eerie errors part 3

ok here are some more errors that i compiled...

The patient's mother died at age 72, secondary to myocardial infarction. To the patient's knowledge, she had no breast tissues. (issues)

COPD, odor dependent - (O2 dependent)

The patient's weight is half beyond stable. (The patient's weight has been stable.)

She is in no oblivious distress (obvious)
Attention headaches (tension headaches)

Brother who is 87. We have mom at 30, dad at 29. (He has a brother who is age 7. We have mom at 30 and dad at 29.)

I do favor bypass surgery, dehiscence (but he seems) to be quite resistant.

MG level (ENERGY)

This is an 85-year-old freaking American woman (African)

Mary is doping pretty well. (doing)

ill-defying mass (ill-defining mass)

I so great, like a new woman. (FEEL)

There is a law suite (lawsuit) involved apparently. (Gee.. I wonder what style this is)

She was diagnosed with left breast cancer in which she underwent a previous lumpectomy but said of no detection, resolves with chemotherapy and radiation. (She was diagnosed with left breast cancer in which she underwent a previous lumpectomy WITH SENTINEL NODE DISSECTION WITH SUBSEQUENT chemotherapy and radiation.)

Ms. Davis reports feeling very tired today and uneasy with her teeth. (EASILY FATIGUED)

I am going to give him expectant therapy with Neurontin 300 mg t.i.d. as if (TO SEE IF) this will help him

We finally needed soft gel motility in order to check out her reflux symptoms. (We finally did an esophageal motility on her to check out her reflux symptoms.)

Microsoft's new OS

saw this posted by a friend of mine in a forum. so funny! and then far below is my take on the use of Wife 1.0

Here's an interesting letter to Microsoft :

Dear Microsoft Technical Support,
I am desperate for some help. I recently upgraded from Girlfriend 7.0 to Wife 1.0 and found that the new program began giving unexpected errors and also took up a lot of space and valuable resources. This wasn't mentioned in the product brochure. In addition Wife 1.0 installs itself into all other programs and launches during system initialization where it monitors all other system activity. Applications such as Boys Night Out 2.5, and Cricket 5.3 no longer run and crash the system whenever selected. Attempting to operate Saturday Sports Bar 6.3 always fails but Saturday Shopping 7.1 runs instead. I cannot seem to keep Wife 1.0 in the background whilst attempting to run any of my favorite applications. I am thinking about going back to Girlfriend 7.0 but uninstall doesn't work on this program.

With regards,
Sd/-User

THE REPLY:
This is a very common problem resulting from a basic misunderstanding. Many men upgrade from Girlfriend 7.0 to Wife 1.0 > > thinking that Wife 1.0 is merely a UTILITIES & ENTERTAINMENT program. Whereas Wife 1.0 is an OPERATING SYSTEM designed by its creator to run everything. You are unlikely to be able to purge Wife 1.0 and still convert back to
Girlfriend 7.0 as Wife 1.0 is not designed to do this and it is impossible to uninstall, delete or purge the program files from the system once installed. Some people have tried to install Girlfriend 8.0 or wife 2.0 but have ended up with even more problems. See in manual under alimony Support and Solicitors Fees). Having Wife 1.0 installed myself I recommend you keep it installed and deal with the difficulties as best you can. When any faults or problems occur, whatever you think has caused them, you must run the C: \I APOLOGIES program and avoid attempting to use the *Esc-key. It may be necessary to run C:\ I APOLOGIES a number of times but hopefully eventually the operating system will return to normal. Wife 1.0 though a very high maintenance program can be very rewarding. To get the most out of it consider buying additional software such as Flowers 2.0 and Chocolates 5.0. Do not under any circumstances install Secretary 36.24.36 (Short Skirt version) as this is not a supported application for Wife 1.0 and the system will almost certainly crash.

Thank you for using the program!

PS: In no case try to install the free software (Mother-in-Law 1.0) that comes with WIFE 1.0 operating system. Installing the software would lead to Not Responding messages from Wife 1.0 operate system.


Dear Sd/-User,

I admire you for you guts in taking a big leap in choosing Wife 1.0. However, you seem to be in a very sticky situation indeed, but anyway, what were you thinking?!! You probably didn't go through the product manual before you installed it. Girlfriend 7.0, although far less superior than Wife 1.0 in features, can be easily installed and uninstalled, a feature not seen in Wife 1.0. It can be downloaded through its website and has a trial period of 20 or more uses before it finally uninstalls, but even then you could always download it through its website again, free of charge. It does not require a key number to make it work as opposed to Wife 1.0 on its initial installation. Also, Girlfriend 7.0 has a compatible application to make it comparable in features to Wife 1.0. (if you browsed through Girlfriend 7.0's website, you should have seen it) You could have downloaded LiveIn 1.0 as an adjunct to the system and it comes with its own antivirus application that automatically detects any suspicious spyware, virus or defect that Girlfriend 7.0 might have. Many do not know this but LiveIn 1.0 can be a good transition if you want to advance ur OS to Wife 1.0. Some conservatives and religious fanatics of Wife 1.0 may not agree with this. I for one don't believe in such crap as Wife 1.0 is a very useful tool, far superior in function than any OS in the market, and countless utilities to help you along the way. The only drawback of Wife 1.0 that i can think of is its high-maintenance as was stated above, checking for virus and spyware, updating it by installing programs such as Flowers 2.0 and Chocolates 5.0 (essential), but arent all OS?

I have yet to ask my husband what his experiences are with regards to Wife 1.0. i believe he is more than satisfied with the product. I guess it entails some getting used to at first, but once you get the hang of it, you would eventually love it and be able to use the program very well and explore its limitless possibilities.

Avid user of Wife 1.0

PS:
If you are really desperate to uninstall Wife 1.0, i believe there is an uninstaller for Wife 1.0, but it is costly and you can only find in ebay. Divorce 1.0 may uninstall Wife 1.0 at a very slow rate and would eventually crash you pc leaving you with nothing, as in nothing. Here in the Philippines, Annul 1.0 seems to be the way to go. What it does is it invalidates Wife 1.0 making the system unable to function. it also has the feature of erasing Wife 1.0 as if it totally never existed or has never been installed.

If you're not that desperate, try having a feel of Wife 1.0 first before you decide. Try using the Help function key to learn its features. My husband has been with Wife 1.0 for more than a year now and he is very satisfied because even in its complexities, it is very user-friendly. If you have figured it out, using it would be just a walk in the park. I guess it is a program that you can live without, but would you want to?

lizette

FRAGILE BY STING

here is one of my favorite songs Fragile by Sting (such a great singer! i love him)

FRAGILE - STING

If blood will flow when flesh and steel are one
Drying in the colour of the evening sun
Tomorrow's rain will wash the stains away
But something in our minds will always stay
Perhaps this final act was meant
To clinch a lifetime's argument
That nothing comes from violence and nothing ever could
For all those born beneath an angry star
Lest we forget how fragile we are

On and on the rain will fall
Like tears from a star like tears from a star
On and on the rain will say
How fragile we are how fragile we are

On and on the rain will fall
Like tears from a star like tears from a star
On and on the rain will say
How fragile we are how fragile we are
How fragile we are how fragile we are



but i also like the rendition of the song by Jason Castro of American Idol.

the last leaf - o'henry

When I was a little girl, Lenten season was filled with shows on TV depicting reruns of different versions of the passion of Christ, bible stories, sad sob stories, teledramas from tv hosts/comedians turned drama actors, and some inspiring ones, too. I would watch each one of them for lack of anything to do. This short film, an adaptation of the famous writer O'Henry's "The Last Leaf," however, caught my fancy because of the simplicity of its plot and the length of the film (children basically have a short attention span and i was not an exception.) My young mind became fascinated at the character of the old man who found his purpose in this world. He always talked about painting his masterpiece someday, and indeed he painted the most beautiful masterpiece in his lifetime. It is quite lengthy, but do read on... it is a very very good story.

