The dengue experience

Yippee yey!

I'm so happy that I'm finally well and back to blogging. For a week, I've been suffering dengue and now after 124 hours of confinement, 13 finger pricks, and 2 insertions I've finally kicked dengue out of my system. Some pictures taken in the hospital.

The narration:

Day 1: "Trangkaso lang ito!"

Thursday morning when i woke up feeling very gloomy and weak. I thought this was just a common fever brought about by our amazing race. I entered math since I knew that that day will be the receiving of grades for the midterms. (Out of topic: I got 80% ^^). At the end of the class I decided not to attend my Bio1 class since I am not feeling well and I have to study for my Kas1 long exam (which again I did not review because of that amazing race [Out of topic: BTW, We won that race ^^]). In the end i was only able to review half of the topics covered in the exam since instead of reviewing I fell asleep because of the growing uneasiness in me.

SUMMARY: I only attended 2 of my 4 classes for that day.

That night I realized that I am very lucky I have friends, real ones that helps me in times of needs. Every four hours they would give me medicine, they even brought me food when I feel too nauseous to climb the stairs. When asked how I feel and I answered "OK lang trangkaso lang siguro ito."

DAY 2: "Ganito talaga ang trangkaso umaabot ng ilang araw."

Friday morning I was feeling a lot better than the night before partly because of the paracetamol and partly of the amount of liquid I intake. I woke up early and went to breakfast alone and again realized that my taste buds seems to be in a real distress and there is a trace of hot and nauseous feelings. I decided not to enter class and just continue my rest so that my body has time to recover.

BUT THEN.
2:30 pm I decided to drink to satisfy my growling stomach since I don't have my taste buds yet I only drink liquid to satisfy hunger, but after I finished I felt dizzy and started vomiting a yellow liquid my dorm mates seeing this called the RA and sent me to the infirmary. They let me rest in one of their beds gave me medicine and tested my blood. And said that I should return tomorrow for another blood test.

That night I called my mom and related to them what happened saying that this was just "trangkaso" no need to worry.

DAY 3: "Iuuwi na kita anak"

We travelled home to Nueva Vizcaya so that my parents could take care of me better.

DAY 4: "HOME SWEET HOME WITH A BITTER TASTE"

At last I was at home but then i can't try any of my mom's famous cookings since I have this bitter tastes. I think my taste buds gone array of my high temoerature.

DAY 5: Confinement

DAY 6-8: Transfusions, blood tests and BP'S

DAY 9: HOME SWEET HOME: SWEEEETTTTTTT






*In the end I would like to extend my deepest gratitude to my dorm mates and friends, san, mikko, arthur, x, elmer and the whole of basement boys, to kuya mike and ate anika, to the different donors who gave a spare of their blood to jumpstart my platelet production, to my tita and tito who gave me food and comfort, to my cousins, my gems, dra. padre, the staff of MMG, my family and God

THANK YOU for being there no matter what, for making things bearable and memorable, thank you guys

Mababaw na luha

Sa labing anim na taong buhay ko madalang akong umiyak. Mabibilang lang sa kamay ang mga pangyayaring nagpaluha sa aking mga mata madalas dahil sa pagsampal sa akin ng sarili kong pagiging mahina. Ako’y may limitasyon, hindi kasing lakas ni superman, kasing bilis ni the flash at kasing tapang ni naruto. Ako’y isang mahinang bata lamang, umiiyak pag nadapa at humahagulgol pag nasaktan.

First year High School ako nung mapahiya ako sa harap ng klase sapagkat di ko masagutan ang isang tanong, isang tanong pang sipnayan. Umiyak ako, hindi dahil napahiya ako, hindi dahil lahat ng tao maliban sa akin ang alam ang sagot, umiyak ako dahil pinamukha sa aking hanggang duon lang ako, na yun lang ang kaya ko.

Pinangako ko sa sarili kong magmula ngayong di ko na ipapakitang mahina ako.

Fourth year umiyak na naman ako ng walang nakakaalam. Walang nakakakaalam sapagkat pilit kong ikinukubli ang sarili sa mascara at ilusyong matatag ako, na kaya ko. Umiyak ako dahil sa isang napaka walang kwentang dahilan. Umiyak ako dahil sa babaeng minahal ko na hindi naniniwala sa akin. Umiyak ako dahil muli nakahanap na naman ng paraan ang tadhanang ipakita sa akin ang kakulangan ko, kakulangan ng lakas na loob para sabihin ang totoo.

