Pista Ng Mga Patay

kay dami dami dami dami dami daming tao sa barangay! heto sila't dumadayo, dumadagsa, kumukumpol, sumisiksik, abalang abala, binibisita ang mga patay!

huuuu, ang sarap ng gising ko, wala pang araw dito sa barangay bagong buhay (ah, dyan lang po kami sa loob ng sementeryo nakatira.) pero maliwanag na sa aking paningin, halos nakikinita ko na ang kikitain buong maghapon. parang musika sa aking mga tainga ang paparating na halakhakan, hagikgikan, tuksuhan at kantyawan. unti-unting pagbuhos ng padyak ng mga paa sa mga nitsong patung-patong-patong-patong-patung (makikiraan lang po. tabi-tabi po. sorry po.) mga bisitang kamag-anak ng kamag-anak ng kapitbahay na kalaro ng katrabaho na katsismisan ng dating kalaguyo na ngayo'y sama-sama, pinag-sama, pinag-tagpo ng tadhana. hay, buhay nga naman, buhay na naman ang aming barangay, may hanap buhay na naman kami!

binubuhay kami ng todos los santos. babanatin butong binaon na sa limot. bigyang kulay putla't magigising sa tulog. binubuhay kami ng todos los santos.

magsisimula ako habang tulog pa si misis (naku, diyos ko, pinagod ko ata kagabi, sana di na naman kami naka-buo, haleluya, amen, harinawa, sisbumba.) bibisitahin ang mga nitsong nandiyan lang sa labas ng pinto namin at matitirik ng kandila. paano ko nga naman makikita habang pinipintahan? mahirap na, baka abutan ako ng liwanag. maaga pa namang dumadating si (mr. santos, kayo po pala.! a, e, opo. matatapos ko na po.diyan lang po kayo at makakaasa po kayo na parang kahapon lang inilibing sa puntod na ito ang misis niyo. walang biro! ehe. kayo na pong bahala sa tip! pero sana po malaki. hehe.) pagkatapos, wawalisan ko ang paligid ng mga nitso dahil nagkalat ang tuyong dahon at tangkay at basura at upos ng yosi at patay na daga at patay na pusa at patay na (hoy junior, itapon mo yang plastik ng babol gam sa basurahan. konting respeto sa patay. diyan tayo kumikita, papatayin kita dyan eh!) at habang patuloy na dumadagsa ang mga dayo sa aming lugar at lumalala ang init at tumatagaktak ang pawis ng mga batang 'di mapirmi, ihahanda ko na ang mga paninda (ah, honeybunch, kailangan mo ng gumising, diyan ako mag-di-display sa bintana ng kwarto/kusina/kubeta natin. salamat dear.) ang lakas ng benta! ang daming uhaw na kaluluwa! (sa malamig, sa malamig, sa malamig kayo diyan. kornik, mani, butong pakwan, sago't gulaman! bili na, bili na, mahaba pa ang araw! hala sige mga iho't iha, ate't kuya, lolo't lola, tatagal ka paba? nakow, mukhang hindi na ah! bilisan bago maubusan, nang sa inyong mahala sa buhay, hindi mapasama.)

patapos na ang araw, paubos na ang paninda, pauwi na ang mga bisita. nalalagas isa-isa. sa isang taon muli nila kaming maaalala. (oh bata, ginagabi ka ata, ubos na ang sago't gulaman namin eh. pasensya na. teka... ren-ren? ikaw ba yan? ren-ren, ikaw nga! ang dati kong kalaro! aba, di ka nag-bago ah! san kaba nagsuot at di ka man lang nagparamdam? huli tayong nagkita noong...)

langit, lupa, impyerno, im-im-impyerno... ah! hindi! taya ka! taya! hindi yan langit! bakit ba marunong kapa? ano ba alam mo? itulak kita dyan eh! diyan ka sa impyerno! diyan ka nababagay! saksak puso agos ang dugo. patay. buhay. alis ang isa diyan.... alis ka dyan! alis ka!

BINUBUHAY KAMI NG TODOS LOS SANTOS
BABANATIN BUTONG BINAON NA SA LIMOT
BIGYANG KULAY PUTLA'T MAGIGISING SA TULOG
BINUBUHAY KAMI NG TODOS LOS SANTOS

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Keroro Gunso de Arimasu!

