke up with some pain on my lower back. Unfortunately, I couldn't help but sneeze. Then I felt something like electricity running from my lower back to the tips of my toes. After that, it was painful to move my legs. I couldn't go to my PT session anymore. I took my meds but the relief wore off too fast. I was just lying still the whole day. Going to the CR was such a pain on my legs. That night I was crying again because of the pain that I was feeling. I tried hard to bear with it. I didn't want to go back to the hospital just yet. I think I only got a few hours of sleep that night because from time to time I would be awakened with the pain on my lower back down to my legs.<br /><br /><strong>Aug 30, 2009<br /></strong>After carefully trying out different positions, I found the best position for me with lesser pain. It was sitting up right with my legs stretched out. I ate and slept in that position. However, when CR time came, it was such a challenge. I was trying to assess myself if I need to go to the hospital. For one, my brother was in Tarlac and no one would drive for us to the hospital. Two, I knew that I have a very serious condition and it would mean spending a lot of money on hospitalization and meds. I thought that if by the end of the day, I don't get better, I will go to the hospital the next day.<br /><br /><strong>Aug 31, 2009<br /></strong>I woke up early due to the pain on my lower back. I was having difficulty straightening up. My position the earlier day was no longer good for me. I looked at myself in the mirror and my body was already bent towards the right beyond my control. I knew I needed to go to the hospital. Nanay started gathering the things that we'll be bringing with us to the hospital. We had big bags because with my condition, we felt it was no overnight stay. We were preparing for the worst. I managed to take a bath while Nanay got a cab that will bring us back to the hospital. Inside the ER, I was given a higher dosage of pain reliever through my IV. The attending physician contacted Dr. Vicky and she had ordered to stop all previously given meds since higher dosages of new meds would be administered to me. I felt a bit relieved with the new meds given to me but I noticed that I was peeing a lot. I was getting up from my bed with my IV to the CR almost every hour. Dr. Vicky came by in the afternoon to assess my condition. She had asked me to wiggle my toes and move my big toe up. I knew I was trying my best but they weren't moving. She said that she has referred me to another doctor who will check on me the next day. An MRI at Delos Santos Medical Center has been arranged for the next day. I would be transported there via the hospital's ambulance.<br /><br /><strong>Sept 1, 2009</strong><br />I transferred to another room and was assigned with a new PT, Mike. I was wheeled to the PT clinic for my session. During that PT session, I couldn't bear lying on my back straight on the bed. There was also burning sensation on my lower back to my toes. PT Mike decided that I do the same sitting position that I was comfortable with the other day.<br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Dr. Vicky came by to check on me and asked if I was open to the idea of surgery based on my situation. I was against it because I knew we won't be able to afford it.<br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">By lunch, the other doctor, Dr. Eric Morales came and assessed me. He explained that with my current condition where there is weakness, they really suggest that the patient undergo surgery. I asked him about the procedure and the expenses. He told me that my lower back will be opened and the compression on my spine will be released. The surgery would cost about 200 thousand pesos. Upon hearing the cost, I told him that I'm not up for it. He said that since I'm scheduled for an MRI in the afternoon, it will help in their assessment if I really need to go through surgery or not.<br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">After he left, Mike came for my PT session.</span></p><p align="justify"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI0si1PN3mimw76zrv9XY82C7Wrc8mNu9svIwWhL_a33IJMVv4s3VHO2SZ_cmg0eGKV02aKflYnzfwyDsFYxeOuWlc3KCSxjibmunrtiaiTLvR8po1ju_HB-gC8r6_RSucA4aSIw/s1600-h/Image0026.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423762983387373890" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI0si1PN3mimw76zrv9XY82C7Wrc8mNu9svIwWhL_a33IJMVv4s3VHO2SZ_cmg0eGKV02aKflYnzfwyDsFYxeOuWlc3KCSxjibmunrtiaiTLvR8po1ju_HB-gC8r6_RSucA4aSIw/s320/Image0026.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Then I prepared myself for the MRI at Delos Santos Medical Center. I was really excited because it was my first time to ride in an ambulance. My schedule there was at 4 PM but I was only brought down at 3:30 PM. I even told the ambulance driver that we might not make it on time. He assured me that we will. With us was my Nanay, Grace, Nurse Diane and a resident doctor. I couldn't lie down because of the pain so I opted to sit down on my bed. I was really excited for the ambulance adventure. I was even taking pictures of myself inside the ambulance. I even asked Nurse Diane when will the ambulance siren sound, she said in a while I can enjoy it. They were all excited for me. And then there was the siren. Woohoo! Then we were doing counterflow which made it more exciting for me. But just a few blocks away from the hospital, I started feeling dizzy and sick to my stomach. Then I barfed! <em>Galing ko!</em> I threw up a lot. I was vomiting like crazy on myself and in the ambulance. I was feeling weak. The resident doctor had asked Nanay and Grace to buy med to stop me from throwing up. I said I won't be able to go through the MRI. The attendee from Delos Santos said that if we reschedule, they will be charging an extra P800. So I went through with it. I was advised to lay still inside the MRI but since I'm uncomfortable in that position, I felt the painful burning sensation on my lower back to my legs again. I was shouting with so much pain inside the MRI, begging them to pull me out. That was the most painful 15 minutes of my life! When it was over, I was screaming with so much pain because I couldn't move anymore from waist down. Good thing Nurse Diane administered a very high dosage of Tramadol through my IV. I felt a bit relieved while still sobbing. After a few minutes, I threw up again. I still felt sick when I got back into the ambulance and back to MVMC. Nanay asked the resident doctor if the initial reading on my MRI was okay. The doctor said it'll be Dr. Vicky and Dr. Eric who will discuss it with us. When I reached my hospital room, I took a bath to remove all the vomit shit on me.<br /><br /><strong>Sept 2, 2009<br /></strong>I had my PT session with Mike in the morning. By lunch time Dr. Vicky came by to discuss the initial reading since the plate is still at Delos Santos. She said that it indeed showed that my nerve has been compressed causing the pain on my lower back and numbness on my feet. She once again offered surgery. But I told her that I'm not amenable to it. I'd rather have PT sessions all my life. She said that Dr. Eric will discuss it with me further. In my afternoon PT session, I had discussed the findings and recommendation with PT Mike. He said that it's really my decision. He offered suggestions such as UP PGH or Phil Orthopedic just in case I want to proceed with the surgery with lower expenses. I tried enduring the traction despite the pain because I was conditioning myself that I can bear the pain without surgery.<br /><br /><strong>Sept 3, 2009</strong><br />I woke up at around 2:30 AM to adjust the A/C in my room. I was trying to reach for the A/C knob but I was having difficulty. My legs were too weak to pull up my body. I had to hold on to the bars on my bed for support. When PT Mike picked me up for my session, I was having difficulty putting on my slippers. It was as if my feet won't keep on. I didn't feel the slippers on my feet. When I stood up, I had to be assisted. My legs were very, very weak. When PT Mike asked me to flex and extend my feet, it wouldn't. After so many days of trying to stay strong, I started feeling scared. PT Mike called Dr. Vicky and reported what was happening. I knew we really needed to discuss my condition with the doctors. A meeting was set with the two doctors.<br /><br /><strong>Sept 4, 2009</strong><br />After my PT session with PT Mike, Dr. Eric discussed the result of the MRI with me and my Nanay. He said that I won't be needing any titanium rods on my spine which is a good thing because the surgery won't cause as much as 200 thousand pesos. He gave us a fair quotation and even helped us with the approval of the procedure ASAP from my health care provider. We had set the operation at 6:30AM on September 7, 2009. As soon as Dr. Eric left, the fund-raising for my operation began. I had my blood typing, bleeder's test and clotting test that afternoon. Two bags of blood had also been requested in case something goes wrong. Before the day was over, we knew we had the needed amount.<br /><br /><strong>Sept 5, 2009</strong><br />I was needing assistance going to and from the CR. I was already taking a bath sitting down. I endured the two PT session with Mike thinking that I am going to get better in two days. I even attended the anticipated Mass in the hospital with my IV on and I was in a wheelchair.<br /><br /><strong>Sept 6, 2009<br /></strong>Dr. Vicky had pre-op talk. She had prepped me to what will happen. By lunch time, my friends and family had come to wish me well. It was like my last day on earth. There were so many people inside my room and there were so much food as well. My Nanay had asked them to leave at 9PM so that I can rest for the next day's operation. </span></p><p align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPF_F3rDKL_jjwnEyAs9ScOWR2UUTl9XeaUxh_e-l5zigxF8wybFpmpU01ecTLFAdFrF-zhiT127LLvU-QBloNFyJmt9CbYpxfIObC8wBvDKDuTPvCW0K_o2jbgi024HQZw-hM8g/s1600-h/Image0037.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423763470501136882" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPF_F3rDKL_jjwnEyAs9ScOWR2UUTl9XeaUxh_e-l5zigxF8wybFpmpU01ecTLFAdFrF-zhiT127LLvU-QBloNFyJmt9CbYpxfIObC8wBvDKDuTPvCW0K_o2jbgi024HQZw-hM8g/s320/Image0037.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong>Sept 7, 2009</strong><br />I woke up at 3:30AM to go to the CR. Nanay had accompanied me. I started praying the rosary. I was a bit scared but I wanted to get it over and done with. I wanted to go back to normal. By 5AM, the nurse came by to do a skin test in case I would have allergic reaction on the antibiotic that they will give me after the operation. It was really itchy. I had to go through it twice because I couldn't tell the difference between the control and the variable. By 6AM, I was being asked to remove everything and just leave my gown on. I even washed my face and brushed my teeth. This is my battle, I have to be prepared! By 6:30AM, Dr. Eric was already inside my room assisting the nurses to bring me to the operating room. I felt eerie inside the operating room. There were so many lights. I wanted to pee but I couldn't do it in the bed pan. The nurse and I tried it twice but I couldn't. Soon Dr. Clotario, the anesthesiologist, was chatting up with me. I got to meet one of the 3 spine specialists in the Philippines and he was operating on me. And then I blocked out. I think I was already inside the recovery room when I heard people talking but I was too drugged to even bother that I slept. Aside from that I knew I had an oxygen device on me. I could here my heartbeat through the monitor. I even tried playing by controlling my breathing and listening how my heartbeat would sound. But I was very weak to continue with my game. Once in a while, someone would wake me up to check. I don't know why they do that. It's a violation of my blissful sleep! Then finally I woke up when they started removing the devices attached to me. I was being moved back to my room. My family was there but I was too wasted to talk. I felt hungry but I wasn't allowed to eat yet unless I fart. I didn't want to eat as well upon realizing that I have a catheter on and a hemovac on my back, draining the excess blood on my back. I just decided to sleep.