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Sm Little Stars is the ultimate kiddie talent search open for all cute, photogenic/telegenic, charming, talented kids with pleasing personality ages 4 to 7 from June 13 to August 28, 2011 at different SM Malls nationwide.

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Application forms are available at the Mall' Administration Office at any branch of SM Supermalls. The form can also be downloaded at www.smsupermalls.com 

All applicants are required to make a purchase worth P200 on SM Department Store Children's Wear brands within the promo period thats from June 13 to July 17, 2011.

Audition Dates: July 2, 3, 16, and 17, 2011

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Requirements: 
  • filled-up application form signed by the parents
  • present proof of accumulated purchases/OR
  • original and photocopy of Birth Certificate
  • 2 copies of 4R size picture - a close up shot and full body shot taken with light make-up
For more info just drop by at SM or visit their website. For interested parties in Bicol contact the event coordinator, Tita Sharona of Hair Majesty Salon.

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Located in front of E-Mall and adjacent to Bolofers.




It's Wednesday and somehow I'd like to keep this as my fashion day post or at least fashion related post. I suck in fashion blogging so I'll just post anything that has lots of pictures and this will be a sort of Wordless Wednesday but with a few words or maybe tons, it depends I'm a talkative blogger... hehe.

I discovered from another bicolana's blog this Kikayism. I've known the word for a long time but I wasn't aware that there's some sort of movement, organization, affiliation or anything you might call a group that is inspired by this word. I'd like to consider myself a supporter... and maybe I am kikay too. But I doubt if I were hip or trendy, maybe or maybe not?

-ism" marks a word as one signifying a theory, or system of principles; a distinctive or characteristic trait; a practice or behavior. "kikay" is a Filipino slang word- hip, trendy, kitsch, femme.Kikayism is a celebration of today’s modern Filipina, and her desire to express herself through personal preference and style. Though she may be an admirer of art and fashion, she manages to maintain an utmost awareness of the role she plays in today’s society. She is keen on advocating nationalism, aware of the different capabilities Filipino citizens are able to harness by means of skill and talent; hence, Kikayism proudly supports locally made products! In honoring national diversity, Kikayism has made it a point to promote products made from local resources in various Philippine provinces. We hope to encourage the Filipino craftsmen and women who simply look to earn a little extra income through their creativity and hard work. 
Source: Kikayism Facebook Page
















So on with my fashion post and being kikay for a day at least. This was the same day we discovered BioFresh Flexgel after store hopping in Iriga we went straight malling in Naga and now I realized that window shopping gives me mix emotions. Happy that it's almost like shopping but then sad that I can't buy all the things that I like... sigh. But you need to be practical or you'll end up somewhere else scary.

Don't worry I got pictures so it's just like owning them though you can see it everyday but you can't wear them anymore.

The Eye Candies
It's too sweet you almost want to eat its yumminess haha. It won't be called eye candies for nothing, right?

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I heart the colors its very trendy and therefore not something I will buy.
It's cute but not really very practical. The colors are screaming.
Knowing me I know  I'll get to use this very rarely since I'm more of a flip-flop or wedge gal.
But for a gift, why not? hehe

The Boho
Very festive yet simple and comfortable this one's my kind. I want to take home every pair except for the gladiators. I wasn't able to take a pic of the one I truly heart =(

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The Killer Heels
This one is something you would want for a special occasion. One time big time, I won't buy you you'll probably just hurt my pocket and my feet haha. But you're cute if only I can wear you in the wet market hehe.

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The Wedges
This is my kind of heels for they're tricky. They look intimidating but then very very much wearable because it's much comfortable than pumps. They're available in cute colors too.

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The Parisian Plus
It's great news for people who have plus size feet. There's actually a line made just for you. They're really huge. I'm wondering are there really girls who have those huge feet? My feet look like a child's feet wearing 'em.

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I just save your time for a trip to the mall. But if you still want to, go on no one's stopping you from enjoying life's simple pleasures like window shopping or just eating out. But make sure you know how to resist the urge and the impulse to buy, they're kinda like the modern gals enemy, ya know.

I got a tip, don't bring too much moolah than you need for a day that will help you fight the shopaholic in you. That way you can think it through if you really want the purchase then if you finally decided you can always go back the next day but most of the time the urge to buy gets lost after a few hours so you just save yourself a few bucks again from crazy spending in unnecessary things.

