WiSHeS...

as the earth turns a year older, some things are still left as wishes . . .

wished i went back to liverpool and watched an Anfield game.
wished i had cable since august so that i could watch liverpool's quest for premiership title.
wished i could have reviewed and applied for ASCP certification.
wished i never had lousy, ungrateful, lying tenants. damn you.
wished lacey, mother hen, jon jon stayed in the bloodbank longer.
wished my hair grew longer and manageable.
wished i had a basketball court in my front yard.
wished i could be a better son
wished i had a wii to play with my wife.
wished i went to cambodia.
wished that the beloria's stayed a week more in singapore.
wished i have new culinary gadgets and gizmos.
wished i could be a better hubby.
wished that i was manny pacquiao.
wished i could have less sick leave.
wished all this wishes will go away fro my head . . .

contentment is having to lose all these materialistic things. anyways, happy birthday bong. and happy new year to all . . .

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BoN VoYaGe LaCeY

this was the first warnings i got before joining the bloodbank. a good friend told me this "don't judge her by the way she talks, just get over the personality that you see and dig deeper, you'll see the real her...." i didn't know what that meant really when she said it but it did warn me enough . . .

a friend, no a really good friend, no a big sister. a mentor. a crazy mother. a superior sister. a friendly superior mother. a mother superior.

well, ive known her for 730 days and she's leaving soon. and why am i sad? ill tell you why . . .

most, in your lifetime, you'll encounter people as unique as what lacey is to me. im not close to her. no. she'll tell you that we dont share secrets. no we dont tell each other personal things on purpose. yet when we talk to each other, i do feel like she's a sibling in which you know that that ear is listening and that ear is attached to a heart that feels and to a brain that analyzes. beyond those "macho" persona (sowee) you can see a person who is caring and thoughtful. one classic attitude i like about her is her frankness. very blunt. what is white is white and what is black is black. no gray areas as much as possible. strong willed. determination in which i envy most of the time. i do admire you if you dont mind. you brain works like google. in terms of transfusion medicine of course. and i have to admit, i was one of the founders of the term in BTS, the "google search". all of us here dont have that. only you.

the shouts, the frantic work behavior, the urgency, the clumsiness, the marathons, the google search, the scoldings, the arguements, the knowledge, the know-how, the questions, the teachings, the 6's, the CNY dinner's, the life-saving late night fone calls, the ugly handwriting, the filipino connection (hmmn) . . . .sigh.

i wish you all the best and i know you are the best in what you do. hugs tyt.

so long, i wish we could still work if not just see you again someday.

stay safe. keep away from our african american friends ok?


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WHY ToDaY iS CaLLeD PReSeNT

its one of those corniest sayings of all times . . "yesterday was history, tomorrow's a mystery, that's why today is called a present". nothing is an accident. all was written before hand and is waiting to happen. in short, it called fate.

all these while ive been grumbling about what presents im going to receive this christmas and was so overly concerned to be materialistic even. neglecting the most precious of all that i have received this christmas. yes, one present. a present nobody else can have but only me. a jewel that heaven has given to me. my loving wife.

i apologise if i do disregard the fact that you were always there for me. even through times where i don't know who i am anymore. you are the nail than keeps me on the ground. your are the needle that pokes me so that i won't go bloated. i dont need to say more coz it will be endless. an endless gratitude that is.

people's natural reaction or if i may call it evil reaction is that when the tree is fruitful, they throw stones at it. yes, there are certain people around us that might invent stories or just plain manipulate the truth for their own selfish gains yet i do tell them now and will always tell them. go on and try your luck. fruits or without fruits, our roots are entwined until we are one and will stay as one forever.

to those people who know us better, we do appreciate your honesty, not to us, but to yourselves who is righteous enough to believe what your eyes dont see and things you hear without your ears. you dont call people who believe in the wind hypocrites right? you feel the wind though you cant see it. to you guy, my gratitude.

to you wabsie, in times when i do get out of control, you have every right to put me in my proper place. your hand fits mine every time i hold it. our thoughts makes me laugh at its slightest hint of a joke. through vanity and simplicity, i would never thought of having a life more fulfilling than sharing and loving you.

have a good night my love.