<br /><br /><strong>Sept 8, 2009<br /></strong>I initially asked for water when I woke up. I was starting to feel the pain on my wound. The catheter was uncomfortable but it prevents me from going to the CR. I washed my face on the bed. How? It's a talent. I had light bedside PT sessions with PT Mike that day. Dr. Vicky and Dr. Eric checked on me. They assured me that everything went well and I can go back to normal in no time. Yippee! But then I felt a bit grouchy that day because my wound was really painful and the hemovac and catheter were really uncomfortable. I was having hot flashes and the A/C seemed to be not working but it was. Any movement on my bed irritates me because it adds to my painful wound. I was very irritable with the nurses. What's worse I was having a fever!<br /><br /><strong>Sept 9, 2009</strong><br />I woke up alone in my room. I couldn't move much because of the things attached to me. I couldn't reach the buzzer for the nurse's station. I remember I started crying because I felt so weak. When Grace arrived, I had asked her to have the nurses call Dr. Eric to remove my catheter and hemovac. I was uncomfortable doing my PT sessions with PT Mike. The nurse didn't know what to do but I said that my bladder is full and I want the catheter removed. She replaced the catheter with a diaper since I couldn't go to the CR with the hemovac. When the diaper was on, I couldn't pee. Shit! Soon Dr. Eric was in my room and was removing the hemovac and dressing my wound. I told him I wanted to really take bath. So he replaced the dressing with a waterproof sheet. Dr. Eric had advised my Nanay that I can be discharged the next day. Whoa! When he left, PT Mike continued with my sessions. This time I had to do my sessions sitting down and standing up. It was really hard! But I was excited that I'm better than the last few days. He even had me practice my walking. He just advised me not to lose the spirit that I can do it and go back to normal. Dr. Vicky came by that afternoon and had checked my PT progress. She was very happy. I was too. I wanted to take a bath. Unfortunately that same night, I was having fever again.<br /><br /><strong>Sept 10, 2009</strong><br />I was wheeled to the PT clinic by PT Mike for my session. My slippers still wouldn't stay on. PT Mike had secured them with Micropore tape on my feet. It felt hard to start standing and walking again. By 3PM I was discharged from the hospital and was brought to my Ninong's house for complete recovery.<br /><br />This doesn't look like a leaflet. More like a brochure or a journal. Whatever! I hope I won't be recounting the experience again because it brings back very difficult moments in my life.</span></p></div>rhaychhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10480659413184303108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12887048.post-9480806481329303182009-08-20T22:33:00.000-07:002010-01-08T05:29:27.806-08:00The Little Girl's Sad Story<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">It's a typical story of girl meets boy. A story that had span for more than two decades. Or was there even really a story?<br /><br />She was five years old. He was five years old. The little girl was the family's baby. She enjoyed every attention she got from everyone. On the other hand, the boy was very shy who never said a word unless spoken to. They were never friends since it was typical of girls hating boys and boys hating girls at that time. The boy was one of the brightest students in class. The girl was also an honor student but she always got into trouble because of her naughtiness. At that time, the little girl knew that there was more to the little boy behind those thick eyeglasses. She knew she felt different towards the little boy. But what can she do? She was only five years old. In four years that they were clasmates, she did not have any interaction with the little boy. All she knew then was that this boy is her first crush in school. Her first love.<br /><br />Unfortunately, the little girl had to move away with her family and left the boy she liked. She went about doing her own stuff. She had a new environment, new friends and new life. She forgot about the little boy.<br /><br />Growing up, the girl had her fair share of triumphs and disappointments. She fell in love several times only to get her heart broken. But she's a survivor. She had turned her failures into lessons which had helped her to become a better person. She was contented with her life. She always had her family and friends behind her back. She thought she would not be needing someone special in her life. Or so she thought.<br /><br />With the advent of technology, the girl thought of searching her old classmates on the internet. She remembered mostly the names of her girl classmates. But one name that she could not forget was the boy's. She found him and added him right away. She even sent him a message of hello and the boy responded that he remembers her as the smartest little girl in class with pigtails. There were a few exchange of messages but soon the girl felt weird for some unknown reason. So she just decided not to continue with it. After all, she just wanted to find him and she knew he still exists.<br /><br />She carried on with her life thinking that she's happy wherever she is. She told herself that she'll never let any man hurt her again and that meaning never getting into a relationship ever again.<br /><br />On her 30th birthday, the girl went online to check her messages on her old social networking site. She was surprised that the boy updated his profile. Apart from that the boy was wearing a pink shirt on his profile photo! Waaaah! The girl took a closer look at his photo and memories of her childhood came rushing one by one. He almost looked exactly the same. It took her days to decide if she'll send him a message. With her fingers crossed, she messaged him. A few days later, the boy had replied to her and soon there were a few friendly messages exchanged between the two of them.<br /><br />But something inside was bothering the girl. A big part of her wanted to know more about the boy. She didn't know why but she knew she had to do something about it for her own peace of mind. Hence, the quest to know about the boy began.<br /><br />She started looking for old friends who knew the boy from way back. She asked them questions that would appease her curiosity. She would get promising answers but sometimes disappointing ones as well. But she wanted to find out for herself. Months later, with the help of two trusted friends, the meeting was set. She had told herself not to get her hopes up too high because it's going to be the first meeting (probably the last).<br /><br />From a far, she already knew it was him approaching. This was her classmate who never said a word to her when they were kids. But now, he was more outspoken and confident. One thing that she distinctly noticed was he's still very smart. As they talked, she realized how different their lifestyles are. He was not the guy that she'd usually fall for and there was no future at all since the boy had actually mentioned that he cannot be in a relationship at this stage in his life. Okay! The girl came home a bit disappointed but she told herself that there should have been no expectations in the first place. After all, the goal was just to see and meet him. But still, she liked what she saw. Unfortunately, the quest should end right there.<br /><br />A few hours after the meeting, she was shocked to get a message fom the boy asking her to go out for lunch. She was smiling like there was no tomorrow. She couldn't go out at that time but had expressed that she'll welcome the next invitation. She was feeling weird but it was a happy weird feeling. The messages that she received from the boy made her extremely happy but it only lasted for a few days. Slowly, the boy disappeared just like that.<br /><br />The girl felt stupid for falling that soon. He already said that he cannot be in a relationship. The girl is crushed with what had happened. Maybe, the boy was just being friendly. Maybe, he had mastered the skills of making a woman fall for him. Too bad for the girl for assuming and falling - really hard.<br /><br />The girl knew better but she had let herself get hurt again. This boy was indeed her first love. The feelings had been deep-seated all these years. She never really forgot him. Will she ever get her happy ending? </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> </div></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi51kJELzxK_FDDA2dDBESbHriAzMwnn8179kWmdKiKPHNEFnibmDLI06HUYVLSAHyuFVTa65KE35eV3j7K3RR2j8Z6TDD9E1fQ4MHML-YQEzqirtOQ6bRDFYCeWZJVAgmA7GnH4A/s1600-h/scan0020.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424360237952455778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi51kJELzxK_FDDA2dDBESbHriAzMwnn8179kWmdKiKPHNEFnibmDLI06HUYVLSAHyuFVTa65KE35eV3j7K3RR2j8Z6TDD9E1fQ4MHML-YQEzqirtOQ6bRDFYCeWZJVAgmA7GnH4A/s320/scan0020.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div align="justify"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUBTqvYbc-AtCaYuNiLR2cLOYscqUl-nXtgCYAoUgCgIHlc-KqWTQodPHdEhMQeTdopMP4sqG8Jf6BmLnN8nUM8m-a81d55P43o8FGGw9yAc_qcxeG-hwYkuVmoJkX6p4VOeWdAQ/s1600-h/my+long+lost+classmate.jpg"></a></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><div align="justify">The girl is left sobbing.... </span></div>rhaychhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10480659413184303108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12887048.post-74705706192989377912009-08-18T03:42:00.000-07:002009-11-11T09:07:12.705-08:00To The Usual Suspects<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I'm no Miss Congeniality.<br /><br />But when I find a friend, I really treasure that person. I only have a few, trusted friends and I can stand by them no matter what happens. I make a conscious effort to protect friendships that I've built. And when other people try to put us down, I stick up and stick with my friends.<br /><br />I have this group of friends whom I love so much. They're like my extended family since we're practically together every day. Each of us has a different personality but when we're together, there seems to be a powerful force that binds us. With just one look or gesture, we already get what one means. Sometimes words are no longer needed. We knew we'll be there for each other no matter what. We can talk about the shallowest and the deepest topics.<br /><br />Our favorite topic is of course about Philippine showbiz. We'd usually pick on Jonalyn Viray, Marian Rivera and more often than not, the <em>Kapuso</em> channel overall. That becomes our breather from our workload. Then we'd pick on each other but we'd lead to ganging up on our youngest friend. We'd play when we're bored like the others. We support each other especially when it comes to our work, our health and our families. These are the people that I am proud to be associated with because no matter what people say about our group or each one of us, we don't get affected. We knew and we know better.