As usual heto na naman ako at wala na naman akong magawa, so it's time to write another blog and since December is coming near, sakto 'tong blog na to...

If you are a gundam fan you should know about Keroro Gunso(kelangan talaga, pero bakit??)... Bakit nga ba??

Hmmmmmmm...

Well, cute yung series, at medyo pambata yung theme (not, really kasi kung makakita ka ng mga palakang may hawak na baril, shield, granada, bazooka, etc, pambata pa ba yun??)...

Hindi ko pa rin nasagot yung tanong e, bakit nga kelangan ng isang gundam fan na malaman pa ang tungkol kay Keroro??


Keroro is popular in Japan (sobra, malalaman nyo kung bakit), and the proof is here:

Keroro Merchandise


And some more Keroro Merchandise...

Sa sobrang dami neto, kung hindi ito sikat e lugi ang bandai.. Pero kung sa gundams nga e kumikita sila ng malaki, malamang pati sa keroro merchandise e ganun din..

Bakit nga ba kelangang kilala ng isang gundam fun si Keroro?? Well...

It is because Keroro is a gundam fan (gunpla fan).
Wow, how I wish makakabili din ako ng 3 boxes ng gundam sa isang lakaran.

Most of the time i envy Keroro... Why?

Damn! Kasi he can buy all the Gunplas he want, even though which aren't released yet...

And this is how much he has in stock...


This is the storage for my extra Gunpla... Imagine kung gano talaga karami ang Gunpla nya...



Well even as a kid he gets to build gunpla, and hey, its a nice looking Zaku...



Now another merchandise, kung merong Gunpla, meron ding Keropla



Kung may Gundam Fix Figuration (GFF), meron ding Keroro Fix Figuration (KFF)


Wow! A Dendrobium operated by Giroro and Natsumi ( pambata ba talaga ang series na 'to?)


Curse you Keroro!!! (huh? nothing happened...)

Well i can't kill Keroro now or else...


He will kill me...

Doesn't he look cute?

NakakataCUTE... nuff' said...

and by the way, Keroro is popular enough...

To invade Naruto...

and Gundam OO... Hi there Keroro Graham

This should end it, but wait may pahabol na message si Keroro



The voice from within your heart, is filled with envious cries from your gunpla... XD
( how did the Re-GZ sparkle like that? even clear topcoat can't do that...)

The Tau Cross

The Tau Cross, also called the Cross of Tau, the Franciscan Tau Cross, the Cross of St. Francis, and the Cross of St. Anthony, is a simple cross, based on the Greek Τ, which is pronounce taw. In Hebrew the letter is pronounced the same but written as x. It predates the cross of the crucifixion, and for this reason it is also called the Old Testament cross. It is a type of the cross of the Crucifixion. In Ezekiel, an angel, traditionally believed to be St. Gabriel, is instructed by God to go and mark the foreheads of the faithful with the Tau symbol. Other angels are then instructed to “go ye after him through the city, and strike: let not your eyes spare, nor be ye moved with pity.Utterly destroy old and young, maidens, children and women: but upon whomsoever you shall see Thau, kill him not, and begin ye at my sanctuary.” (Ezekiel 9:5-6). So in Ezekiel, those marked with the Tau were saved from this destruction – their lives were spared. In the Passion, the crucifix became the symbol of Christ’s sacrifice, which brought eternal salvation. And so yet another name for the Tau Cross is the Anticipatory Cross.

Tradition holds that in the 3^rd century, St. Anthony, the Egyptian hermit who is considered the father of monasticism carried a Tau cross, but it was St. Francis and the Franciscan order that really popularized the use of the Tau cross. Francis was also familiar with the religious community that followed in the footsteps of St. Anthony the hermit, a community which was active in Assisi during St. Francis’s time. This is likely where he first encountered the Tau Cross. In 1215, at the Fourth Lateran Council, Pope Innocent referenced the Tau cross and the passage from Ezekiel. It is widely believed that St. Francis was present at the Council and that this is when he wholeheartedly embraced the Tau cross as his symbol. Francis used it in his writings, painted it on walls and doors where he stayed, and even used it as his signature. St. Francis would also stretch out his arms, to show his friars that their habit was also the Tau Cross. He instructed them to not only let that serve as a reminder, but also as an active symbol for them to be a walking crucifix in their lives. Due to St. Francis’s love for the Tau Cross, it became associated with the Franciscan Order. It is adopted and used or worn by many followers of St. Francis, whether part of the religious order or secular. Even for those unfamiliar with the details of St. Francis’s life, the Franciscan Order is what comes to mind when most people see the Tau Cross.

