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Blog EntryOct 7, '11 5:26 AM
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Day One: The Beginning

On Sunday night Gracia could not sleep. She always took trips to the bathroom. I could see the seriousness of the pain she felt that time on her face, even though she was trying to show me the opposite. She was complaining about abdominal pain. She knew it was UTI. She just went on one-week medication exactly last month. But this time, it was more painful. I was trying to comfort her but I had a fever myself. So we hardly slept the whole night.

Day Two: Had Interstitial Pneumonia

Gracia and Nanay were so worried about me because I had no sipon and no ubo. It only meant that I might have infection. I could not drink any medicine without seeing a doctor except Biogesic because I also have allergy in medicine. But my fever would not go away. And it was like on and off. And once in a week I got fever. But the one I had last Sunday was the most painful.

On Monday morning, Gracia and I went to the Community Hospital and had urinalyses thinking that it could be UTI. After the long process and a series of waiting, the Urologist had already left and would come back on Wednesday. And some of the unprofessional hospital staff was adding to my irritation.

Even if I had fever, I still wanted to go to work since I promised TL Micah that October would be my month. And that’s true, my goal for October is to get 4 for my scorecard. But my fever was getting more serious this time and my joints were feeling worst and my nerves in my head and in my chest felt like strings of guitar being strummed every after minute. I also had LBM. So Gracia decided to take me to Doctors Hospital where they had checked my blood, my breathing, and I also had X-ray. In the process of it, I wanted to give up and just go to work and if they saw me crawling on my knees they might let me go home. But it would take me 3 hours to go to work and another 3 hours to get home. Not a better option.

When Dr. Dy checked my Urinalysis from Community Hospital, he said it was okay. I did not have UTI based on the result.

I am thankful that TL Micah was trying to help me. But after hearing the findings of the Dr. Dy, I rolled my eyes and could not imagine the face of TL Micah once he knew about my Interstitial Pneumonia. I could not mingle with people for the next three days while I go through medication because it is contagious. Dr. Dy insisted that I don’t report to work and I don’t travel for the next three days. I also needed to wear a mask so people around me and I could be safe.

I am thankful to TL Micah that he put me on VGH on Monday shift. When Gracia left me in the room, I heard a woman cry in our room where I was left alone. When Gracia was back, I didn’t tell a word for I did not want to entertain that kind of talk.

Day Three: Nightmares

Gracia was still feeling pain and I am still dealing with my on-and-off fever. I was also starting to feel pain when I peed. So it was not an easy day for the two of us. I felt something was not right about the whole thing and I went upstairs in our room which we hardly visit everyday. I played Gospel songs and I prayed there early at night all by myself. I could feel something was moving around me in that room but I refused to get distracted. I kept singing songs of praises. I heard the box of Gracia’s wedding gown moved like it was swaying in the air. I was feeling scared but I declared the presence of the LORD in our house. The evil spirit became still.

I went down and talked to Nanay and asked her to hold Bible Study at house. (Our house has three little homes. One for me and Gracia, another one for Ate Sheryl and Ken, and of course, the main house.) Nanay was happily and excitedly agreed to my request. So after dinner, we held a Bible Study. We discussed about Romans18:18-20. Our conversation extended to the exercise of power and authority our Lord Jesus Christ had given us.

And then we went to sleep and had a couple of nightmares.

I saw myself in a movie-like setting where two groups were fighting against each other with guns. The other group had real sturdy-looking guns while I as part of the other group had a funny-looking lizard toy gun which blew just like a normal gun would. Then my team had to jump off from a very high place down to a wide river or lake surrounded with many falls. I felt myself submerge into the dirty water like that of a pond. In my head there was a voice which was like doing the storytelling and it told me that that river had so many huge snakes. The moment the word snake was mentioned, I bumped into one. And yes, it was really a huge one like an Anaconda. But the swimming was only for few seconds. I swam out of the water and found myself in a reunion setting at a house I had never seen before which in my dream it was ours. My family was there and so did Gracia’s. Innocently I knew that I came home with a snake. In my head it was just the ordinary snake, not the Anaconda. But in that part of the dream, I was actually with a man who was only wearing a pair of pants. His whole body was covered with bleeding tattoos. His blood was burning like lava. He looked like the devil but it was not getting acknowledged by me in that dream. Then I remembered my baby sister Psyche in the other room of that house and I felt she was scared. So I took her and tried to comfort her in my arms. When we got down the man who had tattoos all over his body became a little girl whose face was like of an angel but the tattoos were still there, making her look like the devil. I was worried that the tattooed girl might get offended so I tried to comfort her. She tried to play with Psyche and the tattooed girl became a normal-looking kid. But she suddenly showed her tattoos on her head which became real devil horns and that made Psyche cry. I took Psyche away and all the elders in our families hold the young girl and casted out the devil from her. She was strong but we did not stop until the black spirit was released from her body. Then we prayed about our other family members who were sleeping for protection. Then I woke up and went to the bathroom. When I got back to the room, Gracia was awake, still in pain and I told her about my nightmare. Then I went to sleep again.