"THE LAST LEAF - O' HENRY"

In a little district west of Washington Square the streets have run crazy and broken themselves into small strips called "places." These "places" make strange angles and curves. One Street crosses itself a time or two. An artist once discovered a valuable possibility in this street. Suppose a collector with a bill for paints, paper and canvas should, in traversing this route, suddenly meet himself coming back, without a cent having been paid on account!

So, to quaint old Greenwich Village the art people soon came prowling, hunting for north windows and eighteenth-century gables and Dutch attics and low rents. Then they imported some pewter mugs and a chafing dish or two from Sixth Avenue, and became a "colony."

At the top of a squatty, three-story brick Sue and Johnsy had their studio. "Johnsy" was familiar for Joanna. One was from Maine; the other from California. They had met at the table d'hôte of an Eighth Street "Delmonico's," and found their tastes in art, chicory salad and bishop sleeves so congenial that the joint studio resulted.

That was in May. In November a cold, unseen stranger, whom the doctors called Pneumonia, stalked about the colony, touching one here and there with his icy fingers. Over on the east side this ravager strode boldly, smiting his victims by scores, but his feet trod slowly through the maze of the narrow and moss-grown "places."

Mr. Pneumonia was not what you would call a chivalric old gentleman. A mite of a little woman with blood thinned by California zephyrs was hardly fair game for the red-fisted, short-breathed old duffer. But Johnsy he smote; and she lay, scarcely moving, on her painted iron bedstead, looking through the small Dutch window-panes at the blank side of the next brick house.

One morning the busy doctor invited Sue into the hallway with a shaggy, gray eyebrow.

"She has one chance in - let us say, ten," he said, as he shook down the mercury in his clinical thermometer. " And that chance is for her to want to live. This way people have of lining-u on the side of the undertaker makes the entire pharmacopoeia look silly. Your little lady has made up her mind that she's not going to get well. Has she anything on her mind?"

"She - she wanted to paint the Bay of Naples some day." said Sue.

"Paint? - bosh! Has she anything on her mind worth thinking twice - a man for instance?"

"A man?" said Sue, with a jew's-harp twang in her voice. "Is a man worth - but, no, doctor; there is nothing of the kind."

"Well, it is the weakness, then," said the doctor. "I will do all that science, so far as it may filter through my efforts, can accomplish. But whenever my patient begins to count the carriages in her funeral procession I subtract 50 per cent from the curative power of medicines. If you will get her to ask one question about the new winter styles in cloak sleeves I will promise you a one-in-five chance for her, instead of one in ten."

After the doctor had gone Sue went into the workroom and cried a Japanese napkin to a pulp. Then she swaggered into Johnsy's room with her drawing board, whistling ragtime.

Johnsy lay, scarcely making a ripple under the bedclothes, with her face toward the window. Sue stopped whistling, thinking she was asleep.

She arranged her board and began a pen-and-ink drawing to illustrate a magazine story. Young artists must pave their way to Art by drawing pictures for magazine stories that young authors write to pave their way to Literature.

As Sue was sketching a pair of elegant horseshow riding trousers and a monocle of the figure of the hero, an Idaho cowboy, she heard a low sound, several times repeated. She went quickly to the bedside.

Johnsy's eyes were open wide. She was looking out the window and counting - counting backward.

"Twelve," she said, and little later "eleven"; and then "ten," and "nine"; and then "eight" and "seven", almost together.

Sue look solicitously out of the window. What was there to count? There was only a bare, dreary yard to be seen, and the blank side of the brick house twenty feet away. An old, old ivy vine, gnarled and decayed at the roots, climbed half way up the brick wall. The cold breath of autumn had stricken its leaves from the vine until its skeleton branches clung, almost bare, to the crumbling bricks.

"What is it, dear?" asked Sue.

"Six," said Johnsy, in almost a whisper. "They're falling faster now. Three days ago there were almost a hundred. It made my head ache to count them. But now it's easy. There goes another one. There are only five left now."

"Five what, dear? Tell your Sudie."

"Leaves. On the ivy vine. When the last one falls I must go, too. I've known that for three days. Didn't the doctor tell you?"

"Oh, I never heard of such nonsense," complained Sue, with magnificent scorn. "What have old ivy leaves to do with your getting well? And you used to love that vine so, you naughty girl. Don't be a goosey. Why, the doctor told me this morning that your chances for getting well real soon were - let's see exactly what he said - he said the chances were ten to one! Why, that's almost as good a chance as we have in New York when we ride on the street cars or walk past a new building. Try to take some broth now, and let Sudie go back to her drawing, so she can sell the editor man with it, and buy port wine for her sick child, and pork chops for her greedy self."

"You needn't get any more wine," said Johnsy, keeping her eyes fixed out the window. "There goes another. No, I don't want any broth. That leaves just four. I want to see the last one fall before it gets dark. Then I'll go, too."

"Johnsy, dear," said Sue, bending over her, "will you promise me to keep your eyes closed, and not look out the window until I am done working? I must hand those drawings in by to-morrow. I need the light, or I would draw the shade down."

"Couldn't you draw in the other room?" asked Johnsy, coldly.

"I'd rather be here by you," said Sue. "Beside, I don't want you to keep looking at those silly ivy leaves."

"Tell me as soon as you have finished," said Johnsy, closing her eyes, and lying white and still as fallen statue, "because I want to see the last one fall. I'm tired of waiting. I'm tired of thinking. I want to turn loose my hold on everything, and go sailing down, down, just like one of those poor, tired leaves."

"Try to sleep," said Sue. "I must call Behrman up to be my model for the old hermit miner. I'll not be gone a minute. Don't try to move 'til I come back."

Old Behrman was a painter who lived on the ground floor beneath them. He was past sixty and had a Michael Angelo's Moses beard curling down from the head of a satyr along with the body of an imp. Behrman was a failure in art. Forty years he had wielded the brush without getting near enough to touch the hem of his Mistress's robe. He had been always about to paint a masterpiece, but had never yet begun it. For several years he had painted nothing except now and then a daub in the line of commerce or advertising. He earned a little by serving as a model to those young artists in the colony who could not pay the price of a professional. He drank gin to excess, and still talked of his coming masterpiece. For the rest he was a fierce little old man, who scoffed terribly at softness in any one, and who regarded himself as especial mastiff-in-waiting to protect the two young artists in the studio above.

Sue found Behrman smelling strongly of juniper berries in his dimly lighted den below. In one corner was a blank canvas on an easel that had been waiting there for twenty-five years to receive the first line of the masterpiece. She told him of Johnsy's fancy, and how she feared she would, indeed, light and fragile as a leaf herself, float away, when her slight hold upon the world grew weaker.


Old Behrman, with his red eyes plainly streaming, shouted his contempt and derision for such idiotic imaginings.

"Vass!" he cried. "Is dere people in de world mit der foolishness to die because leafs dey drop off from a confounded vine? I haf not heard of such a thing. No, I will not bose as a model for your fool hermit-dunderhead. Vy do you allow dot silly pusiness to come in der brain of her? Ach, dot poor leetle Miss Yohnsy."

"She is very ill and weak," said Sue, "and the fever has left her mind morbid and full of strange fancies. Very well, Mr. Behrman, if you do not care to pose for me, you needn't. But I think you are a horrid old - old flibbertigibbet."

