Yey, it's payday! With almost twenty pesos in my wallet and a whole page of outstanding debt, I will probably savor the moment I write a positive entry into my personal spreadsheet. One measly positive entry among 25 negative ones. Such a shame for my highly specialized, totally useless overrated medical education. When I go out with my friends, I usually shun away from any conversation regarding salaries, investments and properties. We are at the same age, but they are paid a whole lot more. I had a conversation with a friend, an IT professional, last night and he was doing HTML, MySQL and Linux systems. I took those for my informatics elective in medical school. Give me a Linux PC and around 6 months, I can probably do what he can do. He owns a car, has a townhouse and goes to out-of-town trips twice a month. He leads a pretty comfortable life for a thirty-four-year old bachelor--a real one--and if I compare it with a doctor's salary, we will be having a comfortable life at 45, which every professional probably accomplish by the time they are 35.
We, meaning my classmates and I, have concluded this years ago: we are in the wrong profession. That is, if we really want to make loads of dough. It's a sad thought, and right now, we totally resigned to the fact and came to terms with our priorities; it isn't about the money anymore.
I never had my own bank account here in the country. There's no so much to put anyway. I had a huge problem before since I usually get checks as payment, save for those moonlighting hours which they usually give us cash. I soon figured out that I still have my old bank account which I co-signed with my mom. I opened this account when I was ten years old, but since I am a minor, I had to get my mom to co-sign for me. Those were the heydays of my artistic life. For four years. my mom coaxed me to join a lot of art contests and luckily, they found my works interesting. Actually, up to now, I have no idea how I won those art tilts. I stopped after doing it for 3 years: I was getting old and the art style is slowly getting inappropriate. The money is good back then. My ten-year old self holding an oil pastel makes more than me, at thirty, wielding a stet. The bittersweet irony of my mediocre, unaccomplised, irrelevant life.
Niow that I need to go pick up my check, I need to score some dough from my parents for fare money. More likely, I will be scurrying back home after procuring the cheques, so as to prevent hunger pangs from stinging my belly because I refuse to spend money for dinner. But honestly, I got used to these kind of hardships. These are just pebbles on the road; and I have faced boulders. I had the experience of being deprived of hope and how it consumed me--body and spirit. These petty challenges is just an affirmation of being alive.
It is not often about money anymore, it's about keeping your head above the water, and hoping that a wave is not in sight, to bring you down underwater, again.
Thursday, February 28, 2008
I'm Getting Paid Like A Normal Person
Yey, it's payday! With almost twenty pesos in my wallet and a whole page of outstanding debt, I will probably savor the moment I write a positive entry into my personal spreadsheet. One measly positive entry among 25 negative ones. Such a shame for my highly specialized, totally useless overrated medical education. When I go out with my friends, I usually shun away from any conversation regarding salaries, investments and properties. We are at the same age, but they are paid a whole lot more. I had a conversation with a friend, an IT professional, last night and he was doing HTML, MySQL and Linux systems. I took those for my informatics elective in medical school. Give me a Linux PC and around 6 months, I can probably do what he can do. He owns a car, has a townhouse and goes to out-of-town trips twice a month. He leads a pretty comfortable life for a thirty-four-year old bachelor--a real one--and if I compare it with a doctor's salary, we will be having a comfortable life at 45, which every professional probably accomplish by the time they are 35.
We, meaning my classmates and I, have concluded this years ago: we are in the wrong profession. That is, if we really want to make loads of dough. It's a sad thought, and right now, we totally resigned to the fact and came to terms with our priorities; it isn't about the money anymore.
I never had my own bank account here in the country. There's no so much to put anyway. I had a huge problem before since I usually get checks as payment, save for those moonlighting hours which they usually give us cash. I soon figured out that I still have my old bank account which I co-signed with my mom. I opened this account when I was ten years old, but since I am a minor, I had to get my mom to co-sign for me. Those were the heydays of my artistic life. For four years. my mom coaxed me to join a lot of art contests and luckily, they found my works interesting. Actually, up to now, I have no idea how I won those art tilts. I stopped after doing it for 3 years: I was getting old and the art style is slowly getting inappropriate. The money is good back then. My ten-year old self holding an oil pastel makes more than me, at thirty, wielding a stet. The bittersweet irony of my mediocre, unaccomplised, irrelevant life.
