sick of BEING SICK

SWALLOW. Went to see my favorite EENT [Otorhinolaryngologist] Specialist last night to consult on something that I’ve been feeling in my throat for the past 2 to 3 weeks.

Dr Roman Navarro, of Makati Medical Center, asked me to stretch my tongue out as he pulled it with a gauze-like napkin to see what’s going on with the toad in my throat. He saw slime alright. PHLEGM. I’ve been singing and eating and drinking with a tinge of weirdness when I swallow. It’s like a piece of flesh that is being “caressed” as I move that muscle. I felt my worst during the 2^nd week but decided and hoped to let it heal a bit first before taking it to the doctor. Thank God, it subsided as week 3 approaches. However, it’s still weird because there’s a sticky feeling that remained.

The doctor asked me if I have colds, but I don’t remember having even a momentary sniffle in the past few days. He’s certain that it’s from my nasal tract down. He should be, he’s the specialist. Haha. He told me that he can do some suctioning but my throat might bleed especially that I had a previous laryngeal bleeding condition. He then prescribed a medicine that would melt the sticky phlegm in a few days and do it’s natural flushing after awhile.

He told me that I might get runny nose, coughing and other signs related to this as I take the meds. Gah. I had my first sniffle immediately after taking the first dose.

PHYSICAL THERAPY SESSIONS. 7^th session of my back therapy at Makati Med, too. 3 more to go and I will totally become superhuman. Thanks to LARAE of the Physical Rehab and Medicine Dept for laying her SOLAR HANDS on me. Haha. — One thing I noticed at the PT dept was 80% of the clients are 3-4 times my age. The remaining 19.99% are speech therapy patients and I am a kryptonite casualty.

HANPHIL STEAM BEDS. There’s this esteemed spa at Jupiter Place in Jupiter St, Makati which offers their Magnetic Far Infrared Therapy Massage Rolling Bed free to the public. It has recorded thousands and thousands of healing testimonials from its patrons as they religiously lay there every single/other day in the beds for 20mins each, back and tummy up. The amazing results were seen especially to those people that I know who don’t have the means to go to the doctor for a regular check-up. Some of its benefits are as follows: Significant Pain Relief, Improve Memory and Sleep, Improve Blood Circulation, Massage Benefits & Deep Relaxation, Enhance Immune System, Liver Detoxification, Heavy Metal Body Cleanse, Increase Energy and Reduce Stress, Internal Cleansing with Full Body Cleanse, Improve Sexual Health.

The healing process is more effective when maintained with Alkaline Water consumption that this spa sells at a very economical price. I have been lying in their beds for 2 weeks now and believe or not, my throat slime that I mentioned earlier started getting better on the first two sessions I laid there. It’s unbelievable but really effective. The beds with their mighty layers do a good deep-heating effect that medicines don’t produce. My back and neck pains which are the reasons why I’m having a series of therapeutic sessions started going back to normal, too. Amazing talaga. I would like to thank the good hearts of HANPHIL PEOPLE for sharing this great invention to those who really need it. Aside from the healing beds, there’s free karaoke for those who are still waiting for their turn on the beds. Aint it a good bargain!?

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That’s doing ordinary things extraordinarily well. Harhar. I’m sick of being sick so I’m doing the healing process simultaneously by visiting HANPHIL beds regularly.

Yes, I am an OLD HAG.

 

halloween graduate

I had a very weird dream last night.

It was all about my scholastic cum career path that’s been giving me some helluva stress ever, ever since. Here’s how it goes:

I was looking for a way to get inside De La Salle – Manila Campus to talk to the registrar’s office on how I can go back to school after two and a half years of absence because I realized that my life is getting nowhere.

I at least finished 2 years of Multimedia Arts courses but just decided to continue the remaining units at the PAMANTASAN NG MAKATI, which I did during those 2 yrs of being on LOA. Seriously now, I have nothing against public scholastic institutions but having a degree on a non-conventional curriculum under this particular school already limits the student to mediocre facilities and dated infrastructure as compared to a private organization.

Hence, I scoured the entire school after luring the security guard that I am there to get my “diploma” just to give the impression that I am an alumnus. I entered the campus and saw a shanty-like environment where the staffs are in their soiled casual attire and the registrar, upon opening the office door, was still toweling her hair dry after a shower.

I was flunked by several people that I know. One of them is a friend who sells barbecues along South Ave and her husband who drives tricycle for a living. I really don’t know what there roles are but they’re just there.

And I snuck out of it all as I awake. Meaning? Maybe I’m just too graphic about how educational background affects one’s chances in landing to the best future possible.

It is 645am. First November office day.

Before totally leaving the house, I took a peak at my diploma to see if the name of the school that’s written there is a De La Salle Institution and not anything else. :p

Harhar.