In my second dream, it was as if the continuation of the first one. Psyche was tall in that dream, her height reaching my shoulder. And she spoke fluent English. Then the setting changed so quick that we were all in a dark place. Only people were visible. It was like we were all in the outer space with no stars. We were having dinner and in the corner of my head, I was worried about Gracia’s niece named Kate who was in the upper room in that dream. After dinner I decided to confront the evil spirit with a Banana Que stick in my right hand. I went upstairs and found a huge dog standing on its four feet on a terrace. Then when I got nearer it changed to just a head of a beast I could not describe because I could not remember. Then it spoke to me. It said that there were nine who came ahead of me and all failed and I would also fail. But I told the beast that I knew what he was doing. We would cast him out and to fight back, the beast would make us remember all the bad past we had. And it’s not gonna work this time. I reminded the beast of his future and that is in hell. Then Gracia woke me up. She said I was crying and groaning in my dreams.

I prayed and went to sleep again.

Day Four: Revelations 20:9

Gracia and I went back to Community Hospital for another checkup. We had urinalyses again. Before we left home, there was blood in my pee. We finally met Dr. Valdez, the Urologist. He prescribed medicine to Gracia and when he saw mine, he worried a bit and advised to have my kidneys ultrasound. But Ultrasound Room was closed already that early in the afternoon that day. I had to come back by myself the next day.

When we got home, I shared with Nanay about my dreams. Then Gracia also shared her own experiences about the woman she heard laughing in the middle of the night and the person who lay next to her on her bed when she was alone which I also had experienced myself. The talk about the spirit of a little girl who was a shape-shifter in the area was also mentioned. That same girl could be the one in my dream. We prayed about it and read the Bible. She read to me Revelations 20:9-10. Verse 9 had made a powerful revelation to me. So I went upstairs and prayed there again and the comfort of the LORD filled me there. I thanked God for His protection and guidance in our families. I prayed for my families and friends and the churches. The night came and we had a peaceful sleep.

Day Five: The Results

I had to go to the hospital all by myself for Gracia had to report to work. She had been absent for three days, too. I went early in the hospital and was listening to The Anthem by Planetshakers. I was there as early as 7 a.m. but ultrasound for my kidneys would be around 10 a.m. I was thankful that I was the first one because I had to hold my pee until after the session and that hurt. When I had the result inside a white envelop which I had to bring to the urologist, Dr. Valdez was not there and I was asked by the nurse to come back at 2:30p.m.

I came back and praise God, it’s nothing serious. Just little medication and I’m good.

Blog EntryApr 20, '10 6:19 AM
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Just because my eyes don’t tear

Doesn’t mean my heart doesn’t cry

And just because I come out strong

Doesn’t mean there’s nothing wrong

Often I choose to pretend I’m happy

So I don’t have to explain myself

To people who would never even understand

Smiling has always been easier than explaining why I’m sad.

 

I received this untitled poetry by a text message from a college friend in July of 2006. Now reading this again, I found myself floating in the realization that this is so much like me. I am not currently sad, I am thankful with that. But like what the above poetry says, I don’t like explaining myself to anyone. I think I am not really good at it. So I decide not to do it anymore. I tried it before, the self-explaining part but I always failed. It only created more damages. So to avoid more complications, I rather not talk about me. I write them.


Blog EntryApr 18, '10 8:21 AM
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Writing is me. This passion grew up with me. It has developed through the years of challenging twists and turns of life. I had written about happiness. I had written about sadness. I also had written things in between, the grey spaces in between.

Along the way, I had met great people of different personalities. Their talents are amazing which had me influenced in so many ways. One of them is Christina M. Batac. She was my classmate and friend in high school. She was our editor in chief in our senior year. She had inspired me by her beautiful poems. Everyday I always looked forward to reading her new set of poems. All poems that she wrote seemed to have their own personality. It never failed me to be entertained and inspired by them.

Like me, she goes with so many pen names. One of my favorites of hers is aNANIEmous.

The following piece is written by her. This piece tells about a broken heart caused by a discontinued romance (err, where did I get that?) as she also narrated the power of pen or what we artists do when we are obsessed with our emotions. I have it posted here to share the talent she has with you all. For sure, some time in your life, you felt the same way when she was writing the poem below. Enjoy reading.

My Pen
By aNANIEmous

And here I am again
Crying along with my pen
The one I love has already left me
Who cares? Only my pen can see.  

He can leave for all I care
Though I really think it is so unfair
I have my pen anyway
To be with me everyday.  

My pen knows whenever I’m glad
She writes down the way I am sad
She comforts me whenever I want to cry
My pen is enough to make my tears go dry.  

Thanks to my pen, I am not alone
Though nobody’s there to ring my phone
Of course my pen can’t kiss me like he used to
Even my pen can’t replace him, too.  

There would be no reasons for me to love again
Guess I’ll just stick around with my pen
Like a friend to make me feel needed
‘Til the time I can have my heart mended.  

