Viki's Gift

....... and I will not tell u what's inside.....but i surely i loved it!
this is my first gift from an online best friend.
Thank you, Viki!

Lenten Changes


Looking back through all the past Lenten seasons, this '08 was the most unforgettable one. Lenten season is always associated with life change as we experienced the passion of Christ.

Although, we haven't been doing the usual religious practice of going Visita Iglesias, processions and confessions last week, it has changed a lot of my biases and perceptions of people. I spend 4 days with these (see pictures above) real and interesting people in a northern town. I was able to shed some of my biases, and confirmed some nagging feelings. It's always better to read the book than watch it on the big screen. Not all things can be perceived by just watching the actors but you have to see through them and feel their words, spoken and the unspoken ones, most especially. For us (well, for me) to be able to understand their stories. And to somehow share the pains and joys of our lives. I learned a lot from them. My gratitude to this fellow adventurers.

River Trekking on Black Saturday






My muscles are still angry with me. It still aches all over. Now, who would have thought, that me, a sedentary being would end crawling over the boulders and swimming along the current in a river in Catmon ?

Along with some 7 kids (11 yo and below), my hubby's bro (in some Greek alphabet frat) invited us, with another bro's family to spend the Holy Week with them in Catmon. He brought us to this native secret of a place, where only few outsiders have seen. The majestic falls that met us after an hour of grunting and cussing (hehehe!) was superbly spell binding.

Yes, siree! we brought our children with us on this adventure. And they outdid themselves, no grumblings were heard about the long trek. No whining about the cold river water.
Pretty surprising! They love the adventure! I love the adventure more!

Thank you for the superb vacation, Manok !

The eyedoc and the internet

(my 2nd entry to the Filipino Md blogrounds hosted by dr prudence)

Funny Eyes

I was a little late in discovering the joys of being online, i thought then that the internet would be for researches and for geeky people only. My only purpose to surf then was to look for Ophthalmology journals to be presented during the weekly M&M's. Then, I stumbled upon Bisayabloggers, and i saw that hey, there are a lot of interesting and normal individuals on the net. I browse on their blogs, and i was hooked ever since. It was just like an extension of the CB radios and the ICOM craze (break!break!) during the 90's. And I was very into it during those times, sleeping late just to make "kit-kit" (eat the speaker phone, slang) with all those people you only heard and never seen. But you do make eyeballs, once in a while and make a lifetime of friends.

I tried my hand at creating my own blog (friendster pa lang). The response was very heartwarming, people left very nice comments, and my interns and PGI's started to tell me that they read the my friendster blog. And, can i make testimonial for them? bwahahahaha!

Then, i stumbled on the real blogmaker (Blogger) and I never regretted it since. It's my husband now who's complaining that my online time is more than I spend for him. Poor hubby baby! It's just like your tennis and your mountain climbing thingy, he just sighs and still continue to pay my subscription. Buotan nga bana, love you dad ! And now he's my constant critique and would complain if i dont have a new posts!

And people started to asks for my "expert opinion" kuno on their eye problems and some of them even send their relatives to the clinic. Hey! i dont advertise ha basig ma censor ta sa ethics committee ani. Im just amazed that people believe in something that I love doing.

Now, im in the great crossover of private practice and blogging helps to pass your time while you for wait for stray patients coming your door.

Knock! knock! yes, marj? naa na patient doc. got to go now!

Blog, blog, blog and away!

To cut for a living

I borrowed the title from Bonedoc from his latest post on the economics of medicine.

For the last six months, I have been on my own private practice, no more LandBank ATMs to check if my hard earned salary has some leftovers from all the loans and deductions. I now have to wait for the clinic door to open and excitedly peek if a patient has lost his way to my eye clinic. Yes, it was a patient and he asks nervously how much is the consultation fee? With a bright smile, Marj, my secretary said "150 ra sir" (this was before i join a group practice, well, we charge a little more now). "Sige lang mam, kay mubalik ra ko." There goes my patient, there goes my consultation fee, there goes my secretary's salary. With that promise, 99.9% of them will not comeback. That's how hard life is for a doctor, no patient, no moolah. (So, warning to all the parents who wants their little boys and girls to become a doctor when they grow up, be prepared to be asked for allowance even if their age is past the calendar month.)