PHONE, MP3 and a lil SURPRISE

I don’t know if I can consider myself a master of my own since I easily handle parting situations quite well. I never found its correct description on any search engines, though I would like to say that I have and will continue to tolerate minor little heartbreaks that swamp me every now and then. Being open to possibilities is something I considered an ally to continue learning things as I go meeting other people. Hostility has never been an issue to anyone; it’s just I who tends to exaggerate it once in awhile.  Though I have talked to someone recently who lingered so much on the façade which hindered both of us to showing what really is skin-deep. 

Listening to NO REWIND, NO REPLAY by Jose Mari Chan, a song that accidentally popped while I was reading a eulogy by a former college professor. This was really a teaser.

On my way to the office I was already thinking of having this entry to vent out all my frustrations to the universal system of phone pals. That they will never realize the feelings they have if they do not feel the person they’re talking with physically. Hearing is good but seeing is king and feeling is everything.

Branding me as someone who’s virtually heartless is simply judgmental. I was even surprised that I am being touted as a super-villain with every word that I utter just because I initially punned on my savior complexities. I thrashed every second of our conversation to convince another that I may be as candid and blunt with putting things up but I am not even remotely close to being evil when I speak about it and it will NEVER be anything against the person. 

One thing I can be very proud of is that I can live each new day without total association to the past events in my life. I totally recognize a new person I meet unique to others. I never put them in stereotypes which make them prove their real worth as a subject. I NEVER EVER JUDGE A PERSON’S BELIEFS and WORTH until I finally get to see them react on things not necessarily directly connected to anyone of us. Maybe it’s just the upbringing and I can’t blame my parents for raising me up in a military straight-to-the-point way. 

I tried going back to talking with someone I surrendered talking with a few weeks ago just to give myself another chance that this person is someone I think would make a great impact to me. After deleting all connections and forms of communication, I went back. Indeed, a great deal of my acerbic wit was put into compromise just because this person thinks I am somewhat close to a living form of mockery. I am making this entry to let anyone who reads this blog know how I am so dismayed by the fact that I got DUMPED without due process. Romantically, I guess it’s even more of a crime when you judge a person just because he says he’s like this and that without physical proof of any. 

Maybe it’s an issue of security and ease but I always have strong reservations to tomfoolery when I talk about being affectionate. I will never close my doors for the possibility that we may still be together some time soon. It is just now that I can get to really talk again for the longest time. As in. I forgot to thank YOU for wasting hours with me on the phone. For me, those are moments worth looking back at. 

The ultimate test of love is to get bored with someone you basically fancy and I hope it’s not the end of it all. Accusing me of being someone who can just crumple and throw some good stuff like a paper is a fallacy. I valued every nanosecond my memories. I just don’t linger in them. I’m just a text message away cause I will never wrong you for things that I’ve never proven wrong. 

[Almost] Same songs in our MP3 collection. 

Same knack for films. 

You enjoy cooking, I enjoy eating.

These are such compatibilities that should never be put to waste. 

No rewind, no replay –– the chance I lose today will be gone but at least we can still salvage what’s left in the play list. 

I will wait for your holler while I continue listening to the same music we shared together. With this little recollection, I feel that I still am not a master of saying goodbyes. Not just yet. 

[MY ONLY BLOG TO DATE without HAHA or LAUGHS in the content—I just noticed]

Gettin` the GROOVE back2back

Being in the office the whole day is strenuous. Your brain requires to achieving an every minute exercise to cope up with the demands in the industry to survive.

My brain is deteriorating. After a while of waking up in the morning; religiously performing yoga on top of the human repository before the eternal shower, I am succumbing to burn out.

Some diversion, I reckon, would make me get pumped up again. Not necessarily a new working environment or time slot would suffice the lack I am trying to fill in.

Night of d 2nd, this month. My entire perspective, used to being downhill, turned right side up when I came across the ultimate tingle of my eternity.

I did not expect that JULY would be a good month for me, as to whatever endeavor I may want to get engaged with. It just proves that I am right since last year, same month; I landed to a job which I hailed as an opponent during college. Right now, I am its emissary [as long as it provides good dough] Haha.

My other personal encounters started in JULY last year. I got my groove back in JULY. I met my soulmate, TIN [Shut up, she's my senior webby artist and my best friend in the office who left me for greener pastures]. Also in July, I was able to redeem myself from being down with depression that my colleagues have gained paces ahead of me as I bask in unemployment.

Today, a year after that, I came across a gem that changed my negative impression on getting TiRED, because right now, it is the day to celebrate it.

A long day at work is not hard as long as you get updated on anything about the incarnate being that makes you wake up in the morning with a smile. No matter how late you sleep and how early you need to get ready for work, it’s still the same passion that enkindles you to make the most out of every single minute meaningful.

We don’t traverse to lavish and extraordinary sites to re-assure ourselves with the burning care we have for each other yet, just the thrill to be right next to what you’ve always dreamt of makes every moment fantastic!…

Who would not hope for nirvana and endless joy? Even POWER MAC doesn’t offer a few years warranty for free. I am just hoping that wherever the road may lead us be for common good, with that I will at least be ok.

