Saturday, March 31, 2012

dear friend who uses SNS the proper way

I wish you'd share a little bit about yourself every now and then. Because if all I wanted to read were news articles (no matter how interesting they may be), I'd go to a news website, not a Social Networking Site. 

I know that they say you shouldn't inform everyone about every little mood swing that you have. Especially when your friend list includes both personal and professional contacts. I know that one needs to be thoughtful about what they post. But Facebook isn't LinkedIn so please don't get ultra-stiff & conservative.

Sure, don't post about EVERY pound you gain or EVERY day you're pissed off at work or EVERY night you're hung over. But once in a while, please try to post something about YOU. Try posting something that does not link to a news or feature article. Because even though Hemingway says we should "edit sober", he also says we should "write drunk". Because it's the "drunkenness" that speaks of your personality, your individuality, of you living a life (rather than a press release).

So dear friend who uses SNS the proper way, go ahead and remain thoughtful about your posts. But once in a while, I'd appreciate a post about what's really going on with you.

Photo from annnniegirl.

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Tuesday, March 27, 2012

heartbreaking moment

I remember feeling the mother's intense pain & sorrow when I first saw this photo.

While I'm not sure that what I've been going through the past couple of days approximates the overwhelming feelings of a soldier serving her country away from her child, I have to say it has been quite an emotional ride for me as well. You see, Isabella is in the hospital and has been having bouts of severe pain. And while she goes through what certainly looks like the most horrible physical pain, I cannot describe how it feels watching her. How I so want to take away the pain. How I feel so helpless when my usually feisty, strong-willed baby is crying in pain and begs, "I don't like na, Mommy. Please make it stop." How, while I try to encourage her: tell her she can get through this episode of pain, find the positive in the situation - like how this shows her body is fighting the infection or that the medicine is working, I am a wreck deep inside, worrying why the medicine doesn't seem to be working or that her body might not be able to take this. I cannot quite describe the horrible emotional pain. But I would take double this anguish if I could take even a little of hers away.

She is obviously pain-free while I write this post. She has been watching Disney music videos on YouTube for the past hour. Which is how I learned you can play Snake on YouTube while waiting for a video to load by pressing the down-key. And that the guy from Chuck is Flynn Rider from Tangled. Both speaking and singing voice! It's actually sweet how she keeps asking me what Disney movie we will watch songs of next - when she's really the one watching since I'm catching up on work (and sneaking in this post) during this good hour of hers. It seems it is important to her for me to like the songs we watch (er, I listen to). Now, this heart-tugging moment is much better than the heart-breaking ones. Hoping for more of the former. Thanks to those who have been praying for Isabella and sending get-well-soon wishes! Much appreciated! :)

Photo from designeditor.

Wednesday, March 21, 2012


Eeep. Am guilty. I have to admit there is this feeling of hatred in the driver in me. Not towards bicyclists, but towards motorcyclists.

Not only because they take away the one fun thing about catching a red light here. But because they weave in & out, often dangerously overtaking from the right side. I think the idea of designating a motorcycle lane is the right thing to do. But a whole car lane on Edsa does not seem to be the right way to do it. Because daily Edsa traffic is proof that the volume of cars is just too high, the motorcycle lane will always be occupied by cars too. And the motorcycles will just overtake from the right or left of those cars in the motorcycle lane. It doesn't help that the motorcycle lane is a middle-lane because they tend to spill out to the left & right lanes, affecting all 3 car lanes -- rendering the motorcycle lane pretty useless.

I think there's something to learn from bicycle lanes. Bike lanes around the world are small. They don't fit cars, just bikes. Maybe they should designate 1 or 2 motorcycle-wide lanes on Edsa as the motorcycle lane.  It will segregate cars from motorcycles, keeping everyone safe. Perhaps this is why "love is among cyclists". They have their own lane - safe from dangerous overtaking against much bigger vehicles, yet still unperturbed by the heavy traffic of cars in the car lanes.

I remember the time when buses would weave in & out of Edsa traffic, going from the leftmost lane to the rightmost and back. We've managed to get buses to stick to their lane. I'm sure we can get motorcycles to do the same! As long as they can have their lane all to themselves. Maybe this is one time that sharing [lanes] leads to hatred and selfishness leads to love...

Photos from designsponge.

Saturday, March 17, 2012

Today, I am unloving...

Today, I am un-loving... that happy nails make me sad. Because I can't have them.

This photo of purple & yellow-orange nails that I just posted here reminded me of my unfortunate reality. I am allergic to nail polish. My nails turn completely white (like the white ones on the tips of normal nails) and it will take at least 5 months to grow them out.

I noticed that black nail polish has been popping up everywhere. On Eva Mendez and Zooey Deschanel. And in a non-goth way. I haven't really decided if I would be willing to try out this black nails trend. But it doesn't really matter because I can't.

And it really is a shame because I would love to accent a completely neutral outfit with a pop of color on my nails like this!

Today, I am un-loving... that I cannot wear nailpolish.

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Sunday, March 11, 2012

my root canal

Remember here how I didn't have the courage to even schedule my long overdue root canal because I was terrified of the pain?

Well, I finally mustered up the courage to schedule it for yesterday. And this was how I felt the whole day yesterday, leading up to my 5pm appointment...

Actually, I felt this more while I was waiting in the dentist's chair with the bib already around my neck and the drill bits & injection were being laid out on the dentist's little table. My sweet Isabella was holding my hand, encouraging me, telling me I could do it. And when I cowered like a child and asked for my mommy, she reminded me how old I was. I know it was embarrassing, but I really have the lowest tolerance for pain. :(

By the time my dentist was seated beside me and I had my mouth wide open, I felt like the arrow was heading straight for my forehead!

But surprisingly, it wasn't painful! Turns out, Dr. Villareal is my-Disneyland-dentist here come to life! It was quite unnerving to hear the sound of what-looked-like-needles scraping the inside of my tooth and to watch his hand twist them like screws. I cringed when I saw the nerve he took out - which looked like a tiny, little uod [worm]. But throughout the injecting, drilling and scraping, I did NOT feel a thing!

Dr. Hermogenes P. Villareal, D.M.D.
F.P.C.O.M.S., F.P.A.I.D., F.I.C.D., F.P.F.A., F.A.C.D.,
Diplomate - Int'l Congress of Oral Implantologists
Oral Surgeon/Implantologist
Chairman, Dept. of Dentistry AHMC
Asian Hospital & Medical Center - Unit 415 Medical Office Bldg.
Tel. No.: (632) 771-9358

Photo from annnniegirl