I also believe that if it's for you, it's for you so don't caught up in urgency. Then if the item was already gone when you came back don't cry over spilled milk, there are always better things to come so don't fret. You'll get what you need just the right time you need it.

Is this still about shopping? Hope so... haha.

Have a great day everyone!


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Today I am grateful for having a family. It's not perfect for nothing is perfect. There's cat fight once awhile, arguments, and conflicts but that's life and we're still here, surviving and still intact midst the trials.

I'd like to excuse myself for not taking much time about the title of this post. Well, it was father's day and Rizal's bday and Naga City chartered anniv, that's triple treat but on a personal note we only have two celebrations: Father's day and my cousin's bday.

I just came up with Double Trouble but it's a celebration albeit a fun one... haha I'm not making sense I know but well to enjoy life you don't really need everything to make sense.

June 19's manoy's 28th bday. He's just one year older than me. We all grew up very close exchanging summers in our homes and celebrating almost every occasion together. Looking back he's the first one to mature and to this day he's still the most spiritual. He gave me the guidance and care I needed during my down days.

He even had this offering just for his birthday.



The food's great especially the salad and grilled liempo, we had little nice family chitchats and Judge Caring join us in this celebration with few friends and videoke of course.


Life is good, indeed.

I'm slacking in this post...
                too happy to think straight and make sense...
                                                                            let's just chill =)


 Let's celebrate people when we still have them. Let's celebrate life while we're still in it. 

This is an exact replica of the post card sold then
that we submitted as projects
for Sibika and Kultura or Hekasi.
José Protasio Rizal Mercado y Alonso Realonda WAS my childhood hero next to my father. He had been an inspiration when it comes to my studies THEN. I think most kids back then admire him most because his portrait is in every classrooms and almost every school has a monument honoring him and his life was introduced and taught to kids as early as kindergarten (picture and name at least.)

I still remember when I was in 2nd Grade having a regular night time session of memorizing and learning 10 words from a specific letter in the alphabet. Let's say this Monday 10 words from letter A, tomorrow 10 from B, next 10 from C and so on. It was just my idea and my parents didn't even know about it. They were even wondering why I'm always with our bulky dictionary the whole time I'm at home even while watching TV.

But don't ask me now for I've never succeeded. Hay like reading all the books and learning a new language I gave up, I'm too young to waste my life racing with a polymath. I realized that when I reached high school so I wasted my time somewhere, on something different but I still love reading yet not so much that it had to be the center of my life.

Hey, this should be about Rizal not me. Sorry I forgot, got carried away on the nostalgia... haha.

So Rizal or "Pepe" as called by his family is the Philippines National Hero. (see wiki) The seventh child with 10 siblings, 9 of whom were girls. A son of Francisco Mercado Rizal, a farmer and Teodora Alonzo y Quintos both from distinguished families.

Indeed Rizal is a genius of his time, the Tagalog Hamlet. He can rival Shakespeare with his works and may be even more.
 "A versatile genius, he was an architect, artists, businessman, cartoonist, educator, economist, ethnologist, scientific farmer, historian, inventor, journalist, linguist, musician, mythologist, nationalist, naturalist, novelist, opthalmic surgeon, poet, propagandist, psychologist, scientist, sculptor, sociologist, and theologian."
(see Jose Rizal: A Biographical Sketch)


I was able to memorize his biography then because of the projects in grade school and it paved my way to reach the Regional Press-Conference as a feature writer just writing about him. Yep, we have a great team along with my favorite teacher/coach Mrs. Clavo. That's why I heart Rizal that much those times but then Andres Bonifacio life came in full blown in high school and gossips and controversies encircled Rizal's life in college. He's still my hero but only next to Andres...


Andres Tormes, haha joke that's my lolo's name. (Oops don't visit me now, just suddenly remember you Tatay. Name recall that's about it. Peace! P.S. When are you all going to fetch me? lol)




Additional readings: 


Genius has no country. It blossoms everywhere. Genius is like the light, the air. It is the heritage of all.


To live is to be among men, and to be among men is to struggle, a struggle not only with them but with oneself; with their passions, but also with one's own.


Filipinos don't realize that victory is the child of struggle, that joy blossoms from suffering, and redemption is a product of sacrifice.