I have gone through a lot in handling encounters like this one… I can’t blame myself if I still subject to such [after all the aches synonymous situations that eventually closed have brought me], but at least this is the triumph of my pursuit of happYness [Yeah, Will Smithy].

Socrates taught me that happiness should be found even in the absence of the material elements that make you feel like so… but I contest Socrates on this, because I can barely breathe if I don’t even see a familiar name on my phonebook affirming the mutual feelings we share as my mobile device hollers [you don’t know when the name appears isn’t what I expect… my heart breaks into gazillion pieces].

Having the fewest wants, I am nearest to the gods. — SOCRATES, At least I don’t greedily aim for anything but a smile glued on my face even as I sleep.

I have not mentioned the exact universal term that I’m feeling right now throughout this entry. I don’t know how you would say it in correct English but I’m pretty sure I am officially in love. Mushy and so not me it seems but don’t you ever tell me you don’t know what that means…

the jury OVER Substance & Looks

Looks are superficial. We all know that fact. But however deep we do know about it and however a cliché it is to everybody, superficiality is simply in the blood.

I have forever dreamt of wearing at least a medium-sized pair of pants (28″-30″), but man, I still struggle reaching 32″ after almost ten years of massive reduction. Yeah, I lost seventy-seven pounds and that chum, is a whole lot.

Still, I dream of having the matinee idol waist line [spare me the looks, ‘coz that’s really impossible =P] that I could ever be proud of. I may be 5′10″ in height but I still feel really WIDE. It of course results to my depression. Wahaha.

I met a guy who, at his early 20’s is already a powerhouse of confidence. He always butts in with full conviction in an “I’m-not-cute-I’m-gorgeous!” attitude. I know he could pass as a print model at least [But why do other people with drop-dead looks tend to stay more humble than those guys who were just blessed with some enhancements? Maybe because they never needed anyone’s confirmation that they are being liked/loved. And so DO I! But that’s beside the point] I am still affected by the sore fact that I am not even close to the epitome of charisma.

There’s a great feeling in me that makes me think that something like lack of a sharp nose and chisel-shaped chin can contribute to your lesser chances on landing to a perfect place in the office… or the society , in general.

I don’t know, but I feel that people just get interested with you when you look exemplary good-looking… Not that I am bitter about it, but it’s just not sooooo…. Er… Catholic? [=p]

I just noticed that those who are easily loved are the ones who have smoother skin, almond-shaped eyes and SLIM-toned bodies without even lifting a finger [even after hearing one’s Carabao English and nose-picks a LOT].

Why do people of my caliber, that considers myself the average-type, who at the very least is a law-abiding citizen, a tax-payer [BIR yuhoo! fyi!] and someone who values family [understatement] and friends so much tend not to get the accolades being sought-after by many? LOOKS over SUBSTANCE, this is a forever battle of superficiality.
One thing that this guy I was talking about mentioned that almost dropped me off my chair was: “I’m gaining weight quickly, and that’s shameful to my friends”. *dang* When did getting a bit heavier become taboo?

Now, are looks a huge basis of true and never-fading love?

If your answer is YES, then you’re the ULTIMATE SUPERFICIAL SELFISH SKIN-DEEP ANIMAL!

But in fairness to the YESes, who says all is fair in love anyway? =P

Now, to answer the question why I don’t seem to get what many others are rooting for is just simple — MAYBE I ALREADY HAVE IT, I just didn’t know! *winks* [That’s the spirit! Bwahaha!]

BATTLEcry

My first here…

Here’s a lot.. IM TELLING YOU!

Been to great distress. Skank!

Not even the worst calamities can ever dampen the spirits of the PRADA clients I recently had. Blah! Blah! Blah!

The most sinister bitches from hell together with their defocused perspective have connived to blatantly bombard me with extra work which I am not supposed to do. Every single detail of their “supposed-to-do” list were piled up to me. I can actually start selling these cds they gave me to TRAVEL PORTALS to get even with ‘em. Haha.

It really was a HELL ON EARTH from Mid-October til late JANUARY. Imagine, even Christmas season didnt get spared from the fury of these uncanny dogs when they tried to convince me to come to the office to wrap up their vanity site.

I commend those people (LECHA, TINAPIE, ALF) who supported me through and through, sharing my agony with every piece of UNRESIZED IMAGE and every detail of the IMPERFECT SWOOSH we have gotten to assimilate the prowess of the client’s dream look.

This is not a post of rejoice because there’s nothing to rejoice about! None yet. The site is still not up and live but it already feels like it, since it is the second day in my entire season that I had the opportunity to breathe some air and remember that I also have other sites to mind about.

This is a post of grievance, for all the hard-unnoticed-work; for all the over-load/time; for all the red tape and crap and overtaxes. Gah. For all of you who feel neglected by your plea to transparency especially with your monthly $.. this is our battlecry.