tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187255092024-11-01T18:40:38.226+08:00Work like you don't need money. Sing like no one's listening. Dance like no one's watching. Love like you've never been hurt. Live like it's heaven on earth.MerryCherryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11402833861371385399noreply@blogger.comBlogger112125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18725509.post-83550591367829935342014-04-10T08:20:00.001+08:002014-04-10T08:49:11.438+08:00

Photo from here. The day I stopped being Che Thirteen months ago. It was an 8-hour flight. Hated it. The small space, nothing to do but watch a movie, read or sleep. But I survived! It was by far the longest flight I’ve taken. I was dehydrated, sleepy when I went through immigration. Easy breezy. No questions.  As soon as I had to take the connecting flight to another

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From PDI Pugad Baboy is one of the comic strips which I was always addicted to. Found it by accident cause my Dad's favorite newspaper is the Philippine Daily Inquirer. Since high school, I used to cut-out my favorite strips and put them in between pages of my favorite books. My favorite characters? Brosia, Polgas of course and Mang Dagul. But somehow, during my very busy adult life, I

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I never thought I'd sound like a typical migrant from a tropical country when I got here, but the winter just made one out of me. Excuses, excuses, I know. I just probably miss the Philippines so much that I never realized the small things that irritated me back home are the ones that will make me want go back. The sun. I know its sounds so mundane but I miss the sun back home. I miss

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Perfect way to cap the year - salon treatments. Best part about them? Pampering and lots of time to read. It also made me think about the year that was. This year has been one of the most tumultuous years I've had in my entire adult life. I remember that at the start of the year, I actually whined to God that nothing exciting happened to me in the past 2 years. I felt like my life was in a

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Pic from this site. Writing is my catharsis. There are a lot of ideas and thoughts that I deem too personal for a blog. But then again, this one incident in my life needs to be written down, recorded, blogged, however personal it may sound. Only because I want to 'bottle' up the feelings and experience. So that one day, our children can read and know about him. We named him Raphael Callum.

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The goal to healthier us (that is, Chuy and I) started early last year. I can't remember exactly what triggered it but we just realized that we were not invincible. We are just as vulnerable to different lifestyle diseases if we don't do something about our health. For starters, we exercised regularly and vowed to decrease red meat in our diet, among other things. That meant I had to come up

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Gone were the days when I can stay up to the wee hours of the night and get to work just in time.Last Friday, my girl friends and I decided to meet up in our favorite tambayan back in college. All throughout the night, we were feeling nostalgic and tried to compare what happened during our 'college days' with that night. Which made us come up with a list. Well, technically, it was me who sorted

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This blog is probably my longest existing online 'thing' (aside from my Yahoo e-mail address). I like trying anything new online. I remember convincing my med school classmates to make their own Friendster accounts so that I'd have friends the first time it came out. When everyone had one, I deleted mine. I also remember creating a Multiply account for sharing of pictures and blogs. But that too

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After 2 years and 2 months, I was back in a rural community in April. I was reminded again of the things I love about the barrio and the things that I didn't like so much. I missed the laid back life, the warm people and most especially, the food. So in pursuit of the best things in that rural community, best things to eat that is, Ave and I tried the highly recommended 'eateries' in the area.One

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I miss reading blogs.As I was printing some of my posts to be used in my learning portfolio, I realized that I really miss reading blogs of some of the amazing blogger/people I know online. Although I haven't met most of them in person. Reading personal blogs sort of brings me to another world.It cuts my preoccupation of my own life. It diverts my attention to funnier and more important stuff. I

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Photo from hereI always thought that my profession is difficult. But once I took several subjects at the National Teacher Training Center for the Health Professions of UP Manila, I realized that teaching is as difficult, if not more difficult. Of my meager experience as a pre-school teacher 14 years ago, I already knew that teaching is probably one of the professions that has the greatest social

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Photo from hereIt was going to be hard. I knew that. But I didn't know it was THIS hard.I chose to rotate at the Supportive, Palliative and Hospice Care unit of our institution this February for 2 reasons. First, it's only 28 days (2-3 days shorter than your regular month) and I will be done with it soon. There's just something about palliative care and terminal care that makes me uncomfortable.