"You are just like a woman!" yelled Behrman. "Who said I will not bose? Go on. I come mit you. For half an hour I haf peen trying to say dot I am ready to bose. Gott! dis is not any blace in which one so goot as Miss Yohnsy shall lie sick. Some day I vill baint a masterpiece, and ve shall all go away. Gott! yes."

Johnsy was sleeping when they went upstairs. Sue pulled the shade down to the window-sill, and motioned Behrman into the other room. In there they peered out the window fearfully at the ivy vine. Then they looked at each other for a moment without speaking. A persistent, cold rain was falling, mingled with snow. Behrman, in his old blue shirt, took his seat as the hermit miner on an upturned kettle for a rock.

When Sue awoke from an hour's sleep the next morning she found Johnsy with dull, wide-open eyes staring at the drawn green shade.

"Pull it up; I want to see," she ordered, in a whisper.

Wearily Sue obeyed.

But, lo! after the beating rain and fierce gusts of wind that had endured through the livelong night, there yet stood out against the brick wall one ivy leaf. It was the last one on the vine. Still dark green near its stem, with its serrated edges tinted with the yellow of dissolution and decay, it hung bravely from the branch some twenty feet above the ground.

"It is the last one," said Johnsy. "I thought it would surely fall during the night. I heard the wind. It will fall to-day, and I shall die at the same time."

"Dear, dear!" said Sue, leaning her worn face down to the pillow, "think of me, if you won't think of yourself. What would I do?"

But Johnsy did not answer. The lonesomest thing in all the world is a soul when it is making ready to go on its mysterious, far journey. The fancy seemed to possess her more strongly as one by one the ties that bound her to friendship and to earth were loosed.

The day wore away, and even through the twilight they could see the lone ivy leaf clinging to its stem against the wall. And then, with the coming of the night the north wind was again loosed, while the rain still beat against the windows and pattered down from the low Dutch eaves.

When it was light enough Johnsy, the merciless, commanded that the shade be raised.

The ivy leaf was still there.

Johnsy lay for a long time looking at it. And then she called to Sue, who was stirring her chicken broth over the gas stove.

"I've been a bad girl, Sudie," said Johnsy. "Something has made that last leaf stay there to show me how wicked I was. It is a sin to want to die. You may bring a me a little broth now, and some milk with a little port in it, and - no; bring me a hand-mirror first, and then pack some pillows about me, and I will sit up and watch you cook."

And hour later she said:

"Sudie, some day I hope to paint the Bay of Naples."

The doctor came in the afternoon, and Sue had an excuse to go into the hallway as he left.

"Even chances," said the doctor, taking Sue's thin, shaking hand in his. "With good nursing you'll win." And now I must see another case I have downstairs. Behrman, his name is - some kind of an artist, I believe. Pneumonia, too. He is an old, weak man, and the attack is acute. There is no hope for him; but he goes to the hospital to-day to be made more comfortable."

The next day the doctor said to Sue: "She's out of danger. You won. Nutrition and care now - that's all."

And that afternoon Sue came to the bed where Johnsy lay, contentedly knitting a very blue and very useless woollen shoulder scarf, and put one arm around her, pillows and all.

"I have something to tell you, white mouse," she said. "Mr. Behrman died of pneumonia to-day in the hospital. He was ill only two days. The janitor found him the morning of the first day in his room downstairs helpless with pain. His shoes and clothing were wet through and icy cold. They couldn't imagine where he had been on such a dreadful night. And then they found a lantern, still lighted, and a ladder that had been dragged from its place, and some scattered brushes, and a palette with green and yellow colors mixed on it, and - look out the window, dear, at the last ivy leaf on the wall. Didn't you wonder why it never fluttered or moved when the wind blew? Ah, darling, it's Behrman's masterpiece - he painted it there the night that the last leaf fell."

super misheards

KEN LEE - this is really hilarious...



Keys Me is nowhere near Ken Lee



Ken Lee is even better than my all time favorite misheard:

Nothing's gonna change my love for you... you know NAMAN MY LOVE how much I love you... (i didn't know that song is taglish.)

and then i remember receiving a text with misheard funny song lyrics. its a good thing i had it archived so here it is:

Leaving on a jet plane - so kiss me and SMAFFLE me... (so kiss me and smile for me...)

Red Hot's Californication - "Viva Californication...." (Dream of Californication...)

Cry by Mandy Moore - A walk to remember... it was late afternoon! (I'll always remember, it was late afternoon)

All My Life by KC and Jojo - supposed to be you're like my mother,supposed to be you're like my sister (close to me you're like my mother... close to me you're like my sister)

I decided long ago, never to walk in edu manzano... (I decided long ago, never to walk in anyone's shadow)

Where's the Love - People killing, people flying, children hurt an living, crying... (People killing, people dying; children hurt and you hear them crying)

Usher & Alicia's My Boo - It started when we were younger you were NINE... (It started when we were younger you were mine) ...and you were my BEYBLADE... it started when were younger you were FINE...

Britney's Baby One More Time - My ONLY NEST is killing me... and I........
(My loneliness....)

Thumbthumping (Chumbawumba) - I get knocked down by an elephant, my mommas's gonna bring me down... (I get knocked down, but I get up again...)

If I Ain't Got You by Alicia Keys - "some people want TAMBOURINES.." (diamond rings)

Crush by Jennifer Paige - "i-splash, a little crush.." ("it's just.. a little crush..")

Waterfalls by TLC: Don't go JASON waterfalls... (Chasin')

No scrubs, TLC - "A scrub is a guy who thinks he's fly (fine) also known as a BUS STOP" (buster)

Unpretty, TLC - "I have sized up who, I have sized up who." (My outsides look cool. My insides are blue.)

John Mayer - You're ALICE IN WONDERLAND... You're ALICE IN WONDERLAND I'll use my hands (Body is a wonderland)

On Bended Knees by Boyz II Men: Oh God give me the reason, I'M DOWN... ABANDON ME... (I'm down on bended knee)

Red Hot's Zephyr Song: Fly away on my CELLPHONE...I feel it more than ever (Fly away on my zephyr, I feel it more than ever)

nursery rhymes:
Baa Baa Black Sheep: "Baa baa black sheep, heavy on the road..."

and OPM:
With A Smile by Eraserheads: "lift ur HAND.. baby dont be scared.. of the things that could go wrong along the way.. (HEAD!!!)

Wag Na Wag Mong Sasabihin by Kitchie Nadal: maaaaaaaaaag... , magdamag mong sasabihin........

two-trick pony by sandwich - i have been waiting for you all night under the glow of INSECENT LIGHT (...under the glow of YOUR SATELLITE)

religious song:
Soul of Christ... sat beside me... (sanctify me! Ü) and kinda scary don't u think?

TV ad

There's this new tv ad that I came to watch yesterday night for the first time of a woman who visited her dead husband's grave and brought flowers and fruit salad packed in a container. For me, the tv ad was innovative because it caught my attention and left me watching until it ended. My mind raced at what ad could this possibly be. It may be a shampoo commercial as the lady's hair was soft and shiny. It could actually be anything, but then i already had an inkling that it has something to do with food because you normally do not offer food packed in a container for the dead. So I was actually intent on finding out what scene would be next. The lady then went home and walked on the streets, which by the way is the time your mind would race at what product this ad is trying to sell. She goes inside her unlit house which is kinda spooky and then finding that the container was on the table was even spookier with sound effects to boot. The sound effect used though was too familiar as it has been used frequently in horror flicks and I think I already heard this used in a commercial once, but i guess that was their purpose. The scene that would follow would be the unveiling of the product, which would leave you saying "ganech?!"