As with Christianity, other ancient societies who used the “Tau” symbol also expanded upon its symbolism to include life, resurrection, reincarnation, and blood sacrifice. These crosses are rare, and only a few are left in the world .

Since St. Francis preached simplicity and humility, the Tau cross in jewelry is typically very simple. Quite often, a simple wooden cross is worn on a cord, such as this cross necklace made from olive wood.

Someone's Definition of Marco [10-11-08 , 22:19]

MARCO (mar'ko) - noun, A guy who terribly loves color green, Japanese stuff, skateboarding and bands; A writer; a vocalist; panay tinutukso ni Kristine na "bakla" kasi nga mahilig sya sa green (which happens to be kulay na pambakla!); sya yung taong nakakadama ng pagkatindi-tinding contentment kapag naaasar nya ang ibang tao, lalo na si Kristine; a guy who is prohibited to drink coffee (pero nagiging pasaway, lalo na kapag walang bantay!); kolektor ng kung ano-anong laruan;

see synonyms: BOY BERDE, SHREK, PICCOLO, ESPOSO, NINJA

Decaffeinated [01-02-09]

Like literally having’ been in a boxing match or say, a 2-man duel like what they do in UFC, i have yet suffered from a blood-oozing fat lower lip on account of having been totally sober from caffeine for the last twelve hours since i woke up today. Once i get this sort of ‘caffeine withdrawal syndrome’ which is basically comprised of muscle cramps, hunger, sheer dumbness and delirium tremens, expect me to trip off the staircases and end up nursing an injury or a sprained ankle or in such a fateful case like today, a bleeding fat lower lip.

But nevertheless, despite a throbbing temple and a pulsating myocardium as a premonitory sign and symptom of withdrawal, a cup of coffee is still the best remedy to cough all these symptoms off, a sort of detox process that gets rid of the evil inside my body.

Coffee pretty much gives a paradoxical effect on my system. As opposed to getting palpitations and dysrrhythmias, i get peace and tranquility every time i get a sip, so staying up all day long without caffeine in my veins would literally mean SUICIDE.

But in instances when coffee is not available like when i do sleep-overs in a sedentary household like in some friends, coke or tea is a life-line. or anything that belongs to the same genus like stimulants and pot would do.

For someone like me who can average like 3-5 cups of coffee a day and having’ been drastically deprived of a single drop for the past 12 hours of my life, you cannot blame me for sitting in front of the computer this late hour of the day and blog about how a zero, caffeine-free day could painfully turn one’s life around.

As of now i can only give one piece of advice to those people who have an extreme aversion with caffeine. Coffee is a potent anti-oxidant and actually not a bad thing at all. It’s way better than cigarette and a lot cheaper than prozac for an addiction.

Ha! It can also make you feel young and alert without getting the usual perk-up as opposed to other stimulants. So just for once drop those yogurts, fruitas and other slimming crap down the trash and start a healthy living by engulfing a cup or two of caffeine everyday and make it as your guilty pleasure.

Remember, no one has died out of drinking coffee. But I also have to warn you that you don’t ever want to mess up with sober ones either if you don’t want yourself be killed too for that matter.

So be very careful guys and don’t ever rub those people the wrong way. Tsk.tsk. ..

So till i don’t feel delirious and have those free-flowing caffeine down my veins again, CHEERS GUYS!!

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60 microdrops per minute [12-18-09]

“This is stupid.” Russell sighed loudly and released the intravenous (IV) regulator from his grip. Apparently, he had given up trying to get the exact drop factor of his dehydrated pediatric patient’s 1L 0.3 NaCl IV fluid. It was ordered for 60 and the best he could come up with was 52; if he’d roll it again he’d probably end up with 45, or much worst 77 micro drops (uggts/min).