Niow that I need to go pick up my check, I need to score some dough from my parents for fare money. More likely, I will be scurrying back home after procuring the cheques, so as to prevent hunger pangs from stinging my belly because I refuse to spend money for dinner. But honestly, I got used to these kind of hardships. These are just pebbles on the road; and I have faced boulders. I had the experience of being deprived of hope and how it consumed me--body and spirit. These petty challenges is just an affirmation of being alive.
It is not often about money anymore, it's about keeping your head above the water, and hoping that a wave is not in sight to bring you down again.
We, meaning my classmates and I, have concluded this years ago: we are in the wrong profession. That is, if we really want to make loads of dough. It's a sad thought, and right now, we totally resigned to the fact and came to terms with our priorities; it isn't about the money anymore.
I never had my own bank account here in the country. There's no so much to put anyway. I had a huge problem before since I usually get checks as payment, save for those moonlighting hours which they usually give us cash. I soon figured out that I still have my old bank account which I co-signed with my mom. I opened this account when I was ten years old, but since I am a minor, I had to get my mom to co-sign for me. Those were the heydays of my artistic life. For four years. my mom coaxed me to join a lot of art contests and luckily, they found my works interesting. Actually, up to now, I have no idea how I won those art tilts. I stopped after doing it for 3 years: I was getting old and the art style is slowly getting inappropriate. The money is good back then. My ten-year old self holding an oil pastel makes more than me, at thirty, wielding a stet. The bittersweet irony of my mediocre, unaccomplised, irrelevant life.
Niow that I need to go pick up my check, I need to score some dough from my parents for fare money. More likely, I will be scurrying back home after procuring the cheques, so as to prevent hunger pangs from stinging my belly because I refuse to spend money for dinner. But honestly, I got used to these kind of hardships. These are just pebbles on the road; and I have faced boulders. I had the experience of being deprived of hope and how it consumed me--body and spirit. These petty challenges is just an affirmation of being alive.
It is not often about money anymore, it's about keeping your head above the water, and hoping that a wave is not in sight to bring you down again.
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Finally, I Got My Papers In
After the distasteful encounter with BossShitCrap, I was able to turn my papers in, finally. It will take a week before it comes out, but at least they didn't give me a hard time this time. PRC was another damn marketplace yesterday and I really thought I'll be spending the rest of the afternoon there. There's a gay guy in the legal department who was so mean and snubbish but I didn't bother to make a big fuss out of it. I recognize him from the Step class I used to attend in Fitness First. Maybe he recognized me, too. I never had a word with him...maybe that's why.
Anyway, I made a point that I am totally free of any responsibilities yesterday. I also set my mind not to get mad to anyone. I listened to Sweeney Todd all the way to PRC (Sondheim always makes my day. Always.) and just kept smiling to myself. I may look like a loon but it kept my sanity safe. I never raised my voice to the PRC people despite the wrong lines they kept sending me. Nor to the fat, old, mean gay guy in the legal department. I was totally calm. In another bitch moment, I would have done my asanas in the middle of the floor. It was a matter of mind set and a little tickle on your good chakras. Haha.
Anyway, I made a point that I am totally free of any responsibilities yesterday. I also set my mind not to get mad to anyone. I listened to Sweeney Todd all the way to PRC (Sondheim always makes my day. Always.) and just kept smiling to myself. I may look like a loon but it kept my sanity safe. I never raised my voice to the PRC people despite the wrong lines they kept sending me. Nor to the fat, old, mean gay guy in the legal department. I was totally calm. In another bitch moment, I would have done my asanas in the middle of the floor. It was a matter of mind set and a little tickle on your good chakras. Haha.
Saturday, February 23, 2008
Encounter With BossShitCrap
Looks like I am spending another weekend at home. I totally ditched all invitations to go out yesterday. Well, I figured that I went drinking until 3 am last Friday and I guess I should spend the Saturday for myself. What did I do? Some trivial stuff the WHOLE day long. Pretty juvenile, yes, but I am definitely hooked to this Daxter Game in PSP. Then, I arranged my music archive again. Laptop has been dead for a week and I just learned that some of my important files are still in there! I don't want to hit my panic button because my catecholamines are still up from my encounter with the DOH people.
