It Was By Design

What does Cribs, Knock First, Queer Eye and Trading Spaces have in common? My new love interest.

I adore Interior Design. If I were a great artist, this would be one of the courses that would I have taken. Years ago, I once visited a friend’s showroom as part of the curriculum for Philippine School of Interior Design in Makati and it was wonderful. It was like going down a rabbit hole and visiting an art inspired version of Alice in Wonderland. After a while, I’ve forgotten about that and focused on to saving and touching lives. But after a certain period of time, continuous exposure to the harsh realities of that world tend to strip down one’s appreciation of beauty so imagine my relief when my bf reintroduced me to interior design. He dealt with the more practical side so I’ve never realized how much I would enjoy browsing through Wilcon’s Hardware Store. And while we were waiting for the piece of plywood he needed, he taught me about different kinds of wood, tiles, screws and bolts, what they were for and where they fit in the whole design.  I learned about the uses of a bolt cutter and goggles, which looks similar to the one I use on cannulation. Usually when I browse through design magazines, I really give any thought about the actual labor given to each inch in each set up.

Someday, I’m going to create my own dream house, plan every detail and it will be beautiful.

Love Show

I do believe that when something seems too good to be true, it usually is.

Woke up at 2am this morning and I suddenly remembered what made me cry myself to sleep last night. I was in a dilemma. Let’s say, metaphorically, you brought a car. After much debate and money saving techniques, you decided on a 2003 Toyota Vios. It’s extremely reliable plus it’s 1.3L so you get to save on gas money. Though it isn’t the one you’ve been salivating after on automobile magazines, you’re content with your purchase. 18 months passed and suddenly someone offers you another car for half the price. You take it for a test drive and realize that it gives you the adrenaline rush that has been missing all this time. It’s sleek and has innumerable upgrades that cannot be found in your old car but on the other hand, a car like that is extremely high maintenance, uses up too much gasoline and gives you the feeling that you might crash headlong into an accident while driving it. If you only get to keep one car, which would you choose?

Of course, this is just a metaphor. If choosing automobiles were my dilemma, I’d say get a higher paying job so you’d get to keep both. Matters of the heart are much more complicated than that. We all have our criteria and own set of limitations that we offer in a relationship so who am I to ask for more when I am as imperfect as the other person?

One thing’s for certain, relationships require investing in time and self. Starting a new one means double the effort and, honestly speaking, I’m not getting any younger.

Getting Confucius on Ophiuchus

Yesterday, I woke up as a Saguittarius but slept last night as an Ophiciuchi. Funnily enough, it sounds like Kalachuchi [Plumeria rubra].

Well if you’re wondering what the hoopla was all about, then this excerpt from ConPost very much summarizes my view in this matter:

I don’t know how I’m going to break this to my fiance.

“Sorry, I am supposed to be with a Gemini,” I will explain. “They are adaptable, versatile, intellectual, and lively, and apparently I crave this. I know, it’s a surprise to me, too! I thought I was supposed to be into stability and consistency.”

“Also, you are an Ophiuchus,” I will add. “I have no idea what that means. Apparently, you like to hold snakes, which is something you should have delicately broken to me before we reached this point.”

According to TIME.com, Ophiuchus is an interpreter of dreams and vivid premonitions. He is envied by his peers and favored by his father and authority figures. Lucky him. The Asclepius and the Caduceus, the medical staff, are also based on this constellation. Remember, snake holder?

Now, could someone please hand me that Sorting Hat? Annnnnd..Slytherin it is!

Also, the second longest word at 29 letters is floccinaucinihilipilification, which is the estimation of something as worthless. In short, ze hoopla.

Hold On To Your Sun Screen

A friend of my mine recently gave me as a going away present a pair of bikinis, sun dresses & a hot black number as I was planning for a vacation. It’s like fate is giving me the go signal to grab some R & R. I can’t believe Puerto Princesa is only FIVE freakin’ days away! Whoot!

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Check!

ROSEMARY: Olive, sweetie! There’s a young man here to see you. He said something about asking for your hand in marriage.
OLIVE: Oh happy day, Mama! I thought I was going to have to spend my dowry on booze and pills to numb the loneliness.

I love this scene! Oh and btw, it is considered good manners to say check when one checks ones opponent.