<br /><br />Recently, my friends and I got involved in a crisis that shook our worlds. Unfortunately, it's still affecting us to this very day. But what's making us get through this each and everyday is the fact that we're not bailing out on one another. Our support for each other is just amazing that we are learning to cope better in this situation. We are getting to know each other better and realizing that beyond all the jokes and laughter, we are true friends of each other and we are good individuals.<br /><br />At this point, I am admitting that it's a lost cause. I/we may have lost what we had but nothing compares to the friendship and heartfelt support that we have for each other. What we lost is nothing compared to what we had gained. Let's face it, our friendship cannot feed our families, pay our rent or buy that "to die for shoes". But those are just material things, it can't last forever. Our friendship has been tested. However, I believe bonded us more and making us better friends. We may not be together always nowadays but deep in our hearts the love will always be there. In God's perfect time, we'll be okay and we'd talk about it and just laugh it off like we always do. Whatever happens, you will be always my dear Noel, my dear Ava, my dear Nina, my dear Poi and my dear Frank.<br /><br /><strong>Noel</strong>, I was scared of you at first. You were always the fighter in our group. I admire that in you. You are always able to speak your mind. You always tell me to fight for what I believe is right. You were constantly supporting me career-wise. Your talent is really a gift. I hope you put that into use. I will surely miss your <em>kabitchesahan</em> and the times that you welcomed me in your home. Thank you Noel for being my strength each time I feel like giving up.<br /><br /><strong>Ava</strong>, you have to admit na mami-miss mo ako and the topics that we talk about like ghosts, UP, our mothers, our brothers, our relatives, our fiends, your love life (coz I have none), our favorite food, Jonalyn Viray, Marian Rivera, John Lloyd Cruz, Nina (not Bangit), ASAP, SOP, The Buzz, etc. I think we had the most daldalan sessions since we've been seatmates like forever. Sorry if you felt violated with my misuse of vulgar words. You know how naive I am. Piece of advice, I know you were really confused when we talked about some people on our way to Tagaytay. You know yourself better. I admire your intelligence and your love for your family especially <em>kay</em> Mommy. Thank you Ava for always listening to me.<br /><br /><strong>Nina</strong>, I admire your convictions on and about life. You are such a great artist and I'm glad that we're batchmates. Your <em>kajologan</em> is such a surprise considering that you are a quiet person (or so we think). I will miss your surprising hirits, how your eyes would lighten up when we talk about Gabbie and the movies that you think of for our charades game. Thank you Nina for being a good friend.<br /><br /><strong>Poi</strong>, you are one of the sweetest persons that I've ever met. Like Nina, I am happy that we are batch mates. Your happiness is contagious and makes everyone lighten up when you're around. Your childlike attitude is endearing and your <em>bobo</em> hirits and moments are truly <em>tatak-</em>Poi. <em>Nag-iisa ka lang!</em> I admire your love for your family and for Ralph. Okay, I agree with you na he's truly lucky to have you. I admire that you always try to see the good side of the situation or the person. Poi, thank you for being you. You are a very good person and I'm glad that you are my friend from day one to the day I die.<br /><br />Frank, you know that I love you. If I don't pick on you that means I don't care at all. You are our <em>bunso</em> and thank you for living up to its meaning. Thank you for making us laugh. We've had some misunderstandings but I'm happy you are able to forgive me. I will surely miss your <em>kakulitan</em>, your dance steps, your out-of-this-world ideas and your support. Thank you for your pieces of advice. Thank you for the purity of your heart (heart <em>lang</em>). Sorry <em>humirit pa.</em><br /><br />We will rise above this situation and the tears will eventually stop from falling. Like we said, there's a reason for this and we are off to better opportunities. I love you all so much and once again thank you for being my true friends.<br /></span></div>rhaychhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10480659413184303108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12887048.post-88115690543118604312009-08-01T20:37:00.000-07:002009-11-11T08:42:15.051-08:00Thank You Tita Cory....<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicjOpaTtxdS0uEfoUtpS69XsyPD-qWxTE_gLRUmTC2GoV-Pb_NHdBAv4XJ_dqBfpfYyouGmguz3tArNe2yT0pBwNE_KQDjPmKqSF3xormiuVm2KxEJDgAJ7ACfnPdHd6rMKTlzNQ/s1600-h/cory-aquino.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402886256767587346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicjOpaTtxdS0uEfoUtpS69XsyPD-qWxTE_gLRUmTC2GoV-Pb_NHdBAv4XJ_dqBfpfYyouGmguz3tArNe2yT0pBwNE_KQDjPmKqSF3xormiuVm2KxEJDgAJ7ACfnPdHd6rMKTlzNQ/s320/cory-aquino.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />for restoring democracy in this country.<br /><br />for being a mother to this nation.<br /><br />for your good governance.rhaychhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10480659413184303108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12887048.post-44772015631732109622009-07-29T03:32:00.000-07:002009-11-11T08:36:46.844-08:00Everybody Hurts by The Corrs<div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">When your day is long<br />And the night<br />The night is yours alone<br />When you're sure you've had enough of this life<br />Well hang on<br /><br />Don't let yourself go<br />Cause everybody cries<br />And everybody hurts<br />Sometimes<br /><br />Sometimes everything is wrong<br />Now it's time to sing along<br />(When your day is night alone)<br />Hold on, hold on<br />(If you feel like letting go)<br />Hold on<br />If you think you've had too much of this life<br />Well hang on<br /><br />Cause everybody hurts<br />Take comfort in your friends<br />Everybody hurts<br /><br />Don't throw your hand<br />Oh, no<br />Don't throw your hand<br />When you feel like you're alone<br />No, no, no, you're not alone<br /><br />If you're on your own<br />In this life<br />The days and nights are long<br />When you think you've had too much<br />Of this life<br />To hang on<br /><br />Well, everybody hurts<br />Sometimes, everybody cries<br />And everybody hurts<br />Sometimes<br /><br />And everybody hurts<br />Sometimes<br /><br />So, hold on, hold on<br />Hold on, hold on<br />Hold on, hold on<br />Hold on, hold on<br />(Everybody hurts<br />You are not alone)</span> </div>rhaychhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10480659413184303108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12887048.post-73944502135267062782009-07-09T12:28:00.000-07:002009-11-11T08:31:48.959-08:00Dance Class<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I have enrolled in a gym. Aside from the fact that I wanted to lose weight, I wanted to take dance classes. I have not danced for a while and I've missed it. I'm glad that the gym is offering dance claases. Dancing is like breathing for me. <em>Naks yabang!</em> But my teacher today asked if I had taken formal dance lessons. Of course I said no. In-born. Kidding! People who know me would say I'm naturally malikot. I only enrolled for a month and the dance classes are four times a week. <em>Career-in</em></span><em>!</em></div>rhaychhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10480659413184303108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12887048.post-53405976795100974692009-06-26T10:12:00.000-07:002009-11-11T05:26:57.910-08:00The King of Pop is Dead<div align="justify"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisX1_Fhl_adVsPzxzOhXiuyIG0u8WmSsUEpQQsrzCTuUG47pH-LYw9yJCAj2vcSGWCoF_R75Iz3pQcsgEtdws_e1m4eJzDt3LuZRpWhCE1WdSPpgtPabkFGRt1GLLeLMm7jbPGcA/s1600-h/Michael+Jackson.png"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402835468988685058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 257px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisX1_Fhl_adVsPzxzOhXiuyIG0u8WmSsUEpQQsrzCTuUG47pH-LYw9yJCAj2vcSGWCoF_R75Iz3pQcsgEtdws_e1m4eJzDt3LuZRpWhCE1WdSPpgtPabkFGRt1GLLeLMm7jbPGcA/s320/Michael+Jackson.png" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Another music icon died and he's no ordinary icon. He's the <strong>King of Pop Michael Jackson</strong>. The reason of his death is yet to be established. Investigations will take place. As for now, the whole world mourns his untimely demise.<br /><br />I grew up listening to Michael Jackson's music. My brother was a huge fan and he had tapes of his albums. I began to like his songs as wells especially the ones that I can dance to. His moves are truly incredible. Who could forget "The Moonwalk"?! He danced like he was giving his soul. Through the years, I have shared this fondness with my bestfriend Lei and we seemed to know all his songs. I am not a very huge fan. I don't cry or will cry in his presence like the other fans that even faint at the sight of him. In fact I don't own any of his albums. It's just that Lei and I know that when we hear his song on the radio we won't be turning it off or change it to another station. We'd just listen. Sometimes sing along or if there's a space dance a bit. And every Friday, we make a conscious effort to listen to Magic Madness because we're sure we'd hear his songs.<br /><br />There had been many controversies that had hounded him, even his appearance has been a constant topic. I am not affected by those. I don't like what he did in the,whether they are true or not. I just know he's a music genius and he's a big loss. </span></div>rhaychhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10480659413184303108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12887048.post-35895394267264468052009-06-15T04:53:00.000-07:002009-11-11T05:11:38.580-08:0025 Random Things Part Two<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">My friend said that 25 random things about me were not enough. She said I needed to add 25 more. Since I've got nothing to do today, here's another set: </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></div><div align="justify"><ol type="1"><li>I enjoy watching cooking shows, especially the baking part.<br /><li>I don't talk much in the morning when I wake up.<br /><li>I used to have a small aquarium and I named the fishes: Rico, Dominic, Marvin and Vanness. The first one that died was Marvin, followed by Vanness, then Dominic and last was Rico. How did I know that order of death even though they all looked alike? I just know that Rico would (should) be the last to go.<br /><li>I was an Atenean for one sem. I took a graduate course and enrolled in a three-unit subject. Then <em>tinamad na ko</em> because my class was every Friday night and I thought I should be having fun with my friends instead.<br /><li>I don't like pink but my room color is pink.<br /><li>I'm currently addicted to the computer game "Bejeweled Deluxe". As in <em>walang tulugan.<br /></em><li>I hope one day I can dance on stage with Gary V.<br /><li>I comb/brush my hair once a day. That's after taking a bath.