He took a glance at his overused watch. “Just 11:30? Feels like forever already.” He mumbled to himself, then his eyes shifted to the sickbed which he watches over, that was crowded with Cedric, a two – year old boy down with diarrhea, and his 21 year – old mother, Lucia, who as luck would have it, looks nothing like a 21 year – old. Guess when you don’t have much to live on, it really takes its toll on the way you look.

He dragged his size 10 feet to one corner of the medical ward and reaches in for his pocket notebook to do his midnight’s edition of SOAPIE. He leaned on the wall and after writing the letter “S” to begin his charting on his pad, the red ink from his pen just seemed to be totally blocked. He turned his notebook over and scribbled madly to get his pen going. At first it was blotting, but seconds more and it was totally junk.

“So I’m up when everyone’s sleeping and my pen’s not working, Great!” He shook his head and bit his lower lip before a stray curse escape his lips. He was sure it wouldn’t come silently, if ever it manages to come out.

He lifted his back and focused on his other group mates. Oops, group mate only at that time, because the other members left already, were probably at the room opposite the ward doing their own sample charting, or more likely sneaking into a nap.

The one left with him, looking after the patient across Cedric’s bed was Shannie Bernal, rendering a tepid sponge bath to her feverish, diarrhea – struck patient. She was the best group mate ever, well, probably for Russell’s subjective eyes only.

It was almost midnight and here was Shannie, diligently fighting off sleep and trying her best to lower her patient’s fever. Russell Thought she’d make a great nurse someday. Shannie was studious, patient, and totally overflowing with compassion that’s for real. His astonishment towards her love for nursing was just hands down because if he’d be comparing himself, he’s probably fair poorer than poor.

Russell never wanted to take up nursing. Heck, never in his wildest dreams did he imagine he’d be wearing that white uniform he was donning that night, if not only for his mother’s wishing he’d probably be almost a Music Teacher or a great Pianist by this time. As a student nurse, he barely passed NCM 100 and 101 and he just sucked at regulating IVs. He dreaded the smell of hospitals and just couldn’t stand crying children. Though his heart get nudges each time he’d be seeing people suffering, it just proved to be not enough for him to actually love his soon to be profession. Who could fall in love with needles and viruses right? He’d tell himself once in a while.

But since he’s already suffered almost three years of nonstop torture, he couldn’t turn his back at this point. It’d just seem too insane. He just secretly hoped that maybe, a defining moment would come into his lap one of this days and it’d be a sign. Until then, he’d find a reason or two why he should endure the torture RLE schedule and lukewarm instructors, for the meantime at least.

And Shannie Bernal was a reason. Russell’s number one reason why despite the 6am call time for duties he still arrives at the hospital smiling – and on time. She was the reason why asking patients how many times they pooped or peed become bearable. Shannie was enough to force his slacker ass to study for his super long patho exam and do his MS homework of over a 100 topics to write by hand. Shannie was worth doing the graveyard shift with. A text message from her at 9pm saying “guys ptyan na nmn s duty 2. Gudluck stn at mamatay na nakaimben2 ng 10-6 duty. Hehe. Ingat kau ha, kita kits nlng mmya!” was enough reason to get him excited for a night that was destined to be weary and dry out of sleep.

As a matter of fact, Russell could honestly say that Shannie was the one thing he loved about nursing. And how he wish she knew.

By this time Shannie was finished with her TSB and just stuck a thermometer on hi patient’s armpit. Russell smiled lazily. Aside from having killer nursing skills, she was a pretty girl; simple yet appealing, very attractive – at least for him if not for the whole world.

Shannie looked Russell’s way and he beamed, decided to come over on the pretense that he had to borrow a pen.

“Have an extra pen? Mine apparently resigned from service.” Shannie smiled about his choice of words. It was easy to steal a smile from her. She’s easy to please and highly appreciative. “Sure. I have it in my bag,” she answered back, then bent down to collect her thermometer.

She was flipping the glass as Russell went on asking, “still febrile?”
“No, 37.4C, thank God.” She shook the thermometer thrice and after cleaning it with a wet cotton ball she slid it down her apron pocket. “let’s join the others,” she nodded and Russell followed suit.

