A VERY NICE ARTICLE

Too often, everytime i scribble some weblogs, I caught myself up to scribbling something like I can call my own. This time is, not entirely new, but a bit something different. Like the article that I have posted yesterday in the bulletin, I also made it  as a part of my life in weblogging. A very nice must read article, have it for yourself- an eye opener, inspiring, a good business!

A boat docked in a tiny Goan village. A tourist from Mumbai complimented the Goan fisherman on the quality of his fish and asked how long it took him to catch them. 'Not very long,' answered the fisherman. 'But then, why didn't you stay out longer and catch more?' asked the Mumbaite. The Goan fisherman explained that his small catch was sufficient to meet his needs and those of his family. The Mu mbaite asked, 'But what do you do with the rest of your time?' 'I sleep late, fish a little, play with my children, and take a siesta with my wife. In the evenings, I go into the village to see my friends, play guitar, sing a few songs... I have a full life.' The Mumbaite interrupted, 'I have an MBA from IIM-A, and I can help you! You should start by fishing longer every day. You can then sell the extra fish you catch. With the extra reve nue, you can buy a bigger boat.' 'And after that?' asked the Goan. 'With the extra money the larger boat will bring, you can buy a second one and a third one and so on until you have an entire fleet of trawlers. Instead of selling your fish to a middle man, you can then negotiate directly with the processing plants and maybe even open your own plant. You can then leave this little village and move to Panjim, or even Mumbai. From there you can direct your huge new enterprise.' 'How long would that take?' asked the Goan. 'Twenty, perhaps twenty-five years,' replied the Mumbaite. 'And after that?' 'Afterwards? Well my Friend, That's when it gets really interesting,' chuckled the Mumbaite, 'When your business gets really big, you can start selling stocks and make millions!' 'Millions? Really? And after that?' asked the Goan. 'After that you'll be able to retire, live in a tiny village near the coast, sleep late, play with your children, catch a few fish, take a siesta with your wife and spend your evenings doing what you like with your buddies.' 'With all due respect sir, but that's exactly what I am doing now. So what's the point wasting 25 years?' asked the Goan.

And the moral of the story is? Know where you're going in life. You may already be there. I remember I should have my business plan done before Sunday but haven't started any single piece yet...Huhu, Where am I now? Where am I going? How to get there? Few questions left unanswered.

Best regards,

Hazee

                            

STAY BEAUTIFUL

I might be beautiful outside but inside is a crashed and smashed heart...

I might walk with elegance but inside disgraced with coarseness...

With everything though, still, I would and should be beautiful...

Not as beautiful as a flower that blooms;

But surely, something close to it...

Wehihi... MMMMWAAAAHHHHHHHHHH...

ROOM MATES

All of my room mates were now gone-- gone temporarily for reasons of change of area of assignment, gone permanently (but still alive and kicking) for reasons of looking for a greener pasture, and gone permanently (six feet under the ground) for reasons of..ummmppp simply ended her lifetime in this temporary world. They all had there individual reasons which I should say, each is subject to her own decision or should I say, our life is in God's hands why everything happened those ways.

Just missing you all guys...mwahhhhhhhhhhhhhh...

UPHOLDING TEMPERANCE

I might be too damn involving to someone else's life when MISERY a terrible take home pay. Love's a crazy thing with absurd people like me who had been hooked into it and REALLY got fooled. But not until I found the courage to be on my own knowing that my conscience is righteous (while setting aside flawlessness because not one has it). All those things happened because those what people thought I might become. Feeling possessed by their hypotheses, at one point, yeah, I was. Now I hated a lot of life's intruders. I wished they could all be dunked. If not of the values I kept upholding since I became conscious to all of my parents' morals, merits and GOD- INSPIRED thoughts, I might be nowhere to be found.