The tyranny of some is possible only through the cowardice of others.


The world laughs at another man's pain.


He who would love much has also much to suffer.


I go where there are no slaves, hangmen or oppressors;


Where faith does not kill; where the one who reigns is God.

( see quotes by Jose Rizal)




I borrowed the title from this essay:



Rizal is the spirit of contradiction; a soul that dreads the revolution, although deep down desires it.








Miguel de Unamuno, philosopher-writer, in his essay "Rizal, the Tagalog Hamlet", in Rizal: Contrary Essays (1990)


By the way, Yo Lolo Jose, Happy 150th bday
and in case you're still too busy up there
you're a pretty cool icon now!



In case you would want to know, I know your famous line:

"Ang hindi magmahal sa sariling wika ay higit pa sa isang malansang isda


I have a great excuse it's called globalization. I'm writing so that I'm relatable and everyone can understand me but I talk in my dialect.

Hmmm, Now I just want to ask you why did you write most of your writings in a different language, specifically in the mother tongue of the oppressors

And in what language are your thoughts, mine is a pretty give away here in my blog... =)



In a country who loves basketball it is just so right on time for Naga City to introduce a new game to the locals. Football isn't really that new. We've heard it from Europe and other parts of the world and some Filipinos are already playing it for years now but there's never really an official competition conducted for the love of football.

(Photo and Quoted Text source: Naga City Inter-Barangay Futsal Tournament Official Facebook Page)
Futsal, from its Spanish term Futbol (football) de Sala(indoor), is a type of football game where it is played indoors. It is a 5v5 format, which means 5 versus 5 players, where players will wear rubber shoes since it will be played not on the field but rather on a cemented/wooden floor. Special rules will apply for this type of football and a ball different from the regular football type will also be used, a smaller (size 4) and less bouncy ball. (see FIFA's About for Futsal)
Participants of tournament will come from the 27 Barangays that composes the City of Naga. The tournament will be available for Men and Women with the following age brackets: Under13, Under19, and Open.
The tournament will be held at LCC Naga located in Barangay Sabang, Naga City- a one-ride away from Centro. The tournament will commence on the 23rd of May 2011 and is projected to end on June 4, 2011, every 3:00PM until 8:00PM from Monday to Saturday.

Kudos to the City Government of Naga and to the organizers of this event for this is the first ever in the Philippines Inter-barangay Futsal Tournament. This will be a doorway for talented kids we have in the community for Football is a game where Filipinos can excel and be competitive even in the International scene or whatever --- this is fun, so let's just have some clean fun and say "NO TO DRUGS."

Hail Football and cheers to the future Azkals of the Philippines.


p.s. I've attended the opening program but forgot to post this immediately. Sorry for the late feature but you still have a chance to watch until June 4, better late than never  =)




It's Holy Week and I don't know but "Banal na Aso, Santong Kabayo" is always the first song that comes to mind. From what's happening nowadays it seems this is the perfect theme song for Lenten Season.

It seems Lenten Season had been very different. People were all like treating it as a "vacacion grande", well, it is sort of but with all the hype about those fancy vacations they seem to forget the real essence and meaning of the occasion. This is supposed to be a week of reflection, of penitence, and of changing our ways but it seems it had turn out to be a great drinking spree.

Old traditions are still here. Good? Sure but not until you hear what's beyond the stories now of events. The church seemed to start turning our religion into a big money-making business. Just take a look with the Easter Angels. According to older generation Easter Angels were chosen because of their health. The more sickly the kid, the more they're picked to be part of that event because they said it cures them. It was like they are offering their kids to HIM and in turn HE blessed them with good health.

Now? If you don't have much money don't expect your child to be an Easter Angel. It seems it had become a privilege for the wealthy. 

Pasyon. Passion of the Christ used to be a solemn prayer that are sung it is still is but people actually ask money from Government Officials for sponsorship. And in some areas it seem they're just making it an excuse for permission to conduct gambling events along with the reading... tsk.tsk.

What about those who let themselves crucified literally? Used to do it out of pure faith. Now? Purely fake. It seems some are doing it for the money. Foreign media had been paying these people for a scoop. (I've watched an exposé of this somewhere on TV, can't remember the exact channel but it was a full-length documentary about this issue.) 