Oh, yeah I really did make a scene in the Department of Health. They are giving me such HUGE bureaucratic crap. I have all my documents ready save for my Certificate of Registration and the Cert of No Pending case. When I applied for the No Pending Case, they gave me a certificate of good standing which is essentially the same piece of shit but the latter is from the legal department. I applied for a replacement for my certificate of registration so I figured that I should show them this claim stub and probably accept it since I need the document from them ASAP.
When I went to the freaking DOH Int'l Health Office. It was their lunch break and their office will open up at 1pm. The nerve. People from the government having a freaking lunch break. One, they don't deserve it and two, they are a government agency. Taxpayers are paying for them to have a coffeebreak? Well, I did not make a big deal out of it that time. I was in a good mood.
Then, I presented my papers. Girl #1 is kind enough to accept the Cert of Good Standing, she has to ask about the Cert of Registration. Bossshitcrap should be consulted. So, off I go to bossshitcrap. She told me she can't accept the stub. I told her that I have a replacement coming but it will be out in 2-3 months. I cannot understand what kind of proof they need for me to file my papers. I have my license and I have this certificate that I am in good standing. Oh, she said:"Well, there are some people who are actually faking their license..." I was like: WTF? I have a freakin' contract from the US...do you think they will accept me if I am just a dummy doctor. After all the pleading, it boils down to "No, you have to get a certificate that your Cert of Registration is under process."
Okay, I'm going to play this game, I told myself. I went back to PRC and obtained that stupid document. It will be out in five days. Pakshet naman, o.
So, I got this certificate 3 days ago and marched back to DOH. Guess what? They issued me --tada!!--another Certificate of Good Standing, this one has a "for whatever legal purpose it may serve" clause in it. Great. After 5 days and P100 less, I got another Good Standing piece of paper shit.
At the DOH, Girl #2 got my papers this time and looked at my Good Standing. She said we needed a Certificate of No Pending Case, not this one. I argued that Girl#1 said it's fine the last time. She said "Oh no, you should talk to BossShitCrap about this". So I talked to her again. Bossshitcrap said the same thing, "I cannot accept this." This time I was raising my voice. I told her that Girl#1 told me it is okay and I specifically asked PRC about this No Pending Case document and they told me it's the same as the Good Standing piece of shit. She even showed me how it looked like and their letter to PRC, telling them to issue applicants with the No Pending Case from the Legal Department.
I was so frustrated. I wanted to have a go on her false eyelashes. Her neck was also a pretty nice wringing ground.
I told her that it wasn't my fault since I asked them about the No Pending Case and this is what they issued me. I surmised that it is definitely not my responsibility to tell those imbeciles in the PRC that the Good Standing certificate is not the same as the No Pending Case Document. I don't understand why they cannot accept my documents. I was definitely raising my voice because it is such a pain in the ass to go to DOH. It's out of the way and moreover, my papers will get delayed for another week.
She finally asked me, "Why did the rest of the applicants got it right?".
"Maam BossShitCrap, I went directly to the PRC to ask the right questions and to get the right document. Apparently, they gave me the wrong one and it's not my FRIGGIN' fault!! " Actually, if you read both certificates, they say the same thing. I don't understand why can't they accept one for the other?
She said, "But, I cannot accept that. "Wait, I have a phone call," she retorted and turned her back from me.
I stormed out of the room. I was so furious. I might say something really evil to BossShitCrap. She uses this teeny-weeny voice that sounded like a school teacher talking to her fifth grade pupil. It was so annoying. She even said something like, "Ganyan talaga ang nag-aapply," complete with her malambing-but-annoying-almost-sarcastic tone.
Does that mean they have this clout over people since they are applying? How come people have this notion that applying to them is akin to asking them a favor? It affirms that Filipinos are, indeed, power hungry. Well, specifically, BossShitCrap. She took this opportunity to torment applicants like me. I guess she figured that she can never have this power over a doctor and powertripping might be a good hobby she can learn. Wow.