Track It!

The next time the device is accessed, the iPod will send identifying information you can use to track the stolen device like IP address, host name, computer name and geographical location through the internet connection of the device to which the iPod or other gadget is attached.

Twenty-Eleven

Ah yes. Another year, another day, the possibilities seem endless. 1 Jan 2011 was quite a relaxing day for me. I have spent most of the day catching up to several important necessities:  

1. Sleeping in – until 1pm. No need to wake up at 3am for a 12-hour duty. Yes!
2. Reading a good book. I’ve recently purchased a number of books on my last trip from Powerbooks -Glorietta to tide me over for this 3 day weekend (the equivalent of a Christmas Holiday, in my case).
3. Deeply conditioning my hair. A job that requires 2 shampoos, 1 nourishing conditioner and a shower cap. Tying my hair up in a ponytail every time I have duty is starting to take a toll on one of my favourite assets.  Sigh.

I was actually supposed to visit my Aunt with my whole family but thank god my mom took one look at my eye bags, which is now almost receding back to its original form, and decided to let me off the hook. This time, that is. And now, to finish book number one.

Happy Holidays, everyone!

Where Did My 27 years, 17 days and 4 hours of Life Go?

Apparently, my personal information can be summarized in 2 words & 2 numbers: 59MB.

No Rest For The Wicked

The moment you cannot remember your password for a site, means zero, zilch, nada activity for a loooong time. Well, it happened to me just now, which is quite obvious since my previous entry dated a few months ago. And after multiple failed attempts in trying to retrieve it from my memory, I’ve resorted to resetting it & sending a new one to my email. Note to self: start writing down passwords — signs of aging are irrevocably showing.

Anyhow, UPDATES!

Here are numerous information that I have gathered from my life as a dialysis nurse while moonlighting as a textbased research specialist. What your teachers should’ve taught you in school but didn’t:

1. If you’re consistently late for work and decided to be on time, it’s when Murphy’s Law will strike at you with vengeance. Seconds after uttering the fatal words, “What else could go wrong?” Your mode of transportation will break down/get a flat tire in the middle of skyway, 473 other commuters have decided to go to work the same time you did & prevent you from catching the train, a transport strike will immediately ensue or the side of your pants will accidently get ripped by an unsuspecting nail just as you were about to reach your stop.

2. If you’re in the medical field or any line of work that requires your taking breaks by shifts, when a co-worker asks you if you’ve eaten yet just say “NO” then have your lunch break. It’s better to be the first one to take a break & covering up for your workmates than delaying it & your workmates finding you collapsed on the floor due to hypoglycemia/hunger. Better yet, always have a mint in your back pocket in case you feel hungry or the doctor you’ve had a crush for the longest time might suddenly appear for his/her patient rounds.

3. Ed Westwick is actually British. Okay, so this one is for me.

4. Nipples can also appear retracted. Note that I have used ‘can’ and not ‘may’ since I doubt that making it crooked falls into this category. And if you do that, by the way, ouch.

5. In movies, people will always have the time to kiss or deliver a dramatic line & withhold the most important information as they are about to die. But the most irking one is when they fall as the killer was chasing them then turn & watch until it catches up to them. Don’t they have any sense to just stand up & run once more? I can’t help but slap my hand on my forehead from irritation with this one. You should’ve just ran, stup*d! Now, look where that got you.

6. In road accidents, the driver of the public bus/jeepney will always slow down, not to help those involved but only to know what happened so as to report to their friends that they were at the scene of the crime in case the news reaches national television.

I’ve also played with the idea of creating a 2011 resolution list. But I’ll have to see if I have enough determination left to push this through.

Misfortunes Never Come Singly

Several not so fortunate events have happened to me yesterday but I was starting to recover from it when someone asked where I would be rotating next after my repeat competency at the clinic, which made me raise my eyebrows. Although a part of me wanted to utter an expletive deleted after she started listing everyone else’s great talents at cannulating, I do agree with her regarding my colleagues’ talents and am very much grateful for their support. (I probably wouldn’t be able to make it through the week without them!)  I only wished she wasn’t that insensitive at that time. Oh well. When shet happens nga naman, it always comes in threes. Hahaha…