Naging malaking biro ang lahat sa mata nila.

Sinabi ko sa sarili ko na sa pagtapak ko sa Unibersidad ng Pilipinas na hindi na ako iiyak, Na kakayanin ko ang lahat maging ano pa man ang ihagis nila sa akin.

Kanina lang dumating ang aking daddy tulad ng dati upang maghatid ng malinis at maduming damit, Wala naming bago. Tumawag siya kay mom, nag usap sila at narinig ko ang tungkol sa operasyon, tinanong ko si dad kung ano yun. May bukol pala sa mata ang aking 3 taong gulang na kapatid at sinabi ng doctor na ipa opera daw. Marahil di ganu ka seryoso yun pero takot akong baka isa yun sa kinakatukang sakit, kanser. Siguro OA nga lang ako pero dahil sa kasaysayan ng aking tatay na nagkaroon ng kanser hindi niyo rin ako masisisi sa pagbuhos ng luha. Naiyak ako dahil nandito ako sa malayo nagpapakasaya habang ang bunso ko palang kapatid ay baka maoperahan sa mata, naiyak ako dahil hindi ako makauwi upang maipakita man lang na nag aalala ako sa kanya.

Patawad kung biglang naging seryoso ako o nag paka emo. Sabihin na nila gusto nila pero blog ko ito wala silang pakialam sa gusto kong isulat dito. Nagsusulat ako upang maibsan ang aking nararamdaman,

P.S. Kung itatanong mo sa akin kung sino yung babaeng minahal ko nun, di ko aaminin, sorry ka na lang ^^

Manila 2024

Building up on the Olympic heat, here are some facts and trivia that might be of interest to you.

***Men's 200m breaststroker Teofilo Yldefonzo won the Philippines' first Olympic medal when he won bronze in the 1928 Amsterdam Games behind Japanese champion Yoshiyuki Tsuruta.

Yldefonzo also won bronze in 1932 in the 200m breaststroke, with Tsuruta again taking gold.

The Philippines has won nine Olympic medals in total, but never gold. Its two silver medals were both won by boxers - Anthony Villanueva in 1964 and Mansueto Valesco in 1996.***

And I was surfing the net when I came across this blog saying that the Philippines is bidding to host the 2024 Summer Olympics. Hmmmm....







The question is "ARE WE READY?". You see unlike China, The Philippines does not have enough resources to host such a huge event. This Olympics, China spent a fortune of 44 Billion Dollars (estimated value). The most expensive Olympic event in history. But I trust that in 18 years time, The Philippines would attain the position in which we are more than capable to take the challenge of hosting such an event (too optimistic huh?).

According to Manila2024, the government proposed to build large, spacious and better stadiums and other sport centers for the games and will be equipped with High- Technology Facilities to ensure fair and honest games. They will also build a comfortable and spacious Olympic Village for the athletes and a high- class hotel for the Olympic Family.

Well, we still have 18 years to prepare (So ready your Piggy Banks ^^). By that time I would be 34 years old and hopefully help prepare my country in bearing such honor of hosting the event.

Taking Math17 exams

I love Math.

I'm not boasting or anything but Math is a really easy subject for me because you don't have to pass any projects, memorize names or dates. Since kinder I was not really reviewing for any math exams be it a simple activity or a long exam, for me Math was and will always be "just that".

Then came the Math 17 midterms exam.

Unlike the other previous Math exams I took there was this feeling of "impending doom". That's why unlike previous exams, this one I studied TWO DAYS before!!! Imagine that?

The exam happened last August 16, 2008 2 - 4 pm. Because almost half of the freshies (like me) are taking Math17 this sem, Math building could not accommodate us so we were distributed to different buildings. Imagine UPCAT but less takers and less cars. ^^

I was assigned to take the exam in PH1327 (Chem. Pav.). I was kind of excited so we left Kalai at about 1:30pm (AS time) and despite the laughter I could really feel that all of us were really tense.