LOST LEVITY

It’s easier said than done to assume that things are going well taking into account the situation that has long been swelling. Allow me to say that levity’s definition no longer applies here. If one person thinks that he’s only human and that he could as well be upset, well, I would say, “Am I not vulnerable?”

“Life is an undying cycle. It is a battle of survival. If you quit, then you’re a loser. If you fall, then, stand up. If you keep on complaining about the miseries of your life, nothing will happen. God doesn’t throw stones that we cannot catch. Live with Him and everything will turn out right.”

If not of the above message, I might have unhooked myself to any hope. What for? Thanks to Faith, my cousin, for the timely message while I’m scribbling down the first few lines of this blog.

Yes, it’s easier said than done when we are confronted by the hurdles of life. In fact, it seemed difficult for me, as right now I’m stationed to just keeping my mouth shut, be deaf and numb, to address issues that are trying to defy me. I find comfort when I’m mute though. Less talk implies less mistakes, no talk, then, hopefully, no mistakes. But we have to accept the fact that no one is infallible except the Lord God Almighty.

At any rate, I look forward to gaining back levity in feelings and relationships in due time. What a blissful moment it could be?

-Hazel-
4/24/08

IN SEARCH FOR SOMETHING...

One PUJ ride this morning made me thought of doing something else somewhere else. And I'm thinking of the "what" and "where" up to this very hour WHILE PLAYING ON THE KEYBOARD's A to Z. There was one hazy instant before (laughing at myself), however, when I was able to picture out myself fronting a group of learners while holding a stick and a small white writing tool.   It was yet unclear but I think my passion is there. What and where could it be?

Blame me not. I'm hunting and searching for something.

FAM REUNION

It was then semana santa when ROSALITA CLAN gathered for the fam reunion. Surprisingly, not everybody attended compared to the previous gatherings except, however, that the absence of others were being covered up by some visitors like my Di. Jejeje. The small number though did not matter because we all had fun reminiscing our affairs in the past--- making us what we are right now. And who would ever forget the walks through the dikes? the ricefield? Huh! Everything's FUN!But more to it, the renewed family ties, refreshed fam relationship, just can't forget them. The influx of warmth and smiles in my heart are up to now have their residues overflowing...WOH!

Detour

Good morning! I was supposed to make my school requirement which is due this Sunday when the materials I have with me right now were not the ones I needed. Golly! And it's actually my fault because I haven't checked them before leaving my other abode. You know things are being scattered if you happened to have multiple places to live in. This is the consequence I have to reap. It's all right though but when forgetfulness comes in, you really are defeated. Well hoping that they're just up in my room, I'll gonna check them by and by. Huhu


Given this current incident, lemme take an alternative route... Thus, the DETOUR!


Last February 11, my gum bled and not the normal bleeding when your brushing your teeth. It was terrible. Think of a man masticating his "mama", huh, and that's how my gum looked like-- bloody as a "mama". Yikes! Well, Thinking that the blood would just subside, I phoned up Mamang and Tatang, my sister informing them of my status, with no fear actually why my gum bled excessively. In fact just a simple instruction from them upon knowing, "visit a dentist". But I did not. "I'll be fine",  playing folly with myself. With my faith however that everything will just be fine, I did neither seriously mind the blood nor ordered myself for a check up. Hehe but come to think of this, so long as I could keep in touch with people I knew, I kept them informed. Convoluted mind of "parang wala lang pero may ara na gali ginabatyag". I also phoned up My Di and eventually arrived and accompanied me. I'm supposed to make my way to work but because of what had happened I called up Ate Cita, my colleague in work that I would just be late.  Di prepared me water with salt and let me gargled it. Hehe and that's the only time I manifested fear  because I know I have a confidante around who'll lift and cheer me up (xempre oi hadlok pod dw, twas my first time...ug mahutdan daw ko dugo beh). And the water plus NaCL actually helped but it never stopped the bleeding. Anyhow, I still proceeded to work.  I even finished the day working as if my gum did not bleed- unmindful of the blood's taste and all.


