
Today, I wore purple in memory of the three gay men who were killed due to discrimination to the LGBT (lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgendered) community. I grew up in a Catholic environment, and even studied in a private Catholic school, but I really do not see the reason why humans do not allow their fellows to love another just because they are of the same gender.

Rural living has always charmed me. Unfortunately, I live south of the metropolis so the urban life is something I have gotten used to. But the closest I could get to have a taste of a quiet life is early mornings, around five in the morning. The world is silent, the air is fresh, the streets more or less empty, perfect for a jog. It is in such time when the city is closest to nature. Ah, it is the picture of a perfect life.

I like the local Nescafe commercial with the tagline, “Para kanino ka bumabangon?” (Loosely trranslated as “Who are your reasons for rising up?”) The difference between “gising” (waking up) and “bangon” (rising up) is striking. Waking up means living and getting by the routine, while rising up means living more purposively, always standing back up everytime life beats you down.


There you go. The above picture is the 4 cm x 5 cm lump that was removed from my left breast. Next is a self-photograph in relation to this entry’s title. I looked like a soldier who has survived a battle.

The day has arrived. I will be undergoing an operation. The lump on my left breast will be removed and will undergo biopsy. Thinking it is done in an outpatient basis, I thought of going to work after a day of proper rest, but of course the doctors won’t agree. They advised me at least a week of rest, which I won’t adhere, at all. Haha. In as much as I don’t want to leave my work, my head nurse advised me to consume my sick leaves instead because she knew the financial losses I would incur. So, yes I am on leave for three full days. Probably I will catch up with my “hitorigoto” by posting up my accumulated essays. Then, an update of my music player, plus a reorganization of my computer files. Then I shall… hmm. What else? My schedule is pretty much free.
Here’s to three full days of rest, and probably some moments of self-evaluation. The fear for this afternoon’s operation is getting clearer. I’ll be facing the operating table and the surgeon on my own.
Background Music: NTT (Presented by Junnosuke Taguchi) - GIRLS

In times of trouble and problems, I have the tendency of shying away from the crowd. I am never the type to ask for sympathy or tell my problems as they occur; the storytelling part just burdens me even more. Solitude becomes my bestfriend. It takes me days, even weeks, to pick myself up again. This explains my mysterious disappearances or the impression that I am too aloof and distant with my friends. I am used to think like that; I get by, but lately I realized the importance of letting it out on great companions who I trust.
Having a sore throat sucks. Being a nurse, especially one that caters to children. my voice serves as a tool to establish my bonds with my patients, and I feel bad for having abused it too much today. This is the third consecutive day I haven’t eaten or drank anything during my eight hours duty because of so many things to do. Imagine handling 10-14 patients all by yourself, being the nurse in charge plus the medications nurse! It also feels bad when the people before your shift didn’t do things properly… it feels so unfair.
I tried my best to uplift my spirits for my patients’ sake but one mother managed to ruin it for me. She was totally being demanding about her son, who was incidentally put in a room with another child who was suspected of foot and mouth disease (late detection). I have been reiterating that the said disease isn’t contagious through air, rather it is being disseminated through contaminated food or body excreta only. She wasn’t fully convinced, and if that isn’t enough, she even had the nerve to rant about it loudly on me and the resident doctor on the nurses’ station. It was really plain annoying to have her there. The attending physicians have already pacified her doubts over the phone but she remained super skeptical and angry about it. It was simply awful to work with her around. Thank goodness the explanations sank to her around half an hour later and she became much calmer. We could only sigh deeply in relief after the incident. Each of us are given with the voice to express ourselves, but today I realized that not everyone uses that voice of reason properly.
Then there was this patient who had been super febrile the entire shift, and it caused the delay of her blood transfusion. The blood was already available, and I raced against time in order to give it to her before it passes its expiration date. After so many phone calls and some irritated remarks from the patient’s attending physicians, I managed to give it accordingly. Hence… right now, my legs are sore. I am ultimately hungry and I feel so sleepy. I just had to let things out in this blog before serving myself a bowl of rice and sardines, YUM! Good night.
Final moments of NU 107. One can feel the love of the fans outside the booth.
Back to the days when life was simpler and internet was a luxury, the radio was our best friend. My sister was brave enough to venture at the end of the dial, and we definitely didn’t regret that decision. We have come to discover the greatness named the NU 107.5 (previously known as DWNU) FM station. Yes, it was over ten years ago, yet the fond memories are still clear. Hey, my memories are far clearer than their signal! With this, my first memory is how I strived to arrange the radio’s antenna meticulously just to catch their ever-elusive signal.
Today I was supposed to go to UP AME TRACK 10 ANIME CONVENTION. Sadly, the tickets were sold out, and I got tired waiting. Furthermore, this also proved I only have a little, if none, interest in the anime world. I can live without obsessing on its updates already. The funny thing was random people asked for my photograph even if I am not cosplaying any character. It happened three times! There was also a photography workshop hosted by Canon EOS happening at the same hall. The participants were also looking for subjects. When I sat at the food court to eat frozen yogurt, I spotted some of the participants taking pictures of me. Oh, did I look so photogenic?
In the end, I met up with Resha and we ate in a Mexican restaurant. Joan followed, but unfortunately Resha had to go home early. Joan and I continued the wonderful afternoon in the game center. We played basketball and she let me experience the goodness named Guitar Freaks. (Honestly, I am not a gamer so it’s hard to convince me to play a computer game competitively.) Finally, we spent over an hour in the karaoke, singing Japanese songs. In the process, we also met a fellow NEWS fan. She was wearing a NEWS concert shirt so it was easy to identify her. It was funny how I gathered courage to come up to her and begin talking. The fan was also excited that she met other fans; she even asked us to join them in their karaoke session. Sadly, we already picked a separate room so it didn’t happen. After karaoke, we ate pretzels (Joan’s treat) and we continued sharing stories.
We headed home almost nine in the evening, happy that we got to meet again after a long time. I bet we will meet again after another eternity. She will be having her job soon. But it’s okay; distance provides a space for growth for two people. I look forward to our next meeting wherein more stories and fresh insights will be shared.

And before long I noticed I regained my stride, a lift had come back to my step. My awareness of things around me had sharpened. I was moving forward intently, one step at a time. I had a focus, a goal. Which somehow, quite naturally, had lightened up my step, almost gave me my soft-shoe footwork. This was a good sign. Dance. Keep in step, light but steady. Freshen up, maintain the rhythm, keep things going. I had to pay careful attention where this was leading me next. Had to make sure I stayed in this world.
- Dance Dance Dance, Haruki Murakami