To my dear Bryan

I know what you've been going through is difficult, and I can't think of anything more to do to make you feel better than to tell you that I love you and that I'm with you every step of the way.

If you can't take any more of it, then leave. Go. Do what will make you happy and what will make you enjoy life once again.

Hon, remember, kahit anong maging desisyon mo, suportahan taka. Okay?

I love you.

Dr. Amado

OR na naman kami sa Surgery kanina. Ang saya saya!!! :)

I love Surgery Clincs. Clinics only, not lecture. Great topics and enjoyable techniques to learn, coupled with a cool, humble surgeon, wouldn't you love it?

Dr. Amado is great. He's not like the other surgeons. No air of superiority. He acts like he's just one of us, only with a brilliant mind (best clerk and best intern during his days, and an assistant intern told us he was a board topnotcher...) Aside from that, it's also great witnessing that he's not just a doctor with a brilliant mind, but a doctor with an even more brilliant attitude. Whenever we're on our way to the hospital, it's just amazing how people just call him and greet him, and how he mingles with them. I'm sure Joan, Mitzi and Dimple will agree with me when I say he's simply great.

I wish I could be like him someday. No, not because of the achievements. I want nothing more than to be looked up to by other people not because I am just a doctor, but because I am a good doctor.

I got this quote from Aegis 2003 of Ateneo. It's from Gentry King. I do not know this guy and he doesn't know I exist. I was just browsing through the write-ups and his parting words caught my attention. (This explanation is for you, my dear Bryan, just in case you get any crazy ideas... hehe) I just love what he said:

People often praise you for your talents, beauty, or intellect, and it is nice to be appreciated for those: but nothing is more appreciated than when people tell you that you are a good person: there is nothing more in life that I would want to be than that.

Beautiful, isn't it?

There is nothing more in life too, that I would want to be than that.

A Blogger's Happiness

I have been blogging for more than half a year now (my original blog is a xanga), and I absolutely love it. I've been reading other blogs for quite a while before I finally decided to start my own blog. At first the idea of having my own blog was just something I wanted to try, and I didn't think I'd be blogging faithfully. Even when I had my own blog already, the idea of other people reading my bare thoughts online was something I didn't feel comfortable with.

I kept my blog to myself.

I had no readers, and no one knew about the site except for me. It also took months before I told my boyfriend about my blog, which he visited rarely too because he was busy with work.

So there I was, having a blogworld of my own, which no one knew existed.

It was only after I had a chat with my friend Joan, that I discovered she, as well as some classmates, were bloggers as well. I'm not the only dork who thinks blogging is cool! Haha. That was when I decided to come out, although I was still quite reluctant. That was the time that I finally decided to allow someone into my blogworld. And it is through something called "links" that other people also knew about the blogger in me. Di ba Joan? :)

What's great about blogging?

At first I thought blogging's cool because you get to have a page of your own (type in your name in google search and something comes up, isn't that cool?) where you can just say anything you want.

It's therapy.

But know what's the best part of blogging?

Discovering more about people you see almost everyday. Discovering what they really are inside: their thoughts, their feelings, their dreams, imaginations, creativity... just how great they are. Discovering who they really are. Appreciating them more. And having them appreciate you, empathize with you, show you that what you're thinking, feeling, and what you're going through is perfectly normal. That you are perfectly normal.

A blogger's happiness? It's finding true friends among fellow blog dorks.

Need I say more?

Thanks Redg and Joan. :)

New Home

I'm here in my new room, I now live with Dimple.

What a relief. I'm finally starting to get out of my misery.

Still unable to sleep well. My mind is still in chaos. Lots of thoughts. Lots of questions.

I'm excited about my new room though. Finally I get to decide on what to do with it. :) I don't have a room of my own at home, I share the room with my sister. And having my own room now is like a dream come true. Heehee. I'll try to save money so I can buy things that I want to decorate it. I want to make it a place that I'll look forward to seeing everyday. It'll be my paradise. :)



Here's a picture of my new room. Okay, it's just the bed. The room's pretty much empty. Can you imagine the work I have to do?

By the way, the girl in the pic is Dimple. :)

Happy Birthday Dimple!!! Thanks sa lahat. Mwah! :)

The Story of Three Kids

Kids can really get on your nerves because they're so kulit, but admit it, they're funny, cute, sweet. Also sometimes, we even get lessons from them just by watching them.

