Then we went to hear mass because it was the feast of the Immaculate Conception. Then decided to go to Gateway after with Nicky, Mitzi, Helen and Dimple. We celebrated in advance my 23rd birthday at Burgoo. Grabe sarap! Yummy yum yum. We were given a free set of chicken wings appetizer. I ordered Taco Mexicano pizza, Grilled Chicken Americana, Cheesy Beef Macaroni and Shrimp and Ribs Platter. I ate a lot!!! Loved the food! :) We were really full. Then later the servers approached our table and sang a birthday song to me and gave me vanilla ice cream with a little pink candle. Haha. I'm gonna miss times like this when we're already clerks. :(Peace and quiet at last.
Is it just me or do people really just have those times when you just feel down for no apparent reason at all? I mean, you don’t have any real big problem, everything’s going well, and yet, you’re not happy? In fact, you’re close to feeling miserable. And this morning I went to my room and punched my pillow about a dozen times trying to push all that bad energy out of my system.
Well it didn’t work.I’m still here with that what-the-hell-is-wrong-with-me feeling.You feel like something’s not right. Something’s missing. You feel empty. Just…. empty.
Please tell me that I’m normal.
Since I’ve started writing this entry, might as well say some more things.
I’m planning to consult a cardiologist this Monday. Nicky has already agreed to accompany me. I think I might be having a mitral valve prolapse. I hope I’m wrong. Bleh. I don’t know. Nicky’s right. “Ito mahirap sa may alam.” You get paranoid. And you get scared of going to the doc.
I’d like to post here the history of my present illness, but I’m afraid people would notice how ineptly I write histories. Hehe. And besides, I can’t even remember when the dyspnea actually started.
Medschool’s also making me dyspneic. And tachycardic. One word: Deadlines.
My PMS (Prev Med Syndrome) is coming back.
I never thought losing a pet would hurt almost like losing a relative. Now I understand why shows like Rescue 911 fussed so much about pets that were in trouble.
Last Friday at 2am my puppy Piper passed away due to a corona virus infection. For nights I cried because I was so worried about her. I couldn’t help but think about the worst, knowing she was still too young and her immune system is still immature. I didn’t want to lose her. Just the thought of not seeing her again was enough to drive me to tears.
I watched that Monday afternoon as my father drove away from the house I was staying at, with Piper looking out the window. I didn’t think that was the last time I was going to see her alive.
The whole week my mind was filled with thoughts of Piper, wishing and praying hard that she recover. For three days Piper stayed at the vet clinic, with my father and the vet doing everything they can to save Piper. Piper was a strong puppy. Although very sick, she still showed signs of recovery the first few days. And then a few hours later, lay weak again. Then the next day, show again some improvement. She was fighting the illness.
But the virus was too much for Piper’s fragile body. At 2am on Friday, she went into cardiac arrest and passed away.
Nothing could describe how I felt when my father told me the news that Friday morning. I had difficulty breathing through my tears, as I talked to him on the phone, telling me how Piper was crying in pain when he left her at the clinic.
I was so devastated. I didn’t attend any of my classes any more that day, because I knew I wouldn’t stop crying. The entire ride from Quezon City to our home I was crying. She was still too young. She didn’t even make it to her 4th month birthday.
I took care of her the best way I could. I treated her like my own baby. That’s why it hurts so much to watch your puppy suffer, and not even know how to help her because you can’t ask her what’s wrong.
I cried the entire day. The house just wasn’t the same. Piper was gone. We won’t be seeing her anymore lying on the floor sleeping, looking like a rag because of her fur. We won’t be seeing her anymore shooting from across the room when we called her name. I’m going to miss the times we look for her when she’s out of sight, only to find her hiding underneath the china cabinet or the sofa, and how we had to drag her out because she wanted to stay in that corner. I’m going to miss the way she would lay on the floor on her side, and raise her hindleg up when we came near so we could rub her belly. I’m going to miss the times that she would collect every slipper in sight and put them on a pile on my beanbag. I’m going to miss the way she jumped everytime she sees her food bowl, or the way she watched me while I ate, licking her nose and being green with envy.