Another dilemna. Now you have a patient. Mamser, this is your problem......, we have to this to heal your piskat, buy this eye drop and come to me for check up after one week. Please give your money to Marj outside. Yes! naka-pasyente na jud! Then, Marj, peeks through your door and asks hushly, Doc, pwede ba daw half lang iyang bayaran kay wa na siya ika-plete para uli. Tiwiwiwing! imo pa hinuong sala nga dili sila kauli! Marj, please tell them nga ako lang silang ihatud sa ila. (joke!joke!)

Kani, pasyente na jud! Mamser, kinahanglang jud nato operahan imong catarata para ka maka-klaro pag-usab sa mga binuhat sa Ginoo. Pag-andam ug $$$$$ para sa operasyon. Doc, pwede lang mi muhuwat ug naay cataract mission? Tiwiwwiwing napud. Vision is my mission, literally.

Lain na pud. Sige doc, ok ra mi mag-paopera. hangyo lang mi doc ha kay wa jud mi kwarta, wa na juy trabaho ako bana. She looks sincere and she looks somewhat not well off. Ok, mamser, hangyoon lang taka ug $$$$$. Then I chanced upon her being fetched by a Nissan Patrol, not surplus ha. Tiwiwiwiwing!

But this is not the be all and end all of my life as a medical practitioner. Lest you misunderstood me. I love my job, i love being an eye doctor in a third world country.






The Blog Rounds

BoneMD just invited me to join the The First Filipino MD Blog Rounds. My excitement for the invitation was paired with apprehensions, what can I contribute to the rounds? Am I qualified to be a part of them? Knowing that they are on the upper tier of the Medical seniority hierarchy (im not refering to their age, ha!)

I'm just a simple eye doctor from the provincial islands. What difference would my presence be?

But my little friends are whispering, Game na!

So Bonedoc, Game na!

Sleep and chocos

(BoneMD, this is my first official entry to the blogrounds. thanks for the invite!)

Waking up early is a struggle for a candle burner. It seems that all the emulsified cholesterols are getting their fair share of respite. But these old bones have to get up and be ready for work and all that comes with it. Such an everyday scenario for me.

We live quite far from the hospital and my son’s school, ngitngit pa gud ig lakaw namo, nindot pa ka-ayong iku-ub sa habol. What we do is sleep through the journey to the city with our pillow on board. Mag-lanug-lanug pa gud kuno among hagok ingon pa sa driver, mamukaw na lang na siya kung naa na nami sa Boy’s High. Pilit-pilit pa among laway ig mata namo. Mukalit dayon ug kaabtik akong anak kung abot nami sa iya school , dayon pangutana ” late nako, mi?”

When its my turn to got off, diha pako magkara-kara ug sudlay, pulbos ug lipstick. Dayon dagan sa taas para mag-rounds, dali dali ug ilis ug scrub suit para sa mga kaso. Usahay muhapit pa ug panga-saba sa ophtha interns nga nag kwinanggol.

After all the procedures, adto dayon ko sa OPD. This has been a routine for quite sometime.

You see, im the only resident physician in my department with no applicants in sight. We serve a lot of patients a day and sometimes mag-GGB (gulo-gulo buhay) ka.

Manawagan unta ko kung naa moy kaila nga gusto mo training pagka-ophthalmologist, palihug kontaka dayon ko. Dawaton siya sa among department nga way lisud-lisud.

Pul-an pud biya ko usahay sa akong kahimtang, pero wa na may jud koy mabuhat kung dili sa pag-dawat sa sitwasyon. As in NO CHOICE. The only redeeming thing amidst the fatigue is the smile of the people you have help.

Like what happen yesterday. There was a patient who sought consult. She was not my ordinary clientile. She was a rich looking old woman with an educated bearing. (no offense to my other patients ha, who belong to CDE crowd) She wanted to have a second opinion on her eye problem. (nakalitan pud ko sa iyang tuyo kay kinsa ra man gud tawn ko nga pangayo-an ug second opinion, ni konsulta na ni siya sa usa sa mga ginoo sa ophtha sa cebu who is by far very much experience than me) She said she just came back from the US, where 3 american doctors saw her, they were not able to satisfy her. After examining her, i told her that indeed she had a serious eye problem (total retinal detachment), if she will undergo surgery, there’s only a slim chance that her eyesight could be restored.( this is what the other specialist also said) I was telling her that you should’nt be sad or felt sorry, God is so good to you, your other eye is still good. God gave you a lot of blessings, He gave you a good life, at least you will not worry where to get your next meal, all your children have studied well and you have never experienced anything to being poor. In fact your blessings are way beyond the usual. But I impressed upon her that with all the information that she’s getting about her condition, she and only she can make the decision for herself. Either she will undergo the surgery and all its risks or accept the situation wholeheartedly. It’s all up to her. The technology to treat her will always be here, and she has no financial hindrance to speak of, but the decision to use it will be her’s alone. And that was it.