<br /><li>I'm a certified Kapamilya.<br /><li>My brother used to call me Petra because he said I looked like our father whose name is Peter.<br /><li>I have a very quick bowel movement. Just a few minutes after I eat, I need to hit the CR.<br /><li>I think I have a small urinary bladder. There are times that I pee like there's no tomorrow.<br /><li>I have a talent for doing the grocery. I seem to be able to estimate the total of whatever is in the grocery cart even before we get to the cashier.<br /><li>My favorite dessert is blueberry cheesecake.<br /><li>I like spending time with my nephews and nieces.<br /><li>My cellphone is 3 years old. My officemates have been telling me to throw it away.<br /><li>The first part that I read in the newspaper is the Youngblood section of the Philippine Inquirer. After that, I'm not so interested.<br /><li>Every Friday, my radio is tuned in to 89.9 Magic Madness.<br /><li>Sometimes I can't help but sway or groove a bit when I hear a dance tune that I like.<br /><li>I had my first beer at 18 years old.<br /><li>I have insomnia but when I get the chance to sleep, the numebr of hours missed are well compensated.<br /><li>I think I have a talent in cleaning cars. When I'm in the mood, Teepee gets very good bathing from me.<br /><li>I used to do wallclimbing.<br /><li>My favorite time of the year is Christmas. Though it's an expensive occasion because I have a lot of nephews and nieces, nothing beats the joy of spending time with the family.<br /><li>My bestfriend Lei and I have a huge crush on Will Smith.</span></li></ol></div>rhaychhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10480659413184303108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12887048.post-29630566938290358742009-05-27T09:02:00.000-07:002009-11-11T03:09:28.719-08:00The Sex Video Scandal<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I was sent a link regarding a sex video of Katrina Halili and Hayden Kho. I saw the video and it was nothing THAT vulgar that's why I was bothered when Katrina said she was violated. The video that I saw was the one where she was rehearsing "Careless Whisper" with Hayden Kho. I thought to myself, how can she say she was violated when the video shows that she knew she was being videotaped and they were almost on each other and the fact that the guy that she was with is another person's boyfriend? How can she say foul?<br /><br />Then another link was sent to me. Now I know what she meant. She didn't know she was being filmed by this Hayden Kho while they were having sex. In the first place why would Hayden Kho videotape such intimate moments? Doctor <em>ka pa naman!</em> Where is your sense of integrity?! How can you cure your patients when in fact you yourself are SICK and need help?!<br /><br />I somehow feel for Katrina. In the first place, she would not be videotaped had she not been with this guy whom she knew had a girlfriend. Is this a case of karma? Well, I support your cause for putting Hayden Kho behind bars, revoking his med license and paying for moral damages. At this point, a lot of people have been involved and are trying to get involved in this scandal and media frenzy. Let's just hope they stick to the issue. </span></div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMtRUWruThV0Kx3CL5BZqr7hQPeLF3xZhXDAvZ8O4lLI7AzHFPwddhiJx9tSsgenCsZKarpzDUyxnkhppGGIwDkSjFLLr_iOLhUY3Z_EUlzgejTD2TTFUqThBFo7CIRHGNRRRDGw/s1600-h/Hayden-Kho-Katrina-Halili-Video-Scandal-Senate-Hearing.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402800759893706770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMtRUWruThV0Kx3CL5BZqr7hQPeLF3xZhXDAvZ8O4lLI7AzHFPwddhiJx9tSsgenCsZKarpzDUyxnkhppGGIwDkSjFLLr_iOLhUY3Z_EUlzgejTD2TTFUqThBFo7CIRHGNRRRDGw/s320/Hayden-Kho-Katrina-Halili-Video-Scandal-Senate-Hearing.jpg" border="0" /></a>Hayden Kho is such a pig. Hayden Kho is a maniac! </span>rhaychhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10480659413184303108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12887048.post-10724521580124483552009-05-17T07:37:00.000-07:002009-11-06T07:50:14.854-08:00My Favorite Couple<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijVqzD1iPVFmCnJQYmd6q525RB-z3wrI3Kei2r1XgCU6zPWOqi75CnMx9NAxx1RlYiTJziXhYFXi8s1sH24Pzv1ndgcso_EAIUNVJT093Om0scNvEX-09OO1xKmfcWQ-8uajGC4w/s1600-h/IMG_0322.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401016958528844690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijVqzD1iPVFmCnJQYmd6q525RB-z3wrI3Kei2r1XgCU6zPWOqi75CnMx9NAxx1RlYiTJziXhYFXi8s1sH24Pzv1ndgcso_EAIUNVJT093Om0scNvEX-09OO1xKmfcWQ-8uajGC4w/s320/IMG_0322.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">They are my favorite couple in the world. My cousin Sheila and her hubby Ricky celebrated their 16th wedding anniversary last night with a party with family and friends. It was a blast especially seeing them dance the moves and sing the tunes of their times. <em>Ambaduy!</em> But I cannot help but join them in the merrymaking. Soon I was dancing and singing with them tiI the morning. I am so happy for the two of them for lasting this long.<br /><br />My Ate Sheila is my pretty and <em>fashionista</em> cousin. She seemed to always wear the nicest clothes, shoes and accessories. Though she's quite small, she can carry herself big by being presentable (except when she's home wearing her old ruggy <em>pambahays</em>). Aside from that, I admire her spirit because she's almost almost bubbly especially when she's hanging out with her daughter Geli. She's a cool mom to Geli. She enjoys her time with Geli except that she can be a bit techie-challenged to which she admits whole-heartedly. No matter how busy she is at work, she's a wife and mom first. I like her when she's very supportive of everything that I do, that she even tried wall-climbing with me. My conversations with her are very meaningful because I learn from what she shares with me, be it about fashion, work or life itself. I know how much she loves Kuya Ricky by just holding his hand or just snuggling him. Ang cute! No need for words, it's shown in her actions.<br /><br />My Kuya Ricky, her husband, is one of the coolest people I've ever met. We were introduced when I was 9 years old. I modelled for Ate Sheila's thesis. Back then, he had already shown his support to Ate Sheila. I was not that close to him until they realized I was no longer a kid and I could already understand their conversations and jokes. What bonded us together is our love for food. We'd talk about places (like restos, bars) where there is good food while eating. I like him most when he's drunk, okay tipsy, because he can do the weirdest things and not remember it when he's sober. And when he's drunk, okay tipsy, he would always converse in English. I like his happy disposition. I've never seen him angry. He always took things in stride. He was the only man I saw who braided his daughter's hair. He's the sweetest husband, be it in words and actions. He would always make time for Ate Sheila and Geli. I hope I find someone like my Kuya Ricky.<br /><br />I was a bit sad for missing David Cook and David Archuleta's concert last night. But celebrating the night with my two favorite people made me realize that true love in this world can last as long as you both work on it. </span><br /></div><div align="justify"><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiNOZtBuzioIcoj4QnnDOdXny1w6puyZy-udOpd9kjP4QJH6fjLW90vmqcw1ATtCkX_bsXdOcMidZ0YkvQJSsf33exjTf0VQvWp60GtccSYW3JV7eZNsEJHrtBEj6RTiBUfBJbOg/s1600-h/IMG_0249.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401017896498183298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiNOZtBuzioIcoj4QnnDOdXny1w6puyZy-udOpd9kjP4QJH6fjLW90vmqcw1ATtCkX_bsXdOcMidZ0YkvQJSsf33exjTf0VQvWp60GtccSYW3JV7eZNsEJHrtBEj6RTiBUfBJbOg/s320/IMG_0249.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Here's to many more years of togetherness Kuya Ricky and Ate Sheila! God bless you both! </span></div></div>rhaychhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10480659413184303108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12887048.post-28532787887819444262009-05-10T19:32:00.000-07:002009-11-06T07:36:59.302-08:00ABCs of Me<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Another tag message from fb which I'd rather answer here. I have no plans of tagging anyone as well.<br /><br />A - Age: 30<br /><br />B - Bed size: I dont know pro it's single.<br /><br />C - Chore you hate: Doing the laundry. I can't seem to remove all the soap and bubbles.<br /><br />D - Dog's name: I have none.<br /><br />E - Essential to start your day: Prayers and some stretching<br /><br />F - Favorite color(s): Blue and white<br /><br />G - Gold or Silver: Gold<br /><br />H - Height: 5'3"<br /><br />I - Instruments you play(ed): A little of the piano!<br /><br />J - Job title: "What's in it for me?" kind of thing<br /><br />K - Kid(s): None just cute nephews and nieces<br /><br />L - Living arrangements: With the parents<br /><br />M - Mom's name: Florida<br /><br />N - Nicknames: Rhaych, RC, Morts<br /><br />O - Overnight hospital stay other than birth: April 2002, chest congestion<br /><br />P - Pet Peeve: People who always look at the imperfection of others rather than themselves.<br /><br />Q - Quote from a movie: "I never really believed in forever but I think I found forever in you."<br /><br />R - right or left-handed: Right<br /><br />S - Siblings: 2<br /><br />T - Time you wake up: 7:45 pm<br /><br />U- Underwear: comfy ones.<br /><br />V - Vegetable you dislike: saluyot<br /><br />W - Ways you run late: updating my blog and checking my e-mails.<br /><br />X - X-rays you've had: Chest, lower back, left and right arms.<br /><br />Y - Yummy food you make: spaghetti (you like?)<br /><br />Z - Zoo favorite: fishes </span>rhaychhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10480659413184303108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12887048.post-85260982352521533732009-04-30T16:52:00.000-07:002009-11-11T03:01:22.774-08:00Judy Ann - Ryan wedding<div align="justify"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglUvc40dbTqWGYmewRRlcXv9bBlJ_84_zeApQ4q9ePU9W3uGdEidTBskFzBRjA-Xi0ZXWWu_wjH9FaZdO9-TpS5lWs-lnWl2HHwg-FPISMezlIKS0IaLITQy96HqcoXvGH0psp7w/s1600-h/ryan-agoncillo-judy-ann-santos-wedding.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402799078461948466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglUvc40dbTqWGYmewRRlcXv9bBlJ_84_zeApQ4q9ePU9W3uGdEidTBskFzBRjA-Xi0ZXWWu_wjH9FaZdO9-TpS5lWs-lnWl2HHwg-FPISMezlIKS0IaLITQy96HqcoXvGH0psp7w/s320/ryan-agoncillo-judy-ann-santos-wedding.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">The first thing that my Nanay told me when I got home last Tuesday was "Kinasal na si Judy Ann!". Of course, I did not believe her right away. After all, it was only 8:30 in the morning and who would get married early, too early make it on the early morning news? Besides, there had been many speculations on their altar date. So how can my Nanay say that? I even said, "Bat alam mo eh hindi ka naman invited?". When I turned on the tv in my room, the news was indeed true. There were no footages yet but there were phone patch interviews with the very exclusive guests. Even the guests themselves were surprised that the wedding was happening that morning. They were only informed a fews days ago. Amazing!<br /><br />I salute the people who were involved in the planning of this intimate wedding. It wasn't a circus after all considering Judy Ann is a well-known actress. According to the news, it was simple but elegant. Not much fuss which is very good.