notes and thoughts


On my way home last Wednesday after getting stuck in the The Medical City because of the heavy rain, floods and understaffed.  I was very excited that day I even wanted to already go home early of that morning but my OIC keep pleading on us to duty because there is no one but us she can rely and because patients should always be on the center stage, we go even with so much longing to feel our bed and even with dizziness, we still go on and continue with our AM shift.  
When I am about to go home at 3pm the rain starts to pour hard again that made EDSA a huge parking lot with continuation to Quezon City hall.  It was a four (more or less) travel time.  I wanted to cry not just because I miss home so much but because my urinary bladder is about to explode but then I realized I have no right.  I have no right to fret, I have no right to complain.  And, the men who made me realized this are the bus driver, the conductors and the Navy man standing in front of me.  I stayed three days inside the hospital to do my duty and to cover the duties of those who wasn’t able to cross , I get paid to it, I was given a free meal, although I was not given a hot shower for my tired body I am inside an air condition facility which will not make sweat.  But the driver and the conductor they will not earn the money they used to earn on usual days.  They even joked about it while findings means to survive, they were planning to catch frogs, thinking of borrowing money to their boss, even wildly thinking of applying on “riding on tandem” but of course they were just joking.  I firmly believe they were just joking.  The other man is the man in army uniform, if my ears heard it right he’s from Navy and he is heading to Tandang Sora to rescue.  Because the (intrigerong) conductor kept asking questions we knew that the gentleman haven’t eaten and slept since yesterday.  After rescuing the people from Cainta they were rescuing people from Tandang Sora on that day.  So, hail to all the rescuers they have the most fulfilling job in the world.  They were indeed at our service across the land, in the name of Honor, duty and Valor and always in the first force.  
Home is where the heart is but to these days I guess home is where the heart breaks.  When I was working for the second day a colleagues told me that there was a landslide in Commonwealth and my stigma made me dialed our number and ask them if how are they at home.  I know it is so impossible to have landslide to where we live and even far to be flooded and I thank God for it but I just don’t know maybe the first thing that will come to your mind when you think about tragedy is family, is home. Thank God that we are all okey and safe. The landslide that took away the whole family of the father and left him all alone.  The tragedy that took away their home and broke his heart to little pieces. I know up to this night many were still on evacuation sites finding a temporary home, recovering and putting up the pieces of the broken heart. 
I know a lot of us still on recovering stage-recovering from  the massive stress, recovering from floods, recovering our houses from mud and recovering from all sorts of recovery.  As we recover let us all remember that tougher nights are about to come but we will live for as long as we hold on to our super power and that is HOPE.  And as we hum this Kelly Clarkson song “what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger”, let us invite good vibes and pray for the speedy recovery of our nation especially those who had the most destruction.  Always remember that despite what Metro Manila had been trough we still owe God a lot and take this challenge as a major call to clean our drainage, to reuse, recycle and reduce. 

photo credit: paulina celis

Can we just please set aside our personal issues and think how lucky we are.  Let us set aside petty love life issue, unhealthy cravings and selfishness and give to those who are in need, I didn’t mean materials things help could also be in the form of prayers.  

This has been Liza tapping myself to realized.

 

 

 

 

Weekly Photo Challenge: Fleeting Moment


Weekly Photo Challenge: Fleeting Moment

Life passes so swiftly that sometimes we didn’t notice that life has becoming shorter and shorter everyday.   There goes the saying make the most in what we do, laugh as if your last, eat like no tomorrow and many more.  And, as we collect memories (not just pictures) but by pictures so when Alzheimer kick in our system there are tangible things to look in, don’t hesitate.  Never let the memories just fleet away, take PHOTO.

still keeping posted


It’s been ages (I thought) since the last time I updated, call it me being “MIA” as in missing in action.  Nine long days of leave, then work the whole week with off duties still being busy and got really serious with the five days intensive seminar. Really serious?! whoooh?!!!  Finally I’m back safe but not so sure if still sane.

Ok, let me start my story with the second installment of my vacation leave, It was a long nine days leave.   My aunt was coming home after being “MIA” also for 4 years and busy beating the cold winters and aloneness in the far away land, working overseas, so it was good or should I say lucky enough to be given a long nine days leave.  Special acknowledgement goes to Ma’am Isthel.  Where did we spent it, of course, wherelse, to where we all were born, to where they all grew up, to where life is simple, to where there is no buzzling and hustling noise,  to our beautiful not so well known unless you mention about “aswang”, “barang”, “kulam” and many other creepy things which I for myself didn’t experience any.  To where else –Antique.  The real plan was to spent days there and days in Boracay but apparently there are slight changes with the itinerary and just decided, without further discussion, to ditch Boracay and spend the whole vacation roaming around, lying down and do the usual thing. Let me show you some clips and see for your self if we made the right turn of plans.

Although waves are not as good as what Baler has but it was enough for me to just hear the sound as it throws us back to the shore

this is how simple life is there

this is farmville

it’s marble! that is how rich Libertad is…so I say “stop to irresponsible mining” 

even birds love to paddle and bike around

chilling down! presenting my cousins

lying down/taking a nap

But unfortunately there are some who are not that so lucky like;

lens catch this one even if we’re all laughing out so hard

vacation is not all the time pleasure; someone needs to do his KUMON

crying bonchi

some had to be killed

that’s for now but hopefully be able to share more in the coming days.

 

 

This is liza keeping myself posted how simple life is and missing downtime days back in the province and missing my little cousins a lot more.