Then, this afternoon, two girls were looking for me at the opd. I ask them why, they said that Mrs. XXX sent them to give me a bagful of chocolates, one for my interns and one for me. There was also a letter from her, thanking me for the time i spent with her and that technology cannot be compared to truthful and heartfelt explanation. Of course, i cannot deny that I was touch (tao lang po ako). And definitely, Im not sharing these with you so that I can brag ( im not also sharing my chocos, bleh!). Im sharing these because I wanted you to know that there are still people who have good souls, who appreciates what you’ve done to them. These are the things that makes me believe in the goodness of humanity. And for us overworked, government MD’s, this is what makes us keep going.


Piggy Talk

Liar, evil ka!


The Voyage of An Eye Doctor in a Third World Country


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1. January 27, 2008, Garing Baranggay Hall 9 am - 12 pm only, naay pakapin nga Diabetes Screening
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Qualified patients will be scheduled for operation free of charge after submission of laboratory requirements.

The Little Army



Once a upon a time, there was a little boy named Army. He has no father and mother. He is an only child. When their house was destroyed by a large tornado, he was sleeping. His father brought him to a tree. When he woke up, his parents were lost and was declared dead.

Ten years ago, he was 29 years old, he join the Navy. He fought the American Army for his country. Army was afraid. He missed his parents.

A year ago, he was lucky because he did not die and his five friends died. When they were riding a chopper, it crashed in the deep ocean. He swam for 4 days. He was getting lonely, he did not eat, he did not drink, in the afternoon, he died.

When he died, he saw his parents in heaven and they are happy because GOD is in there side.

from my 9 year old son, rommelrat's journal. in his own little way, expressing himself.

True Urban Legend




"Myiasis" is the medical term for a maggot (fly larva) infestation of a living body. In this case, the patient was a 5-year-old boy treated by U.S. Air Force surgeons in a rural area of the Republic of Honduras. "The respiratory pore of a late-stage larva of the human botfly (Dermatobia hominis) was located in the anterior orbit," says the article abstract. "The larva was gently removed under general anesthesia through a small incision in the conjunctiva." The patient was apparently none the worse for wear in the aftermath.

Of botflies and blowflies

It would appear that the article itself was not consulted when this email tale was composed. Neither "bad dust" nor excessive eye rubbing were cited as causes of the infestation in the 5-year-old patient. According to entomologists, the human botfly lays its eggs on the bodies of other insects (such as mosquitoes), which then transfer the eggs to animal or human hosts by direct contact. When a botfly egg hatches, the larva burrows into the host's skin head-first and begins feeding.

This nasty creature is found mainly in Central and South America, but there are other species of flies known to responsible for cases of myiasis in North America, mainly blowflies. According to an epidemiological study conducted in 2000, most instances of myiasis acquired in the United States are the result of blowflies laying their eggs in pre-existing wounds.

None of which is quite as terrifying as the claim that any one of us could end up with a worm in our eye simply by being exposed to too much dust, which helps explain why the true facts of the case aren't circulating with the photos. In folklore, the story's the thing - accuracy takes a back seat to emotional impact, or, as folklorist Jan Harold Brunvand succinctly puts it, "The truth never stands in the way of a good story."

original from:

urbanlegends.about.com/library/bl-eye-worm2.htm

Mohunong ang taligsik, ig sugod sa uwan......

Sinulog '08, Pit Senyor!


Dili lagi ko mo lansar para pagka-Presidente. Nitan-aw lang ko Sinulog!


Smile dancers!

Pit Senyor! kang Dodong kani!


Senyor Sto. Nino!
Viva Senyor!

Bring my Menudo back....

Here's my menudo. i love you, robby! i love you , martin!

Voted as the worst song in yahoo, i dont care, my heart belongs to the 80's. where's my menudo?

in response to Gamaliel, the twisted rabble rouser.


i don't want myself to be a fodder for fertile minds with idle bodies.
i don't want any remoras to grow on me, feeding on my strength,
delighted with my misgivings.
i don't want to open my email and read some ugly insinuations from a
tainted source.
i don't want to be a part of someone's grand twisted design to assist
in making his day and to help that person practice his prose.


i simply don't need it.
and i'm zipping it.