<br /><br />And OMG Judy Ann is married! I can't help but feel envious. She's turning 31 in a few days and she's now married to the love of her life Ryan Agoncillo. As showbiz expectators, we can't help but watch how their relationship blossomed. I remember chatting with my friend Ellen regarding Judy Ann's transformation since she got involved with Ryan. She lost so much weight and now she looks gorgeous. Ellen and I even gushed at the thought of having our own Ryan Agoncillos in the future. Someone who will be good for us. Someone who will change us for the better. I guess we just have to keep on waiting.<br /><br />As for now, I'm happy for Judy Ann and Ryan though I'm not even a friend nor family. </span></div>rhaychhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10480659413184303108noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12887048.post-75646671324563454272009-04-20T00:05:00.000-07:002009-11-04T00:24:34.158-08:00Tatlong Dekada ng Pasasalamat<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I am 3 decades old today. So what? So what if my officemates tease me that I'm old? So what if I'm no loger part of the youth sector? So what if I'm almost out of the monthly calendar dates?<br /><br />I can proudly say that I have lived a fruitful 30 years shuns the failures along the way. But still I'm up and continuing to live each day of my life and this is because of the people who helped me manage and survive the 30 years of my existence.<br /><br />Let me thank them in no particular order and if in case you're not in this list, I'm so sorry. 30 years old <em>na eh, yung ibang</em> brain cells <em>nag</em>-degenerate <em>na</em>.<br /><br /><strong>Nanay & Tatay</strong><br />-for making me. <strong>Nanay</strong> for endlessly hearing my sentiments and understanding my moods. <strong>Tatay</strong> for being unreasonable thus making me realize that I'm a strong person.<br /><br /><strong>Kuya Rei</strong><br />-for the endless fights we had growing up til recently we grew tired of it. Thank you for always being there for me.<br /><br /><strong>Kuya Roy</strong><br />-for your sense of humor <em>at sa walang sawang pagalit kahit wala na sa lugar.</em><br /><br /><strong>Hiyas</strong><br />-for understanding me at the start of your relationship with Kuya Rei and accepting me as your sister.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Cholo<br /></strong>-<em>sa mga malalim at mababaw na</em> conversations <em>na nae</em>-enjoy <em>ko</em> with you.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Luisa<br /></strong>-<em>sa pagiging madaldal</em> and for doing so well in school. I'm proud of you Ate!<br /><br /><strong>Eriel</strong><br />-for making me laugh with your newly-learned tricks and skills.<br /><br /><strong>My Cousins</strong><br />-for the undying support and <em>pang-aalaska sa inyong</em> youngest cousin, </span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em>sa mga patawa, kalokohan at kainan.<br /></em><br /><strong>Ninong</strong><br />-for the rewards that you gave me when I did well in school and for helping my parents for my tuition fee.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Auntie Nida<br /></strong>-for hearing my stories, for all the support and <em>padalas</em> and for being my first <em>lakwatsa</em> buddy.<br /><br /><strong>Auntie Liza</strong><br />-for being a second mom to me.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>All My Pamangkins<br /></strong>-for all the hugs, kisses, fun and games.<br /><br /><strong>Rowlyn</strong><br />-for exceeding the definition of being a best friend, for the endless laugh trips and <em>chikahans</em>, for hearing me out all the time, for all the fun, laughter and tears.<br /><br /><strong>Atty</strong><br />-for the undying support in everything that I do.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Janice<br /></strong>-for being my childhood <em>kaaway</em> to being one of my treasured friends, for being brutally frank in times when I'm <em>uber tanga</em>.</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><strong>Ellen</strong><br />-for the love, support and accompanying me to gimmicks and shopping, for letting me do my projects at your place back in college and for always welcoming me in your home.<br /><br /><strong>Jen</strong><br />-for being my college roommate at UPLB and for watching over me.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Bliss<br /></strong>-for all the <em>patawa</em> and <em>lambings</em>.<br /><br /><strong>Gladys</strong><br />-for always hearing me out and supporting me.<br /><br /><strong>Kathoy</strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">-for all the fun, laughter and crazy adventures, <em>sa pagiging makapal ang mukha</em> and for being my booster when I'm down.<br /><br /><strong>Sally</strong><br />-for always extending your support.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Charles<br /></strong>-for the love, support and finally friendship.<br /><br /><strong>Anna</strong><br />-for all the laugh trips and endless <em>kwentuhan</em> whenever we're together.<br /><br /><strong>Jen-Jen</strong><br />-for being my partner back in crime in college.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Rechelle<br /></strong>-for all the letters that we've exchanged with each other.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Mariz<br /></strong>-for all your prayers and support.<br /><br /><strong>Monday</strong><br />-for you talent and <em>kalokohans</em>. </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Melvin</span></strong></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">-for your friendship.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Aileen Chichioco<br /></strong>-for the friendship and having faith in me.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Mrs. Zeny Toco<br /></strong>-for giving me the chance to show my potential.<br /><br /><strong>Mrs. Teresita Santos</strong><br />-for believing in my talent.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Ate Darene<br /></strong>-for the endless <em>kwentuhans</em> from service to school and vice versa.<br /><br /><strong>Joedhel</strong><br />-for the <em>isaw</em> and <em>toma</em> nights.<br /><br /><strong>Paolo</strong><br />-for loving me the best way you can.<br /><br /><strong>Ate Mic</strong><br />-for always treating me like a sister and for trusting me.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Ms. Olive Santos and Mrs. Talens<br /></strong>-for believing in my mathematical abilities .<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Ms. Rose Torres<br /></strong>-for the friendship and believing in my potential.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Ms. Judith Muncal<br /></strong>-for the patience and the friendship.<br /><br /><strong>Ate Lalaine</strong><br />-for believing in me and tapping my leadership potential.<br /><br /><strong>Ogie</strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">-for the support, friendship and badminton games.<br /><br /><strong>Tanya, Blythe, Portia, Gladys, Karen, Mitch, Mira, Chard. Jetro, Gary, Jenny, Dada and Gretch</strong><br />-for a year of being each other's support system during the PMS application.<br /><br /><strong>Tin, Lala, Ming, Claire, Noy, Rose, Paolo, Roj, Tads, Richie, Calub, Yoggs, Jack, Rona, Jay and Jorge</strong><br />-for making my PMS days so much fun.<br /><br /><strong>Frances Cendana</strong><br />-for the chance and tapping my potential to be a good teacher.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Dra. Rosalinda Yangco<br /></strong>-for believing that I can be a good teacher.<br /><br /><strong>Ms. Patino</strong><br />-for all your support and patience.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Suzie Fajardo<br /></strong>-for the friendship, understanding and kwentuhans.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Armie, Be-Anne, Joy, Ruth, Mavic and Jux<br /></strong>-for all the crazy meteor garden addiction that led to the super fun friendship.<br /><br /><strong>Mrs. Magtrayo</strong><br />-for all the hugs, advice and support.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Ate Lani<br /></strong>-for the unwavering support.<br /><br /><strong>Sr. Teresita Agana</strong><br />-for all the prayers and support.<br /><br /><strong>Sr. Aileen Bonifacio</strong><br />-for the paryers and understanding all my kalokohans.<br /><br /><strong>Cerry Ann & Maja</strong><br />-for being my first two best friends.<br /><br /><strong>Tin</strong><br />-for being a very supportive and understanding boss.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Ate Sundee<br /></strong>-for all the loving advice.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Vhal<br /></strong>-for being my partner in crime.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Frank<br /></strong>-for teaching me self-respect.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Joyce<br /></strong>-for the endless <em>patawa</em> and <em>chikahan</em>.<br /><br /><strong>Carol</strong><br />-for your friendship and understanding.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>My SPCP students<br /></strong>-for the wonderful and painful experiences, for all the love and support.<br /><br /><em>At dahil lagi nameng pinag-uusapan ng</em> sister-in-law <em>ko ang mga</em> celebration sa ASAP and how it would be like when we say thank you on air, <em>gusto ko na rin (mag-try) magpasalamat kay</em> <strong>Sir Gabby, Ma'am Charo, Sir Deo, Tita Cory, Tita Mariol and Mr. M</strong>. </span></div>rhaychhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10480659413184303108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12887048.post-88883258042651592292009-04-05T21:39:00.000-07:002009-11-04T00:02:58.527-08:00The One Where They All Turn Thirty<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I chanced upon a website with famous people born on particular years. Curious that I was, I tried checking out people who were born on the same year that I popped out in this planet. (<em>Ahahaha!</em> popped out <em>parang tiniris lang na</em> pimple.) I found the list interesting. But it got me thinking as well. Why wasn't I on list? What if I was there with them as a famous person? Did I not do enough the last 29 years? Maybe they just forgot me. Then I thought I was being silly again. A friend asked me if I feel accomplished in my life. I told her that I don't feel accomplished. I added that feeling accomplished means I'm finished. I'm not yet done.<br /><br />Back in college, I handed a friend a list of things that I hoped to accomplish before turning 30. Well I guess most of which are still unattained, still working on or should just remain on the list. I still have a long way to go. <em>Di pa naman ako mamatay siguro</em> very soon.<br /><br />Every day is a learning process for me and I know have yet to learn more about life. Some people my age are famous, wealthy, stable and all that. I'm far from being like that but I do know I got my place under the sun (and <em>mainit ha!</em>). I know I have a purpose that's why I continue to wake up and live my life.