Deal.. Or Deal.. (No "No Deal")

The Deal was made. M mandated that I have to be in school 30 minutes before the said call-time for the whole of 2nd sem. I hate it. (I'm just being honest here.. Hehehehe) At first, it was just 15 minutes. However I failed in my make-or-break day, that's why.

The catch: If I arrive right on the dot and onwards (meaning, I'm late), M will send an SMS to my Mom saying that I was late and that I didn't catch the quiz (if I really didn't). If I'm in past my due time (which is 30mins before the call-time), I'll have a vegetarian diet. Neither way, veggies are included. The only way to break free from these is to arrive before or on my due time.

Frankly, Mom approved of it. She liked it. Oh, scratch. She LOVED it. :(

In exchange, I want his grades to hit 85 and above. I see he's been concerned with his academic performance though I barely see efforts in his part. (Sorry to say that M..) Now that it's a deal, I assume he'll work it out. Afterall, like what I've always been saying to him, he'll be the first to benefit from this. It's not for me. It's for his sake. Am I right or am I über right?

I still can't make up my mind as to what his punishment will be.. Any suggestions?

Being early is for my sake as well. (I can hear him say this over and over again.) Sigh. I think I'll have a vegeterian diet for next sem. Drat. Let's get it on! *rolling my eyeballs*

Express Mail 3

To: My Imagination
Kindly shut your neurons from all neurotransmitters. I repeat, shut your neurons from ALL neurotransmitters. I don't like how you work for quite some time. And now you've gotten more unlikeable. I can't believe you made it possible in your own realm. But in case what you've fabricated now will come to reality (like it would ever ever be possible), I would totally freak out. I warn you, it's an understatement. Haha! So better quit it OK? Ain't healthy.

To: My Jaw
I'm so glad you haven't been clicking for a while now. Not opening my mouth wide surely helps. I'm sure you hate it everytime I stress you. I'll do my best not to work you too much though I miss yawning with my mouth open wide. :D

To: My Abdomen
Every time I see you, my life turns upside down. So as my confidence. I see that you're getting bigger. Drat. I super super super hate you. I'm thinking of having a Bariatric surgery.

To: My Nails
I soo want to paint you. But in a couple of days, I'll be doing a mandatory completion and that means I must have you unpainted again. Sigh. After completion, maybe.....

Express Mail 2

To: Someone I'm fed up with
How do I silence thee? Ah! By deleting thee in my list of friends in my FB account. There's serenity! :)

To: Thunder
You always make me startle.. Why not make a warning or a signal before you'll come along.. Ayt? (But I like you better than your sidekick Lightning. No jam.)

To: Neighbor (I secretly call you "O.P." --as in overpricing)
Since when have I become Mav? Though me and my sister look alike, I would appreciate it much if you can distinguish us from one another. Afterall, we're not twins. My name's Ky. Not Mav.

My Dad's Birthday!

At Yellow Cab Damosa Gateway :) YUM!!!

♥I love my Daddy. We love him.♥

We celebrated his 53rd birthday with a "night-out" yesterday. I can hardly recall the last time I got really really full. Last night, "GLUTTONY" was posted on my forehead. My tummy has expanded to the limit and because of that I need to commode at 4:30am this morning and again before going to school. Even though I'm supposedly on diet, the dishes were no-way to be rejected. *Thank you Lord for the blessings.*

On the very same day last year, I remember we also had a pizza from Yellow Cab. However we celebrated Dad's birthday in the hospital. It's been a year since I had my operation, my TAHBSO operation. Kidding! :D (It's just a mass excision, OK? Nothing cancerous whatever.) I was more of groggy and I almost rested for the rest of the day 'cause I'm post-op.

My dad's birthday this time around was far more special than last year of course. At 9pm, a live jamming session was up at Damosa. It made the ambiance cozy and chill. *I sooo love jazz music.* To end our night, we drove thru McDonald's and got Sundaes. (Obviously, mine's Caramel ♥)

Ah.... A memorable night. Of course it would be less memorable if not for the fact that the birthday celebrant is my ever-loving, hardworking, supportive, groovy, and the-one-who-spoils-us-always Daddy.

Happy Birthday Dad!

XOXO :)

Rotation Ender...

The 911 exposure was fun though I became sicker the following day..... though I have muscle pains when I walk and get up and down the stairs (like I'm some kind of an oldie)..... though I'm yet to laundry my "blooded" shirt (Sir Ace poured a whole lot of ketchup on me)..... though M calls me "Pare" by the way my voice sounds..

However if I can sum up those 3 days, I can point out ONE memory that I can super duper associate with the 911 thing. It's the post-911 fun. :D Ambush and On-the-Spot Videoke Session with the Mamugz. Aiza, Kem, Jen, and Janely wasn't there. Majority parin. Hahahah!

Ambush kasi me and M were supposed to go home already but when Meg saw us along the street, right then and there GO! We forced Masi to go with us. Haha! But then he didn't sing more than a chorus of the song "Fixing a Broken Heart". Shy, eh?

We were hyped for 2 hours. New revelations? I didn't know til then that Thea has a good voice. Also, Louie was great! I wish it won't be the last. Trust me, you'll never see him like that anywhere else. Unexpected choice of music. Waaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh!

Til next concert time! :D

Sigh

I just hate myself right now. Hahay... What more can I do?

How I Wish!

It is not my intention to point my fingers to anybody. This post was written just because I can't help but feel frustrated and ashamed of what happened this noon.

 Bato-bato sa langit, ang matamaan 'wag magalit. Ang magalit at mag-react, guilty! *Hahaha*

Kaganina sa Funda Lab, naa pud si Ma'am C (--instructor namu sa amung subject). Chika chika..... Sabi niya sa akin saka kay M na mag-aral dahil Finals na. Kasi daw, ang dinidiin sa office, Section namin and Section X yung sangkot sa leakage.

