I'm all for the orgs, don't be mistaken (I really have no plans of obssessing over books :P) but it is the what that confuses me. And the which. And the when.
*done blabbing.
Friday, June 13
Woozy
It has been recently reiterated (quite often) that med school IS NOT all about the acads.
I'm all for the orgs, don't be mistaken (I really have no plans of obssessing over books :P) but it is the what that confuses me. And the which. And the when.
*done blabbing.
I'm all for the orgs, don't be mistaken (I really have no plans of obssessing over books :P) but it is the what that confuses me. And the which. And the when.
*done blabbing.
Thursday, May 8
Undreamed-ofs
It did not occur to me, not even for a fraction of a second, that I’ll be attempting to step into a modelling venture. Never.
But I did, last Thursday. Two weeks ago, my Tita Vicky, well known in the family for her being our ticket holder to beauty pageants and the like, convinced my parents to let us join a month-long, dancing, acting and ramp modelling workshop. On the word of her, everything is already set – clothes are sponsored, designers were already hired, venues were all previously booked for us – we just have to pass an application form and join. We agreed, thinking there’ll be no better way to spend May, anyway.
Dressed oh-so casually, we went to SM North, last April 26, carrying only our pens. With me are my two sisters and a friend who was talked into joining too. Filing of the application form was set to be at Cinema 9. While walking our way to the said place, we were talking about what we expect to see. We’re all imagining the inside of the theater to be adorned with perhaps one or two tables and a number chairs, filled with a few people who apparently have also heard the whisper that there’ll be a modelling workshop. No worries, we thought, we just have to write, nevertheless.
All of us were stunned when we turned around the corner of the hall towards Cinema 9. What was standing before us, on the passageway outside the theater, was a long, high ramp, surrounded by towering lights and speakers. There were more or less a hundred, fully made-up models seated on rows of chairs on the side of the ramp. Most of them were assisted by whom we presumed as their managers and all ladies were on heels, ready to strut. All of us instantly chickened out and decided to walk instead on the hallways of The Block, despite the fact that our Tita kept on texting us, insisting on showing our faces to her.
Later on the same day, my mom was able to talk to my tita at a dinner party. She explained that the filing of application form is actually the initial screening wherein the models have to walk and be interviewed by the panel of judges. She stressed again that the workshop will be a great opportunity for us to remodel our timid personalities and assured that we may again try to audition, this time with no ramp modelling, only with an interview. So after all the reconsiderations, we finally signed application forms, showed our faces to the organizers and was told to return for the final screening on the first of May, this time warned that we need to prepare ourselves for we really have to walk on stage.
I really do not want to recount the horrors of our debut on stage (ha, ha), so to cut the story short, after 6 hours of standing and marching on heels, Tricia and I were included in the selected twenty from a group of sixty. So now, after the contract signing last Sunday, the kick-off party last Monday and the announcement that we’ll have a make-over and a pictorial this week, I’m establishing the fact that my last month before med school is going to be one crazy hell of a ride. ;)
Just when I thought there are enough unforeseeable events already, my Dad asked last Thursday if Charles may want to drive his (my Dad’s) car for us girls and join the family in our overnight excursion in Tagaytay. Without hesitation, he said yes, so I was with him for the longest time last week. ♥♥♥
*done blabbing.
But I did, last Thursday. Two weeks ago, my Tita Vicky, well known in the family for her being our ticket holder to beauty pageants and the like, convinced my parents to let us join a month-long, dancing, acting and ramp modelling workshop. On the word of her, everything is already set – clothes are sponsored, designers were already hired, venues were all previously booked for us – we just have to pass an application form and join. We agreed, thinking there’ll be no better way to spend May, anyway.
Dressed oh-so casually, we went to SM North, last April 26, carrying only our pens. With me are my two sisters and a friend who was talked into joining too. Filing of the application form was set to be at Cinema 9. While walking our way to the said place, we were talking about what we expect to see. We’re all imagining the inside of the theater to be adorned with perhaps one or two tables and a number chairs, filled with a few people who apparently have also heard the whisper that there’ll be a modelling workshop. No worries, we thought, we just have to write, nevertheless.
All of us were stunned when we turned around the corner of the hall towards Cinema 9. What was standing before us, on the passageway outside the theater, was a long, high ramp, surrounded by towering lights and speakers. There were more or less a hundred, fully made-up models seated on rows of chairs on the side of the ramp. Most of them were assisted by whom we presumed as their managers and all ladies were on heels, ready to strut. All of us instantly chickened out and decided to walk instead on the hallways of The Block, despite the fact that our Tita kept on texting us, insisting on showing our faces to her.