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They loved it! I couldn't believe it, my Tito and cousins loved the tacos I made for them. Lately, I've been into tacos. From the tacos of Pancake House to as far those of Camalig's Restaurant in Pampanga, my craving was making Chuy crazy. That before he left, he asked me to just make it at home.And so I did. Here is the result.The highlight of the afternoon is my Tito's stress over the crumbling

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Photo from hereAfter attending a research summit today, I realized several things. First, primary care in the country needs major make-over. I was seated right beside a Malaysian primary care physician. He was surprised that I was training in a hospital. He asks, "You practice primary care in a tertiary hospital?" Yeah, that made me think. Primary care should ideally be outside hospitals. After

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One of the interns rotating in our Department asked me if I was a former Doctor to the Barrio. I answered yes and asked how she knew. She said that she read some of my articles these past couple of years. I said thank you but that question led me back to my life there which ended exactly a year ago.I miss that life because it's the exact opposite of some of the things I go through here in the

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I spent the long weekend with Chuy in Jakarta. This being the 2nd time for this year, I did not call Smart customer service because they (always) tell me, whenever I call before an out of the country trip, that it is AUTOMATICALLY activated when you are on a postpaid (which I am).Let me start this 'mad' story by telling you that I have been a subscriber of Smart since 2000. That makes it about 9

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Photo from HERE.

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Dermatology has never been on top of my 'like' list. For one, I always thought is was just skin deep. Secondly, skin lesions/rashes gives me goosebumps, ergo, the creeps.So when I rotated last June in the Dermatology section of our Institution, I only had one thing in mind, get over it as soon as I can.The first day, mission accomplished. I saw several patients already and I know that the agony

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Issues, issues. Sometimes, don't you just wish that your brain stops working so that you don't have to think about these things? I have too many things running in my head that you I feel very tired when all I did these past 30 minutes is sit... and think!Issue No. 1: I was quietly studying when something caught my attention online. I couldn't get over it. Gathering from what I learned from

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Photo from HERE.With everything that's going on in my life right now (everything meaning residency), the only things that I can do online, on a regular basis, are check e-mails and update my status in Facebook. I know, I know, it's a no brainer but it's a nice break when what you do all day is think, think and think.In relation to that, FB inspired me to make lists. Lists are fun, easy to do,

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This is exactly how I looked when I realized some few minutes ago that my last entry dates back to.... more than a month ago!What happened?Well, there are patients to see, duties to attend to, conferences, lectures, intern's matters and EBM (evidence based medicine) , among other things.Much has happened in the past month. But I guess, what I remember most is my 'frustration-turned-accomplishment

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Last Saturday, our Family Lecture Series was a workshop on Art Therapy.Art what? I know, I know.At first, my mind couldn't comprehend how in the world did Family Medicine cover art therapy? I know from my undergraduate course that you can use art to teach and as a therapy to some behavioral and psychological conditions. To actually heal a physiologically ill patient with it is another matter.With

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Are you a doctor of the sick or a doctor for health asks one of our consultants. My seatmate uttered, what’s the difference? One said, isn’t it given that we are a doctor of the sick? In my mind, I have a difinte answer, I am a doctor for health, or at least, trying to be one. What’s the difference? Humongous. Big. But one it not entirely better than the other. Just different. Yes it is

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I am grateful because...I have Chuy.I am healthy.Most members of my family are healthy.I have a job.I can say, write and do what I want without being shot or sent to prison anytime.--Owe Linapuhan this post.

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One thing that I fear happening, once I go into training, is this -- no time to write/blog.I see it starting to happen. Of the few remaining free days that I have, all I want to do is read, sleep and spend time with my loved ones (not necessarily in that order). No time and energy to blog. But my mind is bursting with words waiting to be written down.My mind wants to blog but my body can't. I

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