I'm not really into kids. As a matter of fact, when I was asked what kind of doctor I wanted to be, all I answered was that I can't be a pediatrician. I lack charisma (when I was hearing mass one time, a kid was in front of me. I smiled at him, he cried.), my way of speaking is too mataray, and I look too masungit. And okay, too much kakulitan is not something I find fascinating. But that doesn't mean I hate kids. I'm just not the type of person who goes "Oooh how cute..." when I see kids.

Anyway, as you all know, I'm not having the time of life right now.

Ok. I'm miserable.

I wrote this post because for this boring Sunday, kids were responsible for making me smile. They didn't do anything to make me really smile, but just listening to them and watching them was enough.

Here's why:

1. My sister told me that early in the morning while I was still asleep, she overheard Tap-Tap and Ajon (both inaanak of mine), talking while watching our made ironing our clothes.

Tap-Tap: "Sige nga Ajon, kung talagang matapang ka, hawakan mo nga yung plantsa?"

Haha. Babaw noh? I just found it really funny. I mean, isn't that amusing for you to hear a three-year-old say that?

Just last night, we watched the video tape of my sister's debut celebration. Tap-Tap saw his crush on tape (she's 21 years old). He was really kilig when he saw her.

My tatay: "Gusto mo ba talaga si Andrea?"

Tap-Tap: "Oo, papakasalan ko na yan eh."

2. Another kid made me smile while I was at my Grandma's house this afternoon. My cousin's "girlfriend" came to visit, and while waiting for him, the girl was playing with Baby and Hanna.

Girlfriend: "Hindi naman ako ang girlfriend ng kuya mo. Si Cacai mahal nun."

Baby: "Eh ikaw, sino naman ang iniisip mo gabi-gabi?"

She's 7 years old, I think.

3. My aunt was telling us the story of what happened to Bise, one kid who's under her care. Last night, Bise went home at 9pm, and they were all panicking because they thought he was lost. But anger was turned into amusement when they found out where Bise had been the whole time.

Aunt: "San kayo nanggaling?"

Bise: Sa Grandma's po (a supermarket), kasama ko po si AJ. Sumasayaw po sya dun, tapos may naghahagis po ng pera."

They collected 25 pesos by doing that, and they were able to buy fishballs.

Embarrassing, yes. But still hilarious nonetheless. Bata pa maabilidad na.

So there goes the story of three kids who made the melancholic Niña smiling. :)

La lang...

12.5 %

My weblog owns 12.5 % of me.
Does your weblog own you?


My weblog doesn't own me. I'm still good. :)

Special People

Sometimes, when things don’t turn out the way you want them to, all you need to remember is that you’ve friends who will always be there for you no matter what.

Ok that’s so cheesy. And there’s no originality in that statement at all. Not even the slightest tinge of originality.

But I don’t care. Coz it’s true.

Yeah. Just remembering that you’ve got great friends is enough to make you feel alright.

I am so lucky to have wonderful friends. Very wonderful friends.

To Nicky, Dimple, Joan Santos, Mitzi, Joan Lee, Tere, Karen, Tizza, Joyce… THANK YOU SO MUCH.

Knowing you guys were there for me, even without words spoken, was more than enough to make me feel better.

If there’s a word other than thanks that would express my gratitude to you guys any better, know that it’s what I want to say to each of you.

To my baby, thank you too. Remember hon, no matter what you’re decision will be, I’m with you. Okay? Kaya mo yan. I love you!!! :)

Since it seems like everybody’s going through some problems right now, just thought this quote from Dory of Finding Nemo would be appropriate.

“When life gets you down, you know what you gotta do? Just keep swimming.” :)

New Layout

My laptop is driving me nuts. I was planning on doing my own layout, but the Adobe Photoshop cd my boyfriend gave me turned out to be corrupted. So I asked my tatay to buy me a new one in Greenhills, and lo’ and behold, it’s also corrupted. I tried it with my old computer, and it worked. Problem is, it’s not compatible with the operating system. It needs a Windows 2000 or higher, and my old computer is a Windows 95. heehee. Old, huh? No, make that antique. :)

So I spent almost half a day working on a new layout, but I just can’t seem to put everything together. It won’t appear the way I want it.

Hay. Guess I’ll just have to put up with this present layout. I’ll just work on a new one when I finally get a functional cd of the Adobe Photoshop.