"Season of Seasonal Faith" according to one of my friends' fb status. Truly it is. Because after this week those who have been crucified in the cross, done bloody penitence, the ones who went "Visita Iglesia," most of them (I am not saying all) they're going back to their normal life. Some will attend Sunday mass regularly but just like in the song after the mass they will go on with their old self. Cursing people, hurting others, lying, stealing and all the bad things that you can think of. 

I don't go to church now but I attend "Healing Mass" on TV. I don't consider myself religious now but I am very much spiritual. I still consider myself Catholic but not really hardcore. See I am supposed to give up internet for a week according to the Church's Lenten guide but I won't. I reflect everyday through my blog, this is my way of doing my faith. I pray and talk to HIM every moment I can and I don't think I really need to tell everyone about that. I am not like "Willie Revillame" I don't believe that I need to tell anyone whether I am a good person because for sure they'll know that on their own. 

"Being powerful is like being a lady. If you have to tell people you are, you're not."

---Margaret Thatcher.



I would like to use that quote changing powerful to being good or being holy or whatever that is. You don't declare it, you just accept it and go on with your life. It really doesn't matter whether people know or not it is what's in your heart and soul and my faith I believe is between me and my GOD. 

And one reason too. I don't want to be a parasite with HIM and I am very much sorry that at the moment I am to my mother. Forgive me for that. I treat HIM like my best friend. I tell all and never leave anything behind, HE knows the unedited version of my life through my prayers and it's not because I know I can't hide anything from HIM anyways but because I wanted to and I trust HIM.

But I am still praying that one day my eagerness in attending mass in church will return soon. It has been my habit not to attend mass when I am disturb. It's like showing up to your best friend's house and all you can say while talking to her is "Okay" and then "pardon?" for your mind is wandering somewhere else, isn't insulting? It's never my habit to show up when all I can bring to the table are problems. They say Loneliness loves company but not me. I isolate myself when I only spell trouble for it make me more guilty drowning others into my pit, it's just isn't fair.

I believe that to be able to achieve true happiness, 10% will be prayer and 90% is all up to me. I'm working on it. I don't know but I feel ashamed to go to church and ask for material things, I think I'm the one who should take care of it and do the work not HIM. When it materializes I know and I've promised I'll definitely show up in HIS doorstep to celebrate with HIM and to thank HIM for all the guidance. But for now please EXCUSE me I have a life to live and I'm just ain't up for pretenses. I won't do it half-heartedly and never inside of a holy place. I'm maybe blogging during your "Walk of Faith" or maybe sleeping while you are all up early for the Easter Mass. So yes I am not HOLY during your HOLY week but my faith ain't SEASONAL either.



natuto ako saiyong lumaban
nasanay akong maging matatag sa buhay
makiramdam sa bulong ng hangin
magtampisaw sa buhos ng ulan
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naalala mo pa?
nakilasa ako sa pait ng iyong inumin
nakilanghap sa usok ng iyong paghinga
nakiiyak sa istorya ng nobela
nakitawa sa kababawan ng kalokohan
nakisigaw sa poot na pilit nililimot
nakihanap sa misteryong bumabalot
naalala mo pa ba?
sabay tayong tumikim at sumuka
sabay sumakit ang baga sa ubong di makaya
sabay natuyuan ng luha sa mga problema
sabay nagmanhid ang mga panga sa katatawa
sabay namaos sa pagmumura
sabay naupos sa paniniwala
pero…
bakit hindi mo ngayon masabi
sa akin ang katotohanan
ang katotohanang pilit mong itinatago
sa likod ng iyong katauhan
takot ka na rin ba?
noon sabi mo
wala akong dapat ikatakot
bakit ngayon
bumaliktad ang mundo ng ikot
isa na rin ba ako
sa mga taong iba sayo
sa tingin mo’y manghuhusga,
mandudura at magsasawa sa labo ng utak mo
magbabago ng dahil lang sa pagkakamali mo
bibitaw dahil lang iba ang paniniwala mo
nalampasan na natin ito
kailangan bang ulit-ulitin ko
iba ako sa mga taong nakilala mo
simple, wala mang kuwenta pero totoo
sasabayan ka anuman ang mundo mo
magmukha man akong ‘tadong gago
ano kaibigan ko
kumusta na ang buhay mo
totoo ba ang ngiti sa labi mo
bakit iba ang sinasabi ng mata mo?