Russell pushed the door for her and they found their group mates busy doing the sample charting inside the crowded room assigned to them.

“Shannie, what’s that word if I want to say my patient can’t breathe when lying down?” It was Christine inquiring while moving over the long chair to make room for the newcomers.
“Orthopnea,” Shannie told her without batting an eyelash as she plopped down the chair. She then reached for her bag and handed her extra pen to Russell who sat down beside her.
“Smart ass!” Marco joked on the other side of Christine. Shannie pulled his ear to return the banter. She then took her pocket notebook and worked on her SOAPIE quietly.

However, Russell found it hard to concentrate on his sample charting. Aside from the fact that he was terribly drowsy, the feeling that he was seated beside Shannie felt weird this time. His heart was thumping like a crazy rabbit on drugs and you bet it was downright disturbing.

Fearing that their clinical instructor would come soon enough and he’d still have no output because of his damn feelings, Russell stood up and sat on the armrest of the chair opposite the one he occupied before. He gave Haruna a nudge and asked help with his SOAPIE. He didn’t notice Shannie watching him move away from her and asking help from somebody else. Haruna gave him the charting he did the last time she had a patient with diarrhea and Russell took pleasure in just copying the material.

Their clinical instructor came moments later to collect the sample chartings and just called the student outside two at a time if it’s their turn to transfer the SOAPIE to the actual patient’s chart. Marco and Christine came outside first leaving the chair Shannie occupied free. Russell thought it would be wise to return to his original seat, and later he was sure glad he did.

“I’m sleepy,” Shannie told him once his ass touched the chair. He laughed after seeing her trying her hardest to pry her eyes open and how she tries her best to stop her yawning.
“Me too, don’t you think this is bad for our health?” Russell replied comically, and hearing her laughing chased all the sluggishness away in him.
“Move over.” She pushed him with her arm two seats away from her, and without warning nor permission, Shannie bent sideways and rested her tired head on Russell’s lap.
He smiled. At least she was comfortable with him. He reached for his backpack and lifted Shannie’s head a few inches high.

“What?” She looked at him above with her eyebrows furrowed and lips pouted.
“I just thought you could use this to cushion your head.” He inserted his bag and she lied cozily again. Looking at her with her eyes closed and looking at peace, Russell wasn’t able to restrain himself from touching her hair, careful not to ruin her tidy pony tail.

“Hey, don’t do that, we might think you two are boyfriend – girlfriend!” Uno teased him immediately and every single one of their group mates left inside turned to them and joined what Corinne started.

“Stop it Uno.” Russell said chuckling as he leaned back on the chair, raising his hands behind his head.
“Whoooo!” I’ll report you two to the faculty so you’d be separated next sem!” Corinne threatened in mock seriousness. “Don’t you know it’s not proper to fall in love with your group mate?” she went on teasing though her eyes were twinkling and her voice fell into a dreamy trance.

The door opened and Marco popped his head outside. Christine pushed the door widely and came in. “Shannie, it’s your turn with Sir Paul,” Marco informed objectively, not aware of the humor happening inside the room.
“Oh, okay.” She straightened up a bit and collected her things before she stepped out of the room.
“Shannie and who?” Diana inquired to Marco whos was inside already and stretching his arms. “I don’t know. Sir Paul only asked for her,” he replied.

It took a moment before Shannie came back and Russell had already dozed off when she returned. Shannie touched him on the arm and shook him slightly. “Russell! Russell!, wake up.” He lifted his head and ran a hand on his face. “It’s your turn. Uno’s outside already.”

Between some lecture, checking vital signs, some naps and throwing banter at Russell and Shannie, their shift that night was coming to an end. It was a little over 5am and their clinical instructor allowed them to go home.


It was still dark but everyone was quick to change and pack their things, and next thing they knew they were heading out, groggy though still giddy, but Russell’s insides were on a protest. He could feel his heart beating wildly again and all his hidden thoughts were screaming at him. He was walking behind their pack and Shannie was about midway, but before she could go anywhere and cross the pedestrian, Russell decided it was time that he must be honest with her. “Shannie, wait!”

