La Dolce Vita

Inasmuch as I wouldn’t want to admit it, I am a fan of Pinoy soaps. In fact, I secretly follow a number of late-night Kapamilya TV series. If my schedule permits, my daily routine would usually start before TV Patrol (which is seldom the case). Nevertheless, there’s never a single day that I wouldn’t tune in to the tv set to watch - or at times listen to - the daily primetime shows. I am a true-blooded Kapamilya. I don’t switch our tv set to the rival network for two reasons: 1) (most of) their talentless talents who only look good in gowns and tuxedos; and 2) their horrible sounds. It’s never a problem at home since we all watch ABS-CBN, but it can be a struggle when my aunt is around when I’d sometimes catch our TV set showing an unfamiliar setting with equally nameless faces attempting to act.

It’s one of my frustrations actually. Acting that is. I abhorred my younger self for being timid now that I am old and thick-faced. I find children who can sing, dance and act at a snap of a finger very amusing. Theirs is an untarnished self-confidence and the carefree attitude that I didn’t have as a very young child. I remember that time back when I was 4 years old when I stood in front of an audience to deliver a short poem. Believe it or not, I cried right then and there with the microphone for everyone to hear my sobs. I know no one can blame me for that. After all, I was but a very shy child. But that memory of my mom sobbing by herself in one corner of the room as I stood in another corner remained etched in my memory. I have long asked myself… what if I were more “bibo” as a kid? What if I didn’t cry on stage that morning? Will my fate have been different?

Who knows?

I am officially bankrupt. I went to the mall today after my mom asked me to pick up a few things and before I headed to do my errands, I strolled around a bit. It sucks when there’s a lot of good buys around you but you’ve got no moolah to spare. Sometimes, I think my fate’s going against me ‘coz everytime I go window shopping and I had extra money to spare for my needless luxuries, there’s nothing good on the shelf. And when I finally have the urge to buy, I find myself hanging on the edge of bankruptcy. I suddenly remember that line from ebay Philippines which I read a few years back. It was from an interview of one of the successful netrepreneurs who found her niche in ebay. She urged people to look around their homes and sell stuff they don’t need. Guess what. I tried to do that and found a handful of stuff I don’t even touch - and a lot of goodies that I have in multiple numbers. Take for example these MP3 players that I own. One is a green iPod shuffle I named “Kaiser” which I won from the FRIC raffle in November. The other is an unopened pink iPod shuffle which my mom gave me for Christmas. Funny how I used to want one and now I have two, so, I’m highly considering putting one up for auction in ebay. Well, that is if my heart’s ready to see “Kaiser” in the loving arms of another person. Yes. I am such an emotional bitch.

I didn’t realize it was already past 1 am. I don’t know what’s up with my system that I am hardly sleepy despite the exhaustion from today’s “work”. I’m still up and about, browsing websites and reading alli reviews. I will be dead for sure tomorrow when I encounter one patient followed by another at the OPD later.

This is the first time I’ve used the word “work” to what I’m doing at the hospital. I wouldn’t want to call it that way but lately I find myself literally dragging my butt out of the house. Signs of exhaustion perhaps? Or just a case of laziness since summer break is just around the corner? God knows.

I can’t believe I slept through Christmas Day. I knew how Christmas 2009 would be different since I am very busy with clerkship but never in my life have I thought I would someday spend this very joyous celebration tucked - not even in a posh room in one of those Toronto hotels - but in bed! December 24 was a day of chaos back in East Ave. I was told Christmas Eve/Day is usually benign but the promise of a non-toxic duty went up in smokes. I knew how East Ave meant getting hardly any sleep at all but I never expected I wouldn’t get any wink at all on my last day of duty. Last duty syndrome perhaps? Inasmuch as I don’t want to believe in such, I am forced to believe I was cursed last Christmas Eve. Even if our life was a total mess, my co-duty residents and interns managed to have a fun-filled Christmas Eve celebration complete with martini and some left-over cocktail drinks which we enjoyed over sumptuous dinner (never mind if the spaghetti sauce was destroyed from overheating). What they told me was true. However toxic you are in East Ave, nothing will matter with the happy company you have.

Geez. I’m starting to miss them. =)

I am not yet on vacation mode. I repeat. Not YET on vacation. Notice the emphasis on YET? Uh-huh. In a sheer twist of fate our group manages to get ourselves a week-long break for the holidays. Lucky us! While most of our colleagues back at “home” in St. Luke’s goes on with clerkship life, our group who got to be thrown at East Ave. Medical Center for the OB rotation gets a chance to have our lives back. If only there wasn’t any fighting over who gets what schedule, it would have been nicer. But moving on…

I am looking forward to seeing my friends when I get to have my holiday break from the 26th to the 1st of January. Although I know how hard it’s gonna be not to spend the holidays curled up in bed. I fuckin’ need a social life - and excuse the french for that. Life in East Ave is que horror. I’ve never spent the whole 24 hours awake just monitoring pregnant mommies-to-be ’till I got to East Ave and I’m not talking about just 20 or so patients. I guess I get to encounter almost a hundred of them in one duty day. But you know what they’re telling me is true. Even if a duty day in East Ave beats all other weight loss pills in the world, the experience and fun you’ll have spending with all these friendly faces around is an energizer that could keep you going. So bring it on!

I want you to meet Kaiser, my new love.

Yes. This baby is mine. And the best part of it? I got him for F-R-E-E. I always join raffles but I never expect to win any of those prizes. I am one of those many, many unlucky souls who always end up as “thank you, patrons” because my name always doesn’t land in the winners’ list. But in a sudden twist of fate, my name was handpicked from hundreds of those who contributed for the FRIC (fellows, residents, interns and clerks) Party last weekend. That’s how I got Kaiser. It seemed as if the heaven was listening to me when I told Mela how I wanted an iPod for myself. The next thing I know, I was a giggly girl on stage ready to get precious Kaiser. I haven’t had the chance to tinker with him since I got him. If only I can get hold of the online backup of my MP3s from an old host, then I’d instantly fill up all 2GB-worth of memory that Kaiser has. Too bad some online hard drives aren’t exactly reliable. Sometimes, it pays to pay. =)

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