I love the section where I belong. Really. I guess it's not makatarungan to blame the "leakage" on us and on the other section solely. Sabi nga ni Ma'am C, she didn't think it was a "leakage" afterall dahil it's available naman on the internet and it's not that someone sneaked into the office to get hold of those. It was evident that she had faith in the sections aforementioned.

How I wish everyone heard Ma'am C this noon. How I wish everyone got to hear Ma'am C's conviction that we have nothing to do with it. How I wish (unta jud) madunggan pud nila ang sense of pride niya sa atong section and kung unsa ta niya gi-defend sa office..... how she sounds so sure..... so vindicated... How I wish. 

I didn't say a word after she told all those. I just can't bring my mouth to utter something sensible without feeling ashamed of what I had witnessed in the four corners of the classroom. I didn't even bother to say "thank you" (to her for defending our section blah blah blah). I simply can't. And I don't think I wanted to say it at that moment. It just didn't feel right. It will never feel right. Num sayin'?

I smiled my most sincere smile and (thank goodness) she walked away before I initiate. 'Cause if she haven't, I surely have.

Not Your Ordinary Solu-cortef

Top to Bottom: (External) Light green cap. (Internal) Rubber stopper, his note, another rubber, the liquid.

This is not your typical Solu-cortef. What's not in the real Solu-cortef that's in here is the red liquid and the rolled piece of paper inside.

Effort. Effort. Effort. =D

Soooo original and unique. Sure thing I've never ever got this package of a note/letter. And I don't think anyone will ever give me this. *Except for M, of course.*

Good thing he taught me how to "open" this right. Else, it'll be a mess and I won't get to read the note 'cause it'll be soaked up with the red liquid and it'll wash away the message written in red pen.

The Name Change

Ho.... I've just made my pen name. Nyahahaha! :X
From Kxxx 013, I am now Sage M. Or Sage Muñoz.

I adore the name Sage. (I actually want to name my child that. That'll be my child's second name. As for the first name, I won't tell you yet. Haha!) :D And that's it. No other reasons.

The last name I'm now using is actually mine. So there.

14/30

Erasers were tossed in the air like whoa! Standing up... Buzzing around... Twisting their torsos to face the back... Voices are loud...

Time to check the papers!

For a 60-40 grading system, I missed the passing mark. I got 14 out of 30. *I hope the quiz won't be recorded anyways. :)*


I was disappointed with my score, yes. I didn't read and analyze the statements carefully. Or maybe I just don't know the answers. Hahaha! M felt sorry for me. But honestly, I think what had happened was just nothing. It was just now-it's-over-so-what. It was a terrible score I know. I might be disappointed with myself right at this very moment......... Yet I know, SOMEONE is delighted. And I am humbled to know He is delighted.

Career... Yeah!

I want to become a doctor but I don't think that as of now, I can be one. Talk about financial matters. But anyways, I love my chosen field. Though I can actually point out some disadvantages on what Nursing has done to me. (That would be my next post in a few days... Keep posted. Haha!)

Moving on, as a Nurse --OK, a future Nurse, that is-- I want to see myself being in the OR. I just love the smell of Cidex and Sterilium though it gives me headache and dry hands. Hahaha! To my surprise, I also want to be an ICU/CCU nurse someday.

Oh btw, mind if I share something? (You don't have a choice anyway. Hmm.... You can stop reading from here though if you don't want to hear me out. Hahahah!) I find my last CCU rotation for this semester a memorable one.

I did my first in tracheostomy suctioning. *applauses* Believe it or not, for how many duty days I've got over with (for almost four semesters), it was my first time to do tracheostomy suctioning in real life last Monday (and not on a dummy or on my classmate --just kidding-- for demonstration purposes.. tee-hee).

Another thing I'll never forget for this rotation was how the watcher of my patient wished me well for the future. She even got my name and told me she'll look it up in the newspaper or in the internet next year to see if I passed the board exams and is already a Registered Nurse. That was flattering? I don't know the right word for it. It just made my day. Thank you Lord.

There's a long way ahead of me and I don't know exactly where I'll be in the future. I rest my dreams in God, knowing He's already planned out and prepared my life ahead of me.. and that in time, His wonderful plans will unfold. Then, I'll be who He wants me to be. Amen.

Peek

Funny 'cause I know myself very well. I don't pretend. (I hate pretentious people by the way.) But I know how to conceal. I may appear to be withdrawn yet I linger. Contradictions. Whatever you call it. I'm out.

Missin' Mamugz

For three duty dates, I was distributed to another group (a different section). It was a Noc shift. Others call it the graveyard shift. From 11pm to 7am we were at the ER. Great. Not much action. Yawn. Whatever.

I hated how I was soooo sleepy at the 1st night. Boredom was all over. I was assigned as a triage nurse. And I don't have much to say because it wasn't that remarkable. LOL! The highlight of the night was that for the entire duty, I was able to finish 4/5 of Sophie Kinsella's paperback book. Just imagine how busy were we.

2nd night I was in the Internal Medicine department. Around 1am, patients arrived. Something to keep us awake and alert. I can't remember what time we were back to relaxed mode but hell. In no time, we were.

3rd night. It's the Surgery department for me. We only had one patient who refused to be confined. The rest of the night and morning was spent on talking with my "this week's groupmates".

I said I missed Mamugz (my original group). Maybe I wouldn't be much bored if I was with them 'cause we're bonded. Maybe our workload would not be mcuh of a "work" because we have this what we call teamwork. Oh well. Good I'm back. Ward duty next week!