huwag kang magpapaniwala

masyado kang mapagtiwala

huwag kang nagpapatuhog sa animoy ginto

huwag kang mahuhulog sa makamundo

hindi ka nag-iisa

marami pa din sila

isipin mo ang iyong ginagawa

hindi lang ikaw ang nasisira

hindi lang ikaw ang malalanta

dahil hindi lang ikaw ang sampagita

ano bang halaga ng mga nakasabit saiyong tenga

kumpara sa iyong kaluluwa

pahalagahan mo ang sarili mo

katulad ng pagpapahalaga mo sa mga ginto mo.

ang totoo

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gusto kong malaman ang totoo

ano kayang totoo

sa hindi totoo

sino kaya ang totoo

sino kaya ang hindi totoo

ano kayang paniniwalaan ko

yong totoo o yong hindi totoo

ano bang gusto mong isipin ko

yong kasinungalingang ginagawang totoo

o iyong totoong sa kasinungalingan ibinabato

ang totoo

magulo ang totoo

dahil maraming kasinungalingang nababalot sa totoo

at mga katotohanan namang balot sa panloloko

ang totoo

marunong na akong magpakatotoo

dati na akong totoo

hindi mo lang matanggap ang totoo

kasi hindi tungkol sayo ang totoo

ang totoo

inakala kong ikaw ang totoo

pero ang totoo nalaman ko

ang totoo

nagkamali ako

ng akalain ko na ikaw ang totoo

ang totoo

isa lang ang mahal ko

isa pa lang ang minahal ko

ang imahe na pinaaalala mo

ang totoo

kasalanan ko

nakita ko sayo ang larawan

ng nag-iisang asawa ng nanay ko...

kaya alam ko naglolokohan lang tayo.



takot

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ano yan?

wala ako niyan

bakit ako matatakot?

ano ba ang dapat katakutan?

wala naman di ba?

ayoko lang masaktan

ayokong lumuha dahil wala na akong iluluha

sobra kasi akong lumuha

ayokong magmukhang tanga

dahil dati na akong tanga

matagal ng nagpapakatanga

ayoko ng magmahal

dahil wala namang magmamahal

pero habambuhay pa ring nagmamahal

ayoko ng mangarap

dahil wala namang patutunguhan

araw araw kung pangarap

ayoko ng magsalita

dahil wala namang nakikinig

minu-minuto kong ibinubulong

ayoko ng makialam

dahil lahat naman walang pakialam

walang oras na hindi nakikiramdam

ayoko

dahil takot ako

takot pala ako

takot ako sa mundo

takot ako sa kanila

takot ako saiyo

hindi

takot ako sa sarili ko!




Diabetes runs in the history of our family. My grandfather on my father side had been blinded and died because of complications, my father too, as well as his eldest sister and now my mom had acquired it and is now on daily insulin shots so that leaves me to be next in line and the sad part is no matter how you live healthy and do the right stuff it's impossible for me to avoid it since it is both hereditary and can be acquired.

I am still on the philosophy that "If it's your time, then it's your time" no matter where you are, what you do if you need to go, then you need to go anytime, anywhere and there's nothing you can do to stop it. So I still eat what I want and live the way I want it to be in the meantime. It isn't healthy for health buffs but I think it's healthy for my soul however a lot will oppose my view about it especially my mom but I prefer heaving a healthy mind for now my focus is there and exercise is the farthest thing in my mind right now but it's on my list to do but not yet for now.

Even though not my choice but I'm sharing a home with a diabetic so it means we need to live and share lifestyles and it includes being on a same diet most of the time. Well, my mom don't force me to eat anything I don't want and neither force me to do things but it doesn't mean I don't get a consistent nag about not eating healthy, not exercising and all that stuff.

But somehow I like what she cooks so most of the time I'm eating healthy because of it so yes I can say I'm in a diabetic diet somehow and that's good because I don't need to adjust much when I'm already there (still wishing I won't inherit it and hope this way I won't acquire it too.)

She had been planting and growing plants in a vacant lot in our subdivision and in a garden in the school where she's still teaching until now and we call it her mini farm-ville. From time to time we get our fruit supplies from those, she share a few to our neighbors and we keep enough for our consumption, bananas are the largest produce so it's the fruit that we give out the most whenever it's bearing fruits if it's not we buy it in the market...

