Mental Notes

I have this headache from all the stress of moving out of my parents house. I know everyone in this household already knows.  I'm moving out of my parents' home. They know that I'm moving my stuff and my daughter's piece by piece. I don't know the reason why I have to sneak out our things and switching off the CCTV camera controls in their bedroom before I try to load my getaway car - a hired cab - because I don't think there is no point at all.  However, I hate confrontation.  That is why, I have to move out our belongings when they're not around. Awhile ago, I had the false memo that everyone left already.  When I got out of my room to load the taxi that has arrived already in front of the house, I saw my brother going down the stairs.  I asked my nanny to see what my brother is doing and give me a go-signal if I'm good to go.  She ran up the stairs that my brother was in the kitchen eating his brunch.  So I took off with my heavy bags and ra...

I started to commute again using our national ride, the ever-reliable and ever-affordable Jeepney.  The last time I rode this was more than 10 years ago when I was still in college in UST.  And when you're commuting, your sun exposure is at its fullest.  And you know what they say about skin aging.  Uncontrolled sun rays are one of the major causes along with cigarette smoking or alcohol drinking. I'm way past the calendar days and in order to raise my market value (well, I'm not really up for sale, but still...), I'm trying to keep my skin cells turgid and not dried up.  I take up lotion like it's drinking water.  I have to be vigilant when it comes to saving my youth. It is actually vanity that make me do it.  I want to be healthy-looking rather than haggard.  Salute to all women who can pull it off.  Making "looking good" seems so easy when they're really not.

Almost everyone has problems.  It's magnitude is relative to the person dealing with it. Others might say that the problems of another are trivial in comparison to theirs.  "Ours" is always greater when it comes to "theirs".  I think it's the reason why we address our own first before those of other people.  Most of the time, we don't bother addressing other people's problems out of politeness or probably, indifference.   When we are not affected, it's best not to deal with it.   Today, I encountered a young lady who spoke weirdly when she approached me.  I found out afterwards that she drank a corrosive (namely, muriatic acid) in an attempt to commit suicide.  I didn't find out what the reason was and maybe, I won't be too nosy to ask.   I was being judgmental when I said it must be because of a boy.  It usually is.   I shouldn't have thought that way because there are other source of desperation and depression ...

A fellow resident doctor was asked to attend a seminar a few days ago.  It was only now that he told me that it was a Mass Casualty preparation.   He stated that before the seminar started, the consultant was citing a study done by the Japanese which revealed that once the Marikina Valley Fault Line takes effect, the whole of Manila will be destructed.  The region will be divided into four, all bridges, roads and airports will be destroyed and no one will be able to flee outside of Manila.  Infrastructures including homes and buildings will topple down.  The day after the Big One, at around 40,000 casualties will appear and maybe more.  All forms of communication will become nonexistent.  Everything is in chaos.   They didn't state when.   They only studied the effect of the fault line once this is disturbed.  We will never know when.  We just have to be ready for it.  Everyday.

Despite everything else, I feel secure enough that via will grow up with a sense of propriety even if she won't turn out to be the most successful. She just did her business in the toilet without any mess. I'm so proud of you anak.

Yesterday was almost doomsday for both of us.  I was caught cheating the second time with the same person.  I don't know why I keep doing it.  I'm not really like this.  I'm actually too old to fool around.  Besides, I'm appalled by my own actions thinking I'm the girl in the relationship.  I comply with our double standards.  If I was a guy, my ego would be elated thinking I could have more than one.  But since I'm the woman in this relationship, it just makes me a bit of a slut.  Although it hasn't come to THAT, my husband is thinking of the worst.  I love my husband although we are not married yet.  Maybe that's just it.  That's the thing that is missing.  I need to seal the deal already.  But in my heart, I know what will seal the deal.  It would be finally living together which we can't at the moment.   I love my husband.  And I cannot think of anything that would bring back his trust. ...

I am not the right person to work for peace processes. At work today, I was asking my batchmates, Dr.Alvin and Dr.Manny, to talk to the incoming chief about the discrepancies in our schedule of duties.  It's Christmas season and I was lucky enough that I got the Christmas-In deck and luckier to get the 24th of December off.  Unfortunately, luck ran out when the senior who was assigned to create the schedule wasn't smart enough to consider about the previous and official arrangements. And so, I asked the most diplomatic people around (that would be Manny and Alvin) to talk to her, the incoming!  And Alvin told me to do it myself.  Duh!  I'm too mad to do the begging.  And he said that I was right: I'm not diplomatic enough.  He said that being a columnist would suit me more instead.  Because with all my opinions and stands and issues in life (well, when it comes to the current workplace), I have a lot of them that it's hard to contain. But of...

It's been months since my last blog. This year is coming to a close and so much has happened already. My darling daughter has already turned two recently and I could not be more happier knowing that she's as healthy as a horse.  I'm looking forward to the days when I'm going to toughen her up (instead of fattening her up).  She definitely keeps me up on my feet and stand at attention at all times.  She seems like she's going to hurt herself sometimes which worries me so.  There's so much energy in my little sweetheart that it's so hard to contain her.  Luckily, her nanny a.k.a. her stepmom can actually handle her very easily. Work is relatively easy but I have to catch up on my reading ASAP.  As always, it's hard to start somewhere and sustain my reading momentum when it comes to reading academic books.  Oh, I forgot to say that I've been the chief complaint of a lot of people at work these days.  I have always been having trouble with...