Friday, January 25, 2008

The Mayonnaise jar and two cups of coffee

When things in your life seem almost too much to handle; when 24 hours in a day are not enough; remember the mayonnaise jar and the 2 cups of coffee...
A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him.
When the class began,
he wordlessly picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar
and proceeded to fill it with golf balls.
He then asked the students if the jar was full.
They agreed that it was.
The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar.
He shook the jar lightly.
The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls.
He then asked the students again if the jar was full.
They agreed it was.
The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar.
Of course, the sand filled up everything else.

He asked once more if the jar was full.
The students responded with an unanimous "yes."
The professor then produced two cups of coffee from under the table and
poured the entire contents into the jar,
effectively filling the empty space between the sand.
The students laughed.
"Now," said the professor as the laughter subsided,
"I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life.
The golf balls are the important things
--your family, your children, your health, your friends and your favorite passions---
and if everything else was lost and only they remained;
your life would still be full.
The pebbles are the other things that matter;
like your job, your house and your car.
The sand is everything else---the small stuff.
"If you put the sand into the jar first," he continued,
"there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls.
The same goes for life.
If you spend all your time and energy on the smallstuff
you will never have room for the things that are important to you.
"Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness.
Play with your children
Take time to get medical checkups.
Take your spouse out to dinner.
Play another 18.
There will always be time to clean the house and fix the disposal.

Take care of the golf balls first
--the things that really matter--
Set your priorities.
"The rest is just sand."
One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the coffee represented.
The professor smiled.
"I'm glad you asked."
"It just goes to show you that no matter how full your life may seem;
there's always room for a couple of cups of coffee with a
friend."

Note: a forwarded message from Chitoism

Saturday, January 19, 2008

Malaybalay-the next best thing




It was a nerve wracking and backbreaking experience of our lives to go on a roadtrip from our 6th floor pueblo apartment as baseline going to the slightly dangerous, mountainous and zigzag roads of Tutuk Kalaw overlooking the serene and picturesque coast of Zamboanga Del Sur down to the sloping streets of Pagadian city with its odd tricycle models infesting the city, then towards the MILF-infested,treacherous but well cemented roads of Lanao Del Sur, up north to the only remaining Kalesa city in Mindanao-Iligan City. This is only halfway of the roadtrip. If only this Honda City could cry.. she would! This is my second year in a row to spend a 4-day holiday in my hometown.
Going on a roadtrip in this southern stretch of Mindanao, we were treated with the majestic view of the coastline while the calming sound of the waves and tangy scent of the sea breeze dominates our senses. The sound of the music prevents us from twilight sleep taking over while driving. The music of Blue Ketchup, Sinusikat, Hilera, UP Dharma Down and Zelle were perfect! And this i realized is an unremarkable roadtrip experience-you're in the company of your best friend to enjoy the scenery, laid back culture-rich country life of Southern Mindanao, plus the music you love listening to.
We reached Cagayan de Oro, a city bustling with traffic noise. Its main attraction is their clean unpolluted river perfect for their famous white water rafting, which lures local tourists during summer. We didnt stay long, my friend bought his airline tickets for Manila at the Cagayan De Oro Domestic Airport...then off we went straight to our favourite province-Bukidnon.

Friday, January 18, 2008

Mindanao's Mona Lisa

one of Tausug visual artist, Rameer Tawasil's masterpieces

Sunday, January 13, 2008

The Winner from Zamboanga

Mother
96 x 69 inches
Woman in the gallery
60 x 48 inches

Girl

Untitled
72 1/8 x 62 ¾ inches
Winner Jumalon's Statement:
My art is survival. To date, three spaces define my
art—Zamboanga, my hometown; Laguna where I spent
four years in scholarship in a secondary school; and
Metro Manila, where I’m currently studying fine arts in
a university. Having to uproot myself twice and grow
up thrice all over again has affected my instincts and
aesthetics.
Back in Zamboanga, I painted mostly colorful pictures
of myself at play using circular patterns. The images
were whimsical, carefree. My paintings in Laguna, on
the other hand, were done in subdued earth colors. I
was then living in a mountain where my alma mater
stands, learning the rigors of the academic art world.
Lost, I was groping for an identity, painting selfportraits.
It was then that I started using a layering
technique, drawing faces over faces, an observation
perhaps, watching fellow students with different
personalities go under guises just to establish that
harmony. Currently, I’m living alone, playing with wide spaces
and abstract figures—graffiti, black scratches on white
background. I see stark black and white—anonymous,
animosity, bare—my perception of urbanity. These
images, random and varied, are my companion in my
necessary evolution to fit in and endure.