I arrived at the building about 1:45 pm. I started to look for my room. I climb and climb. I was really shocked when I couldn’t find my room because the rooms were only up to PH1326 so imagine me almost crying because I thought I wouldn't take exam because of the stupid reason that I can find my room. But thankfully I did, It was just a wall away. ^^

The room accommodated two sections both of which were Sir Jelo’s class. It was fairly humid and fairly cool. I was really thankful that my nose didn’t explode from over nose bleeding. I finished the test confident that I would not fail.

Some tips in taking Math exams:
I. Pre - exam
1. Make sure you know the basics. Math is a chronological process. And that the basic principles are your foundation to higher “nosebleed-incurring” math.
* You cannot solve 2^2 if you do not know 2 x 2 right?
2. Swallow your pride and ask what you don’t know to your prof or your friend who happen to know a lot about the subject. Remember it is better to look dumb once than be dumb forever.
3. Group Study!!! Study with friends and really study together not talk and talk.
4. Study alone!!! I know this is contradicting with my first statement but sometimes there are things that won’t seem to stay in your mind so what you do is go to a quiet room and study there. It really helps.
5. Find your testing room. This prevents confusion in the actual taking of the exam.
6. Study 3 or 2 days before. Do not CRAM.
7. Sleep early the night before the exam. Some prefer sleeping late to study but for me sleeping early helps in having a clear mind during the exam.
8. LASTLY, Relax. You are not a robot for Pete’s sake give your mind a rest once in a while it will not only distress you but it will give the brain more time to digest what you have studied

“Luck favors the prepared mind”

Although the process of reviewing and recalling subjects was excruciatingly hard, my love for Math would never cease.

The dilnet experiment

Weeeeh!!!

Good news guys,

I was about to head home (kalai my second balay) from the UP computer center when i tried to open youtube and to my surprise *gasp* It did open. Normally it wouldn't because it is one of those "bandwith hags" that is forbidden when using dilnet,. It was about 5:04pm when I made the discovery, I researched about this and discovered that from 5pm to 8am forbidden (forsaken more likely hehe) would be open for access but it is just in its experimental stage meaning IT IS UNCERTAIN IF THIS WOULD BE FOREVER.


for more information visit mail.up.edu.ph

bye for now coz I would really take advantage of the opportunity

Tonight I write the saddest lines by Pablo Neruda

One of the best Poems I've read

Hope you like it guys

TONIGHT I WRITE THE SADDEST LINES

I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.

Write, for instance: “The night is full of stars,
and the stars, blue, shiver in the distance.”

The night wind whirls in the sky and sings.

I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

On nights like this, I held her in my arms.
I kissed her so many times under the infinite sky.

She loved me, sometimes I loved her.
How could I not have loved her large, still eyes?

I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
To think I don’t have her. To feel that I’ve lost her.

To hear the immense night, more immense without her.
And the poem falls to the soul as dew to grass.

What does it matter that my love couldn’t keep her.
The night is full of stars and she is not with me.

That’s all. Far away, someone sings. Far away.
My soul is lost without her.

As if to bring her near, my eyes search for her.
My heart searches for her and she is not with me.

The same night that whitens the same trees.
We, we who were, we are the same no longer.

I no longer love her, true, but how much I loved her.
My voice searched the wind to touch her ear.

Someone else’s. She will be someone else’s. As she once
belonged to my kisses.
Her voice, her light body. Her infinite eyes.

I no longer love her, true, but perhaps I love her.
Love is so short and oblivion so long.

Because on nights like this I held her in my arms,
my soul is lost without her.

Although this may be the last pain she causes me,
and this may be the last poem I write for her.

Don't forget to wear your happyslip ;)

If you happened to watch Happyslip videos from youtube or any other video streaming websites then you've probably heard this famous line from Happyslip. Happyslip really meant half slip the innercloth you wear so that if ever your dress is transluscent your naked body will not be visible for the "rest of the world to see". Going back Christine Gambito a.k.a Happyslip is one of the most famous vloggers (video blog) out there. Her hillarious immitations of a typical filipino family in the states does not insult us but well honor the filipino values that is still being practiced eventhough miles away from home.