Later on the same day, my mom was able to talk to my tita at a dinner party. She explained that the filing of application form is actually the initial screening wherein the models have to walk and be interviewed by the panel of judges. She stressed again that the workshop will be a great opportunity for us to remodel our timid personalities and assured that we may again try to audition, this time with no ramp modelling, only with an interview. So after all the reconsiderations, we finally signed application forms, showed our faces to the organizers and was told to return for the final screening on the first of May, this time warned that we need to prepare ourselves for we really have to walk on stage.
I really do not want to recount the horrors of our debut on stage (ha, ha), so to cut the story short, after 6 hours of standing and marching on heels, Tricia and I were included in the selected twenty from a group of sixty. So now, after the contract signing last Sunday, the kick-off party last Monday and the announcement that we’ll have a make-over and a pictorial this week, I’m establishing the fact that my last month before med school is going to be one crazy hell of a ride. ;)
Just when I thought there are enough unforeseeable events already, my Dad asked last Thursday if Charles may want to drive his (my Dad’s) car for us girls and join the family in our overnight excursion in Tagaytay. Without hesitation, he said yes, so I was with him for the longest time last week. ♥♥♥
*done blabbing.
Wednesday, April 23
Career Day
So as to obtain all the requirements for my physical exam on Monday, my destination for this afternoon was a modest hospital near our town. I went with my dad who works there as a clinician (clinician = 20% off on the services! hehe). When we arrived, he asked someone to accompany me in going to the different departments – Radiology, Laboratory, Pediatrics – so that he can stay in his office and do follow-ups. Luckily I was able to bear all the examinations without shedding a tear (I was told before that the PPD exam, which involves an intradermal shot, can be quite painful.=/), but I still could not endure looking at the needle as it penetrates my skin, more so at the blood as it leaves my body. :( I know that I should stop closing my eyes like a little girl and actually start staring intently to see how they do it but I guess it does take time to be at ease with things like that (for me, at least).
Afterwards, I met up with my dad and accompanied him in his last lookover for the day. We entered a patient’s room and there I saw a lady, looking exceedingly slender. Her neck and back are swollen and her breasts are uneven. I gathered during the visit that she has breast cancer and a number of cysts in her neck. Her lungs are filled with water produced by the cancer cells so she finds it awfully hard to breathe. Earlier, my dad performed an operation wherein he removed 1L of water using a needle, but xray results showed that there was no change in the amount of water in the lungs. My dad therefore suggested that a tube be temporarily attached to the lungs so that there’ll be a continuous water expulsion. The husband of the lady responded with a pag-uusapan ho muna namin, salamat po and then we left.
Right after the door was closed behind me did I start asking questions: Bakit hindi mo tanggalin yung tumor, bakit hindi mo tanggalin yung cysts, bakit kailangan pa nilang pag-isipan yung tube placement kung yun lang ang paraan para guminhawa siya..? Only after my dad said, wala na silang pera e, did things start to make complete sense. I realized there was very little hope left for the lady: as long as the tumor is there, the fluid would not stop blocking the airways, and if they could not afford even the temporary remedy, the tumor stays where it is. It was quite shattering; I remained quiet as we were leaving the hospital. I guess my dad heard through the silence because he blurted out, You’ll be facing more devastating cases anak, you have to learn to separate yourself from your emotions, especially when you are facing the patient.
What the hell, I thought. Earlier I realized that I have to be at ease with hurting, now I have to learn to be insensitive. Splendid.
But then again, (This is my favourite beginning of a sentence. Starting off a statement with it means opening up the good side of things. ;) ) deep inside, I know that there is more to just the puncture or the indifference - the pricking aids in the furtherance of a person’s health, and the apathy is actually a way of giving hope to a patient. It amazed me to think that my dad’s being completely clear of emotions during the visit sort of made the case typical, kind of like saying This is the disease, this is the cure, be strong, you will get through this.
The exams, the hell weeks, I can get to grips with. But those - the more devastating cases - sadly, I can not imagine myself (who cries still every time I watch The Notebook) being strong enough to handle.
Blimey, I have LOADS more to learn. -_-
*done blabbing.