OTOT! song composed by RommelRat , inspired by Budoy

mangotot ko 2x
gi-sakitan pa jud ko, na ngotot ko sa imong tungod
dako kaayo 2x
ang akong otot, ohhhhh!
mangotot ko 2x, gisakitan pa gyud kooh, ohhhhh!


Goodbyes....

What is good in parting, what is good in being left behind, what is good in waiting for someone to come back, what is good in hoping that you will be remembered.

Old friends, new friends, new found friends, on-line friends, trivial friends, one way or the other, your paths has crossed. Each prose that comes from the keyboard are linkages of your emotions. Some will call it shallow but I call it spiritual. How then can you unravel the connection of minds and thoughts on someone you just read and sometimes feel?

Arianne, we may not have seen each other, but you have touched my soul. Cebu will always be a part of you. I may not be a part of your planeteers but I feel that I am your constant moon, following every revolution that your planet takes. Your everlasting light that follows the tides of your life. Wherever you go, my thoughts will always be with you, as silent as the moon, as strong as the pull of gravity.

Goodbye, my baby Rain. But its really a pseudo-parting, the earth is still round and web is very much expanding.

Hello, again.



she sings in the bathroom, and she rocks!


I have created a lot of blogs inside my head, from my thoughts on food, anecdotes I heard, on funny signs, my bad and nice feelings and some things related with my work.

Pero unsa mang hitabo-a kung, mag-atubang nako sa monitor, mawala man tanan. Is this what we call as blogemesia? (kauban kaha ni sa blogorheaa o opposite?)

God, i wish i could be as poetic as my baby rain or as prolific as the bisdakplaneteers, or as philosophic as paolo, but it will remain a wish as of now.

please GOD, give me the power of the written word.


Whispering Stupidity: a vacation in hell




The long weekend brought us to the island of Negros. The Hubby was climbing the majestic Mt Kanloan with the Boylets and we were sent to the island of Sipaway just off San Carlos City (just 20 mins by pump boat from the port) to wait for his return from the mountains. Upon arriving at the WHISPERING PALMS BEACH RESORT (German owned with 5 wives), we were very much impressed with the clean cottages and well maintained shrubs and greens.

However, we were much disappointed with their services and with the German owner with a myopic view of what a friendly resort should be. He charged us P2,400 (>< 50$) with a family room with no TV, no 24H aircon (only 6pm to 6am, to save on generator fuel, kuno, but isnt that included in the cost ?), only 2 single beds, and he has the nerve to impose a 4 pax only to a room when his brochure clearly stated 6 pax to a family room. There were 4 of us and my son, he wanted us to get another room because ONLY 4 PAX ARE ALLOWED ONLY. How stupid can he be! the 5th person was a 9 year child. Luckily, he saw the light. But, oh my, the food was very much over priced (one order from their menu is equivalent to one meal we have, good for 5 pax with extra rice, ice cream and 2 rounds of drinks at San Carlos City) and WE ARE NOT ALLOWED TO BRING FOOD AND BEVERAGES. We don't mind paying top money as long as its reasonable, and, hello, this is not our first time to have an out of town vacation nor stayed in a "high end" resort.

We chose to be patient in honor of the feast day of San Carlos Borromeo which happened to be celebrated that weekend. We spend the rest of the day swimming, and there was no pool life guard ! the pool doesn't even have lights during the night ! And on the day we checked out, they was no bellboy to carry our heavy bags.

Whisper it LOUD and CLEAR, stay away from this resort.

Local Ground: the best Cebu Music !

Bahay ni Kuya : maka-lingaw !

battle of no reason

if you know the enemy and know yourself,
you need not fear the result of a hundred battles.
if you know yourself but not the enemy,
for every victory gained you will also suffer a defeat.
if you know neither the enemy nor yourself,
you will succumb in every battle

-the art of war, sun tzu


I love this girl, however,

whatever,

wherever,

whenever.

I don't care, regardless,

whoever........







on friday, it will be my only son's 9th birthday. time indeed, flew very fast.
he was just as little as a coca cola bottle, now,
he occupies half of our super king size bed and snore as loud as his daddy.
he's starting to talk about girls!
whew! girls!
the bane of every possessive mother's existence.
please stay away from my son.
im not ready yet to relinquish my supposedly supreme possession over him.
i know i have to but let me cherish the moment.
he has to be his own man
but for now he is mommy's little man.