I think people generally do not really watch commercials on tv. (only babies do this!) Viewers would be intent at watching their telenovelas and then do something else the minute commercial starts. They would probably do channelsurfing or wash the dishes or trim their nails and what have you. So, I guess it has become a challenge for ad agencies to capture the attention of an adult audience. They resort to the use of audios like they must have a catchy song or a catchy script that they hope would have a better recall. So this commercial is actually taking a risk for the reason that it has only that familiar sound effect used and purely visuals. It is also a brave but not smart move because as far as i can remember, Nestle cream ads would normally focus on food, fruits, recipe, family gatherings, christmas, etc...

For my two cents' worth, the ad was nice the first time you see it but after a while, it gets kind of boring and for me would then just be a waste of precious airtime. This could have gained more attention if it aired on holloween or something. At least, it would have been relevant. Indeed, the ad was innovative. I'm just not sure if it would have any impact on the sales of the said product. They should probably stick to parties, christmas and fruits.... but then this is just an unsolicited advice from a commercial-watching TV addict.

Binibining binubuni ang brain

click here for the video


jam blogged about this in her multiply account the minute we watched it on TV. e bakit naman hindi. kablogblog tlga sha. at you tube material nga ang video na ito. kahit nga ako na mejo nanahimik ng matagal na panahon sa blog na ito biglang ginanahan sa pagsulat. hasus... nahulog ako sa kinauupuan ko at humagalpak kami ng kakatawa. WTF!!! kahit siguro santo mapapamura. bkt nmn kc hindi mo nlng tinagalog. paolo was even suggesting that she answer in Tagalog. wala nmng rule na kailangan ingles e. i'm sure vivienne tan wouldn't mind kc feeling ko naman nakakaintindi sha ng tagalog ano. Mala TSE pa nmn ang pagkakasagot nya sa question ni paolo about pressure saying "No, I don't feel any pressure right now."... gusto ko tuloy bigyan ng pressure sa leeg e... hehe (sa TSE kc dapat complete sentence ang isasagot mo para complete yung thought. so dapat may subject at predicate.. hehe.) mejo i was already expecting a similar response when the real question was asked. and in her case, tipong something like this:

Vivienne Tan: The question is what role did your family play to you as candidate to Binibining Pilipinas?".
Janina San Miguel: The role my family played to me as candidate to Binibining Pilipinas is important. I thank you.

mas malala kung ganito

Vivienne Tan: The question is what role did your family play to you as candidate to Binibining Pilipinas?".
Janina San Miguel: The role my family played to me as candidate to Binibining Pilipinas. I thank you.

at shempre hindi nya ako binigo and she even surpassed my expectations. hehe. i'm sure rehearsed ang lahat ng alam nyang isagot sa Q&A. templated na... kaya lng walang tanong na ganun dun sa book na nabasa nya about beauty queens. "How to join a beauty contest and win for dummies!" siguro meron dun "Who is the most important person in your life?" kya un ang gusto nyang ipasok na sagot... nagkamali lng nmn sha ng intro e... "They was.... " (tapos ninerbyos na sha kc nagisip na sha kung ang family ba ay plural o singular... ) in fairness to her, i guess she delved deep into sentence construction rather than the thought kaya ayun... after much deliberation ng mga nerve cells nya, minabuti nlng nyang sabihin ang isang complete sentence na may word na family na naalala nya mula sa sandamakmak na kinabisado nyang answers to possible questions. hay!@. i hope in her stint at Ms. World, magpakatotoo nlng at magtagalog. magdala nlng ng interpreter. keri na.

actually all of the candidates' answers were quite disappointing.. walang wow factor... walang pinagisipan.. puro templated answers... and more disappointing are the judges who are so forgiving as to dismiss the fact that Ms. World cannot even answer a simple question. Probably the judges were just following criteria set by BPCI with less emphasis on intelligence. so i guess if we want brainy ones to win, we would have to tell Ms. Araneta to have INTELLIGENCE as their priority criterion!

(nagalingan pala ako dun sa sagot ni elizabeth nacuspag #18 in describing the perfect family and why that question (of all questions) was even asked to her is beyond me. it was so coincidental. teary eyed, she explained that she comes from a broken family but viewed hers as perfect because they try to see each other as often as they can and share love in the best way they can.) (parang napakaganda ng disposition nya sa buhay that even in the midst of adversity, she tries to see it positively).

pro as i've said... nakarecover na ako... i've let bygones be bygones. i'm glad i was able to watch din kc at least we had a good laugh at na-aerate din ang lungs ko... i've forgiven the judges and the organizers. i've forgiven the candidates and their inadequacies. After all, it is a BEAUTY pageant.

The Sundays - Here's Where The Story Ends

i remember OTPI days with this song...



lyrics
Here's Where The Story Ends
The Sundays

people I know, places I go, make me feel tongue-tied
I can see how people look down, they're on the inside
here's where the story ends
people I see, weary of me showing my good side
I can see how people look down
I'm on the outside
here's where the story ends
ooh here's where the story ends

it's that little souvenir of a terrible year
which makes my eyes feel sore
oh I never should have said, the books that you read
were all I loved you for
it's that little souvenir of a terrible year
which makes me wonder why
and it's the memories that we shared that make me turn red
surprise, surprise, surprise

crazy I know, places I go
make me feel so tired
I can see how people look down
I'm on the outside
oh here's where the story ends
ooh here's where the story ends

it's that little souvenir of a terrible year
which makes my eyes feel sore
and who ever would've thought the books that you brought
were all I loved you for
oh the devil in me said, go down to the shed
I know where I belong
but the only thing I ever really wanted to say
was wrong, was wrong, was wrong

it's that little souvenir of a colourful year
which makes me smile inside
so I cynically, cynically say, the world is that way
surprise, surprise, surprise, surprise, surprise
here's where the story ends
ooh here's where the story ends

prelude to sweetness...

nakakatawa ung naunang blog dito about sweetness... kc it was like i was ending a statement... parang i've been talking to someone who quoted me.  i was supposed to paste this story.  saw this in many sites on the web so some of you may have already read this, kya lng I want to post it because the story is very cute… and I feel that most women think this way.  they want to experience a fairytale, they want to be pampered and taken care of, so they want someone who will be that person, someone who is caring, thoughtful, sweet.  tpos naisip ko how do you define sweet? kc nga sweetness is relative. an act may be sweet for me and not for others... and also there are different levels of sweetness.

meron ung super theatrical... as in sweetness you can only find in the movies... meron nmn ung super-sweet-i-need-an-insulin-shot-otherwise-il-go-into-a-diabetic-coma type sweetness... ung super sweet nagkadikit (eto ung mga couples that u find riding the jeepney na dmo mapaghiwalay... sila lng nmn ung sakay pro nagsisiksikan sila sa sulok... maluwag nmn e... siamese twins ba kyo?... ung jologs sweetness kaya like in the tv commercial of icool menthol candy... gawin ba nmng bouquet... actually hindi sha sweet... corny sha..

meron din ung everyday sweetness that we sometimes take for granted.. for instance when my college friends and i went to mass at the chapel of a seminary in silang, cavite (forgot the name... hay! my memory failed me again...) we always see an elderly couple going to mass so it is safe to assume na close kami... hehehe. we try to be close to them kc lagi nmn silang pinapanood... (close as in a couple of pews lng ang pagitan namin) although they are both ailing with arthritis (i can tell just by looking at their hands and by the way they walk.. hehe.. nagamit din ang pagkaPT) the lolo always takes the hand of lola when they go to the altar for instance during communion... at ang hindi ko makakalimutan ay ung walang mintis na pagbukas nya ng pintuan ng kotse for the lola pag uwian na... (he still drives during that time, and his car was a vintage white mercedes benz) (sigh!). my friends and I are always in awe at the sight of that... and then shempre meron ding sweetness like what i mentioned on my past blog.