She looked at him and stopped at the opposite sidewalk. He reached the other end of the roan and without wasting more time, he bravely started, “I have something important to tell you.”

Shannie was unassuming and motioned that he went on. It caught her off guard and Russell ended up asking, “Can I take you home?” Shannie lived on an apartment 2km from the hospital and she was nice enough to grant his request. He tool and carried her things, pulled a tricycle over in two seconds flat, but the ride to Shannie’s dorm felt like forever for Russell and the air inside the tricycle seem to be too little, too thin that it was hard for him to catch a breath.

“Thank you for taking me home,” Shannie told him sweetly when they arrived , then extended her hand to reach for her things that he was carrying.

Russell cursed himself for holding back and acting like a sissy, so before his luck runs out, he made up his mind once more and did the one thing that would free him from all his burdens. He grabbed her hand that was reaching for her things, and after taking a deep breath, recited the words that would change his life forever.

“I know this is not the most romantic way to do this, or if this is the right time. But I have to say this before I go coma.” He sighed loudly to get the energy to continue. Shannie was too surprised to do anything but stare. Russell went on, “I like you Shannie, I do. I don’t care how proper this seems. I don’t give a damn what our group mates will say or however they’d look or if they’d squeal. I don’t care if they’d throw me into some distant other group away from ours, but I know I have to have you. I don’t know how long I could hide what I feel, or what we’d have from them, but I just want you to know that I loved you since that day, that very moment you thrust that needle on my vein a year ago. You’re the only reason why I’m still pursuing nursing. God, I just love you that much Shannie.”

For someone like Russell, saying and meaning those actual words really meant a lot. And to ride the momentum and lift the sparks a notch higher, without thinking much about it, he leaned slowly and planted a kiss on her lips.
It was soft but lingering, gentle but sincere.
And when Russell thought he had showed her how he really felt, it was time to pull away. Still holding her hand, he awaited for her reaction, her reply. His heart was palpitating like crazy and he feared he would die from arrhythmia.

Shannie was looking intently at him and as their gazes locked, he noticed that her eyes were… are those tears? Was she crying?
She was about to open her mouth when a flash of light from a car that passed halted her. Russell looked and saw the tail of a silver CRV disappear into view. It was his clinical instructor’s car, probably heading for his own home too.

When he turned back to receive his fate in Shannie’s hands, he was stunned when fat tears began to slide down her face. “I can’t Russell. I’m seeing someone.”
That came as a shocker. No news reached him that Shannie was being courted by anyone, much more, that she was already taken. “What? How come? Who?”

He was devastated and she knew it. Her tears kept on coming and it hurt her that she was really hurting him, but the least she could do was to tell him the very truth.

Her head dropped down, and in almost a whisper she revealed, “Paul…”
Russell’s eyebrows crumpled and he felt like his heart was about to burst to a million pieces with anger, his hand that held Shannie shook her.

“What?! You’re dating Sir Paul?!”
The stream of tears that overflowed from Shannie’s eyes answered his question as she grabbed her things from his hand and ran inside her place, the door making a loud bang of its own as she disappeared inside.

But nothing beat the bang that fell on Russell’s face.
Oh, and remember that thing about Russell’s nursing career and the defining moment that he was really hoping and praying for? The sign he was awaiting that’d tell him what he was supposed to be really doing in his life?

Amidst all the humiliation, rage, and wrath going up and down Russell’s spine, after Shannie slammed that door shut on him, he was left there in cold, all in his lonesome. The he silently whispered “wonder if they’d accept me in Conservatory of Music this time of the year?”

(The partner's behind the story)

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Bleeding October

Broken promises scattered dreams of you and I I'll never leave your side
You're so far away but I can feel you right here because you're within my heart
It's not too late we'll make up for this we'll try to fix this

I'll bring you back to the place where you belong
I'll try to take you from them

Many sleepless nights wondering if your alright I miss your sweetest smiles
I'll be waiting and when you come back I'll hold you too tight forever
It's not too late we'll make up for this we'll try to fix this

I'll bring you back to the place where you belong
I'll try to take you from them

And when the stars all disappear never bitter
I'm right here
And we'll never say goodbye
I'll save you for one last chance

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