Little Man JoeHey


on friday, it will be my only son's 9th birthday. time indeed, flew very fast.
he was just as little as a coca cola bottle, now,
he occupies half of our super king size bed and snore as loud as his daddy.
he's starting to talk about girls!
whew! girls!
the bane of every possessive mother's existence.
please stay away from my son.
im not ready yet to relinquish my supposedly supreme possession over him.
i know i have to but let me cherish the moment.
he has to be his own man
but for now he is mommy's little man.

Erap and His Three Billion

from Atty Allan Siu's blog (http://siu.i.ph), my favorite online lawyer, friend of our friends

September 14, 2007

Guilty. Joseph Estrada is found guilty of plunder.

This is an important mark in our history – the first time a head of state is tried and convicted of a crime committed while in office. Of course not as cold and uncharitable how we’ve seen people in Korea or Iraq did of their erring leaders. We are, perhaps, a compassionate lot. Look how we allowed Marcos to take a Hawaiian vacation after his ouster. And now, Erap while on trial, is well-rested in the comfort of his Tanay rest house.

The verdict was well, expected – assuming that the Arroyo Administration had a hand in the outcome – now repeatedly muttered as a post-verdict spin by the Erap supporters, that it is nothing but a political decision intended to legitimize GMA’ assumption to power. The logic, of course, is not farfetched. For indeed, following such assumption, if Arroyo allowed a total acquittal – she will be just supplying the noose with which to hang herself, so to speak.

But without painting any political color on the decision and by simply sieving through the reasoning of the Sandiganbayan would perhaps render irrelevant any suspicion of it as being simply a politicial decision. Setting aside pure conjectures, the court should be credited for such an evidently exhaustive and judicious decision.

Consider for example the court’s finding (and Erap’s blunder?) that he is the personal and beneficial owner of the “Jose Velarde” account, part of which was established to be the commissions personally gained by Erap in the purchase of Belle Shares using GSIS and SSS funds. The amount of commission paid: P189,700,000.00.

Here’s a pertinent snippet of the court’s decision:

x x x The Court finds that former President Estrada is the real and beneficial owner of EPCIB combo account C/A No. 0110-25495-4 and S/A No. 0160-62501-5 in the name of Jose Velarde.

The eyewitness account of Prosecution witness Clarissa Ocampo that she saw former Pres. Estrada sign the name Jose Velarde in the various documents presented to him x x x was undisputed by (him) and constitutes direct evidence that former Pres. Estrada signed as Jose Velarde.

Another direct evidence that (he) is Jose Velarde is the admission of former Pres. Estrada that he signed as Jose Velarde in the documents presented to him by Ocampo.

As stated, SSS and GSIS used the funds belonging to its million belonging to millions of members to buy Belle Shares upon instruction of former Pres. Estrada who benefited for his personal gain from the P189,700,000 commission paid in consideration of the purchase of the Belle shares by SSS and GSIS.

The amount of P189,700,000.00 deposited to the Jose Velarde account of former Pres. Estrada are public funds. x x x”

The crime of plunder which Erap is convicted of deserves utmost condemnation. I do not share, nor consent to the view that his being a former president extenuates the gravity of this crime.

On the contrary, the fact that a person of such high government position and entrusted with such immense power is perhaps the aggravating circumstance that impelled the legislators to make plunder a heinous crime in the first place. The respect accorded to the position of the President should be contra-distinguished from a rightful condemnation of the crime. We should learn to put each in its proper place.

Unfortunately, the media has turned this event into circus frenzy. No, I’m sorry, not circus, but a drama frenzy. On TV, we see celebrity friends of Erap interviewed, we see politicians deliver their misplaced sympathies and we see close family members and Erap supporters with their impassioned speeches, as if Erap is the luckless victim of this perceived elaborate contrivance perpetrated by the government against him.

The deluge of human drama and political propaganda the media has, wittingly or unwittingly, so copiously fed the public only served to bury the important underside of this whole event – the evil of plunder. It seems that the evident enormity and flagrancy of the crime has been lamentably blunted by all these. I have yet to see on paper or on TV the extent of the amount involved – hundreds of millions of pesos – displayed in big, bold numbers.

One finding of fact in the Decision which should not escape the minds of the public, particularly Erap’s so-called masa supporters, is the fact that the Jose Velarde account is the repository of such mind-boggling deposits that totaled:

P3,233,104,173.17

It is, I repeat, a finding of fact by the court. While the court did not convict Erap on this ground (sub-par. d of the amended information), as the sources of these funds were not sufficiently established except for the commission that he got from the purchase of the Belle Shares, this cannot erase the verity that he did amass such wealth through that account.