Some women dream of a tinge of sweetness every now and then to spice up their relationships (kaya nga they can't help sulking or moping about if their other half doesn't deliver...) and then this story... is true but is not supposed to be an excuse for guys out there to not make an effort to liven up their relationships... i mean... we already know that you love us but sometimes it is always nice to be reminded once in a while.

here is the story...

"My husband is an Engineer by profession, I love him for his steady nature, and I love the warm feeling when I lean against his broad shoulders.

Three years of courtship and now, two years into marriage, I would have to admit, that I am getting tired of it. The reasons of me loving him before, has now transformed into the cause of all my restlessness.

I am a sentimental woman and extremely sensitive when it comes to a relationship and my feelings, I yearn for the romantic moments, like a little girl yearning for candy. My husband is my complete opposite, his lack of sensitivity, and the inability of bringing romantic moments into our marriage has disheartened me about love. One day, I finally decided to tell him my decision, that I wanted a divorce.

"Why?" he asked, shocked. "I am tired. There are no reasons for everything in the world!" I answered.

He kept silent the whole night, seems to be in deep thought with a lighted cigarette at all times.

My feeling of disappointment only increased, here was a man who can't even express his predicament, what else can I hope from him? And finally he asked me:" What can I do to change your mind?" Somebody said it right, it's hard to change a person's personality, and I guess, I have started losing faith in him.

Looking deep into his eyes I slowly answered : "Here is the question, if you can answer and convince my heart, I will change my mind, Let's say, I want a flower located on the face of a mountain cliff, and we both are sure that picking the flower will cause your death, will you do
it for me?"

He said:" I will give you your answer tomorrow...." My hopes just sank by listening to his response.

I woke up the next morning to find him gone, and saw a piece of paper with his scratchy handwriting, underneath a milk glass, on the dining table near the front door, that goes....

My dear,

"I would not pick that flower for you, but please allow me to explain the reasons further.."

This first line was already breaking my heart! I continued reading.

"When you use the computer you always mess up the Software programs, and you cry in front of the screen, I have to save my fingers so that I can help to restore the programs.

You always leave the house keys behind, thus I have to save my legs to rush home to open the door for you.

You love traveling but always lose your way in a new city. I have to save my eyes to show you the way.

You always have the cramps whenever your "good friend" approaches every month. I have to save my palms so that I can calm the cramps in your tummy.

You like to stay indoors, and I worry that you will be infected by infantile autism. I have to save my mouth to tell you jokes and stories to cure your boredom.

You always stare at the computer, and that will do nothing good for your eyes, I have to save my eyes so that when we grow old, I can help to clip your nails, and help to remove those annoying white hairs. So I can also hold your hand while strolling down the beach, as you enjoy the sunshine and the beautiful sand... and tell you the color of flowers, just like the color of the glow on your young face...

Thus, my dear, unless I am sure that there is someone who loves you more than I do... I could not pick that flower yet, and die.. "

My tears fell on the letter, and blurred the ink of his handwriting... and as I continue on reading...

"Now, that you have finished reading my answer, if you are satisfied, please open the front door for I am standing outside bringing your favorite bread and fresh milk...

I rush to pull open the door, and saw his anxious face, clutching tightly with his hands, the milk bottle and loaf of bread....

Now I am very sure that no one will ever love me as much as he does, and I have decided to leave the flower alone...

That's life, and love. When one is surrounded by love, the feeling of excitement fades away, and one tends to ignore the true love that lies in between the peace and dullness.

Love shows up in all forms, even very small and cheeky forms, it has never been a model, it could be the most dull and boring form...flowers, and romantic moments are only used and appear on the surface of the relationship. Under all this, the pillar of true love stands... and that's our life... Love, not words win arguments..."

sweetness...

i guess sweetness is relative… different strokes for different folks... I mean, like yesterday morning… tristan woke up early kc maaga sha dapat papasok kc opener sha (open the clinic) tpos I cooked his happy meal #1 baon of sinangag na rice, ham, daing na bangus and chinese kangkong on oyster sauce (what an odd combination). pag alis nya, i went back to the room to work and found that the bed was made, tpos ung towel nya hinang nya sa rack... tinext ko sha sabi ko tan, inayos mo ung bed at hinang mo ung towel mo, thanks ha. to which he replied "tet, ganun tlga un... love kc kita e... " so sweet... sigh, and it made my morning bright.

an early easter egg hunt

i was kinda floating last saturday and unable to blog. i saw this cute video on you tube and napatawa nya ako... naiba ang disposisyon ko tungkol sa mga itlog.. sure i like eggs, pro after seeing the video, i love them na... they're so cute....

nokia 3310i

okay so most of my close friends and family know that i've had my cellphone since nauso ang cellphone, which was eons ago... and that my number is the same number i have had since way back... so you can just imagine how vintage it is... since i'm not the techy kind of person, i didn't feel the need to buy a new one. fortunately or unfortunately? it is still working fine textwise.. meaning nakakatext pa nmn ako... and i can still receive messages provided na hindi pa sha malolowbat... because in the event na isang bar nlng... you just pray hard that she is in a good mood. otherwise, kahit gaano kahaba ang text mo, hindi ka sasantuhin nito. mamamatay at mamamatay sha... hay!

another feature of my Nokia 3310 is that it doesn't speak. i don't know why... but it just doesn't alert me when i have a message. it doesn't ring... so forever silent sha... parang it just gave up... cguro tanda na rin ng old age... maybe she was trying to tell me something way before pa... "please release me!" or "can i collect my pension now?" or "tama na! retirable age na ako e." and that is not the worst feature of my Nokia 3310. the worst part is you can't call me. I simply can't receive calls... when i try to, it says something like "your SIM has reached its limit... achuchuchu" hay naku... it could have said something like this nlng para nagets ko na noon pa "your phone is too darn old to still be in your possesion. why don't you buy a new one and give it a rest." it's so funny because when someone calls me, i would cancel the call and text the person calling saying "you can't call me. i'm chronically lowbat. please text your message."

if i'm in a public place and i need to text someone, i text inside my bag. Don't get me wrong... i'm not scared of the pickpockets or holduppers being tempted to steal my precious cellphone... believe me, my phone does not have that effect on people. it's just that i'm actually embarrased to take it out lalo na sa mga conyotic places.. i guess if it has its downside, meron din good point ang phone ko... i repeat "good point" (singular). imagine, i can text openly in divisoria. so eto lng actually ang good side nya.. you don't have to worry that someone might be following you and would grab ur cellphone the first chance they get...

so with all these special features, how can you not love my cellphone!

my friends and family, especially tristan, were actually bugging me that i buy a cellphone. it became his personal vendetta!!! kulang na lng magpicket sha in front of me saying oust 3310, new cellphone for lizette!!!, but i keeping putting it off. sabi ko pede pa nmn. nkakatext pa ako. tpos he would say... sige na. bibilan kita ng "i" 3310i (may internet) hehe. corny. mas corny ung kay roy "N3310".

pro eto na nga nung anniv namin sabi nya un daw gift nya sa akin... so shempre i don't want to disappoint him nmn so we went to GH and got myself a new cellphone. it is a second hand phone that is really like new pa tlga. complete with accessories so okay na rin.. it has a 3m camera so super happy ako dun kc trigger happy ako sa pagkukuha ng pics e. the funny thing though was when the dealer asked for my SIM to try it on the new phone... i took it from my 3310, and i gave the mamang dealer my dusty SIM.. hindi ba nmn gumana... as if my SIM became shocked at a new and complicated environment, dsha nakapagreact. we tried my SIM to tristan's 6600 phone and it worked, and then when the mamang dealer tried it again, okay na sha... well, i can't blame my SIM. it was such a drastic change... from 3310 to the Nseries.