<br /><br />Anyway let me share the list of famous people born in 1979 (www.whosdatedwho.com/celebrities/people/list/celebrity-categories.asp?FD=yob&ID=1979):<br /><br />Aaliyah<br />Adam Levine<br />Andrew Keegan<br />Ara Mina<br />Brandy Norwood<br />Catherine Zeta-Jones<br />Chris Daughtry<br />Chris Klein<br />Claire Danes<br />Claudine Barretto<br />Daniel Beddingfield<br />Daniel Henney<br />Flo Rida<br />Gong Yoo<br />Ha Won<br />Heath Ledger<br />Jay Chou<br />Jennifer Love Hewitt<br />Jericho Rosales<br />Jesse Bradford<br />Kate Hudson<br />Ken Zhu<br />Kourtney Kardashian<br />Lance Bass<br />Mark Anthony Fernandez<br />Marvin Agustin<br />Mena Suvari<br />Ne-yo<br />Norah Jones<br />Pete Wentz<br />Petra Nemcova<br />Pink<br />Rachael Leigh Cook<br />Rosario Dawson<br />Ryan Agoncillo<br />Tatyana Ali<br />Zhang Ziyi<br /><em>tsaka ako na rin</em> Rachel Catherine Mortel (hehehe!) </span></div>rhaychhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10480659413184303108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12887048.post-33123072274825175442009-03-30T21:55:00.000-07:002009-05-25T18:13:41.313-07:00Things I Did When I Was In UP<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">[ ] Worried about getting bullied by fratmen or getting killed in a riot.<br /><br />[ ] Got bullied by fratmen or was killed in a riot.<br /><br />[ ] Witnessed a riot.<br /><br />[ ] Watched the Oblation Run.<br /><br />[x] Made friends with a teacher.<br /><br />[ ] Was tricked as a freshman into attending a rally / prayer meeting.<br /><br />[x] Wore red or black on one of those wear red or wear black days. Intentional and by accident.<em> (I did this during Erap's resignation campaign.)<br /></em><br />[ ] Wore red on Valentine’s Day.<br /><br />[ ] Wore black on Valentine's Day. <em>(Di naman ako ganun kalala.)</em><br /><br />[ ] Celebrated a birthday at Mang Jimmy's.<br /><br />[ ] Learned UP Naming Mahal. <em>(Just followed the beat as the right arm with clenched fist was raised.)<br /></em><br />[ ] Was an RA (registration assistant) or SA. <em>(Do I look like I have an attitude problems? Di ako naging Diyos during registration.)<br /></em><br />[x] Lied or begged to an RA for a slot in class. <em>(Sabi ngang mga Diyos sila e.)</em><br /><br />[x] Participated in a there's-only-one-more-slot-are you-feeling-lucky? <em>(Oh yeah had to be wise when everyone crammed for the last slot. When the RA shouted "Nasan na ba talaga yung pila?", i raised my had hand shouted "Dito oh!". And everyone followed. I got the slot slot cause I was first in line during the commotion. Sorry na lang sa mga pumila ng 3 oras. Mine was a good 15 minutes of struggle.)<br /></em><br />[x] Jogged around the campus. <em>(In preparation for the org exam.)</em><br /><br />[ ] Visited the Vargas Museum.<br /><br />[ ] Knew at least one xerox lady, manong, or technician by name. <em>(Walang ganung level. Tanguan lang oks na.)<br /></em><br />[ ] Attended university level graduation.<br /><br />[x] Got an activist for a teacher. <em>(My PI 100 teacher.)</em><br /><br />[x] Watched a La Salle vs. Ateneo UAAP game. <em>(Walang choice nasa pwesto kame ng La salle nun eh kase puno na Araneta.)<br /></em><br />[x] Watched a UP vs. any school basketball game. <em>(And boy they lost as always!)<br /></em><br />[ ] Studied in CASAA. <em>(Would browsing at photocopied notes of a classmate count?)</em><br /><br />[ ] Studied in McDonald's or Jollibee Philcoa for one full night and bought just one regular-sized drink.<br /><br />[x] Studied along Katipunan. <em>(McDo)</em><br /><br />[ ] Studied along Katipunan and affected the mannerisms of a stereotypical Atenean.<br /><br />[ ] Watched a play that's not required for Comm III.<br /><br />[ ] Went stargazing.<br /><br />[x] Ate in Chocolate Kiss, Tea Room (in CHE) or Chateau Verde.<br /><br />[x] Slept in the lib. <em>(Sa Archives section pinagdikit-dikit ko pa yung chairs para lang makahiga ako.)<br /></em><br />[ ] Struck up a conversation with a taong grasa.<br /><br />[ ] Wrote to/for the Collegian.<br /><br />[ ] Seriously pondered about the identity/ies of the people described in Eksenang Peyups.<br /><br />[x] Went to the chapel.<br /><br />[ ] Got a pebble stuck in your shoe/slippers while walking in Sunken Garden<br /><br />[ ] Cut class with your block to watch a movie.<br /><br />[ ] Had a Voltes V for a teacher<br /><br />[ ] Took a class under Joseph Palis.<br /><br />[x] Lied to the transcript lady to get a transcript earlier than the standard 3 months. <em>(With may uber pamatay na line "Makakaya po ba ng konsensya nyo na di ako makapag-board exams dahil ito na lang kulang?" I'm just so good with acting!)</em><br /><br />[x] Went to a Freshman-only concert. <em>(First ever was an Eraserheads concert.)</em><br /><br />[x] Subsisted on just streetfood (fishballs, half footlongs, kwekwek, squidballs/rolls, mais, dirty ice cream) for a day. <em>(Mahirap na ang buhay noon pa man!!)</em><br /><br />[ ] Learned how to smoke.<br /><img class="gl_italic" alt="Italic" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" border="0" /><br />[x] Went on an out-of-town trip with blockmates or orgmates. <em>('Twas an org finals activity.)</em><br /><br />[ ] Fell in love. <em>(Kanino? Sino? Pano?)</em><br /><br />[ ] Actually read the book you keep borrowing from the lib.<br /><br />[ ] Played cards during your free time.<br /><br />[ ] Dressed in business attire.<br /><br />[ ] Sumabit sa jeep.<br /><br />[ ] Got sung to or sung to someone in class during Valentine's day.<br /><br />[ ] Watched the Lantern Parade.<br /><br />[x] Helped out a total stranger.<br /><br />[ ] Helped out a total stranger because he/she was hot.<br /><br />[x] Learned to stay awake for more than 24 or 48 hours straight.<br /><br />[ ] Got bullied by fratmen and feeling cool wannabe people who were actually losers.<br /><br />[ ] Took Wednesday and/or Sat classes WILLINGLY. <em>(I had no choice.)</em><br /><br />[ ] Volunteered for the pahinungod.<br /><br />[x] Ate "tasteless white sauce" pasta from cock-a-noodle-doo.<br /><br />[ ] Got a boyfriend/girlfriend.<br /><br />[x] Took time to read the vandalism in the CR.<br /><br />[ ] Watched a sexy art film for any GE class.<br /><br />[x] Got held up or pickpocketed. <em>(My bag was slashed and they got my kikay kit with eggnog, detangler & a perfume sampler.)<br /></em><br />[x] Felt depressed because you were not as good academically as you were in high school. <em>(Aminin naten nakakabobo ang college! It's not for everyone I guess. Ahahaha!)</em><br /><br />[x] Did a last minute paper.<br /><br />[x] Had spent a lot for 1x1 ID pictures.<br /><br />[x] Got exempted from final exams. Well ganun talaga!<br /><br />[ ] Got exempted from a final exam but still took it. Di na sayang blue book.<br /><br />[x] Attended a varsity pep rally.<br /><br />[ ] Watched LIVE AIDS, Androgyny, Maskipaps or any well-known variety show.<br /><br />[ ] Promised to quit smoking.<br /><br />[ ] Got into at least one (org- or council-sponsored) adventure race. and WON!<br /><br />[x] Knew where the best restrooms are on campus.<br /><br />[x] Joined an org.<br /><br />[x] Allowed yourself to make mistakes.<br /><br />[ ] Went to the gym in spite of having no PE class just to ogle varsity players/cute boys/hot girls.<br /><br />[x] Took summer classes.<br /><br />[ ] Admired the Oblation. <em>(Wala kong time eh. Sarap matulog.)</em><br /><br />[x] Made a video for a project.<br /><br />[x] Had a crush on a teacher. <em>(Chem 17 lec teacher Sir Joey Santos.)</em><br /><br />[ ] Had a teacher who had a crush on/tried to court you.<br /><br />[ ] Attended your ROTC Bivouac. -<br /><br />[ ] Faked sickness to get an absence excused. <em>(I can be late but I was never absent from any class.)</em><br /><br />[ ] Got your car scratched by one of those "Kuya bantayan ko kotse niyo" kids<br /><br />[ ] Took a PE class where you had to pay for tuition<br /><br />[x] Went to school in your crappiest yet most comfy clothes.<br /><br />[ ] Learned how to use the Bayantel pay phones.<br /><br />[x] Participated in school activities.<br /><br />[ ] Caught the UP Pep Tryouts.<br /><br />[ ] Dated someone from UP.<br /><br />[x] Rode an IKOT and TOKI.<br /><br />[x] Found a tambayan.<br /><br />[ ] Went drinking at Sarah's.<br /><br />[x] Learned how to beg for a higher grade. - *ulk* to pass<br /><br />[ ] Used your 6 allowable absences wisely. <em>(Merong ganto? dang! Bat di ko alam?)</em><br /><br />[x] Lived in a dorm. <em>(Yup for one year in UPLB)</em><br /><br />[x] Volunteered to be beadle or go-to guy for your group / class.<br /><br />[x] Had the worst schedule.<br /><br />[ ] Realized that there really is just one coconut tree on the sunken garden. (and now it’s gone)<br /><br />[ ] Did not use up all 6 allowable absences. <em>(Ni hindi ko nga alm to eh! )</em><br /><br />[x] Ate in ISSI, Treehouse, Mama Thai's and other more obscure cafeterias.<br /><br />[x] Ate food Aristocart-style.<br /><br />[x] Is active in your org. <em>(Pwede bang was active for about 3 years?)</em><br /><br />[x] Attended an ACLE. <em>(Yeah ACLE with the then Spice Boys of Congress. Love you Migs Zubiri!)</em><br /><br />[ ] Got as many app forms as you can during the job fair.<br /><br />[x] Learned how to cram. <em>(Had to! Now I'm a certified expert.)</em><br /><br />[x] Sold tickets for an org-sponsored movie premiere.<br /><br />[x] Saved money to photocopy all of your seatmate's notes.<br /><br />[x] Had accidentally seen a make-out session. <em>(7 am AS walk benches. Bangis!)</em><br /><br />[x] Slept in class. <em>(Dapat dito classes as in marameng class.)</em><br /><br />[x] Finished a homework/assignment/paper in the Shopping center or Philcoa.<br /><br />[x] Had mountains of "unused" sample exams and/or old testaments.<br /><br />[x] Resolved to be "better this semester."<br /><br />[ ] Slept during a test.<br /><br />[x] Had groupmates from hell.<br /><br />[x] Learned how to work with groupmates from hell.<br /><br />[ ] Perfected the art of parking on campus.<br /><br />[ ] Had a bad encounter with one of the guards on campus.<br /><br />[x] Developed a love for sisig<br /><br />[x] Practiced those UP cheers in the first meeting for PE class.<br /><br />[x] Looked at microfilms in the library or poked through archives.<br /><br />[x] Reserved a classroom, AVR, etc. for a class or org function.<br /><br />[x] Attended the UP Fair. Just once<br /><br />[x] Went to a library other than your own college's to research.<br /><br />[ ] Lost a perfectly functioning umbrella.<br /><br />[ ] Used consultation hours properly. <em>(Lalo na sa Bio 160)</em><br /><br />[ ] Went to the Guidance Office for real, heart-to-heart guidance.<br /><br />[x] Went to the infirmary.<br /><br />[ ] Attended class with a hangover.<br /><br />[ ] Drink beer or alcohol while inside UP grounds.<br /><br />[x] Walked all the way to Philcoa or Katipunan from UP.<br /><br />[ ] Buy frogs from NSRI or a Bio department<br /><br />[ ] Maxed out on the 6 allowed unexcused absences but DID NOT drop. <em>(Di ko talaga toh alam. Sayang!)</em><br /><br />[x] Got invited or pursued by a sorority or fraternity.<br /><br />[x] Wore slippers to school.<br /><br />[ ] Had a professor who smoked in class.<br /><br />[ ] Got diagnosed by the Infirmary as pregnant or infected with STD</span>rhaychhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10480659413184303108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12887048.post-2646948199334371592009-03-14T22:44:00.000-07:002009-04-06T23:24:12.866-07:00Eraserheads The Final Set<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I've always said that I'm a Parokya Ni Edgar fan. But before that, I used to be an Eraserheads fan. If I can remember it right, I was in high school when eraserheads became popular. Their first song "Pare Ko" earned so much noise beacuse it had a line with an emphatic curse:<br /><br /><em>"O Diyos ko<br />Ano ba naman ito<br />Di ba Tang ina<br />Nagmukha akong tanga..."