Showing posts from July, 2014


I have never underestimated the power of a smiling face.  
On my way home from work, my driver (Kuya Sergio) stopped at a red light at the intersection of EDSA and East Avenue in Diliman.  Pedestrians were scrambling about trying to hurry in crossing the street.  They were in groups.  And then a few seconds before THEIR green light turns red, there was a man who was jogging his way across the street with a genuine smile on his face.  I was quite certain that he wasn't smiling because he is beating the red light for pedestrians.
Oh happy thoughts!   I don't know what was the reason behind his smile and I will probably never know.  However, I'm sure that it came from deep within.  That kind of smile is out of true happiness.  It wasn't even a big smile of satisfaction nor excitement.  It was subtle however, it was contagious.  He would never know that someone who saw him smile made that someone smile (That was me, of course.  I couldn't say for the others who saw him…


I don’t understand it but this entry is yet again about a good night’s sleep.However, this time I don’t need to step on anyone to get one.
Tonight, it was an all-guy’s night (except for me).And so when all the other non-duty people are out drinking in a nearby place (namely Trellis), the other guys I’m on duty with are going to go out and follow.
I just had to say yes.When the machines are down in this department, there is nothing else to do for the senior-on-call.There is no point in holding my guy friend from having his fun out with the other guys.
It turned out I’m the lucky senior who will get a call from Surgery that they had a portable and asked if I could come up the ward to do the thing we do.
And so, after a few hours, the guys went back finding out that I actually did something while they were having fun.
It must have been remorse on their part that made them promise that they won’t bother me for the rest of the duty night.And it was just ten in the evening.I’ve got a good …


When there are two people vying for the same bed for a good night’s sleep, there would be some kind of awkwardness.There are lots of sleeping areas here in the department but only one bed that has that more-than-acceptable mattress.And the senior gets that bed.
Tonight, I’m the female senior on-duty.My fellow senior is a guy and so he gets to sleep on the carpeted floor – inhaling everything including the spores from that carpet.Poor guy.
It’s an unspoken rule since I started in this workplace and that was three years ago, that the senior gets to sleep in this (I’m on it already) bed.But beforehand, I had to suggestively ask the female junior where she was planning to sleep.I offered that she could sleep on the bed above me (it was a double-decker).However, she said she’d sleep on the wooden bench, instead.
Oh I’m sure she was wishing I wasn’t on duty with her.
I partly felt bad that she has to give up this (for which she has been sitting since the whole afternoon).So I offered anot…

Hot Chocolate

I am so sleepy and so tired right at this very moment.  I just pulled the blogger window in order to babble and take out my thoughts in order not to knock myself off my chair.  Everything seems heavy.  My shoulders, my upper eyelids... you name it, we got it almost ready to lie down.

I boiled drinking water in the teapot and I  didn't wait for it to whistle away.  I just want my Swiss Miss dissolved and ready to drink.  It seems it's the only thing that uplifts my spirit and my whole being up.

When I'm this tired, I'm beginning to be resentful.  I'm resenting people who doesn't have to stay up late at night to work.  Thank goodness for hot chocolate.  I don't have to be so resentful for so long.  Every sip slowly wakes me up  more and more.  It's so unlike coffee.  Maybe coffee has lost its affect on me.  I'm no longer a coffee slave.  For a few minutes, chocolate is the most desirable.