Till Our Next Meeting

(for December 2) CKD stands for Center for Kidney Diseases. It’s a specific area in the hospital where patients undergo dialysis which means their blood is drained from them, mobilized to a machine which filters it since their kidney can no longer do the job properly. After the blood has been filtered and cleaned, it is returned to the body through another large bore needle. It was in CKD where I met Leonilda, the most adorable old woman with pink cheeks and her husband. As a nurse on duty in the special area, it was my responsibility to assist the staff nurses and to take the clients’ blood pressures every half an hour. I was slowly approaching Leonilda who was lying on her lazy boy type of couch. She looked very comfortable and happy despite two humongous needles piercing her body as if vampire teeth sucking the blood out of her. No wonder she was so white and somewhat pale. However, her paleness was masked by her ultra pink lipstick and matching blush on which was somewhat out of pl...

I realize my inadequacy and tardiness. I have been tempted more than once to abolish this blog, after all, it’s been a little over four weeks and yet I still have no assurance that someone actually reads this. Yet I choose to think that you are there, you are reading this and you have come to a decision to read this regularly. And so I must not stop. Today is a Monday and it is a holiday. That means no classes for me and the rest of the student population. All thanks to the heroism of Andres Bonifacio. I have decided to allot this day for three major tasks: research, writing and cleaning. And therefore, I begin on my second task. The other day I met a professor who looked very much like a student. We talked but then I have to be completely honest that I was under the influence of alcohol. This developed to my inebriation and inevitable loss of my brain capacity to retain and recover the things we talked about. And so I cannot write about him. Instead I shall discuss Jansen. He owns a t...

(for November 28) Yesterday I met one of my heroes. I say this because he amazed me with his success. Penetrating the US music industry isn’t easy; I understood this at a young age. And yet he not only landed several record deals but he became part of one of the hottest, most popular RnB groups of our time, the Black Eyed Peas. He is a Filipino and a proud one at that. I really shouldn’t be including him as an entry here because I’m writing an article about him for a magazine I contribute to. But I can’t help it. I was a sophomore in high school when the Black Eyed Peas visited the Philippines to do a concert. As a gift from my bestest best friend KC, I got silver tickets to the concert. The ticket cost her around 2000 pesos each. But because of our tardiness, natural luck or perhaps divine intervention, and uncanny ability to get away with things, we ended up watching the concert in the VIP section. Mind you, tickets to that area cost something like 15000 pesos. Anyway, I didn’t get t...

(for November 26) I had difficulty meeting someone the past two days. I was so caught up in preparation for our group thesis defense: re-reading our thesis and checking for typographical errors, inconsistencies and incoherencies. Wow I just typed that word hoping that a read zigzag line won’t form beneath it and thus indicating that there is actually such word. And apparently there is.  *shout for joy* I was also busy for another reason, yesterday being my father’s birthday. Another reason to shout for joy  But I made it a point to meet someone today so after our group defense and after the much enjoyed lunch at Congo Grille and the not so enjoyed movie ‘A Christmas Carol,’ I took a walk at the nearby streets of my apartment, still no sign of someone I could come up to and chat with without being mugged. I sometimes wonder why ever did I decide to live in a street so close to dangerous alleys. Anyway the hours passed and the sky was already dark when I realized I had to visit my bloc...

im super delayed again. Darn this asthma. And this lamentation. Im actually wearing black tomorrow as a sign of it. to immerse in that darkness so I could eventually fully detach myself from it.