What I am trying to drive at here is the apparent hypocrisy of one who projects himself as man of the masses (people who for years have lived on the throes of poverty) but nevertheless has the effrontery of accumulating such wealth he and his family could not possibly spend in their entire lifetime.

What is plunder then? In the Sandiganbayan Decision, the Court quoted the legislative rationale behind this law, by citing The Explanatory Note of Senate Bill No. 733, quoted in the case of Estrada v. Sandiganbayan (G.R. No. 148965, February 26, 2002, 377 SCRA 538, 555), as follows:

Plunder, a term chosen from other equally apt terminologies like kleptocracy and economic treason, punishes the use of high office for personal enrichment, committed thru a series of acts done not in the public eye but in stealth and secrecy over a period of time, that may involve so many persons, here and abroad, and which touch so many states and territorial units. The acts and/or omissions sought to be penalized do not involve simple cases of malversation of public funds, bribery, extortion, theft and graft but constitute plunder of an entire nation resulting in material damage to the national economy. The above-described crime does not yet exist in Philippine statute books. Thus, the need to come up with a legislation as a safeguard against the possible recurrence of the depravities of the previous regime and as a deterrent to those with similar inclination to succumb to the corrupting influence of power.

The majority opinion in the above-cited case, penned by Honorable Justice Josue N. Bellosillo, further explained the rationale behind the Anti-Plunder Law in this manner:

Our nation has been racked by scandals of corruption and obscene profligacy of officials in high places which have shaken its very foundation. The anatomy of graft and corruption has become more elaborate in the corridors of time as unscrupulous people relentlessly contrive more and more ingenious ways to milk the coffers of the government. Drastic and radical measures are imperative to fight the increasingly sophisticated, extraordinarily methodical and economically catastrophic looting of the national treasury. Such is the Plunder Law, especially designed to disentangle those ghastly tissues of grand-scale corruption which, if left unchecked, will spread like a malignant tumor and ultimately consume the moral and institutional fiber of our nation. The Plunder Law, indeed, is a living testament to the will of the legislature to ultimately eradicate this scourge and thus secure society against the avarice and other venalities in public office.

These are times that try men’s souls. In the checkered history of this nation, few issues of national importance can equal the amount of interest and passion generated by petitioner’s ignominious fall from the highest office, and his eventual prosecution and trial under a virginal statute. This continuing saga has driven a wedge of dissension among our people that may linger for a long time. Only by responding to the clarion call for patriotism, to rise above factionalism and prejudices, shall we emerge triumphant in the midst of ferment. [Emphasis Supplied]

This conviction does not target Erap alone. I cannot subscribe to the view that the present scandals that hound the Arroyo government, while these might eventually be proven to eclipse the enormity of the sins of Erap, should serve to supplant our rightful indignation toward the crime Erap was proven to have committed. If Arroyo and his cohorts have committed similar or even worse crimes against the Filipino people, then by all means, prosecute and convict. And let this recent conviction serve as fair warning to them all.

Maka-pungot sa akong simud:

Gikan sa akong amigong botboton nga nang-damay.

"Dawata kining usa ka sakong putyukan…. bitaw oi, akong isturbohon sila si:

Darlene, Weng, Lory (ang akong crushmate), Palakang Bisaya, Haze, Dr. Tess - The Eye Doctor (maoy nagtuli nako’g usab), Leylander, Ivy, Lollipop, Anne og si Lutchi"


NOAK (bali sa kaon):

ambot lang ning akong simud nga way may balibad basta linuto lang, pwede ra pud gi-hawban, ayaw lang nang mga kinilaw, pero kung kinilaw nga ngabil madada na.

PRUTAS:

dili ko ganahan mukaon sa bisan unsang prutasa basta dili nagsugod sa L ang unang letra sa iyang title, sige, sugod ta sa LATANG SAGING, LATANG KAPAYAS, LATANG MANGGA, LATANG BAYABAS, LATANG SINEGWELAS, LATANG LOMBOY, LATANG SAMBAG, LATANG KAMACHILE, LATANG TAMBIS, LATANG MAKOPA, LATANG STRAWBERRY, LATANG GRAPES, LATANG PEACHES, LATANG APPLE, LATANG APRICOT, LATANG COCONUT, kutob na lang diri kay dili na matabang ang ka-lata sa akong tai.