(Mangoes are from Cebu included in my sister's pasalubong)
I'm glad that she's done with carrot juices and shakes because it taste disgusting. It was fine with apples but then she said apples had a lot of fertilizers so not healthy and it's too sweet. Now I'm glad that she made this shake yesterday...


pure mango-banana-papaya shake no sugar
Still a bit bland taste like hospital food but with banana bits it's pretty tasty already So that's what I learned in time... I just need to figure out little things, modify something or add a few things here and there so it fits my taste buds but for her cooking I'm fine with it no need to adjust anything it's delicious and I'm not saying this because she's my mom because I won't say that even if she is. After all no one can make me eat anything that I don't want. So the stir-fried vegetable with squid that came along with the shake, I've passed, No thank you, the shake will do. Maybe it's delicious but sorry I don't eat squids and this had been my alternative...

March 17 about 6:00 pm just before dinner my mom asked me if I felt cold, I said "Nope, why should I since the temperature is just normal maybe a little hotter than colder." She shrugged and wonder why she felt it's too cold and headed back to her room to watch TV and I thought everything's just fine.

After half past ten in the evening she went to the bathroom and asked me to prepare coffee since she can no longer stand how cold she felt and she was trembling. When I handed her the cup of coffee it was impossible for her to stir it using the spoon but she still tried to drink it but it ended up spilling everywhere. I'm already panicky because it was the first time I actually seen someone tremble like that and chilling like how it was in the movie with people who had epilepsy however it's milder than that it's still is alarming for me. Then I was thankful that my sister and Jay came in just the right time to return the car so we immediately rush her to the hospital but before that she had vomited everywhere the house and in the car and all I could do was leave a status message in Facebook that we are rushing her to the hospital hoping that our family and friends would read that and by any chance be informed immediately as we can't waste more time on informing them one by one because we were in an emergency.

Few tests are done and after the doctor examined and right before she was advised to be admitted she already wanted to go home and said she's fine. But we all opposed to it because her condition isn't that clear yet and we still didn't have the test result thus we didn't have the idea of what causes the trembling, chilling and vomiting.

So I was in-charged with the admission papers, everything's fine I'd been doing this for years since my father had been in-and-out of hospitals since I was seven or maybe even younger than that and I've been in-charged of processing all hospital related papers when I was in high school until his death in 1999 and with my sister's leukemia and just this December my mom had been here because of a vehicular accident so this is pretty easy for me you might think. Yes and No. Paperworks yes but dealing with my being in a hospital premise again is a big No. I actually had passed the chance to be with my sister in the 3rd hospital where she had died for so many reasons and the major one is this. Hospitals bring back memories of suffering and lost to me. For me it is a euphemism of a graveyard.  I know it shouldn't be that negative since they cure people here but with my experiences you can't blame me for scaring away in touching its grounds but I know I have no choice but be there for my mom so I have to set aside those personal reasons and be brave to face the reality that is now.

As we settled the rooms they said that the only available rooms are the 2 most expensive one. Oh my, we are in a hospital that people in this local city had given an alias "Money Seton Hospital" and called it by that instead of its real name Mother Seton Hospital and locals sure do have enough reasons to label it such as that. So being in the most expensive hospital in Bicol and they are saying that we need to choose between 2 expensive rooms well it would be pretty expensive for someone who belongs in the lower middle class like us. But we have no choice it's either here or in some other hospitals that wouldn't be at par with the services here and comfortability that it can offer. In fairness to them this is actually on the top-notch compare to other hospitals here but I would never say the word "best" because it isn't in the real sense of that word.

We actually went for the most expensive since the choices would be a room with A/C and a refrigerator or a room with A/C, TV and telephone. Of course my mom would prefer the TV on top of all and I know that for a fact so I had chosen the latter with her preference in my mind, after all she's the patient that needs to be entertained not me. On a practical note what would be the use of a chiller for us? We don't drink cold water and we like to order our food from restaurants since we want it served hot and this hospital doesn't have microwaves in any room.