I have been through a lot by this time and these people are still giving me a hard time. Ugh. I hate it. I took the time off before going back to the dinghy DOH building. I have to cool off my steam for a few days. But, it is so frustrating that some things in the Philippine government offices will never learn to change. So, I have to go back to PRC and get the No Pending Case Certificate. I have two certificates of Good Standing which I don't need. Should I ask for a refund? It's almost 200 bucks for two pieces of paper which will soon be shredder fodder. But, with the amazing services of Philippine government offices, I bet they won't give me the freaking refund.
Oh, yeah I really did make a scene in the Department of Health. They are giving me such HUGE bureaucratic crap. I have all my documents ready save for my Certificate of Registration and the Cert of No Pending case. When I applied for the No Pending Case, they gave me a certificate of good standing which is essentially the same piece of shit but the latter is from the legal department. I applied for a replacement for my certificate of registration so I figured that I should show them this claim stub and probably accept it since I need the document from them ASAP.
When I went to the freaking DOH Int'l Health Office. It was their lunch break and their office will open up at 1pm. The nerve. People from the government having a freaking lunch break. One, they don't deserve it and two, they are a government agency. Taxpayers are paying for them to have a coffeebreak? Well, I did not make a big deal out of it that time. I was in a good mood.
Then, I presented my papers. Girl #1 is kind enough to accept the Cert of Good Standing, she has to ask about the Cert of Registration. Bossshitcrap should be consulted. So, off I go to bossshitcrap. She told me she can't accept the stub. I told her that I have a replacement coming but it will be out in 2-3 months. I cannot understand what kind of proof they need for me to file my papers. I have my license and I have this certificate that I am in good standing. Oh, she said:"Well, there are some people who are actually faking their license..." I was like: WTF? I have a freakin' contract from the US...do you think they will accept me if I am just a dummy doctor. After all the pleading, it boils down to "No, you have to get a certificate that your Cert of Registration is under process."
Okay, I'm going to play this game, I told myself. I went back to PRC and obtained that stupid document. It will be out in five days. Pakshet naman, o.
So, I got this certificate 3 days ago and marched back to DOH. Guess what? They issued me --tada!!--another Certificate of Good Standing, this one has a "for whatever legal purpose it may serve" clause in it. Great. After 5 days and P100 less, I got another Good Standing piece of paper shit.
At the DOH, Girl #2 got my papers this time and looked at my Good Standing. She said we needed a Certificate of No Pending Case, not this one. I argued that Girl#1 said it's fine the last time. She said "Oh no, you should talk to BossShitCrap about this". So I talked to her again. Bossshitcrap said the same thing, "I cannot accept this." This time I was raising my voice. I told her that Girl#1 told me it is okay and I specifically asked PRC about this No Pending Case document and they told me it's the same as the Good Standing piece of shit. She even showed me how it looked like and their letter to PRC, telling them to issue applicants with the No Pending Case from the Legal Department.
I was so frustrated. I wanted to have a go on her false eyelashes. Her neck was also a pretty nice wringing ground.
I told her that it wasn't my fault since I asked them about the No Pending Case and this is what they issued me. I surmised that it is definitely not my responsibility to tell those imbeciles in the PRC that the Good Standing certificate is not the same as the No Pending Case Document. I don't understand why they cannot accept my documents. I was definitely raising my voice because it is such a pain in the ass to go to DOH. It's out of the way and moreover, my papers will get delayed for another week.
She finally asked me, "Why did the rest of the applicants got it right?".
"Maam BossShitCrap, I went directly to the PRC to ask the right questions and to get the right document. Apparently, they gave me the wrong one and it's not my FRIGGIN' fault!! " Actually, if you read both certificates, they say the same thing. I don't understand why can't they accept one for the other?
She said, "But, I cannot accept that. "Wait, I have a phone call," she retorted and turned her back from me.
I stormed out of the room. I was so furious. I might say something really evil to BossShitCrap. She uses this teeny-weeny voice that sounded like a school teacher talking to her fifth grade pupil. It was so annoying. She even said something like, "Ganyan talaga ang nag-aapply," complete with her malambing-but-annoying-almost-sarcastic tone.