GULAY:

dili ko ganahan mukaon ug "gulay" (gulay sa imong mata !) pero mukaon ko ug bisan unsang matang sa utan, apilon pa ang wrong spelling (capital O, capital T, capital I, capital indajun)kung bol-anon ka, ka-tubash!

OWAT (bali sa Tawo):

dili ko ganahan sa mga tawng dili eggplant!

EVENT/SITUATION/INCIDENT:

dili ko gusto ug hapsay ug malinawon nga panghitabo. mas nindot ang naay gubot, para naa puy gamay kisaw nga pwede ma-chismis, ma-libak. boring ang life, duka-on ta.

TV SHOWS/MOVIES:

i hate GMA 7 shows! (o, iningles na ha!)

MUSIC:

dili ko gusto ug kanta nga wa gi-tukar sa RJ FM radio, meaning....... oi di pako tiguwang, dili lang ko ganahan ug saba.

HOUSEHOLD CHORES:

mubuhat ko sa tanang trabaho sa balay, ayaw lang ko sugo-a nga mupa-kaon sa iro. bahala na uroyg mag-sige ug paghut, feel jud nako hambaton ko niya.

THINGS AROUND THE WORLD:

aside sa gubat, dili ko gusto anang mga "humanitarian agencies" kuno, nga kusog kaayo mangayo ug hinabang unya pang-ngawarta ra di ay ang tumong ug tinguha.


THINGS ABOUT MYSELF:

sa tinuod lang, ako na lang ning gi-dawat akong pagka-AKO. walang labis, walang kulang. i love myself man jud, ang mo-comment, hampak sa agtang.

Dong, ramses aka botboton, gibuhat na nako imong tahas, maayo unta nga imong nang iluwa ang bato ni darna para ako napoy tulun.


Transcentral Road Trip





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Rocky, slippery, smooth and the pot-holed.
Swerving slightly, cruising in the traffic.
The family on the road, stays on the same road.
All of the time.





Bull-Kit


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Paburuta ko, sir?!

My Badge

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You go, where I go.

My Cribby




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My second home.
I'm half complete if Ican't be here.

Starting out


Carcar Eye Clinic
Gen. Luna St. Carcar City, Cebu

Eye Diseases, Laser and Eye Micro-Surgery Specialist

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Freedom from the pit.
I'm on my own now.
My craft is my life.

Pero, pang small time lang sa.


if masa-ag mu sa Maguikay, Mandaue City, hapit nya!

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i've been out for awhile. tinkering with some things
that could break or make my life. the future is certainly unpredictable,
gotta be prepared and braced the hut for the strong winds that will surely come.

Bisdak Planet Kitakits sa CEBU


Norwin, Aydoc, Tish, Nympha, Glorie, Charo, Ylan and Coco
sa Gerry's Grill sa Ayala Cebu.

My first post ,June 2006

KUBRADOR???:

kubrador

nanan-aw mi ug sine sa ako bana karong hapon. tungod sa kadaghan ug good movie reviews,unya cebuana pud kuno ang producer, amo gisuwayan ang KUBRADOR , sine ni gina pareno. dugay dugay nami nga wa kakita ug sine kay ganahan naman unta mi sa daghan sine sa pirated dvd pero kay lagi ingon cla nga nindot, apil pud mi sa panon.

na unsa man oi nga nalipong man ko sa ka lihok sa camera, mura man ug blair witched project. maka kutaw ug utok. k ra ta to kung ang storya nindot ug fast paced. pero mura ka ug gi guroy ra ni gina pareno sa iya pag suroy suroy pag pangubra ug pusta sa jueteng. wa jud koy nakit an nga conflict sa storya, kung way conflict way klarong storya. wa pud koy moral lesson nga nakuha, unsa man di ko mo pustag jueteng ? kung pusta ko unsa may mahitabo nako? mahimong kong bato? ingon pa ako bana, wala pud kunoy redeeming value, di kunu ka maka achieve ug personal redemption (lawm kaayo! wa pud ko ka G sa iya gpasabut, pro mura pud in other woords)

Blossoming of Maximo Oliveros Movie Stills: Auraeus Solito

pareha pud ni sa sine nga ang pagdadalaga ni maximo oliveros, sabay pud mi sa panahon adto. wa pud toy lami kay nganong gisigihan man hinuon ug feature ang hugaw nga estero, mura bag gibogo-an ang director nato. nakasabut lagi mi nga naay social relevance ang iyang sine pero sobra ra sad kaayo pag ka balikbalik adto nga scenes. mao pud ning salida ni gina pareno, murag gibogo-an jud pag ayo nato.