We both have this Quantum Flask where you have to put drinking water  (not cold) and it will turn it into alkaline water in seconds and this sure works wonder.
Jay and I went back to our house to get the necessary stuff for the following days we have to spend in the hospital though we were all hoping that we'll be out by noon that very same day. We grab everything as fast as we can, clean the vomits in the house and the car and went back to the hospital. When everything was settled about 3:00 am and my mom was already asleep in her room, we opted to grab something to eat since we were all hungry by that time. It was Jay's birthday also but we all knew it wasn't time to celebrate yet not with happenings like this so we just went to Magsaysay since I'm craving for Miggy's sisig but it was already close and the next option would be Haidnhor Shawarma and yes, that's the only resto opened at that wee hour. (What happened to Bigg's Diner branch here then?)

Sizzling Shawarma with 3 cheeses and 2 roti + 7 additional roti
They drove me back to the hospital and they went packing their bags for their flight to Cebu. Back at the hospital I can't seem to sleep so I spent the hours video blogging but decided to keep it to myself since it was too crappy as usual the audio isn't too good because I can't speak loudly as not to wake my mom up.  Finally about quarter to 7:00am  I was able to sleep and at 10:00 am they all started waking me up and as I was grunting and all then they kept shouting cake and so I just need to rise to have a piece of that :)


Blowing Candles: This was the little celebration we had for Jay's 27th birthday.
And right after that they went to the airport and that means I was left to take care of everything. So paperwork it is and I had a dose of walking exercise processing all of it and buying medicines back and forth.

Long lines @ PhilHealth: This is just the first stop :(
On the 2nd and final stop : I'm near next :)
Bored in the long lines and observing while taking stolen shots of people, yep that's what's good about my camera phone: people seldom noticed that they've been captured by my lenses though it doesn't give high quality pictures but for now this will do.

Oh wow, something I would wear in Manila but not here in Bicol. My mom would definitely grab some pants for me to wear with this not that I still have guts to wear this stuff now :( 
Finally done, I was shocked to see my aunt (my mom eldest and only sister) on the pile doing the paperwork for herself and still had fresh bandage and dextrose needle marks on her arms since she was a patient too in the same hospital but she was admitted Monday of that week. She said she wanted to rush things so she can get out that day and no one in her family could help her fix that. If only she told me I would have just do that as well for her since I'll be processing it also for my mom but too late for that. So I left her still waiting in the line and hoping that I'll still be able to go to Goa to had this papers signed by my mom's employer. It was 3:00pm and it will take me 2 hours to be in Goa but the problem is the last trip going back to Naga is 4:00pm so it's not possible to go there that late. And as I was heading out PhilHealth's office in Magsaysay I happened to recognized someone I knew too well heading out too and yes I was correct it was one of my best-friends in high school. A little chit-chat there and off we go separate ways again.

Marijo with her son.
Yup she had 2 sons now but why is it I look more like I had been preggy compare to her? Life's unfair... grrr...
Back at the hospital... nothing to do. My mom as usual watching her only channel so cable is pretty useless for her. I'm not too fond of TV now and given that the room TV was too small and only showing 2 or 3 distinctive colors made it more uninteresting for me. With the A/C set in fan since my mom still feeling extra cold it makes it impossible for me to sleep adding the TV sounds as a nuisance and the fact that the sofa can barely accommodate all of me.

This is a proof that the world isn't built for plus size people like me.  Reality check: it isn't too accommodating  and welcoming yet because plus size means extra everything mostly view it in a negative way and that's sad. :(
 So I spent the rest of my hours writing for my blog entries that I will post once I get back home. Yes, there is no wi-fi or net connection and I didn't want to use my broadband since it makes me more impatient than satisfied with its speed so I won't bother with that, I'd rather have no net than use it. I was able to write few stuff and however it was difficult to sleep I had to force myself or else I'll be a walking vegetable with a heavy floating head in the morning where I needed to fix some important things and thankfully I dozed off.

Started the day at 4:00 am and my mom was already demanding me to take a bath and go to Goa. Being too early in any appointment is her thing and I don't agree with that I used to be late almost everyday of my life with the exceptions of very important appointments but now I just want to be on time, not late and not early just right on the dot and we argue a lot about that. Well, that's just the many differences we have mainly in our point of views.

I told her I'm going to her boss' house and being too early would be too much and 6:00 am would mean disturbing them, 8:00 am would be fine though.

Blah, blah, blah...