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a CoNSiDeRaBLe eMBaRRaSSMeNT

well well well, for two years running . . .wifey gave up and surrendered her dignity by buying me a present that i wanted. lolz. i dont know what is it called in psychology but in household terms, its called nagging. just nag and nag about what you want until it forms into her mind that she'll buy it for christmas. try starting out around september and keep on mentioning it as if you are a broken record. and voila! welcome the "considerable embarrassment" from crumpler! it has been a while now that i complain on having to bring bulky items without bringing a bag to work. colleagues do ask me why i dont bring a bag and i do have a smart retort that i did bring my dignity with me didnt i? well, no more excuses. PSP, large earphones, umbrella, water bottles, books, even an extra pair of undies! welcome, welcome all!
bwahahahaha . . .love you wabsie . . .whahahahahaha


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BLeeDeR WHo?!?!

damn busy.

so busy till your nose bleed.

literally.

im blogging now nearing the end of this horrible shift. cant wait for that short hand of the clock to hit 7 and the longer one at 6. ninety more minutes. of uncertainty, of craziness, of punishment.

i came last night smiling coz i got a warning from a colleague that i am supposed to handle a jumper. no not like the one you saw in a movie whereby they teleport and can manipulate time. this is a real jumper. literally. a jumper from a building that is.

well, im so sorry to disappoint you ms. aliwarga coz its not a jumper. the poor girl accidentally fell from the 9th floor while hanging clothes. broken limbs and broken skull, the lady didnt bother me much. just took a couple and thats it. i even have 2 more units untouched. surviving, she maybe is playing with her handfone already. like most maids do as their fave pasttime.

yet, again, being me, my nights wouldnt be as interesting as usual if not for stupid people racing in the highway or some asshole trying to be funny. three separate trauma cases bombarded the emergency department and it felt like im the closest to its epicenter. 2 units e-blood started it all. then cryo then ffp then csp then rbc then ffp then platelets then rbc then ffp. . . . ive never heard ot porters complain this much. they know that these three trauma cases are queuing.

no break. no psp. no movie. just blood and ot and my bloody nose.

yes, i was quite surprised myself. i havent recovered totally yet. still having this runny, watery nose with an endless supply of mucus. and the more busy you get, the more active it wants to produce its snot. imagine! well, in short, i kept sneezing here and there, filling the bloodbank with my virus like a dog marking its territory. until about 5 am where i took a tissue to supercalifragilisticexpialidociously expel a humongous amout of mucus anmd expected it to be green yet it turned out to be red! i thought i was imagining things and luckily i didnt leave anything in my lab coat. maybe its high blood pressure or maybe im just to stressed out. well blogging relaxes me. and its stupid to activate my pager at 5 in the morning . .duh!

anyways, merry chistmas to all of you suckers. sleep tyt. may you over sleep and you come to work late so that youll get scolded by your boss till your ears also bleed!

(grumble, grumble, spit!)

BuGGer...

id had beed a few dayd now. i beed sneezid and coughid like hell. my node id red and my throat hurtd. acute viral naso pharyngitis, thatds whad its called. common cold.

aaaaaaachoooooooooo! snort snort .. .cough cough . . .ptui!

i lost count how many times i do that in a day. yet, here i am, doing house chores like a normal husband would do (right wabsie?). ironing clothes and taking care of unruly and ungrateful canines and a very stubborn feline.

