Saturday, December 29, 2007

I'll Be Home For Christmas

I'll be home for Christmas
You can count on me

Please have snow and mistletoe
And presents under the tree

Christmas Eve will find me
Where the love light beams

I'll be home for Christmas
If only in my dreams...

I'll be home for Christmas
If only in my dreams.

Tuesday, December 18, 2007

It Came Upon A Midnight Clear

Tonskie, I could not thank you enough for showing me this:

And when I’ve found this one, I knew… I just knew… that I must’ve been a very, very good kid for the past year.


Just perfect.

Tuesday, December 11, 2007

All I Want For Christmas Is You

I have always believed in this saying:

Verso: "If we all gave freely and sweetly of ourselves, we would all end up with MORE." (Source)

So, for this yuletide season, feel free to send greeting cards, personal note, parcel/package, gifts, or whatever, to this address.

Nurse Ruff C., R.N.
Intensive Care-Coronary Care Unit (ICU-CCU-Pay)


Espana, Manila 1008

Weapons of mass destruction need not be sent.

And to all of my frequent readers, haters, blog-friends, fans (haha, as if), supporters, and critiques, here’s my advance Christmas Gift to all of you.

Thank you for supporting Unbearable Lightness. Have a very meaningful Christmas everyone!

Friday, December 07, 2007

Forever Young

"Let’s dance in style, let’s dance for a while
Heaven can wait we're only watching the skies

Hoping for the best but expecting the worst

Are you going to drop the bomb or not?"

I’ve spent last Sunday with the most amazing, and not to mention, the most influential people I have ever met in my life --- my High School classmates.

Our high school batch is like the typical high school batch everywhere. There’s that weirdo geek, those varsity jocks, the art freaks, the tweetum ladies, the boy-next-doors, the snobs, the anti-socials, and me.

I can't believe I posted this one. :-)

Remember that high school classmate of yours who spends his entire day reading fashion/celebrity/teenage magazines yet still got the perfect score in that dreaded Physics long exam?

I was that person.

I abhorred politics so much that despite insinuations of power-freaks inviting me to join the student council, I digress.

When I was in my sophomore year, I was the youngest student ever to become our school paper’s Editor-in-Chief.

Every time I join Quiz Bees, Essay Writing Contests and High School Debates, I win first place.

I once argued with my English professor because I insisted that my interpretation of T. S. Eliot’s The Waste Land was the correct one.

At lunch, me and my closest buddies would put on facial masks, we wait for the masks to take effect while our professor is discussing Trigonometric Functions.
There I was, fashionably 3-hours late, looking at my classmates one by one. They do still look the same, albeit older and more successful… only to realize one thing… we never really grow out of our childhood.

We’re still that same high school geek… the same boy-next-door… the same varsity jocks… the same art freaks… the same me.

In between overflowing foods and drinks, I saw myself as the little high school kid again. The little kid who tried to find his place in a perilous society, who discovered his personal identity, and who finally found his home, his niche, his family.

I might have been away. I might have stayed forlorn for the past few years trying to pursue my personal career. I might have been to too many heartaches, too many tragedies, and too much pains. I might have been to too much joy, too much bliss, and too much happiness. And I might have left.

But in the end I’ve got to realize that I still do have my foot onshore… holding on to those memories I love so much and would never want to part with for the rest of my life.

And looking back I know I’ll still have them.

For just as always…

We are the same… then… now… and always… forever young.

Saturday, December 01, 2007

On Saturday Afternoons In 1963

I’ve been coughing and sneezing non-stop for the past week. The color of my nasal and orotracheal secretions simply reminds me of Shrek, The Green Lantern, or Dipsy, whichever you prefer. (It won't be long before it turn purple. Eeew)

My arms are sore from doing non-stop chest compressions in a patient who arrested in my shift (100 chest compressions a minute for 30 minutes, with a substitute, of course). He died, by the way.


In a panel:

Panelist: You are forgetting a really common cause of acute scrotal pain. Remember, I am a Medico-Legal…
Interviewee: Dr., trauma.
Panelist: Okay, in what way can you cause trauma to the scrotum?

Uhhhhmmmmm… pulling?!?! *stunned face*

And yet the interviewee could not even stop.

Uhhmmmmmm… biting?!?! *even more stunned face*
The Panelists: *laughter*

By survey friends, the number 1 answer is kicking (tinadyakan) secondary to self-defense, intentional injury, etc. while for the interviewee… biting… pulling…


Neurosurgeons in the hospital where I work at are really hot. They remind me so much of McDreamy, and of course, I’m Meredith Grey, the Horney McNurse.

"Which begs the question, what do we call hot doctors in the Philippines? JolliDreamy? JolliSteamy? JolliSexy? JolliKantutacious?

Oh gawd, I'm craving for a Jollibee and/or a Kantutacious right this very moment! :-) Hahaha...


I have this cute co-staff nurse, but his cousins are much much cuter.

Wanna know who his cousins were?

The Dee’s --- Enchong and A. J. Dee.

The two hunky guys were present on his birthday (with pictures to prove legitimacy) and we’re ecstatic that he’ll bring the younger lad to our Christmas party this 15th.

I’m keeping my dirty fingers crossed.


Wanna meet my new crush? Click click here!

He’s one of our cutest medical residents. Yummy eh?


I guess this is what nosocomial (hospital-acquired) pneumonia, not having MO (make-out) sessions for half-a-year, and blogging in a cold-wintry morning could do to an insane nurse like me.

Advance Merry Christmas everyone!

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