Anyways, I’ve got a toxic Monday coming up. There’s a pharmacology and parasitology exam, plus a parasitology report that I have to prepare for. I’m moving tomorrow, so there’s an additional stress brought about by adjusting to my new home.

Ok that’s enough. I’m starting to feel miserable again.

Moved on...

So this is my new home. Rawrrrr...

I'm still trying to get used to this blogspot. So bear with me. I have a very "defaulty" look. Is that even a word?

My Xanga site was a very girlie one, with poohbear background, purple text themes, starry cursor and mouse-over.

I've decided to try minimalism here.

Hehe. Not really. Ok I'm rationalizing. It's 50% minimalism and 50% ignorance.

I'll be working on a new layout once I get the Adobe Photoshop cd from my boyfriend.

Looks like I'm spending more time working on blogs than working on my grades... haha. This is not good... but not bad either. Right bloggers?

Ok I've got to go. Tomorrow is the start of a new week again. School. Hell. Parasitology exam. What a start.

Damn parasites!

Mo’ Money, Mo’ Problems

You know that song by the Notorious BIG? I think the opposite is worse. You’ve got more problems when you’ve got less money.

Sana di nalang naimbento ang pera kahit kelan.

Why? Come to think of it.
No hunger. You don’t need to pay in order to eat.
No crimes. Most crimes are about what? Need for money. To survive.
No corruption.
No social classes. We’d all be equal.

Imagine if everything were for free. Imagine yourself getting what you want. Imagine yourself fulfilling your dream without having to worry about money. Like becoming a doctor without having to worry about tuition fee averaging about 70,000 per semester, allowance, apartment, and other miscellaneous fees. All you need to succeed is motivation and perseverance, and all the other components of success. Everything, except the financial aspect.

Wouldn’t life be so much easier if there were no currency at all?

One of the things I hate most about being in med school, is telling my father the amount I have to pay for my enrollment. “68,000 po...” Madali ba sabihin yun? No. Because instead of being already employed somewhere and earning money and helping my father with expenses, here I am, studying at one of the most (if not the most) costly medical schools in the Philippines.

I enrolled at St. Luke’s because I was after the 1-year scholarship. My only concern then was to be able to just enter med school. Makapasok lang, ok na. Before I graduated from college, there was really no chance of me pursuing medicine anymore. We couldn’t afford it. But I found out about the scholarship offered by St. Luke’s to students who graduated with honors. It was my only hope.

So I worked hard for my grades. I made it. To many people, it signified recognition, excelling in class. To me it wasn’t that. It meant more. It meant that I could pursue my dream after all. Now I’m on my 2nd year, without a scholarship anymore. Thankfully, I’m still here because of many people helping me and my father. But it hurts a lot now, that while my classmates are focused on studying and passing exams, I’m thinking of whether I’ll still be able to enroll next semester. Grades are problems too, but I’d really appreciate it if I were only worrying about grades, instead of money + grades.

Yes, it hurts. Anything that would hinder you from fulfilling your dreams would hurt, right? Dreams, not just some materialistic craving.

I’m sorry about this post. Just letting all my frustrations out.

i blog and i don't care what you think

Hi! I'm Niña Sulit, I am a second year medical student at St.Luke's College of Medicine. I've been reading blogs for quite a while now, but only had the motivation to start my own blog last March, well because I'm not a writer, and I usually write only for sometime before I start getting lazy updating and finally stopping to write. :) But well, since this is a space where I can say whatever I want, and I like blogging because it's a form of therapy for me, I've been kinda good, updating every now and then. I signed up for this new blog because Xanga is getting on my nerves, and because my friends can't leave me comments unless they're also with Xanga, which sucks big time, right?

I am not a writer, I've never been good at writing, and I've never been in love with writing until I started my own blog. Well more often than not I write a lot about nonsense stuff, but now I'm out, I've told my friends about my blog which I've kept to myself for quite sometime. Why? Because I was shy about the way I write, and what I write. And I used to worry too much about what they had to say.

But now, guess what? This is my blog and I will write about what I want to write, not what I think other people would want to read about. So if you find my entries nonsense and all crap, I'm more than willing to tell you that I... don't... care... :)

blog a new! Huzzah!

so iv decided to sign up for blogger. i think i like this better than xanga... let's see..