Thank heavens for my husband whose perseverance paid off... i have a new cellphone... tristan says that we are going to frame my old cellphone because it is considered vintage, endangered and priceless (wala nang bumibili nito so hindi mapreshuhan). i'm not sure if this is a compliment. hehe.. eniwei, hindi na kailangang iframe... i am in constant reminder of my old phone kc ginawa ko shang wallpaper (pic above).

justice served

jam saw this on globalnation.inquirer.net. here is the link

this is so sad... kala ko sa pilipinas lng ito nangyayari... shempre kampante ung nanay dahil hello... ibang bansa kaya un... alam mo nmn mentalidad ntng mga pinoy... hay!.. magaling lang pala silang maglinis ng kalat nila.

"LONDON -- A new mother from the Philippines was unlawfully killed when an epidural drug was mistakenly fed into her arm via an intravenous drip, a jury at a British coroner's inquest into her death said Tuesday.

Mayra Cabrera, a 30-year-old theatre nurse, died soon after giving birth to a son at the Great Western Hospital where she worked in the town of Swindon, western England, on May 11, 2004.

Following the delivery, a potent epidural anesthetic, Bupivacaine, which if given at all should have gone into her spinal cord, was wrongly fed into a vein on her arm. She died of a heart attack but her son survived.

The jury of six women and three men took more than 17 hours to decide that gross negligence by the hospital, in particular the sub-standard storage of drugs in the maternity unit, led to her death.

"Mayra Cabrera was killed unlawfully," the jury foreman said, citing gross negligence.

Her husband, Arnel, was originally told she had died from an amniotic fluid embolism -- a rare condition in which fluid surrounding the developing fetus inside the mother enters her bloodstream and can cause a fatal shock.

But he learned a year later after instructing a lawyer that she had in fact died because the epidirual had been wrongly administered, allegedly by the midwife who came on duty just after the birth.

She denied having done so in evidence, claiming she thought the anesthetic was a saline solution or blood volume expander to boost blood pressure.

The hospital admitted liability but following a police investigation, no one was charged.

The month-long hearing at Trowbridge, near Swindon, was told there had been two other deaths at British hospitals in the last 10 years caused by the intravenous administration of Bupivacaine.

The inquest heard that storage of the drug at the hospital's delivery suites was "chaotic" and did not meet health service guidelines.

Arnel Cabrera -- who said his life was "ripped apart" by his wife's death -- is facing deportation from Britain with the couple's son, Zac, because as a widower his immigration status automatically changed.

He was granted permission to stay and work in Britain in 2003 on the basis that his wife, who arrived a year earlier, was also working here. He is pursuing a civil claim for damages against the hospital."

i cna raed tihs vrey wlel.

I swa tihs on teh mltilupy anocuct of oen of atedam's feinrd adn i wsa so azemad taht i cna aaltucly raed it... hehehe... jsut srhaing...

"Olny srmat poelpe can raed tihs. I cdnuolt blveiee taht I cluod aulaclty uesdnatnrd waht I was rdanieg. The phaonmneal pweor of the hmuan mnid, aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it deosn't mttaer in waht oredr the ltteers in a wrod are, the olny iprmoatnt tihng is taht the frist and lsat ltteer be in the rghit pclae. The rset can be a taotl mses and you can sitll raed it wouthit a porbelm. Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe. Amzanig huh? yaeh and I awlyas tghuhot slpeling was ipmorantt! if you can raed tihs psas it on !!"

"save the trees"

here is the picture of the printed letters and love poems that i was talking about. i placed it everywhere in the room... under his pillow, in the closet, in his wallet, at the top of the TV... and it was nice because he was like looking for treasures early in the morning. my problem was how to wake him up early because i can't wait for him to read my letters... so i tied up one of my letters to his cellphone and then called him so he can see my letter and read it. but, alas, fate was not on my side... the letter was left behind under the pillow when he grabbed his cellphone and i had to literally tell him that a letter was supposed to emerge from under his pillow... talk about surprise...

it's our 1st year wedding anniversary

it is a known fact that i love to write letters, to friends but most of all to tristan... i have countless letters for tristan... and sometimes he would joke around and say that his advocacy is "save the trees"... because i use up so many papers for those letters... and for this particular event... the trees were not spared. i decided to give him love poems and stories printed out on paper... (picture later) and then of course my letter... here is an excerpt...

"I am not sure how we would celebrate our 1st year anniversary. I would have wanted to surprise you with something… but I knew that you would buy a gift for me (cellphone) and I don’t know what to give you. So I wanted us to go to greenhills so I would know what you want. They say that gifts for 1st year anniversaries will basically be made out paper and the modern gift would be a clock… so I was decided on buying you a watch, but I knew that that wasn’t what you wanted… so I printed out love poems for you to read. Since it is printed out on paper, at least I have satisfied that one detail....."

more kwentos and pictures later...

good boy

When I saw the child yesterday at Sunday mass, I felt a twinge of envy at his parents and awe at a child who could sing Sunday mass songs at such an early age (I'm guessing 2 years old?). how wise of his parents to expose him to Sunday masses and really participate and sit still.. at that age, he may not even know what he is singing, but time will come when he will. Subconsciously, this builds his character and will probably grow up to be very disciplined and mabait and God fearing. I told myself that I will do the same for my kid someday… (sigh)

I am not sure if I am going to be a good parent or not… I guess I am a good tita. i love kids... i love playing with them and bullying them (this is what atedam and i do to children... beware)... hehehe... but i guess it is different when it is your own… sometimes I am scared because I might not be able to rear him/her up to be mabait and God-fearing... so to the parents of such a child... i honor u for your effort and be rest assured that your child will grow up to be a very good boy...

pre-anniversary poem

since our 1st wedding anniversary is just around the corner and i am feeling a little mushy right now, I'm sharing a poem that i really love, not only because of its meaning, but also because i heard this for the first time from atedam's cd being recited by a celebrity (forgot who) complete with background music, sea breeze, birds chirping, and all... and so i was not able to recuperate from its magic... how romatic!..

Love Sonnet XVII by Pablo Neruda

I do not love you as if you were a salt rose, or topaz
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
So I love you because I know no other way

than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

tan & tet 02.03.08

... eerie errors

and there's more....

"there is pain with bear or stress." (varus stress)

"His other workup included an echocardiogram, which showed a yeast infection of 40% to 60%." (ejection fraction)

"Doughnut nodules are not palpable today." (dominant)

This did not sound too good as dictated by doc--"This 44-year-old female developmentally delayed health care provider..." (corrected as) "This 44-year-old female health care provider for the developmentally delayed presents with chronic right knee pain." (much better)

"organ laser" (argon laser) (oo nga nmn kc gagamitin sa isang organ sa body.)

"pigment patient problems" (pigmentation problems)

"She is tired of hearing. (hard) (cguro nagger ang asawa nito.)

"She presented to this facility for general impingement rehabilitation
for set injections." (facet injections)

"meticulous slices of adhesions" (lyses) (magkatunog nmn diba?)