Does that mean they have this clout over people since they are applying? How come people have this notion that applying to them is akin to asking them a favor? It affirms that Filipinos are, indeed, power hungry. Well, specifically, BossShitCrap. She took this opportunity to torment applicants like me. I guess she figured that she can never have this power over a doctor and powertripping might be a good hobby she can learn. Wow.
I have been through a lot by this time and these people are still giving me a hard time. Ugh. I hate it. I took the time off before going back to the dinghy DOH building. I have to cool off my steam for a few days. But, it is so frustrating that some things in the Philippine government offices will never learn to change. So, I have to go back to PRC and get the No Pending Case Certificate. I have two certificates of Good Standing which I don't need. Should I ask for a refund? It's almost 200 bucks for two pieces of paper which will soon be shredder fodder. But, with the amazing services of Philippine government offices, I bet they won't give me the freaking refund.
Thursday, February 21, 2008
Adjusting Well, But Dead Tired
Actually, I am not adjusting well. My body is rejecting Manila and you can see it from my face. My eyelids are puffy, my nose is red and my eyes are continuously watery. My allergies are killing me! I endure the sneezing all throughout that day and my eyes are burning from itch. Aside from that, my feet looks like the map of the Philippine Islands from all the shedding. I never had an attack of dyshidrotic eczema for the last 10 months, but after a week here in Manila, my soles started to have vesicles. Ugh.
Well, it's true that I am getting into the rhythm of Manila life right now. It entails 30% of my time for work, 30% for the commute and the rest for sleep, recreation and going out. I get to read while doing the long commute from Novaliches to Makati/Manila which is actually great. I would think it's stupid, but I look forward to that long commute. I get lost in the pages as the morning traffic breeze by in my periphery. I get to focus on my novel and at the same time, I am moving from point A to point B. That's why I never had the motivation to drive.
Speaking of driving, I have to nail that skill at once.
I am currently hooked to the Barnes and Noble Meet The Author podcast. (I download it from iTunes for free) They interviewed some of my favorite authors and its really, really great to hear their voice, learn about their writing process and the basically, their life.
I am so tired today. Forgive me, but I think I have to crash.
Well, it's true that I am getting into the rhythm of Manila life right now. It entails 30% of my time for work, 30% for the commute and the rest for sleep, recreation and going out. I get to read while doing the long commute from Novaliches to Makati/Manila which is actually great. I would think it's stupid, but I look forward to that long commute. I get lost in the pages as the morning traffic breeze by in my periphery. I get to focus on my novel and at the same time, I am moving from point A to point B. That's why I never had the motivation to drive.
Speaking of driving, I have to nail that skill at once.
I am currently hooked to the Barnes and Noble Meet The Author podcast. (I download it from iTunes for free) They interviewed some of my favorite authors and its really, really great to hear their voice, learn about their writing process and the basically, their life.
I am so tired today. Forgive me, but I think I have to crash.
Friday, February 08, 2008
Freaky Friday
I am officially freaking out today (yes, coincidentally, it's a friday) because my laptop just decided that it will dim itself. He started this 2 days ago, then, all of a sudden when I turned it on this morning, after seeing the Compaq splash screen and the Windows boot scrolling thingofmajigs, it conked out. I could still see the desktop, but I am not planning to shine a flashlight the whole day while I edit my work. So, from the then on, I went downhill.
I am supposed to have work this afternoon, but I ditched it. I should have gone to Makati today and work on my new assignment, but I ditched it. I am supposed to have a dinner symposium thing for Unilab in Manila Polo Club this evening, but I prefered to figure out what is wrong with my Compaq. So, I ditched it as well. Right now, I still have stress hormones and cathecolamines circulating in my system.