February 12 when I woke up, it seemed like I drunk a glass of blood with residues all over my lips and teeth. "Abnormal na talaga!" Che, my roommate even noticed a drop of blood from my lips. And actually I had just wiped out the blood stain later when she told me that it was mine. Hehe. But still I continued on with my routine:  taking a bath, eat, brush, etc. In short, I still worked. However, the frequency of going to the CR was increasing and every time I looked at the mirror I could notice red spots in my face and arms and right then and there, I started to inspect my entire body and found out that there are a lot of red spots all over. I was terrified.

In the afternoon of February 12, Ate Carmen, my Boss and Kuya Darry, also a colleague in work accompanied me at DDH for my check up. Though they never stayed with me because I know they still have some more important business transactions and I myself that time was still able  and conscious, I headed my way to the doctors' directory and looked for Dr. Gonzaga, a HEMATOLOGIST as she was the one referred by Ate Carmen's friend. I was alone but decisive because my condition was at stake. "Feeling ko parang egg, ferociously cracked". And guess what, Dr. Gonzaga's Clinic is located at the 6th floor. During that time, elevators were full and thick people were lining up and so I just made use of my feet. Hehe the child in me almost to give in... "Kahilakon na"...


I was checked up and without further ado, admitted! I was trying to tell myself I was okay because I felt I was really am-- another folly that I kept on playing. I got headaches before but because they suddenly vanished  I did not mind them. All I did not know is, there was already an abnormal maneuvering in my immune system.

I went to the ER alone until I reached my room, I was alone. Later at night, sis Tatang arrived and also Di... I felt so weak...Huhu Then came another bleeding-- vaginal bleeding! It was also abnormal because who would ever think of six pads a day? Maternity ones? I felt helpless... Strength was exhausted. And naturally that's what a patient feels if his/ her platelet is very low. "Kaya ganun ang na-feel ko.." Only then I learned that one of the functions of the platelets is on the coagulation, so if there isn't enough like them in your body, no one will control or stop the blood from bleeding so fast. Considering mine, first CBC resulted to 23, then down to 10. Hehe graveh ang pag- cross sa fingers...mura nag gi-crochet ang mga tudlo... That's why I underwent platelet transfusion because I'm very far to the normal count of platelets, which is 150 to 400T. Good thing because a day after, an increase in platelet count showed up. From 10 to 35, 35 to 75, and the latest one was 140.

 

Staying at the hospital for 6 nights or 7 days was a great break for me. All though I'm still in the process of recovery because I still have to visit Dr. Gonzaga's Clinic for the regular check up and regular monitoring of my platelet count, I'm just thankful I did not reach the point of having my bone marrow checked as it is more critical. I am thankful because the XRAY results were negative and more so with the ULTRASOUND. This means to say that I was treated only for my "IMMUNO THROMBOCYTOPENIC PURPURA". Good news, I feel a lot better now... THANK YOU, LORD!

Now that I'm scribbling a sort of hehe la lang, allow me thank you all for all the PRAYERS. One great lesson to learn is check on your lifestyle and diet. " Wag masyadong magpuyat... OKAY lng basta wag bugetin ang health... Listen to your health, wag masyadong i- pressure ang sarili. We're not on this earthly race naman eh, rather, we're preparing for heaven...


Good day, everyone! "HEALTH IS WEALTH"

Homesick

  • What's in a talk that tears fell,
  • In an SMS that heart seemed to crush?
  • (Shrug shoulders)
  • Well, all I know I just had a conversation  with Mamang, Papang, Tatang, and Udai.
  • Huhu.. Now that I need them, I don't have them at sight..
  • I wanna be home..
  • SOON..

Looking at things differently..

It's not new to me when I look at things they aren't. Like for example, it was a smoke when I considered it first to be a fog. It takes some time to knock my head at least three times, you know. SIGH.Hehe

Good morning, people of the world!