pero, in fairness, nindot to iya scene nga naay namatay nga batan-on unya gihilakan sa iya lolo. gikumot pud kadyot ako dughan adto.

hilig pud bya mi ug tan aw ug mga "critically acclaimed films" sa mga pirated dvds (adto palit sa kilid sa caltex mango, tok tok raka, aircondition pa). nindot ang mga salida sa mga espanol kay grabe ug social awareness pero dili preachy ang pagka hanya, di corny.

basi ra kini sa among pagbati mga higala, kung nakakita namu sa sine unya ok ra ninyo ang storya, way problema. migo gihapon ta. kuyog nya ta ha( k ra kung judy an!). ciao!

My Dig: i still haven't the lost disappointment for these movies.

Cataract Surgery

Gollum Act by Joe the Hurricane

Medical certificate

Usa ka piniriso ang ni-anha sa Eye Clinic mga 3 months ago, kay na-ngayo ug medical certificate nga dili siya pwede ipa-init kay bag-o pa siyang gi-operahan sa ptyregium. Na-ngutana pud tawn ako kauban nganong sige man sila ug pa-init, kay di ay tungod sa sige nila ug practice sa sayaw.

Ahh! ok, karon lang jud ko naka-G.

Tungod di ay ni sa mga pasundayag nga naa na sa You Tube nga gi-post ni Byron Garcia.

Joe, Live in YouTube!







Live from CPDRC! Orange is the new RED









Taken from ‘The Alchemist’ by Paulo Coelho

The Alchemist (Plus)

A certain shopkeeper sent his son to learn about the secret of happiness from the wisest man in the world. The lad wandered through the desert for forty days, and finally came upon a beautiful castle, high atop a mountain. It was there that the wise man lived.

Rather than finding a saintly man, though, our hero, on entering the main room of the castle, saw a hive of activity: tradesmen came and went, people were conversing in the corners, a small orchestra was playing soft music, and there was a table covered with platters of the most delicious food in that part of the world. The wise man conversed with everyone, and the boy had to wait for two hours before it was his turn to be given the man’s attention.

The wise man listened attentively to the boy’s explanation of why he had come, but told him that he didn’t have time just then to explain the secret of happiness. He suggested that the boy looked around the palace and return in two hours.

“Meanwhile, I want to ask you to do something,” said the wise man, handing the boy a teaspoon that held two drops of oil. “As you wander around, carry this spoon with you without allowing the oil to spill.”

The boy began climbing and descending the many stairways of the palace, keeping the eyes fixed on the spoon. After two hours, he returned to the room where the wise man was.

“Well,” asked the wise man, “did you see the Persian tapestries that are hanging in my dining hall? Did you see the garden that it took the master gardener ten years to create? Did you notice the beautiful parchments in my library?”

The boy was embarrassed, and confessed that he had observed nothing. His only concern had been not to spill the oil that the wise man had entrusted to him.

“Then go back and observe the marvels of my world,” said the wise man. “You cannot trust a man if you didn’t know his house.”

“Relieved, the boy picked up the spoon and returned to his exploration of the palace, this time observing all of the works of art on the ceilings and the walls. He saw the gardens, the mountains all around him, the beauty of the flowers, and the taste with which everything had been selected. Upon returning to the wise man, he related in detail everything he had seen.

“But where are the drops of oil I entrusted to you?” asked the wise man.

Looking down at the spoon he held, the boy saw that the oil was gone.

“Well, there is only one piece of advice I can give to you” said the wisest of wise men. “The secret of happiness is to see all the marvels of the world, and never to forget the drops of oil on the spoon.”


The Perfect Woman by Paulo Coelho

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‘Have you never considered getting married, Mullah?’

‘I have,’ replied Nasrudin. ‘In my youth, I resolved to find the perfect woman. I crossed the desert and reached Damascus, and I met a lovely, very spiritual woman, but she knew nothing of the world. I continued my journey and went to Isfahan; there I met a woman who knew both the spiritual and the material world, but she was not pretty. Then I decided to go to Cairo, where I dined in the house of a beautiful woman, who was both religious and a connoisseur of material reality.’

‘Why didn’t you marry her, then?’

‘Alas, my friend, she was looking for the perfect man.’