Well, the good thing is I finally learned what is wrong. After hours in the tech forums, I learned that the FL inverter board of the LCD should be replaced. Before that, I called the HP service center and actually asked about the cost of making my compaq well again! Lo, and behold -- diagnostic fee costs 1,200 bucks!! Then, if I do want it serviced, there's a labor fee of 1,600 pesos plus the cost of the part to be replaced. I was shocked. I refuse to pay 1,200 for diagnosis fee for something I already know, and my Compaq is already 3 years old, a good age to bring it rather to the talyer instead of these expensive service centers. In techno parlance, that means my Compaq is going to Greenhills.
I can't believe the exorbitant prices for repair services. I guess they figured that laptop owners have money in their pockets, so might as well rip them off and make the most profit from repairing their toy. I am one exception to the rule though. I don't have money to burn and if ever I do, burning it for a computer repair service is in the least of my expenditures.
I am practically swamped with work and it's a fret to do research without my trusted laptop. I honestly don't know if I could transfer my Zotero bookmark, notes and files to my laptop. Probably not, so that is what's bugging me right now. I have to stick to one computer in doing my research work and that means sticking with this desktop and feigning the thought of bringing work on the road. Ugh. What a mess.
Oh well. My blog is getting full of rants these days, and I dont think it's cyberhealthy. Well, there are a lot of changes going on with my life right now and I am coping with it and trying to live 5 months with the stress in Manila. I hope I get out of here in one piece.
It's a Friday night, I am at home, working. That. Is. Freaky.
I am supposed to have work this afternoon, but I ditched it. I should have gone to Makati today and work on my new assignment, but I ditched it. I am supposed to have a dinner symposium thing for Unilab in Manila Polo Club this evening, but I prefered to figure out what is wrong with my Compaq. So, I ditched it as well. Right now, I still have stress hormones and cathecolamines circulating in my system.
Well, the good thing is I finally learned what is wrong. After hours in the tech forums, I learned that the FL inverter board of the LCD should be replaced. Before that, I called the HP service center and actually asked about the cost of making my compaq well again! Lo, and behold -- diagnostic fee costs 1,200 bucks!! Then, if I do want it serviced, there's a labor fee of 1,600 pesos plus the cost of the part to be replaced. I was shocked. I refuse to pay 1,200 for diagnosis fee for something I already know, and my Compaq is already 3 years old, a good age to bring it rather to the talyer instead of these expensive service centers. In techno parlance, that means my Compaq is going to Greenhills.
I can't believe the exorbitant prices for repair services. I guess they figured that laptop owners have money in their pockets, so might as well rip them off and make the most profit from repairing their toy. I am one exception to the rule though. I don't have money to burn and if ever I do, burning it for a computer repair service is in the least of my expenditures.
I am practically swamped with work and it's a fret to do research without my trusted laptop. I honestly don't know if I could transfer my Zotero bookmark, notes and files to my laptop. Probably not, so that is what's bugging me right now. I have to stick to one computer in doing my research work and that means sticking with this desktop and feigning the thought of bringing work on the road. Ugh. What a mess.
Oh well. My blog is getting full of rants these days, and I dont think it's cyberhealthy. Well, there are a lot of changes going on with my life right now and I am coping with it and trying to live 5 months with the stress in Manila. I hope I get out of here in one piece.
It's a Friday night, I am at home, working. That. Is. Freaky.
Thursday, February 07, 2008
I Am Legend
I feel old. I feel like a bear, not in the kink sense, but someone who hibernated for 10 months. Everything in me is creaky and needs oiling (I'm strying hard to sound serious here, okay). I suck in everything I used to do well. (Now really..) But I guess, I have to rise from my butt and get going with life again. Ka-hoot.
I suck in badminton. I terribly find myself disgusting. I used to beat up a lot of people but when I tried playing again a week ago, ihe magic is lost. I guess my peers got better, too. My months of absence in the court really shows. Ugh. I hate losing.
I now see ECGs as 'squiggly lines'. Again. It's like going through 3rd year of medical school. I cannot confidently say antero-septal-myocardial-infaction. I have to do a tongue-in -the-cheek after and between the words. I guess I lost a lot of neurons from all the boozing and late night trysts (trysts in the middle of the night: does that make you dumb? I've done that more than the boozing, though.)