I used to hate it when I had to clean her crate every night before we sleep, when I had to follow her around when she starts sniffing so I can catch her poop with a newspaper, when I had to mop the floor when she peed, or when I had to wake up early so I can feed her. But I now miss all of them. Especially the way she waited for me to wake up every morning, and get really excited and start jumping around when I finally call her name and I get out of bed.
I remember the first time I got back to the city because I had classes the next day. I brought her with me to stay, because I was alone at that time. I was cleaning my room, and she just lay there waiting for me patiently to finish so she could have my full attention. She was also the one who looked at me with eyes full of concern when I was crying. I was pouring my heart out to her, and she looked at me, tilting her head. I knew she couldn’t understand any word I was saying, but the look on her face was enough to make me feel better because she knew what I was feeling.
I am feeling a little better right now. But I still cry whenever I see her little spot in my room where she used to sleep every night.Then I remember everything about her and I start crying all over again.
Perhaps some people would probably think that crying this way over a dog is real silly. But what they don’t understand is how much Piper has brought so much joy to my family. It’s so difficult to lose someone who used to be there, always happy just to see you.
Love transcends species. When you love someone, it’s difficult to let go. It doesn’t matter if you’re dealing with an animal or a human. It’s still love that you give freely to another being.
They won!!!! Yahoooo!!!!!!!!!!! I really really wanted them to win. That finale was the best I've seen so far. They had zero $ at the start of the final leg, they almost didn't make it to the first flight to Flordia, and they almost couldn't pay the cab driver who took them to the final destination. But they won the million dollars. Really. Wow.
And I'm so happy Ron and Amber lost! I think a lot of people are happy that the "Romber" lost. After what they did to the other teams (e.g. stealing Debbie and Bianca's cab, talking security guards into not giving the other teams information (I mean, guards are also there to help right?), calling some of the teams stupid, etc etc), they deserved that. Haha! And there was this scene where they were having a meal together, and Rob asked the two other teams "Who among you wants to be second?", because he thought they were going to win. And they came in second! HAHAHA! What a slap to their faces!
Debbie and Bianca were right when they told Rob, "This isn't survivor." :) I know they don't care about the money that much now because they have the million dollars from Survivor, but I can just imagine their frustration over losing to a team they called stupid. I mean, bottomline? They. still. lost. :)
I can't wait for Amazing Race 8!
The class was scheduled to begin at 10am. But at 9:30, Tap-Tap was already dressed, carrying his backpack, and begging us to go bring him to school already. Thirty minutes from the schedule is way too early for him because the school is only a minute walk from his house. If not for the wall that’s going to be built around the school, Tap-Tap can make it to his school in less than 5 seconds. Hehe. The school is right at the back of their house, because the territory used to be my grandmother’s.
It was cute chaos. The kids were inside the classroom minding their own business (either eating, walking around, playing with their crayons, shouting) while the teacher (I think her name was Anna) was sweating like a pig, trying to call their attention, at the same time, comforting those kids who started crying. Haha. Kudos to the teachers for their patience. Jeez. 30 kids aged 2-4? And of course, what was even cuter was seeing the parents outside the classroom, watching their kids through the windows, and smiling at every move their child makes.
The kids were like dominoes. One move and everyone else follows. One opened his snack, and the others followed. One stood up and the others stood up as well and walked around. Tap-Tap went to the faucet at the back of his classroom and washed his hand, and another kid followed him. Haha. The teacher went to him and told him to sit down and stop playing with the water. So I guess that was sort of his first scolding.
Adie from playing with the faucet, he behaved well because he wasn't crying like the other kids, or going in and out of the classroom. But nearly an hour since the class started, he started complaining because it was too hot inside the classroom. So we had to let him change his clothes, or else he would just walk out and throw a tantrum.