</em><br /><br />Whoa! With that, the band Eraserheads became the talk-of-the-town. Critics had commented that the band's songs can be a bad influence to the youth.<br /><br />Back in the day, songhits were still around but I didn't need one because I knew their songs by heart. Their tune was catchy. Most of their their lyrics, had an underlying meaning. Not too obvious, nakakalusot! There was even a time when they were called satanic because some people had tried backmasking one of their songs and found that there were demonic messages. C'mon! We're way more intelligent than that. That did not stop eraserheads from making albums and having several hit songs.<br /><br />The first rock concert that I attended to was an Eraserheads one. It was a concert for freshmen at UPLB's Baker Hall. Anyway, I wasn't seated in front when the concert started but when Eraserheads came out, I was pushed and found myself in front of the stage. Ely Buendia was about a meter away from me. Right then and there, I was in-love with Ely Buendia. I love the beat of "Pasensya Na". I turn up the volume each time I hear it.<br /><br />unfortunately, Eraserheads disbanded. First, it was Ely who left the band. Rumors circulated that the members had a falling out with Ely. The popularity had gotten into his head and had an attitude problem. Later on, he was replaced with a female vocalist. But that was short-lived. They eventually went on their separate ways. When that happened, I hated Ely Buendia. Eraserheads no more. The members went on with new bands. Ely is now with Pupil. Buddy Zabala is now part of The Dawn. Markus Adoro has Markus Highway. Raymund Marasigan is part of Sandwich, Pedicab and Cambio. Of the four, Raymund was the most successful. Raymond became my cool dude. He and his bands were making a lot if hits.<br /><br />Last year, there was a buzz regarding a reunion concert of Eraserheads. I was discussing that with a fellow UP grad. We were thinking that we missed Eraserheads and seeing them perform together would be a treat. we didn't know if the concert was going to push through. Before I knew it, Ely was already in the hospital after experiencing chest pains during the Eraserheads reunion concert last August at The Fort. We thought we missed big time. The concert was cut short. Around September, Raymund and Buddy mentioned in an interview that they were hoping that they can continue the show in another time. Fans did hope for that.<br /><br />Prayers have been answered since early this year it was announced that there was going to be another Eraserheads reunion concert. My officemates were game and even excited. We had decided to buy the cheapest ticket, in case something happens to Ely (bad namen noh?!).<br /><br />ERASERHEADS THE FINAL SET. </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></div><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAyPaaVPyI-kGNWH5mICWZNjJhibwJUZeeIVUV_pF8KJqo0b3D1K2IG0Vsjf02LM_AAyo8hSOHBP2yfmT5lhhyphenhyphenZ1SNXWXfCk01Ml0TmXadmeVXBMNOqv0nm3PISYgcBBjuYTR4pg/s1600-h/scan0001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321822281327524178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 175px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAyPaaVPyI-kGNWH5mICWZNjJhibwJUZeeIVUV_pF8KJqo0b3D1K2IG0Vsjf02LM_AAyo8hSOHBP2yfmT5lhhyphenhyphenZ1SNXWXfCk01Ml0TmXadmeVXBMNOqv0nm3PISYgcBBjuYTR4pg/s320/scan0001.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p align="justify">March 7, 2009 was the date. SM Mall of Asia Grounds was the venue. We had our game plan then on how to get there really early since our tickets' area is the farthest. Unfortunately, none of the agreed meeting time was followed. For some reason, it was traffic everywhere that day. The parking was hell. I was overly stressed when I got to the concert venue. But you know what, it was all gone when the concert started. There was no reason to complain. It was worth it. We enjoyed. We were singing along. It brought back high school and college memories. That time I was proud of being a UP grad. The Eraserheads members were UP students. Gosh they passed UPCAT! Though they did not graduate, they always say that their starting grounds was the University of the Philippines. Anyway, another remarkable moment of the concert was their tribute to Francis Magalona, who was supposed to be a special guest. Everyone was cheering for Francis Magalona. Also, there was an encore. When the audience thought that it was over, they came back and sang 3 more songs. Grabe! Just to add, I fell in-love with Ely buendia again.<br /><br />I am glad that I was part of that historical night. It was truly a memorable event.<br /></span><br /></p>rhaychhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10480659413184303108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12887048.post-21186704466121430452009-03-08T22:10:00.000-07:002009-04-06T22:23:58.074-07:00Goodbye Man From Manila<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I've been reading <a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.happybattle.com">Francis Magalona's blogsite</a> the past five hours. I can't help but be amazed with his faith and strength as he documented everything that he was going through while getting treatment for leukemia. The man had lived a full life and was ready to embrace death at any point. Last Friday, March 6, 2009 at around 12 noon, Master Rapper Francis Magalona died at age 44.<br /><br />Francis is a music icon. He was the first Filipino artist to launch a full-length album, thus earned the title "Master Rapper of the Philippines. My brother had a cassette tape of his first album "Yo!". From playing a supporting role in Bagets 2, Francis became a household name when his first album came out. I was in grade 5 when every one sang and danced to the tune of "Mga Kababayan Ko". Back then, I didn't realize what the song was about. All I know was I executed "running man", "scissors" & "Roger Rabbit" very well. I also knew the song by heart. That time I also had a crush and was singing "Cold Summer Nights" just in my head. He went on to making other songs like "Kabataan para sa Kinabukasan", "Man from Manila","Girl Be Mine" & "Kaleidoscope World". He also collaborated with other artists like Parokya ni Edgar, Gloc 9 and Ely Buendia among others.<br /><br />Francis opened the door for other rap artists. What sets him apart is that most of his songs promoted nationalism and patriotism. His songs mirror the life of most Filipinos. He always had a message of truth and hope. The song that had a big impact to me was "Kaleidoscope World", released in 1996. My bestfriend Lei sings this emphatically. "Kaleidoscope World" had a very powerful meaning.<br /><br />Francis referred to his illness as his "Happy Battle". Everything was in his blogsite up to the last night where he was set to have his fourth chemotherapy session the next day. That chemotherapy session was supposed to prepare him for his bone marrow transplant scheduled this month.<br /><br />Unfortunately, Francis was not able to live through his illness and succumbed to pneumonia, a complication of his leukemia. But still, Francis is a survivor. He did not lose hope and went on to fight to the very last day for the people who love him the most, his family.<br /><br />Francis has been and will always be an inspiration to the youth. His work and music will live on forever. The Master Rapper has finally gone home to THE MASTER. </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> </div></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLwrt21mWeTaI70RQK4uB-R-eF1tn80NnxJmPGvjh9eaBfLE988_LPK72KLj4weJlcmleAWM3ud_Snfq_NkMc0Lkrj-ejWd-iNmHLO2Zaa7tiBLW0UyW2351cQIAOfM6ZmhlMppA/s1600-h/fmagalona.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321815538880098578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLwrt21mWeTaI70RQK4uB-R-eF1tn80NnxJmPGvjh9eaBfLE988_LPK72KLj4weJlcmleAWM3ud_Snfq_NkMc0Lkrj-ejWd-iNmHLO2Zaa7tiBLW0UyW2351cQIAOfM6ZmhlMppA/s320/fmagalona.jpg" border="0" /></a> Long live Man from Manila!<strong></strong>rhaychhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10480659413184303108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12887048.post-35489343088784734342009-03-05T14:03:00.000-08:002009-04-06T22:05:20.495-07:00SHUFFLERULES:<br />1. Put your MP3 player, iTunes, Windows Media Player, etc. on shuffle.<br />2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.<br />3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS.<br />4. Tag at least 10 friends.<br />5. Everyone tagged has to do the same thing.<br />6. Have Fun!<br /><br />********************************<br /><br />IF SOMEONE SAYS 'ARE YOU OKAY' YOU SAY?<br />Toni Gonzaga - Catch Me I'm Falling (parang di naman yata)<br /><br />HOW WOULD YOU DESCRIBE YOURSELF?<br />Justin Timberlake - Sexy Back (hindi to totoo. how i wish!)<br /><br />WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY?<br />Go West - Faithful (tama!)<br /><br />HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?<br />Kelly Clarkson - Sober (sa pagod at antok)<br /><br />WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?<br />Maroon 5 - Makes Me Wonder (di pa sure?! hmmm)<br /><br />WHAT'S YOUR MOTTO?<br />Spandau Ballet - Round and Round (in short ang buhay parang gulong)<br /><br />WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?<br />Kalapana - The Hurt (talaga lang ha)<br /><br /><br />WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?<br />98 Degrees - The Hardest Thing (di naman siguro)<br /><br /><br />WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?<br />Angela Bofill - Tonight I Give In (the biggest surprise of all!)<br /><br />WHAT IS 2 + 2?<br />Stereo MCs - Elevate My Mind (ahaha!)<br /><br /><br />WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?<br />Kevyn Lettau - Sunlight (Truly)<br /><br />WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?<br />Ace of Base - The Sign (di ko alam kung pano ko explain)<br /><br />WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?<br />Color me Badd - Close to Heaven (why not?!)<br /><br />WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?<br />Lady Gaga - Just Dance (my heart skips a beat)<br /><br />WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?<br />Nina Sky - Move Your Body (all night dancing)<br /><br />WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?<br />Michael Jackson - Man in the Mirror (kaya pala pag may patay tinatakpan yung salamin)<br /><br />WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?<br />George Michael - Fast Love (parang di naman ata)<br /><br />WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST FEAR?<br />Smashmouth - Walkin' in the Sun (mahirap nang umitim ng bonggang-bongga)<br /><br />WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?<br />Tears for Fears - Head over Heels (questionable)<br /><br />WHAT DO YOU WANT RIGHT NOW?<br />Mikaila - The Art of Letting Go (ahahaha! kase naman yung e-mail)<br /><br />WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?