Even regular office hours imposed 8:00am as a start of a working day. (I wanted to add you're making me work out of regular office hours and it's still in the wee hours it's just 4:00am, it isn't proper it is slaving but better not or else maybe the oxygen tank near her would fall on my face if I did ever utter those words.) But I know it's wrong too for me to make her angry that early plus she's sick and we are actually in a hospital so that makes me a very bad daughter so I've always been no matter what I do but we are at peace now and I don't want to jeopardize our relationship just because of this petty things.

At 5:00am I'm all dressed (but not dressy I only brought home clothes for this event... tsk.tsk.) and I'm thankful that she's okay now with how casual I am. I was even surprised that I heard her said my clothes are fine even though I am insisting that I don't look too decent facing her boss. No matter how casual I prefer my clothes are I still know how to dress up for any occasion and an extra large shirt and men's walking shorts plus slippers aren't too appropriate for this but she was too eager for me to finish all the paperwork so I went to Goa looking like that anyways.

I had committed 2 stupidities in 12 hours time-frame and the first one had been while on my way to Goa (see another post)

I was thankful enough that my mom sent me there. I've seen 2 pretty simple houses and met 2 real people...


That's a pretty fountain with a fish pond.
Pillars at the back: That's something isn't it?

Too bad no one is making this a permanent home now. 

 

The rocking chair reminds me of Tatay Andres (mom's father) and the garden, I miss Lola Lydia. She used to have beautiful variety of flowers in her lawn way back when she's alive.

I wasn't able to take a picture of the front view of the other house since I took all of these discretely and I will not post pictures of them here since it would be too much for their privacy since she's a campus dean of the main branch of the university where my mom is a professor in another campus and I was too shy to ask permission about these.

I found my mom's dean cleaning her wide garden and I was introduced to her husband both wearing home clothes so I didn't get any degrading looks that I came there not too presentable, nothing like that. They are nice and real as they can be and I am glad of being there that day.


Last visit from Dr. Tormes: We are always thankful for taking care of all of us whenever  we need help.
A visit from Ma'am Bel and her husband.
(She's responsible for my free food pickled things, kakanin, home-made sardines, etc. and I asked permission to post this photo here though she was surprised how I was able to get it without them knowing it)
They brought this but they never mentioned it. I just realized that it's there when we were already packing our things. Thank you for your kindness and thoughtfulness as always.

Rushed things so we can get out of this money-sucking institution...
Photocopied lab results...

2nd stupidity of the day goes here... (see other post)

Some more medicines... it's cheaper to buy it outside the hospital.
 



Met a former classmate in college and her mom outside Bigg's Centro. This is actually the guy in Kasta Ng Kung Kasta under the code name Ivan. He's not aware of the story but he's fully aware of this picture but wasn't too approving as you can see. 

I didn't take this for that purpose well, he's a friend too so just for souvenir we rarely bump into each other these past few years same with Marijo. 


Got mom's goto in Bigg's and my tofu and buchi from Chowking 
so off to the next stop...
Withdraw some in an ATM for hospital bills
San Francisco Church at night just across the side of Metrobank
All our bags are packed we're ready to go... ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪♪  (singing Leaving on a Jet Plane)

Checking if her car is still in the parking lot... tsk.tsk. 

Dinner's done: wheel chair please.
Zoom we go...
Yey... we're out of here! Folks we paid the bills we didn't get out through the fire exit.
March 19, quarter to 11:00 pm, I was able to post this status message in fb:
‎2hours more to exactly 48 hours of being in the hospital but we're lucky my mom is ok now just a major UTI. she's sleeping in her bed now and i had finished unpacking and so we're home and I'm back online. All thanks and praise to God :) and to Dra. Tormes for taking care of mama.
And that's all because of a major Urinary Tract Infection (UTI) and I'd never knew that it could be worst like this since I had this also before and I haven't felt anything like I am sick and just taken some purple antibiotics prescribed by a doctor when I was hired for my first teaching job. Well my mom is diabetic too maybe that made it worst. But I'm really glad that she's all fine now in fact she had car-washed on her own her left over vomits the morning after we went out of the hospital: for the love of her car and being too thrifty or maybe she's just so industrious compare to me coz if it were me I'll just send that to a carwash shop :)


(Note: Still working on other posts related to this... follow up for 2 stupid things and Money Seton Hospital.)




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