Linggo, Hunyo 19, 2011

when we argue

waahhhhh, 46 views. almost 50 na.

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if there is 1 lesson ive learned this month, its the value of arguing. though, im not the kind who really loves confrontation, but i always have ways with words. id like to settle things in diplomatic manner. however, i was struck by my consultant's comment, he said, when we argue, better things will come up. this is when we argue on the best option for the patient. and he is correct, the more we argue, the more we realize that there are a lot of options, for which we can decide which one is best.

sometimes when we look at things or problems, we are too close on concluding what is best based on our own experience, our point of view... to the extent that we dont give space for other alternative. and we are quick to judge who's suggestion to listen too. unfortunate but those whom we feel inferior to us (intellectually), we refuse to listen to them. im guilty of this 1. maybe we become too selective that we only choose those ideas which are similar if not the same with us. but the real value of arguing is not the fact that you got to depend what you stand for, but more importantly is the value of listening. entertain as much ideas as you want, accept the advantage and even explore the disadvantage!

Be open. its better said than done. very hard to do especially if the best idea came from somebody whom we never thought would think of. absorb each information and respect each idea presented. 

Accept. sometimes, we die for what we believe in, but not always the case, we have to swallow that pride and be a man! its not always that things turn out the way we want them to be.

and then evaluate. a friend surgeon of mine would always ask after his surgery, what did we do wrong? where can we improve? what can be done next time? these are the things that stimulates learning.

so when i go home and my wife starts to argue with me, i just smile, coz i know better ideas is just waiting to come up...

Miyerkules, Hunyo 8, 2011

some ass to kiss

from a laid back environment, i soon realized that city life is fast and very competitive. its a shock for me being in a university where the culture is very different , however, i stayed focus and was able to adapt.
it was a very difficult and gruelling process, there were times that i almost give up. i was alone then, no support group, and worst i cannot share my struggles to my parents because for sure they will not understand, they didt even graduated elementary. so what i did, i kissed evryones ass. and true enough, people are slowly recognizing me, either because they needed answers to their assignments (esp mathematics, thats my forte), or they want me as an errand boy. it has become my objective to please my classmates because i wanted them to accept me.

maybe my efforts paid, because by the time i graduated college, i was hailed "most loved classmate", i even have the sash to prove it. funny but its a geat achievement for me, because i got what i wanted and my confidence is gaining.

in medical school, same thing. but i now know which ass to kiss, i became a selective ass-kisser!!! but by this time, i had this wrong sense of heroism. i became the source of my cheating classmates. well, not 1 to be proud of, but i thought if ill be the source, it will inspire me to study more, because how can u be the source and you have nothing to share, right? secondly, i was their pet, and they like to feed me, for FREE of course. and i guess i dnt care if they become parasites, it would then be their struggle not mine when the board exam comes! and true enough, of the 13 classmates, only 5 passed, pity, but its their lesson, not mine.

well i guess, they have to kiss my ass now. sorry....

Martes, Hunyo 7, 2011

at last!

hmmm, quite surprising, but also a nice feeling to see people actually reading your blog.
although i dont consider myself a blogger not unless i hav 50 people reading my blog, (dont react, its my goal). but the joys of blogging for me realy is not the number of people actually reading what you wrote, but its like taking a pee. you dont care where you point it exactly, or whats the manner or position you did it, but its the feeling u felt after, the feeling of relief. AT LAST! and thats exactly i described it. its this heavy load that you wanted to share, not as a responsiblity, or a genuine vocation of inspiring, or to show off any letirary talent.
AT LAST! youve shown what youre made of! its an expression of how you lived your life. So i dont really care if you will like me or not, just let me pee.... ahhhh.. at last!

liberating dagumbaan!

well, u might say that i have a certain atachment to dagumbaan (my barrio, beloved).

back in my college years, i organized a group in the city. inclusive criteria or shall i say criterion: u r from dagumbaan. dat time we hav several members, probably around 60. our main goal, to have a support group, dat is also specific to our need (dat time, we need belongingness and friendship). its very hard to trust people in the city, worst, they cant understand when you start to talk about how delicious is lagutmon (rootcrop), when you find joy in swimming in the sapa (river, somtimes u swim together with d carabaos). these are pretty little things that made us, us. people in the city dont apreciate that!
 so back in our society- SWOOD (student and workers organization of dagumbaan- yah right pretty lame!!), we again reminish the simplicity of our humble barrio. simplicity that no other place or things could match. it is this simplicity that made me realize that we dont need money to be happy. we dont need complex gadgets or ultra advanced technology to experience life. simple things often ignored but made huge impact of who we are now.
now a friend of mine opened a site in a social network, and we get to invite all of those who are from dagumbaan, shocking but we realized we almost have kababarrio from anywhere in the world. we get to exchange experiences and even learn new cultures from the place they live in. but once in a while, we still go back and talk about our childhood, our teacher, our school, our river, our food, our parokya. and i realized, these are happy thoughts from simple things. these new technology liberated our kababayan. in a way each one of us has inspired each other to fly high, and to never be afraid.
yes dagumbaan is already liberated from its simple existence, but i think we are still not ready to liberate ourselves from dagumbaan... or shall  we ever be...

1st blog ever! amazing technology, d out s now in

its between amazement and pure disbelief!
i never thought in my wildest dream that id be doing this now, considering my influence... being raised in a barrio, by my parents who are both farmers. had my elementary in our low school( mababang paaralan lol), had my high school in the same environment. people never thought or expect much of you. they just want u to grow and be like them. not that i despised that life but that they never encourage you to dream big. maybe theyre afraid of failures. which in my case, have lots of it.
well, thanx to a dear friend, who also did not wait,  never afraid to fly, she inspired me, in a lot of things.
i told her, i wanted my story told, i wanted to inspire others, especially our kind (d unsophisticated ones hehe). she opened a lot of doors not just for me but to others like me.
if there is 1 thing im proud of, its my humble beginning. and im sharing this to a lot of kababarrios. there is this sense of inferiority, be it in school, in fashion, in conversing to others (which i fondly label as speech defect), i mean in almost evrthing we do. however, this became our greatest challenge, in short, were very eager to prove our mark, dying to be accepted, always striving to be better, never wanted to be forgotten. its not d most colorful journey but victories were celebrated no matter how trivial it is. so when i passed d physicians licensure exam 9 yrs ago, d 1st ever doctor n our barrio, dat is 24km radius, i said to myself, i made my kababarrio proud....

sorry o.r. call, more to come...