back to basics

i can't really blog a novel about how I ended up with a Nokia 5130 right now but here's the lowdown:

-2 days ago my Sony Ericsson C902 suddenly went berzerk and bailed on me. It began restarting and vibrating and the LCD showed no sign of life.

- (12noon the following day) so, I went to the shop where I bought the phone...

- and argued with the Customer Service rep as to why i should be the one to photocopy the warranty card when it's within their scope to provide us with..well..customer service! Plus they told me that I had to wait one month until I get my phone back kasi they're going to send it to Manila to have it fixed. One month without a decent phone? Hell no! And so.....

- (6pm the same day) I bought the 5130 for around 5k. And surprise surprise I actually like it! It's really cheap and the features are enough to satisfy the normal texter who doesn't care for the frills of 3G and all that. Plus the acoustics are so much better than my old phone!

- If and when my old phone shows up again, I'll have to part ways with this one and I'll give the nokia to my mom, who for some reason, needs to part with her old phone because it's one of those phones that first had the colored lcd/mms feature and truth be told, its time has come.

- so until then, i'll have to enjoy the perks of being a nokia person again. and I actually missed being one.

priestly anecdotes

"communion! wahahaha. are you aware na instead of saying "the body of christ" you told me "goddamnit...take these"...hahahaha. "these" tlg...u gave me 6 pieces! hahahaha. am i that sinful? hahaha. " - marko enriquez

I was actually really nervous (like sweating bullets nervous) a few minutes before the start of the wedding. But I managed to pull it off pretty well if I say so myself. Although my performance got a little shaky at parts...especially during the event after the communion, where I was supposed to clean the materials. Karl (my classmate/sacristan) had to go and practically spell out what I needed to do. People said I make a good priest but I'd rather play pretend. I mean, where else could I preside over a mass and marry a couple without the binding power of a license and a contract? That was so stellar and the wedding was kick-ass!


yes, we had flower girls! :)







in case you're wondering, they're not a real couple but they looked real enough. and they seemed to enjoy it so i guess no one's complaining. :)

boo-llelujah

what's weird about today is the fact that I had time on my hands but I didn't spend them a home, curled up in bed , sleeping. Instead, I spent the afternoon with my classmates, producing/planning for the wedding we're going to have on Sunday. Yes, RS WILL REQUIRE US TO HAVE A MOCK WEDDING. It just goes to show how evolved RS is, how teachers take marriage to a whole new level by letting their students feel just how sanctifying the act is. Sometimes I feel that the message is so watered-down because the actual ceremony hasn't been practiced yet, and we're busying ourselves with the video montage which is, apparently, a trademark of classy weddings these days. Bah, and I'm supposed to be the freaking priest. My ego is officially down the drain......

my in-depth and knee deep loathing

One of the major things I had to go through this sem was our case defense. To the uninitiated, it simply means a duty group must present the case of a patient handled during one of the rotations either in the hospital or in the community to a panel of clinical instructors. By presenting a case, that simply means we have to go through the process of presenting everything about the patient and his/her case - from the organs involved to whether or not he/she likes seafoods. Nurses just love being all systematized and thorough. All these things I get but I could never really appreciate.

bitching temporarily aside, I am just so freakin happy the defense was done. It was a group effort though I felt some exerted more effort than others. My self-evaluation? I would say I really didn't wrap my finger around the case, which made me feel guilty about it, but ultimately, I hated the cramming I had to do just to understand his/her story. The fear and tension was so palpable in the room that you could just taste its bitter aftertaste. But I was so relieved that the panel didn't really ask too much questions and instead, went straight away to the revisions that need to be done. Hallelujah!

But that really isn't the end of the story since I have exams left and right. I hate the fact that I have some minor subjects which feel so self-entitled to proclaim how pseudo-important they are. Alam mo yun, it's that feeling of resentment towards a subject that affirms your stand that its just one requirement that you need to fulfill to pass. Plus, I really don't get my majors, which makes me doubt whether I have a chance at being a good nurse.

But lo and behold, I don't want to be a good nurse. I don't want to be a nurse. Period.
I am so adamant that this will never ever ever never ever ever be my calling. This is a challenge I need to face, but this won't be my profession. I am seriously daydreaming about working in the kitchen at some 5-star restuarant in France, or being a part of a corporate food solutions team which develops recipes for big brands, and being a photographer working for a magazine or something to that effect. I know that I want to earn big bucks someday, but I would like to cling to the idea that I can earn them some other way which doesn't involve being a nurse. If that's my motivation to get though this and succeed then so be it.