"internal memory 6-French guiding catheter" (internal mammary) (ilang gig kya itong catheter na ito? mahusay e.)

"He is moving his vital signs by his description." (bowels fine) (parang ayokong maging hypertensive ngyn... gawin ko nlng 110/70 ang BP ko..)

"She sleeps well, getting 67 hours a night, which she finds restorative." (6 to 7 hours) (how many hours in a day do you have in your part of the world??... parang gusto kong tumira jan a.)

eerie errors

for people who are not living in the world of MT, you may not understand this... and those who are studying or working as a medical transcriptionist may not even find this funny... but i do... so i compiled some that tickled my funny bones. hope you have a good laugh...

"in respect for modifications" (risk factor modifications) (too polite)

"anesthesial cystitis" (interstitial cystitis) (i didn't know a cyst can actually do that)

"After informed consent, arterial access with a teeth in the right groin with a 6-French sheath." (was achieved) (does it have braces too?)

"ischemic STD changes" (ST-T changes) (okay... i nearly died!)

"Hemoglobin A1c within New Orleans with the upper end." (within normal limits) (ok, so how about in new york city?)

"puffy nodule" (prostate nodule) (baka puyat yung nodule! hehe. i can't blame the MT as the doctor dictating is usually very hard to decipher, parang galing sa ilalim ng lupa!)

"We would like you to consider her for viroxime (OOPHORECTOMY) given that she is at high risk of developing metastatic disease due to her stage, as necessity (ETHNICITY) and her2/NEU positivity." (i'm not sure how this happened... the doctor has very nice voice and diction.)

"She is able to ambulate turns her feet with a rolling walker." (200 feet) (ew, scary!)

and how about this... "Blood cultures were obtained, which did come back positive for some stuff " (Staph)

more next time...

more of belle and sebastian

ok.. ok...fine... i can't get enough of them... extremely superb...



(the first few songs in the playlist are only 30 seconds long...sowee)
(MelWeb's playlist)

At the top of my list is the song Waiting for the Moon to Rise. Here is the lyrics:

Waiting For The Moon To Rise

All the way back home
I'm telling you I caught the sun
Creeping up behind my shoulder
And another day's begun
I was following a trail
I'd never been along before
Chasing darkened skies above me
Looking like the spring
Like the winter
And the morning
If there's a place I want to go
Then I'll be there with you
'Cos in my dreams the things
I'm wishing for
Keep coming true
Now a new day comes
Clears the darkness out of sight
And the shadows that were sleeping
Come and dance beneath the light
And I'm trying hard to hide
Keeping the sun out of my eyes
Close them tight
And now I'm waiting for the moon to rise

Don't try to say to me
That this was never meant to be
'Cos the days are long where I come from
The next few days I'm free
There's a train I want to catch
But it won't leave here for a while
Till darkness fills the eastern sky
And streetlights stretch for miles
Through the spring
And the winter and the morning

belle and sebastian

a song by belle and sebastian... one of my favorite bands...

swissy - how it all started

nice song and proudly filipino!!! yebah!!!




here's the lyrics

HOW IT ALL STARTED - SWISSY

It was a cold and rainy night
I remember it was after midnight
We were surrounded by the sound of the city
And the buzzing of the lights

'Oh what was it about you then
That was different
A definitive moment
That's changin' both our minds

[Chorus]
And it's how this all started
Oh baby I just want you to know
It's hard to say maybe, but maybe
This time we won't let it go

You leaned over to kiss me
And the opposite worlds of you and I collide
There we stood quietly, silently, side by side

'Oh beneath all of the craziness and the laughter
We were wondrin' if tomorrow
If we could make this real

(Repeat Chorus)

I can't believe it's only yesterday
That I was me and you were only you
I'm not gonna say it's us now
I don't wanna become a cliche

And I know it's me who may be a little shy
But I want to keep it all the same
'Coz of the way it all started...
ooh.. ooh.. ladadada..doop do.. ooh.

And maybe if we could give this one more try
Maybe this time it will work out right.
Yeah...

(not sure of the lyrics, i just transcribed it.. naks!)

a lull

it has been days since I last blogged and my fingers are itching to type my thoughts... so I run through my brain for words... and sneak some paragraphs in.. let's see... hello?!! hello... hello... (echo)... none... omg... i can't think... jumbled words.. makes no sense.. fickle.... oh well... this is not a good day for blogging....

memoirs of my nose...

I saw AXE crazy crazy ad a few nights ago... i guess it is a dream any man would want come true... a million girls racing towards the man who is spraying axe cologne on himself... I'm not really convinced that that can really happen in real life... although commercials really do border on the exaggerated most of the time... well.. all of the time, but i guess in some ways that is really what happens when you spray a nice smelling cologne or perfume. i guess girls will stop for a while and linger at the sweet scent and say a nice thing or two, "hmm, that smells nice." or "he smells nice, he even looks it too." or "i think il buy that perfume for my husband.", but not really savagely smell him as if to drain all of his bodily fluids...

another thing that perfumes can do is build confidence...

i remember when i was in college, i dont know.. but colors of benetton seems to be very famous back then and the scent would build your confidence, enough to get you through exams and quizzes and endless lectures... its like a dose of medicine... it's my comfort smell, so to speak. hehe... you'll know when i have an exam because i put on an extra spray so i would smell sweeter than usual... i'm not saying that a spray of your favorite perfume will make you pass an exam, sometimes studying and most of all praying usually do the trick.. but, yeah... it helps too.

so when you ride a jeepney with someone smelling so sweet that causes your nose to go numb and you wished you didn't spray some of your perfume because the girl already did that for you... tell her "You can do it!" to which the girl, dumbfounded, will probably take you for a fool and transfer to an empty seat away from you... at least, you got rid of that awfully strong smell that is devouring your whole being.

These days, when i smell colors, my stomach starts to churn... as if nervous... not knowing what... i guess there is that exhilarating feeling you get as a student and i am immediately brought back in time to my college days... sigh... it's like when you smell something, your brain associates that to an event in your life (or a person for that matter) that may have been significant to you at that time. uhm... a very difficult exam that would keep your heart pounding ready to jump out of your rib cage if not for the blood vessels attached to it... and then cold clammy shaking hands that you can't manage to keep still long enough to shade a stupid box... okay.. that can pass as significant right?..

nice playlist from imeem

im not sure how to get this to work. i wish to put in on the side or something. i saw it done in a multiply account somewhere. hay, hirap tlga ng technically challenged... try ko munang i-embed. by the way the playlist was from xiong jarka. nice collection.

snow on the sahara

on our way to bayside, a band was playing this song... and then i immediately remembered some of the lyrics and was able to remember the title, but i failed to remember the singer... i asked osa if he knows it, and viola!!! he does... the answer... Anggun... husay!.. Anggun is a very talented singer... did you know that her real name is Anggun Cipta Sasmi and Anggun means "Grace born out of a dream" in Indonesian. nice name... i like her voice and the message of this song... like it very much.. here it is... with the lyrics



SNOW ON THE SAHARA - ANGGUN

Only tell me that you still want me here
When you wander off out there
To those hills of dust and hard winds that blow
In that dry white ocean alone

Lost out in the desert
You are lost out in the desert

But to stand with you in a ring of fire
Ill forget the days gone by
Ill protect your body and guard your soul
From mirages in your sight

Lost out in the desert
You are lost out in the desert

If your hopes scatter like the dust across your track
Ill be the moon that shines on your path
The sun may blind our eyes, Ill pray the skies above
For snow to fall on the sahara

If thats the only place where you can leave your doubts
Ill hold you up and be your way out
And if we burn away, Ill pray the skies above
For snow to fall on the sahara

