Monday, June 28, 2010

What is your soul type?



In psychic Ainslie McLeod's new book, The Instruction, she tells us that we have a central soul type which describes the core of who we really are and what we are intended to do. 

With all the personality tests, showing up on social networks in the internet, I guess it will also be nice to know our soul type.  Why do we behave in a certain way?  Why are we driven to  do certain things?  Why do we deal with people in a certain manner?  All these are defined by our soul type. 

You are less than ten minutes away from knowing your soul type.  McLeod shares to us a quiz to know this. 

Click this link and get to know yourself deeper as you know the answer to the question, "What soul type are you?"







Sunday, June 27, 2010

When humans and animals co-exist peacefully and merrily

I find this video of a collie playing with a toddler, trying to entertain the human - and also entertaining himself in the process - really cute and hilarious that I immediately wanted to post it on this blog.

Two things I thought about when I first saw the video:


1.  Probably,  the babysitter was late.  When she finally arrives, she'll realize she'd have to make a run for her money.

2.  Humans and animals can co-exist peacefully and merrily - and really merrily at that.



Tuesday, June 15, 2010

The roof is falling!




If indeed the roof is falling, my nephew Leonard gets himself ready and has already found a place to hide.




Wednesday, June 9, 2010

The effect of global warming

Now that he is in town, Al Gore should see this picture of my dog, Cody.  This will definitely give him a lot more to talk about.





That's Cody sleeping soundly while hugging a pack of ice, while we were on our way to Butuan City from Surigao City. 


He was jittery before this, and I thought he wanted to pee or something so I asked the driver to pull over for a while.  Unfortunately, Cody didn't pee a drop. 


I thought of buying some ice for him and voila! - since this pack of ice is a long one, he literally sprawled on top of it while licking the part of the ice near his face.  A few minutes after that, he was off to dreamland.

Friday, June 4, 2010

My name is William Cody


My name is William Cody.  I am a Shih Tzu and I was born last Februrary 28, 2010.  I was adopted by my mom a week short before I turned three months old.  Our first adventure together was travelling to her great grandparents' hometown to attend the 8th ABLA Grand Reunion.  My mom made me experience how it was to travel by sea, land, and air.  It was a bit stressful but overall, I enjoyed the experience, specially of meeting my new family, and spending time with them at the beach and at home.





With Ate Ella, my mom's niece.





Tired from my overnight boatride from Cebu City to Surigao City then an hour road trip to Malimono, Surigao del Norte





After my short power nap, I joined my mom in the ABLA Walkathon. 





Perked up from my drowy state by Kuya Coy-Coy.





With Ate Johnsie, my mom's cousin who's more like a second younger sister to her.





With Tita Johnsie, while mom was busy taking part in the medical mission.





With Tito Bem.





With Tita Johnsie, Tita Christy Ann, Ate Nicole, and Tita Leda











With Kuya Yoc-Yoc, during our stop over at Surigao City on the way to Butuan City.




Wednesday, June 2, 2010

An open letter to Noynoy


HINDSIGHT by F. Sionil Jose
Philippine Star



 
Dear Noynoy,



You are now swamped with suggestions and advice, but just the same, I hope you’ll have time to read what this octogenarian has to say.



You were not my choice in the last election but since our people have spoken, we must now support you and pray that you prevail. But first, I must remind you of the stern reality that your drumbeaters ignore: you have no noble legacy from your forbears. It is now your arduous job to create one yourself in the six years that you will be the single most powerful Filipino. Six years is too short a time — the experience in our part of the world is that it takes at least one generation — 25 years — for a sick nation to recover and prosper. But you can begin that happy process of healing.



Bear in mind that the past weighs heavily on all of us because of the many contradictions in it that we have not resolved, whose resolutions would strengthen us as a nation. This past is now your burden, too. Let us start with the fact that your grandfather collaborated with the Japanese. Your father was deeply aware of this, its stigma, its possibilities. He did not leave any legacy because he did not become president. He was a brilliant and courageous politician. He was an enterprising journalist; he had friends in journalism who can attest to his effulgent vision, who did not profit from his friendship, among them Nestor Mata, Gregorio Brillantes — you may consult them. I cannot say I did not profit — he bought many books from my shop and when he was in Marcos’s prison, your mother brought books from my shop to him.



Forgive me for giving you this unsolicited advice. First, beware of hubris; you are surrounded by panderers who will tell you what is nice to hear. You need to be humble always and heed your conscience. When Caesar was paraded in ancient Rome before the cheering multitudes, there was always a man chanting behind him: “Remember, you are mortal.”



I say to you, remember, the poor — some of them in your own hacienda — will be your ultimate judge.



From your comfortable and privileged cocoon, you know so little of our country and people. Seek the help of the best — and the best do not normally want to work in government and neither will they approach you. You have to seek them.



Be the revolutionary your father wanted to be and don’t be scared or wary of the word “revolution.” It need not be always bloody. EDSA I was not. Your father wanted to destroy the most formidable obstacle to our progress — the Oligarchy to which you and your family belong. To succeed, you have to betray your class. If you cannot smash the oligarchy, at least strive to have their wealth develop this country, that they bring back the billions they stashed abroad. You cannot do this in six years, but you can begin.