A few minutes later, the teacher was finally able to start an activity. The children were given a piece of paper each and were instructed to trace the lines to form a box, and color the box. The kids took out their crayons from their bags and did their thing, still noisily. When Tap-Tap was done, he excitedly ran towards the teacher and submitted his paper.
And finally, after two hours, and much to Tap-Tap’s relief (he was really complaining about the heat), the children were sent home. Tap-Tap looked like he attended a whole day of school, but he said he liked it, and he’s going back tomorrow. I’m sure tomorrow will be a lot more fun for the children.
Today, Mitzi, Dimple, Avie, Joan (together with Jojo) and I joined the members of the Rotary Club of Plaridel in their “Libreng Tule” program. Mitzi’s father, who’s a doctor, is a member of the club, and last year Mitzi told me about the Libreng Tule where her dad brought her with him so she could watch and assisst a little. So she asked me if I wanted to join the next time, and I said yes because it would be a good learning experience. I haven’t attended any med missions yet, so this was my first time, and I’d say I was pretty excited.
We all had the chance to do the cutting, suturing and knot-tying part. I was lucky, because the boy I had to circumsize wasn’t a scaredy cat, and he was only 9, while his brother who was older than him backed out upon hearing the other boys crying. However, I didn’t dare do the injection of the anesthesia, which by the way, Mitzi has mastered at the end of the program. It was also a good thing that the boy’s penis didn’t bleed that much after I cut the skin, unlike those most boys'. So there, I went to see if I’d be able to do correctly those things taught in Surgery Clinics. Man, my hands are not pasmado, but when I was trying to reach the end of the thread with the forceps during the knot-tying, my hands were shaking. All of our hands were shaking during our turns, except for Avie. Haha. Good thing we didn’t do anything catastrophic to the boys’ penises, and we were pretty much able to do it correctly.
So after that, we stayed at Mitzi’s house, chatting and laughing, taking pictures, and watching Mitzi’s Lhasa Apso pup Princess, who was under the influence of Ecstasy. Hehe!
I also drove Dimple home, and I had the chance to see the shih-tzu pups! They were so cuuuuuttteee!!! I got to choose my pup too. Really really cuuuute! Can’t wait till I take her home with me! I'm gonna name her Dizzy. Because when we were watching the pups, my pup hit her head on a plank and then she fell on her back. Hehe. It looked really cute. They looked like a bunch of bouncing furballs.
So we had to marinate the chicken for an hour, and at 2pm, I started grilling the chickens. Yes, tirik na tirik ang araw nag-iihaw ako. Haha. I ate only a little during lunch, because I wanted to feast on the Chicken Inasal. It was delicious. With garlic rice, wow. Perfect match. Woohooo! I'm so happy I can have Inasal now whenever I want. I'm willing to go through the whole process of marinating and grilling just for that chicken. Love it love it love it.Gawd.
to go back there. It's so peaceful...
I watched I am David on DVD. I Loved loved loved it!!!! It's now one of my favorite movies. It somehow reminded me of The Alchemist...
And then Dimple, Nicky and I ate at Chili's for lunch. We were supposed to go with the whole class and celebrate the birthdays of two of our classmates, but since all three of us needed to get home to our respective provinces early, we just had our own lunch. Bleh. I didn't like what I ordered. It was Margarita Grilled Chicken. The chicken was okay, but the whole thing was surrounded with black beans that tasted really eww. I wasn't even able to eat the rice because it was also soaked in the black bean's sour sauce. Hay. I should've gone for the Monterey Chicken. And it's pretty expensive too. But the servings are bigger than CIBO's. I just ordered the wrong food.Then this afternoon, I got news from my college classmate Eyie that Kim's dad died last Tuesday. So I went to Me-anne's house and we went to the wake and talked to Kim's mom because he went home because he hasn't slept for 2 days straight. May his dad's soul rest in peace..
During the night before the final compre, Dimple and I had fun with pictures. Hehe. Here we are with our hair put up in ponytails- the style that was really popular back then when we were still kids, you know, on the side. Haha. Ayus sa trip...
