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