anyways, sorry for not being able to blog for a long time coz i really was busy. i was on night shift last fridays night and for the first time i didnt have the chance to sit down and punch the keyboard for i was really occupied in saving someones' life. i've been struggling since i stepped on to the lab fighting for a lady from united arab emirates, in the OT table having both of her legs cut off, a hemipelvictomy. being rich and warded as a john's hopkin's patient, this one is a vip case. and aside from that, as if its not yet complicated, antibody screen results shows the patient has an antibody (non-bloodbank reader can sleep now). all in all the lady consumed 26 bags of full crossmatched red blood cells, 14 fresh frozen plasmas, 8 random platelets, 10 units of cryoprecipitate and a big bag of cell separated platelets in my shift before she was transferred to the surgical intensive care unit. whew. finally over.

or was it?

just 30 mins after i got a call from SICU that the patient needs another set of FFP's, a frantic nurse from emergency called and asked 4 units un crossmatched blood to a patient who is a victim of a stabbing incident! (there goes my breaktime).

all in all i was wiped out. maybe immunity was at its lowest and this rhinovirus opportunistically jumped on me. well, guess what, i lost.


aaaaaaachoooooooooo! snort snort .. .cough cough . . .ptui!

merry christmas suckers.


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Beli BoLiNG

it has been 2 days now that i have a terrible time spending if not wasting my time in the lab. 2 days surrounded by shreiks and loud laghter it sometimes makes you wanna puke. its like eating too many chocolates and later vomitting it out coz its too good.

pity lin lau da today. im happy i wasn't a part of it. yet it made me think. i do notice it once in a while. no offence chili padi but although it sounds 100% true it couldnt be 100% false either. just carry a shotgun in your bag will do the trick. sleep well ya?

darn this 9 dragons game im playing online. i keep on dying! damn you bears!

gotta sleep early or else my wife will complain. she married a man and not a panda!

nyt nyt ya all.


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HeRoeS

there are only a handful of Filipinos i consider my heroes ar at least, people who i really look up to. no question one of them is my father. another one you could say is mr bob ong. yet there is one person that really intrigued me for over 5 years now. ive been following and there has been nods and headshakes in between. yep. the guys name is emmanuel. manny pacquiao. the pacman. the mexicutioner. the number one pound-for-pound boxer in the world today. and he is facing yet another challenge.

i remembered shaking one of my wife's aunt's house. watching that 2 fight between him and erik morales made me forget where i was. i think i was him throwing punches to this resilient opponentand made him drop to his knees. i even bought that fight night round 3 game in my xbox just to play him over and over again.

a lot of people say that this fight would be a circus and a suicide attempt to smear his remarkable achievement. i dont think so. i do think that this will be talked about for the next 20 years or more. this will go down the history that it is the biggest upset of all time. 3rd round knockout for manny pacquiao!!!

me and my cursed mouth. (watch out oscar!)
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CHRiSTMaS DeFiNeD

im not one of those kids who enjoyed christmas believing santa claus and his megacorporation going down the chimneys and giving gifts to all children in the world. naughty or nice. i thought this was an unfair fabrication of western people saying santa clause only give gifts to people living in cold countries since we, as like 4 billion families in the tropics, have no chimneys. damn you santa claus!

well, as far as i can remember, im a very curious person. always asking how or why. never contented in things i see or hear but i have need to analyze and investigate. didn't took very long to discover my parents were santa claus. didn't take long that i know santa is a female saint in spanish. didn't take that long to realize that rudolph has a red nose since it was snowing so hard so he might have a cold! try going into one of our cold rooms (-30 degrees for 5 mins) and stay there and tell me your nose is the same color as before. aaaachhhoooo!

merry christmas everybody. i know that in india they celebrated new year's day so soon having bombed some hotels and train stations. cowards. why not all terrorist cells duel with each other, say al qaeda vs the abu sayaff or moro islamic liberation front against jema'ah islamiyah? since you guys are all anger management freaks, do try out cancelling each other and not innocent people! cowards.

i wanna go to bethlehem and celebrate christmas day there with my wife on my lifetime. tis one of my wishes before i leave this world. ain't it something?

off day on a weekday . . what fun. zzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

gotta cook! have to keep my herd well fed!


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