An excerpt form wikipedia.com

" Christine Gambito, better known by her screen name HappySlip, is an Internet celebrity^[1] and popular YouTube content provider. She maintains one of YouTube's most subscribed channels. On January 25, 2008, Gambito was appointed ambassador for Philippine tourism by the Department of Tourism.^[2]

In March 2007, Gambito's video Mixed Nuts was nominated for the 2006 YouTube Video Awards for Best Comedy,^[3] resulting in the second place to Smosh.^[4] In May of the same year, she became one of the first YouTube users accepted into YouTube's revenue sharing program.^[1]

Gambito's performances typically include comedy sketches in which she impersonates members of her family. She also sings and plays the piano or guitar. As Gambito has stated repeatedly in her videos, she is notably one of the very few top users acting, filming, editing and producing her shorts completely on her own."



Watch her and you'll see
www.happyslip.com

Revamping in 3 2 1....

I just viewed my page as a guest and OMG I just realized it really sucks. That's why for the next week or so I'll be learning css and xhtml from a friend and try to fix this suckish blog. So bye for now

The curse of being a call center agent

This is in relation to my other post (May Pik American Aksint), you may well assume that I got so interested to call center agent's every day life that when a friend of mine (www.conradmiguel.com) told me about this recording about a PLDT call center agent who became hysterical in a typical technical support call that I immidiately searched for it online. This is how it goes:

The customer's name is Raul and I forgot the name of the agent.

So Raul calls the PLDT hotline complaining about their telephone connection and was saying "E diba binabayaran namin yan? Pano na yan?". And because of the hassle it brings he muttered "And so problema na namin yun? E ****ina naman yan. Then the agent can be heard muttering back "P*****ina mo rin..." supposedly because she forgot to push the mute button when she cursed. Then... it is better if you hear it first hand this is the link

HERE

May Pik Amirikan Aksint (My fake american accent)

Hello there,

Last July 31, I watched the indie film "My fake American accent" and that was the first ever film I watched in the 2008 cinemalaya (though it was really the first movie of Cinemalaya I have ever watched).

Here's the synopsis of the story from lilokpelikula.wordpress.com:

"My Fake American Accent examines the boom of the call center industry in the Philippines, undoubtedly the fastest-rising commerce in local shores that employs thousands of fresh graduates, undergraduate students, and even professionals to support the growing needs of their families. A phenomenon that started almost ten years ago, the industry prides itself as the strongest battery of our economy. Considering its growth, the Philippines can actually outlast India in the outsourcing business because they say we speak better English - - and that’s what we get from Hollywood and Playboy in the last one hundred years of cultural imperialism - - but that’s another story. Perhaps it’s safe to say that the Filipino mindset in terms of work is sacrificial, that is, one person is equivalent to five, six, seven, or even more members. That’s why when the breadwinner dies, everyone dies, or in coma. It is not an easy job - - contrary to the speculations of the narrow-minded - - and the film tells us so. The choice of topic is clever and promising, only that I believe Trespeces and Valera should have been given more time to develop their script and polish their characters to enable them to dig deeper in the milieu - - because I’ve been there before and yes I find their insights keen and well-rounded, except for the fact that it hasn’t presented a plate of dessert, something we know nothing of, something that can let us examine ourselves and what we are doing at that moment sitting there and watching a film, something that strikes us harshly - - because life in the call center world is indeed harsh - - harsher than the battle between team leaders, harsher than keeping up with the handling time, harsher than the Americans threatening to bitchslap you, harsher than the lung cancer and aneurysm that you might get from the smoke and body clock interference, harsher than stupid co-workers who look, smell, and act like zombies, and harsher than this life in third world that serves the countries who treated us as slaves before, and now we’re doing it again, in the comfort of air-conditioned offices with shower rooms and lounge areas - - it is a consent of slavery. I understand that the writers want a lighter take on the subject and I admire that. The conflicts arise naturally because they come from the characters themselves - - the dimensions of their lives eaten up by pseudo-corporate work - - and that’s the edge. But my only problem is the treatment. The humor is there but it falls short - - it’s almost there but the crest of the wave touches only the tip of our emotions, it seems to hold back and stop and start all over again; the manner how some scenes are delivered and edited is just out of place. The simplicity and lightheadedness must have overcome me, but aside from that, I guess I’m missing the point."

Come to think of it I think its quite hard to be one because of the dangers of working at graveyard shifts, the disturbance of the body clock, and those hot headed customers who only knows how to blabber.

I salute you guys..