I can't stay up after 12 midnight. Unless it is something important. *wink, wink*
My allergies are killing me like a plague. I keep sneezing, scratching my eyes and sniffing all day. Manila is one humongous dust cloud that is slowly choking me. Haaay.
i've read two novels in two days, though. Something I am really delighted to have done. One is Oracle Night by Paul Auster and The Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini. Kite Runner is one shit of a book. I cried like a friggin' milkmaid all the way to the end. It's just a pity that the movie sucks, accordinng to some friends who went to the premiere night in New York. The director, according to them, should be chained where everyone can slap pies on his face. Such a disappointment for one hell of a book.
Hosseini is a MD! He practiced Internal Medicine for 3 years, published this book in 2003 and become a writer ever since. He now works for the UN as a peace worker in Afghanistan. I have a lot of realizations from reading that piece of work and it deserves anothe blog. For this purpose, however, it inspired me to write fiction myself. I passion that I've trashed after committing myself to medicine. Just a thought...
Work is overwhelming me right now. Okay, its not the work actually, its the commute! I hate the freaking commute from Novaliches to Makati and back! OMG, it scrapes out the productivity in you. It even takes your fresh-from-the-shower smell. I think its pure torture to commute this way everyday. How can people take this? Two days ago, I came to realize, as I was standing in the MRT during the afternoon rush hour, that traffic people, whoever is in charge of all these commuter torture, are all stupid. I hope they know that with not doing their job in making traffic a lot better, is actually detrimental to our country's economy. Traffic scoops out the positive outlook, the energy and the productivity in you. I absolutely hate every single minute I sit down in traffic.
Well, its been a while since I posted, so there you go. I've been using my desktop for a week now and actually missing the feel of my laptop's keyboard. Now, that I am using my laptop again, I feel charges. Unlike what traffic does to me. Have a nice weekend everyone!
I suck in badminton. I terribly find myself disgusting. I used to beat up a lot of people but when I tried playing again a week ago, ihe magic is lost. I guess my peers got better, too. My months of absence in the court really shows. Ugh. I hate losing.
I now see ECGs as 'squiggly lines'. Again. It's like going through 3rd year of medical school. I cannot confidently say antero-septal-myocardial-infaction. I have to do a tongue-in -the-cheek after and between the words. I guess I lost a lot of neurons from all the boozing and late night trysts (trysts in the middle of the night: does that make you dumb? I've done that more than the boozing, though.)
I can't stay up after 12 midnight. Unless it is something important. *wink, wink*
My allergies are killing me like a plague. I keep sneezing, scratching my eyes and sniffing all day. Manila is one humongous dust cloud that is slowly choking me. Haaay.
i've read two novels in two days, though. Something I am really delighted to have done. One is Oracle Night by Paul Auster and The Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini. Kite Runner is one shit of a book. I cried like a friggin' milkmaid all the way to the end. It's just a pity that the movie sucks, accordinng to some friends who went to the premiere night in New York. The director, according to them, should be chained where everyone can slap pies on his face. Such a disappointment for one hell of a book.
Hosseini is a MD! He practiced Internal Medicine for 3 years, published this book in 2003 and become a writer ever since. He now works for the UN as a peace worker in Afghanistan. I have a lot of realizations from reading that piece of work and it deserves anothe blog. For this purpose, however, it inspired me to write fiction myself. I passion that I've trashed after committing myself to medicine. Just a thought...
Work is overwhelming me right now. Okay, its not the work actually, its the commute! I hate the freaking commute from Novaliches to Makati and back! OMG, it scrapes out the productivity in you. It even takes your fresh-from-the-shower smell. I think its pure torture to commute this way everyday. How can people take this? Two days ago, I came to realize, as I was standing in the MRT during the afternoon rush hour, that traffic people, whoever is in charge of all these commuter torture, are all stupid. I hope they know that with not doing their job in making traffic a lot better, is actually detrimental to our country's economy. Traffic scoops out the positive outlook, the energy and the productivity in you. I absolutely hate every single minute I sit down in traffic.
Well, its been a while since I posted, so there you go. I've been using my desktop for a week now and actually missing the feel of my laptop's keyboard. Now, that I am using my laptop again, I feel charges. Unlike what traffic does to me. Have a nice weekend everyone!
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