Thursday, January 10, 2008

ang supot ng alimango

Late na naman ng dumating ako sa clinic. Magdadalawang oras na yatang naghihintay ang nanay ni Shakour, isang batang kakatanggal lang ng spleen dahil sa sakit na thalassemia. May tinatapos na naman kasing research sa Ateneo. as usual, sikat na naman si cramming. sanay na sanay tayong mga tamad. kaya ngang tapusin ng isang oras sa pagmamadali ang isang research proposal.
Pinapunta ko muna ang bata sa laboratoryo para sa CBC nang mapansin ko ang isang matandang babae ang nakaupo sa may dulong upuan ng reception area ang may hawak na puting supot na may marringgan ng pagkislot. Ang ina ni Adam.
"Pinabibigay ni Adam dok", habang inaabot ang puting supot. Inaya ko sa loob ng consultation room. "Pinagbilin talaga ni Adam na ibigay ito sa yo dok kahit anung mangyari..kaya pinagsikapan ko talagang bilhin at dalhin dito."
Amoy ko ang singaw ng preskong simoy ng dagat na nagmumula sa supot. Malikot ang nasa loob.
"Alam ni Adam na paborito mo ito, at saka di ba dok pinangako nya sa iyo ito...." garalgal na ang tinig ng ina..namumula ang dalawang mata habang may nakita akong namumuong kislap..
Nagsimula na syang magkwento..naramdaman kong nanuyo ang aking labi at lalamunan, mahirap magsalita..nahihiyang baka bumigay ang tinig at malaman ng inang mahina rin pala ako .. kailangang matibay ang loob ng mga manggagamot. di dapat nagpapakita ng emosyon..
"May pinapagawa pa sya sa tawi-tawi na banig para sa yo malapit na matapos"
Di ko mapigilan ang pagluha... di na alintana ang hiya... nagpakita rin ng kahinaan...
"alam mo ba dok pumunta kami sa clinic isang araw pagkatapos mong umalis papuntang Davao..dun ka raw magpaPasko sabi ni Ann...umiyak si Adam..'wala na ang doctor ko sinu na ang titingin sa akin..."
"tiniis niya ang nararamdamang sakit at hirap sa paghinga..ayaw nyang pumunta ng ospital ng hindi ikaw ang titingin.."
Ang sakit. ang lungkot mawalan ng isang tao na mataas ang tiwala sa yong kakayahan...
Sayang wala akong magawa nuong naghihirap siya..
Marami pa syang ikinuwento...mag0iisang oras yata. Di ko na alintana ang mga naghihintay na pasyente sa labas..
Nakinig lang sa inang nagdadalamhati...
Maraming salamat sa alimango 'nay, ang naalala kong huling nasambit.. habang may ngiti na sa labi ang ina..

Saturday, December 22, 2007

Zamboanga City General Hospital


Zamboanga peninsula's premiere health care facility which was built at the time of "Americanization" of the rather strict mixture of predominantly Chavacano and Moro cultures

Thursday, December 13, 2007

Touching Other People's Lives


Maaga pa lang nang tumungo ako s R.T. Lim branch ng LBC para sunduin ang package ng gamot para sa isang pasyente.
Palabas na ako ng nasabing lugar nang may dalawang mag-asawang nakasakay sa motorsiklo ang tuwang tuwang bumaba at tinawag ang aking pansin.
Pamilyar. pero d ko akalaing dito ko sila makikita..
Ang alam ko'y taga Pagadian sila nakatira bago nagkasakit si Ian..Pero simula nun, nakipagsapalaran na sa Kamaynilaan..
Bakit ko naman makakalimutan...
Sila ang mga magulang ni Ian, isang limang taong gulang na batang may ALL
"Dok, dok, dok! Tama gani ko.. Nakit-an nako ang imong ngalan didto sa ciudad...!
Di ako makaimik masyado... nalulungkot sa naibalitang wala na pala si Ian..Dalawang taon na pala ang nakakaraan...Mag tatatlong taon na ako dito.
"Pasalamat gyud me sa imo dok...sayang katong nawala ka sa PGH, nahirapan na ang mga doktor mag intathecal sa kanya...ikaw lang talaga nakakapag intrathecal doc...duha ka bulan wala sila nakahimo dayon nagrelapse"
Sayang. May kakambal si Ian. Magandang candidate sa transplant.
"May tutulong sana sa amin dok, si Dra Villarta, kaya lang nung nagrelapse, tuloy tuloy na..."
Ok na kayong mag-asawa? napatango sila.."natutuwa lang kami dok nakita ka namin..maraming salamat talaga dok.." nangingilid sa luha ang lalaki, samantalang ang babae ay di na mapigilan sa pagdaloy ang luha sa magkabilang pisngi..
Di na ko nakapagsalita pa. Hinawakan ko ang balikat ng inang nawalan at sabay inakap...
Napatingin ang mga taong dumadaan..
Sila ang inspirasyon ko sa paggiging manggagamot...
Sila rin ang dahilan kung bakit ako narito ngayon...
Nakikipagsapalaran.

Tuesday, December 11, 2007

Huwad na Proyekto

ang nakatiwangwang na ob-gyne ward


Sayang at hindi ko naisipang kunan ng kamera ang isang malaking billboard habang kasagsagan ng eleksiyon sa harap ng pampahalaang gamutan na nagsasaad tungkol sa itatayong bagong OB Gyne ward. Nakalagay ang presyo ng proyekto-6 million pesos, kung kelan ito matatapos at syempre nakalagay ang larawan ng isang tumatakbong congressman ng mga panahon na iyon (na ngayon ay nakaupo na)....

Anu na ang nangyari sa naturang proyekto? Sa ngayon, walang sariling OB-Gyne ward and naturang pagamutan...nakahilera lang ang mga pasyente sa mga corridors ng Ortho ward...naka expose sa mga taong dumadaan...
Ani ng mga nakakaalam...binawi ang funds ng proyekto matapos ang eleksiyon...

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zamboanga city, Philippines