Afterwards, I met up with my dad and accompanied him in his last lookover for the day. We entered a patient’s room and there I saw a lady, looking exceedingly slender. Her neck and back are swollen and her breasts are uneven. I gathered during the visit that she has breast cancer and a number of cysts in her neck. Her lungs are filled with water produced by the cancer cells so she finds it awfully hard to breathe. Earlier, my dad performed an operation wherein he removed 1L of water using a needle, but xray results showed that there was no change in the amount of water in the lungs. My dad therefore suggested that a tube be temporarily attached to the lungs so that there’ll be a continuous water expulsion. The husband of the lady responded with a pag-uusapan ho muna namin, salamat po and then we left.
Right after the door was closed behind me did I start asking questions: Bakit hindi mo tanggalin yung tumor, bakit hindi mo tanggalin yung cysts, bakit kailangan pa nilang pag-isipan yung tube placement kung yun lang ang paraan para guminhawa siya..? Only after my dad said, wala na silang pera e, did things start to make complete sense. I realized there was very little hope left for the lady: as long as the tumor is there, the fluid would not stop blocking the airways, and if they could not afford even the temporary remedy, the tumor stays where it is. It was quite shattering; I remained quiet as we were leaving the hospital. I guess my dad heard through the silence because he blurted out, You’ll be facing more devastating cases anak, you have to learn to separate yourself from your emotions, especially when you are facing the patient.
What the hell, I thought. Earlier I realized that I have to be at ease with hurting, now I have to learn to be insensitive. Splendid.
But then again, (This is my favourite beginning of a sentence. Starting off a statement with it means opening up the good side of things. ;) ) deep inside, I know that there is more to just the puncture or the indifference - the pricking aids in the furtherance of a person’s health, and the apathy is actually a way of giving hope to a patient. It amazed me to think that my dad’s being completely clear of emotions during the visit sort of made the case typical, kind of like saying This is the disease, this is the cure, be strong, you will get through this.
The exams, the hell weeks, I can get to grips with. But those - the more devastating cases - sadly, I can not imagine myself (who cries still every time I watch The Notebook) being strong enough to handle.
Blimey, I have LOADS more to learn. -_-
*done blabbing.
Friday, April 18
Wednesday, April 16
From Local Andalasia
Finally, a trip awaaay from home. :)
My dear Charles has to go through 240 hours of internship in a Toyota establishment in Laguna this summer, so to compensate for the little time left for us, we spent the whole day together yesterday in Enchanted Kingdom. (If you are shocked that I was allowed to go, don’t worry, I was too. I was given a go signal even if I asked for permission only on the same day.)
I was very, very excited that I was all giddy during the trip going to Laguna (as in silly-giddy, in short, loka.) Understandable, of course, because 1. it has been a looooong time since I last went to EK 2. I wasn’t able to join Ceej and company on their trip 3. I was stuck at home for the longest time and 4. it’s my first out-of-town excursion with him. He may have laughed at me for my being too eager but I know, and I’ll bet all my fingers on it, that he was way more thrilled than I was. :D (haha)
There has been a switch in the roles when we arrived – I was already the one laughing at him. :P I have come to know that I am more keen on rides (haha, peace tayo! <3) but I am grateful, for he allowed himself to be swayed into climbing onto the rides that he dreaded. :P
After so many picture-taking, and walking, and screaming, and laughing (and laughing, and laughing), we went home with our heads spinning, our feet tired, our clothes wet, our pockets empty and our hearts happy. ;)
The trip was definitely a noteworthy first. Am hoping it won’t be the last. ;)
*done blabbing.
My dear Charles has to go through 240 hours of internship in a Toyota establishment in Laguna this summer, so to compensate for the little time left for us, we spent the whole day together yesterday in Enchanted Kingdom. (If you are shocked that I was allowed to go, don’t worry, I was too. I was given a go signal even if I asked for permission only on the same day.)
I was very, very excited that I was all giddy during the trip going to Laguna (as in silly-giddy, in short, loka.) Understandable, of course, because 1. it has been a looooong time since I last went to EK 2. I wasn’t able to join Ceej and company on their trip 3. I was stuck at home for the longest time and 4. it’s my first out-of-town excursion with him. He may have laughed at me for my being too eager but I know, and I’ll bet all my fingers on it, that he was way more thrilled than I was. :D (haha)
There has been a switch in the roles when we arrived – I was already the one laughing at him. :P I have come to know that I am more keen on rides (haha, peace tayo! <3) but I am grateful, for he allowed himself to be swayed into climbing onto the rides that he dreaded. :P
After so many picture-taking, and walking, and screaming, and laughing (and laughing, and laughing), we went home with our heads spinning, our feet tired, our clothes wet, our pockets empty and our hearts happy. ;)
The trip was definitely a noteworthy first. Am hoping it won’t be the last. ;)
*done blabbing.
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