<br />U2 - With or Without You (syempre with you my friends)rhaychhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10480659413184303108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12887048.post-37995126209986347792009-02-22T21:47:00.000-08:002009-04-06T22:06:39.475-07:00Gary V Live @ 25 - The Repeat<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I could never miss a Gary V concert. Last night, I watch Gary Live @ 25, The Repeat. My friends asked me why I was watching the same concert. My answer is simple - it's Gary V! I just can't get enough of Gary Valenciano. I'm sure other GV fans share the same sentiment. The concert last night was almost similar with last November's. But this time, it surpassed my then expectations. We were dancing at the latter part of the show with his Earth, Wind and Fire medley. Check out the photos below. You can also check my multiply site for the complete photos.</span></div><br /><embed style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 320px" name="flashticker" align="center" src="http://widget-cc.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="cy=bb&il=1&channel=1297036692706321356&site=widget-cc.slide.com" wmode="transparent" salign="l" scale="noscale" quality="high"></embed> <div style="WIDTH: 400px"><a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&at=un&id=1297036692706321356&map=1" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-cc.slide.com/p1/1297036692706321356/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&at=un&id=1297036692706321356&map=2" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-cc.slide.com/p2/1297036692706321356/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&at=un&id=1297036692706321356&map=F" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-cc.slide.com/p4/1297036692706321356/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" /></a></div>rhaychhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10480659413184303108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12887048.post-921831322139607482009-02-21T19:29:00.000-08:002009-04-05T07:16:12.421-07:00Meet SISQO<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">For weeks, I've been entertaining the thought of buying myself a laptop. I was considering the budget and all and the recent appraisal. My teammate Noel has been very supportive of the decision. I have mentioned this to my Nanay and surprisingly she wasn't against the idea. After several visits to different computer stores and comparison of a number of brochures, I have finally bought my newest baby, Sisqo. </span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></div><p align="justify"></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXya-ArjD8oWfSL9UNXdQk9DO9rAXDUtzceGNtX4UXW5bzfvCBxz8CSpdFfsXvcXbQnTIf5HaygSxWL2QzdAcCiRP8tt-e09TJ8NkKzSlZ6atZSUyHCUyRptdfJoOegNvlBb1E5Q/s1600-h/IMG_0149.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321209837033548802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXya-ArjD8oWfSL9UNXdQk9DO9rAXDUtzceGNtX4UXW5bzfvCBxz8CSpdFfsXvcXbQnTIf5HaygSxWL2QzdAcCiRP8tt-e09TJ8NkKzSlZ6atZSUyHCUyRptdfJoOegNvlBb1E5Q/s320/IMG_0149.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I'd like to thank Ava and Noel for helping me set-up Sisqo. Guys, I know you sacrificed your sleeping hours for setting-up Sisqo. I thank you both so much.</span> </p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfiXfydtLY8lZNeo24GAptRIuagX60-ndvvyPcPC6INpzERVL6z3hyphenhyphenAUiT96uEy5G2IuGYtRBQScdh1qMLc7FVPKsd9N9mUhOrAhe5-w93jsixjZkvt91JiNa3os6G5zE3DsVNPQ/s1600-h/n817244662_1266649_2246786.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321210508657983794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfiXfydtLY8lZNeo24GAptRIuagX60-ndvvyPcPC6INpzERVL6z3hyphenhyphenAUiT96uEy5G2IuGYtRBQScdh1qMLc7FVPKsd9N9mUhOrAhe5-w93jsixjZkvt91JiNa3os6G5zE3DsVNPQ/s200/n817244662_1266649_2246786.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></p>rhaychhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10480659413184303108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12887048.post-76917278285728536522009-01-25T22:23:00.000-08:002009-04-05T06:27:21.218-07:00My PC is Dying<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">10, 9, 8, 7, 6.....more weeks or probably less and my PC will cease function. How do I know? It's really a pain using it. It's a waste of time to open a program, switch from one file to another and connect to the internet.<br /><br />I've had my PC since 2001. It's one of my first buys when I started working. It had been a wonderful companion for almost 8 years. It was my reliable ally especially with my work back in St. Paul.<br /><br />Now in its last few runs, I am thinking if its worth having it repaired or upgraded. Or would it be better to put it to rest? Then, what will I use? Buying a new one is not an option these days.<br /><br />Right now, all I can do is make a back-up of the files that I have in it. Before it's too late I need to save my files somewhere else. I am also posting what need to be posted on the net.<br /><br />To my dear ol' PC, thank you!</span></div>rhaychhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10480659413184303108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12887048.post-36945687301955532272009-01-10T21:40:00.000-08:002009-03-24T21:34:55.501-07:0025 Random Things<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Just another activity/quetionnaire circulating on the cyberspace:<br /><ol type="1"><li>I used to join math olympiads when I was in grade school. We represented our school in interschool competitions.<br /><li>I can be very impatient because I have low EQ.<br /><li>I don't really chew what I eat. Most of the time I swallow my food. I got used to this practice when I had braces on my teeth. This is because I didn't want any food getting in between my brackets.<br /><li>I graduated as batch salutatorian in grade 6.<br /><li>I am homophobic. I don't get along quick with gay people. I only have a few gay friends (Harold, Noel, Frank, Randy, Manny) and I really treasure them. <em>Basta takot ako sa bakla</em>. I don't know why.<br /><li>I've had the same hairdresser for 5 years. His name is Manny of Bench Fix Rob Metro East. Why do I like him? He's super <em>chikadora</em>. At tops, he calls me "Ganda" or "Dyosa". <em>Ako naman sobrang nagpapauto</em>. But in fairness, Manny would always give me a fabulous haircut. <em>Ako lang talaga di marunong mag-</em>maintain.<br /><li>I am scared of snakes. Just the thought of it makes me weak. I can't stand even looking at pictures of it.<br /><li>I'm a super Gary Valenciano fan.<br /><li>Isa lang uno ko nung college. Sa PE pa, streetdance class with matching recital.<br /><li>I love the beach but don't know how to swim.<br /><li>I was a cheerleader for a number of times in high school.<br /><li>I have a complete set of original Friends series.<br /><li>I used to be part of the children's choir in a local chapel in Marikina.<br /><li>I was once an F4 addict. I have a wide collection of F4 stuff. I also have magazines that I bought in duplicates. <em>Ung isa pwede buksan, yung isa</em> sealed <em>pa din</em>. <em>Hahaha</em> collector's item <em>ba</em>?<br /><li>I have dreams of meeting Bayani Agbayani, Pokwang & Pooh.<br /><li>Had a bf at 14.<br /><li><div align="left"><em>Pag antok na antok na ko, sobrang sinisipon at bumabahing ako.<br /></em></div><li>I am not a voracious reader. At most I can read 10 pages <em>na tuloy-tuloy</em>. After that <em>tulog na ko.<br /></em><li>Weakness <em>ko yung mga singkit</em> (Kwon Sang Woo, Gong Yu, Vaness Wu & Richard Poon).<br /><li>I can never live without McDonalds.<br /><li>I enjoyed chemistry over biology. I hate physics.<br /><li>I don't like rainy days because <em>naiisip ko yung</em> girl <em>na nasa malayong lugar tas hindi sya makalabas kaya umiiyak lang sya</em>.<br /><li>I don't like travelling by boat. Never will I travel by RORO again.<br /><li>I can laugh and cry at the same time. I have a knack for comedy and drama.<br /><li>My ultimate crush is Albert Martinez.</span></li></ol></div>rhaychhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10480659413184303108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12887048.post-36912690509993091852009-01-02T07:55:00.000-08:002009-03-03T22:57:12.730-08:00Happy 2009<div align="justify">2008 is done. So many things have happened to me which brought me a lot of lessons. There are things to regret about, events that could have been avoided or things that could have been better.<br /><br />2008 made me suffer some illnesses which i intently pray I get through this year. I went through some financial constraints as well, following my car accident last April and vehicular accident last October wherein I was the victim. I covered the expenses for both accidents. As for the April accident, I should have been more careful and focus my attention on the road. It could have not happened. As for the October accident, it was beyond my control. Now I know I should not be seating at the end of the jeep.<br /><br />My best friend also left for Singapore in 2008. Though she's here now. She'll be leaving again in afew days. I miss her terribly.<br /><br />In 2008, I had let two big concerts pass: Maroon 5 concert back in March and the Eraserheads concert last August. I'm a huge fan of Maroon 5. I've been wanting to go but for some reason I did not see it. As for the Eraserheads concert, it was something that we have been talking about in the office. Before we knew it, it was over and Ely Buendia was in the hospital after a heart attack.<br /><br />As for 2009 blessings and huge events, I was able to move to a new process and new team. I have new set of friends. I have moved to a higher analyst level. We are in a better office at The Fort. I was able to watch Gary valenciano's 25th anniversary concert.<br /><br />What does 2009 hold for me? This is the inevitable year that I'll be on my big 3-O. Yup, it's my 30th birthday in a few months. So what?! It's just a number. I want a McDonald's party for that. But I do need to think about that. If ever, i wish to see all of my friends there. I've missed out a lot of moments with my friends since I was too sleepy or too tamad to go out. My shopping hobby somehow got out-of-hand. I plan to stop or control that at least. I intend to continue saving up so that I can go on a vacation in another country or even just in the Philippines. Since I can't do hardcore exercises because of my back problem, I plan to watch what I eat instead. I should be very patient on the road and be very careful all the time.</div><div align="justify"><br />These are just plans which I hope I can concretize. I'm a work in progress and I hope and pray to do better this year. </div>rhaychhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10480659413184303108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12887048.post-81670175770471589982008-12-21T21:31:00.000-08:002009-03-01T22:35:48.428-08:00My Life on a Post-it<div align="justify"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGsHB-HkOL8rVWNT65fvp8f550Yq5kp7_uqgDxd0JIQkfxS1H6ux7eFM1CDhmIyy-aYBcE_mClq6afoyHvZRMS6cTcS4VAaD-_aLVinXMJxhfh_5i1GmSLH0p8cYbb2Uei-HhSNQ/s1600-h/scan0001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308474716674585954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 310px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGsHB-HkOL8rVWNT65fvp8f550Yq5kp7_uqgDxd0JIQkfxS1H6ux7eFM1CDhmIyy-aYBcE_mClq6afoyHvZRMS6cTcS4VAaD-_aLVinXMJxhfh_5i1GmSLH0p8cYbb2Uei-HhSNQ/s320/scan0001.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Yup that's my work of art. Noel took the time to actually interpret what I have drawn on the post-it one idle time at the office. Can you imagine he was able to come up with something from my drawing?! I agreed with some of what he said. Any other interpretation? How about you? Go figure!</span></div>rhaychhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10480659413184303108noreply@blogger.com0