Prosecute the crooks. It is difficult, thankless and even dangerous to do this. Your mother did not do it — she did not jail Imelda who was the partner in that conjugal dictatorship that plundered this nation. Watch her children — they were much too young to have participated in that looting but they are heirs to the billions which their parents stashed abroad. Now the Marcoses are on the high road to power, gloating, snickering at our credulity and despicable amnesia.



You know the biggest crooks in and out of government, those powerful smugglers, thieves, tax cheats — all you really need is guts to clobber them. Your father had lots of it — I hope he passed on to you most of it.



And most of all, now that you have the muscle to do it, go after your father’s killers. Blood and duty compel you to do so. Cory was only his wife — you are the anointed and only son. Your regime will be measured by how you resolve this most blatant crime that robbed us of a true leader.



And, finally, your mother. We loved her — she united us in ousting an abominable dictator. But she, too, did not leave a shining legacy for her presidency was a disaster. She announced a revolutionary government but did nothing revolutionary. She promised land reform but did not do it. And most grievous of all — she transformed the EDSA I revolution into a restoration of the oligarchy.



She became president only because her husband was murdered and you became president elect only because your mother died. Still, you are your father’s son and may you now — for the good of this country and people — scale the heights he and your mother never reached.



I am 85 and how I despair over how three generations of our leaders failed! Before I go, please let me see this unhappy country begin to be a much better place than the garbage dump our leaders and people have made it. You can be this long awaited messiah but only if you are brave enough and wise enough to redeem your father’s aborted promise.



Hopefully yours,


F. Sionil Jose  


Living on a backpack

Image from this site.



Like most of my fellow residents in the hospital where I work in, I am living in a backpack.


We say this in jest - that we bring our houses along with us, like turtles do, each time we cross the seas separating the islands of Bohol and Cebu - but there is actually a truth in it.  In fact, we cross the islands every two days, and you could only imagine how the routine of crossing the islands has become an innate part of our system, not to mention the urgent need to bring our turtlehouses along with us.


You would think that my bag would be as light as a feather considering the two days that I spend at work.  Unfortunately for me, it isn't.  Ever since my university days in college, I was already a heavy traveller then especially during semestral breaks when I go home to Mindanao.  Being a light traveller has always been a challenge for me. Even more so now, that my backpack is practically my house-on-the-go, and I just need to have some things in it, things which I do not necessarily use on  a frequent basis but I got to have them in my bag, because I know those will come in handy anytime and when that anytime comes, and I don't have what I need, my obsessive-compulsive self goes berserk.


Of course, those some things share a space with the necessary stuff I need to have in my bag, or else all hell would break lose.


I will allow you to take a peek and get an idea of the Top Ten Things you will find almost always in my house-on-the go:


1.  Max, my HP Mini.  Who can live without a computer these days.  I guess not me.  There are duty days though when I don't use my HP Mini (since at times, duty hours are way busy) but I just got to have Max in my bag in case I need to surf on the web, write e-mails, play computer games, and write raw drafts for this blog.


2.  Power source for Max, two different phone chargers, and my Ipod charger. You would find these in a separate compartment in my backpack.  The price we have to pay for technology is to bring wires almost everytime to almost everywhere we go.


3.  My Starbucks Planner, my notebook for my medical notes, my Medicine Blue book, and sometimes a bundle of receipts of my purchases which I try to record on a daily basis.


4.  The book I am trying to read at the moment.  As of this time, this would be Abraham Vergese's Cutting for Stone.  As if the things listed in No. 3 aren't already too much to read.


5.  A scrub suit, a casual top/s,  handkerchiefs,  and undergarments.  Actually a lot of undergarments in case an operation or a scene at the ER becomes messy.


6.  Single serving packs of Milo, 3-in-1 Nescafe Coffee, a pillbox which contains vitamins, a pack of antacids and a bottle of over-the-counter pain relievers.  Occasionally you will find an apple, or a pack of corn chips.


7.  Sunglasses.  I always make it a point to wear one each time I expose myself to the sun.  As musch as possible I don't want to have those lines that surround the eyes. Me don't want crow's feet, you know.


8.  Body lotion, facial night cream, petroleum jelly, my self-concocted anti-pimple/facial cleansing solution, a small bottle of VS cologne.


9.  My Kikay Bag with all the toiletries and beauty tips I need.


10.  A mini-tape measure for measuring tasks I need to do while examining the patient and A teeny-weeny stamp pad with my name on it.


What's in your bag?  I realized that all of us are actually living in a bag but I feel that mine is just a little special in the sense that it crosses the sea every two days.   In a way,  my backpack is a bit overworked.  


We are all living in a bag, whether it's a pouch, a small-sized backpack, a shoulder bag, or simply a sling bag - which reminds me of the one I have which I have been using for some time now. It crosses the sea with me every two days too.  Wanna know what's inside it?  Well, that would be another story and would take an entirely different entry.    



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