Just a wish and I will cover your shoulders
With veils of silk and gold
When the shadows come and darken your heart
Leaving you with regrets so cold

Lost out in the desert
You are lost out in the desert

If your hopes scatter like the dust across your track
Ill be the moon that shines on your path
The sun may blind our eyes, Ill pray the skies above
For snow to fall on the sahara

If thats the only place where you can leave your doubts
Ill hold you up and be your way out
And if we burn away, Ill pray the skies above
For snow to fall on the sahara

xmas party in january

yes finally we had our christmas get together just this january when everyone has settled in the new year 2008 and christmas is just around the corner, 11 months to be exact... as ive said, better late than never...

malou was looking radiant when she fetched us... naks... tpos kwento sha about her dating adventures and misadventures... about searching for her Mr. Right on the internet... but not having the guts to actually meet the guy... i told her that i can play the well-fed chaperone (and then ces wanted to come along upon hearing the well-fed part) (shempre courtesy of the guy ung food allowance namin ha, malou, you dont have to spend... don't go Dutch... the guy should pay... hehe... ) if she's afraid of making "eyeball" but then she says she really didn't like the one that she is supposed to see tomorrow... i think that she has every right to be choosy dba... she's pretty, charming, mabait, maasikaso, matalino, independent, knows how to drive (automatic) and can drive as far as valle verde, and most of all domesticated at OC... any guy would love her... i mean normally and hopefully you get to get married only once, and by golly i hope to the one you really love or at least like... i'm sure there is that one guy for her who is her soulmate... and when they meet at the right time and at the right moment... we want to be there and record every minute (videographer). hmm. parang stalker con paparazzi ang dating... sge na nga we'll stick to being the well-fed chaperone. hehe.

ang saya din because wins got to come.. un nga lng may sakit pala si gaby. oh well, i hope he gets well soon.

ces felt ill that afternoon and had a bad case of diarrhea earlier that caused her to be afraid of eating anything. Can you imagine that!!! ces, not eating anything at all??? sheesh... (i don't know where the world's coming to...

tpos andun si benok with a friend... hmmm... e balitang balita na nakaalis na sha papuntang canada e.. un pala it was just a prank...

dumating din osa, jeng and jeff. we decided to eat at the bayside... dun sa mga paluto which by the way i promised myself never to eat... kc ang mahal e... bsta for me it is not worth it... kya lng un na ang naisip nila e saka iinom kc ung mga boys... oh well...

nagkakwentuhan ng kung ano ano... nagkwento si jeng about joachi's unusual liking for his saliva... "yum yum"... tpos ung upcoming bday ni sophie where everyone unanimously decided to go to bataan... sa march... hehe.

and the topic even went from making babies... (nagbigay pa nga si jef ng unsolicited advice.. dont get me wrong, hindi nmn mahalay or anything, i just dont want to imagine jef and jeng doing the deed, or osa ang agnes for that matter... kaya lang after it was said and done, all i had to do was take the advice... hay...) osa even said maganda daw ang Rogin E.. kala ko ba nagjujunk ka lng.. med rep ka nrn pala? o ayan bibili na tuloy si tristan... hahaha.) ... to as far as artificial insemination and in vitro fertilization... kc naging question ito that in the event of a code blue for egg cells, malou, as i remember, was willing to shop for genes... c ces, mejo nagdadalawang isip... ako, mejo hindi pa nmn kmi ganun kadesperate ni tristan... c jeng, may joachi na sha e... grabe! iba na ang mga topics ngyn... nakakaloka...

tpos we decided to end the night with a coffee at starbucks na naligaw ligaw pa kmi kakahanap... ung navigator kc probinshano e... at starbucks we ordered coffee... when i ordered, i told them i was marimar... hehe. trip lng. kanya knyng trip lng ito no... tpos ayun na nga pinagsasarahan na kmi ng starbucks after a while so we had to leave... si osa nagstall for time kc ung first trip papuntang bataan 3am pa e 2am plng.. sabi nya picture daw muna... husay...

well, it was fun seeing them again after a long time... last december... hehe... some of the pics are above... you can also check out

http://www.flickr.com/photos/22672192@N06/
http://lizettelatorre.multiply.com/photos/album/4/xmas_in_january

new year's on the eve of december 30

whaahhh... d ako nakasama sa party na ito...



ang kulit tlga nila auntie... plucking white hair on new year's day... hehehe...

d bale, i celebrated my new year ahead of time... mama and kuya jun cooked sopas on the eve of december 30 so i could celebrate new year with them because tristan and i will not be able to come home to Bulacan on Jan 1. It was very nice. We ate, talked and watched TV until dawn... sigh... I miss them already...

d sound

i really love this song... here is the lyrics...

DO I NEED A REASON

Today when I saw you
I knew it was just like the first time
When you met my eyes I came close
And I felt like the first time

To hold back my fear
and feel you so near
I’ve never been this far before
To hold back my fear
and feel you so near
I’m scared of falling into deep this time

Do I need a reason to tell you why
I’m singing you this song
Do I need a reason to show you that
I know where I belong
Whenever I am weary I lean on
this feeling that I have
I am so much stronger now
Thankful, yes I am

Today I’ll renounce them,
the doubts and the fears I’ve been nursing
I’ll fly like a moth to the flame
and I’ll feel like the first time

To hold back my fear
and let you come near
I’ve never been this far before
To hold back my fear
and let you come near
I’m afraid of losing and still I go

a rat's tale

I was looking for papa's pajamas in Bulacan when we went home one christmas weekend. Tristan was going to use it for his pajama christmas party in Veterans. The pj has a "don" or "senor" feel to it because of its print and fabric (silk) so tristan thought of getting in character when he wears it... complete with cigars and all... hehe...

after hours of search, we finally found it, but the termites and rats got there sooner. mama remembered throwing the upper garment because termites had eaten it to its unimaginable form... the pajamas have holes in them also, but tristan still wanted to wear them anyway.

Mama begun telling the story (for the _nth time) of how my shirts and dresses had holes and bites in front, and how she would place dora rat killers in the corners of my room and putting naphthalene balls in the drawer to ward off those pesky mice, only to see for herself that i was the culprit. She saw me biting the ribbon of my dress in front of Manang Lucia's graduating class. hehehe. guilty as charged...

I remember it all... I remember hiding at the back of the door in my room and I remember nibbling on my shirts... i especially liked the ribbons because of their smooth texture... and of course who could resist... tissue paper... yes i ate tissue paper... hahaha... i even started eating newspapers, only my mom discovered it too soon so i only got to the 1st page. after i got a good spanking and scolding by mama, i never did venture again into my short-lived unlikely gourmet fetish...

ah... the things you do when your a kid... makes you wonder... if this had a psychological impact on my behavior as an adult... hahaha... probably... but this is just me...

francine sleeping

this was taken the night before francine went home to baguio. i just cant resist taking a picture of my husband and niece sleeping...

and then another picture with me of course..... here is francine, sleeping so soundly... i miss her already!!!

First post

I can't believe I'm actually that old to not remember my previous blog's password.... huhuhu... sayang naman... oh well... i found the need to create another blog because of the recent turn of events (me not remembering a simple password!) and i feel it is my duty to create a log or an account of things, be it mundane or extraordinary, for posterity's sake. so this will not be like a diary where one writes the events of every day... (believe me... you would not like to read anything like that... my life is not that interesting.).. i'll be posting as I remember things from the past, as i see things at present and as i dream of things in the future... it will be like a roller coaster ride... my life may not be that interesting, but the ride is sure worth the vomit!