Goodbye?

This is where I'm headed... AGAIN.. :)

I just wish STEL was with me.. *Sigh*

We finally got together with a bunch of friends who are now residents (READ : slaves) at PGH... after almost a year. The last time I saw these people was at Ging's wedding back in November.

It took the thought that one of our friends, H was leaving for work somewhere in Asia. Hence, the impromptu "minireunion."

It's too bad that some important people didn't make it :( Some were either busy with personal woes, or just on duty.

H is one of our (Stel and I) dearest friends in medschool. He's my duty-buddy in Bora, during all three stints there. We've been through the best, and the worst together. We've seen each other during the worst times too... Without sleep.. Bangenge..

Who could forget our month long stay there?
10days off...
5 glorious bonding days (and nights) with Vivid and Earl (and Mark, and Gerri, and everyone else).
Birthday surprise...
Enough said.

We just didn't have any pictures (evidences?) to show... especially of that last night.

MAN, there's no place like Bora (and Juice, and Bombom, and Summerplace, pati na Binalot)! It just wouldn't be the same without the "drunken master." (diba Vid?)

November ka na umalis please? Sama ka muna for Octoberfest :)

It's calling me back... And I'm becoming hooked again...

I'm contributing a p100/day to the Tantoco empire once again. *Sigh*

Why can't it just leave me alone?

Off-Peak

Oo nga pala... I've got a few pictures of my stay in Boracay.

Coz 5 days out of the whole month, my friends from highschool came for a visit. *Sigh.*

And the strange thing is... it rained nonstop for 4 days. That never ever happened, the whole 20days I was there before they came. Weird.

We still had loads of fun though. And it was one of the best vacations yet.

Too bad only Ling and Sherylou made it. Lui (Sherylou's brother) and his friends benefitted tremendously. Love those guys as well.. :)

Too bad the other one got scared of THE habagat, the other one was super swamped with work, the other one had a change of priorities...

Our better (worse?) halves were both under work arrest too...

So it was only the trio in Bora... and Lui's friends. Too bad YOU missed it.

**More pictures on My MULTIPLY**

Oh well, my NEW friends in Bora still have no evidence to blackmail me with... Hehehe...

I'm coming back for Oktoberfest. Humanda kayo!! :)

Accessories...

Haay... I've always loved accessories. Necklaces, bracelets, bangles, earrings... you name it. My mom and my sister benefit from everything I acquire (buy). Thing is, I have a really hard time letting go and selling them off... Unlike all the clothes and shoes I have.

It doesn't really help that right now accessories are just one click of a mouse away...

And that more and more people seem to sell online.

I never buy mass produced accessories. I don't buy just any other necklace and bracelet you find in Greenhills, or in stores...

I get my stuff online. And that's much more deadly...

Flatterbuy...
Soeur Accessories...
Urbain...
Galore...

Among others. Pahamak kayo!!! =)

Why???

Why can't I view my own damn blog in my own computer???

Argh... I can open other blogs from blogspot... BUT not my own site. What in the world is wrong???

Kainis!!

Cry...

Some people say that crying is a sign of weakness.

But some things happen in our lives when all we need is a good cry. It takes away all the hurt, and the pain, and the grief.

I used to cry a lot when I was much younger. I'd stay in a corner and silently shed those tears to sleep. I wasn't much of a fighter when I was a kid. I wouldn't really say I was a wimp either. I was one of those people who simply wanted to make everyone happy.

High school and college toughened me. I simply stopped crying. No matter how hard things were in my life, I refused to shed a tear. I just kept it all in. I'd write long entries in a journal I had back then to voice out all my angst. BUT no one ever saw me cry. NOT even my closest friends. NOT even my family.

THEN I went to medical school. When the challenges we had to face were FAR greater than anything in our young lives. When residents and consultants would eat us alive. When patients and bantays would exasperate us to our limits. When the workload simply sucked the energy and life out of us. When the pressure was just TOO much. I still didn't cry then. I'd say a prayer, and face the world with a smile.

BUT then something happened. I fell in love.

That's when I allowed myself to FEEL once again. I became emotional. I'd cry over some silly fight. I'd cry over a frustrating patient. I'd cry when I no longer knew what to do. I'd cry over problems in my life. I'd cry during the boards.

I only allow myself to shed a tear in front of one particular person in my life. AND he hates it when I do.

Coz now that I'm much older, I'll never be that vulnerable enough to wear my heart on my sleeve... And show the world how I truly feel.

I'm sorry if I have to do cry once in a while. There are times when all I need is a hug and a pat in the back. And a good cry.

H-O-M-E!!

I just got back last weekend from Boracay..

And despite the fact that I don't have a single picture to document my long stay there, and ALL the fun we had, I'd say that the friends we made along the way is worth more than a thousand pictures :P

I'm currently stuck at home, SICK, with fever and a sore throat. BUT I'll get well..

Here's to more LAST NIGHTS, and 6peso coffees!!

(More posts when I'm feeling better)