I am losing my life’s only happiness
And my pen can read my sadness
He is leaving me and it is breaking me
More than my pen can write and see.  

He will never know how much I’m hurting
But my pen will keep on writing
As long as this aching pain is here
My pen goes well along with each tear.

To love is to let go.

Written on March 10, 2004

Some people come into our lives and quickly leave. While some stay awhile, leaving footprints in our hearts And we are never the same. -aNANIEmous

Blog EntryApr 18, '10 8:20 AM
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How can I go when my heart wants no place but here?
When all the beautiful places in the world from far and near,
All those grandest castles with stains of promises and lies
Can only fool my eyes but never my heart that cries
Begging and telling you that I want it here with you
I want to be always with you!

Written on February 5, 2006

Blog EntryApr 18, '10 8:16 AM
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It was an ordinary afternoon
So ordinary I thought so
Never did I have a clue
It was the beginning of all that’s new.

It was an ordinary ride on the bus
An ordinary seat by the window
Sitting with these twenty-two
So clueless I was that I was with you.

My heart whispered I should look at my right
When I did, you were looking at me
And if love was true, how fool I asked!
It was the look in your eyes that I understood.

Suddenly the world was gone with its dreams
Nothing was left but you and me
Words were rushing in my head
So many of them, yet nothing was said.

Your eyes were speaking, they were speaking to me
Same questions, same odd emotions
How two strangers could be so home?
Could be so twisted by this new feeling?

Until everything found its colors and shapes
And reality bit our dream to wake us up
We remembered about this bus
The place of all places to find our love.

I watched you stood and boarded off the bus
Still looking at me with that smile
You crossed the street and waved goodbye
Neither one of us saw that rushing car.

That was a short twenty-four hours ago
Now I am standing from where you were
Dreaming of that beautiful smile
In silence I heard myself say, “I love you.”

Written On September 11, 2005

Blog EntryApr 18, '10 8:09 AM
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Don’t love me
‘Cause if you do, I have to love you, too.
I cannot afford to love someone now
I cannot spare a moment to think of you
Because I have many plans and dreams to think of first.
I cannot find time to wait for you in the nearby café
So that we can talk over many things you call love
When I know I have other things running in my head.
I don’t mean to sound harsh and selfish
But I would rather be selfish than to fake your fantasy
I may let you rant endlessly
But I cannot promise you I am listening
It is not that I don’t want to listen
It is just that I cannot focus to listen to anyone now
It is as simple as that.
I am sorry to hurt you
Oh, how I wish I could be more of a lover than of a dreamer
It pains my heart to disappoint you, to fail you
But in this way I am being honest to you
I am being true to myself.
I know someday when I am ready
I can give my whole self willingly
I know I can give romantic kisses and passionate advances
Oh, I hope that someone would still be you
But right now, don’t love me
‘Cause if you do, I have to love you, too.

Written On September 15, 2007

MusicApr 18, '10 7:57 AM
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Track 3 Untitled - 11-30-07 Unknown 
From The Inside Out Hillsong - Mighty To Save Hillsong 
Fernand Song - Same Old Ground   

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Blog EntryApr 16, '10 11:15 PM
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How can I let you go?
And forget all about you?
Can I keep a part of you?
Have it in me until I see you?
If you wish to really go,
Can you do it tomorrow?
Keep us one more night before you go
Or else, I have to wait for you.

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Blog EntryAug 14, '09 1:28 AM
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Scenario 1

Agent: Mr. ****, we didn't receive a payment from you on time and as a result, a past due fee was already assessed on your account.

Caller: I don't give a f*** care, Obama will fix it.



Comment: Adik ka, Sir.

Scenario 2

Agent: We only process your payment once we receive it. And we understand that you sent your payment a week earlier before the due date, however Mr. ****, we don't have control over the delivery of your payment.

Caller: And so do I. I don't have control over the delivery of my payment. I'm NOT the President of the United States!



Comment: The caller has a point. A lame one. Adik.

Scenario 3

Agent: OK, let me repeat what I just said. (And she did.)

Caller: What!? Do what now?

Agent: (Sighing after pressing the mute button.) Mr. ****, I was telling you…

Caller: What fees?

Agent: (On mute) Mamatay ka na sanang matanda ka!



Comment: Bad agent. Anyway it was so funny!

Scenario 4

Fernand Yim: I was in KFC, in line for my lunch. I was next to this beautiful African-American. She really has a beautiful butt. Arg, couldn't help it but noticed that.

Elve Jane: What a maniac.

Fernand Yim: Hey, I was appreciating, not lusting!



Comment: No comment.

Scenario 5

Agent: What city and state, please.

Caller: What?

Agent: What city and state, please.

Caller: What?

Agent: What city…and state…please.

Caller: What?

Agent: (Now irate) What city! City! City!



Comment: What a st**** caller.

Blog EntryAug 14, '09 1:20 AM
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A friend told me goodbye last night

The message was thickened with a thousandfold of hidden messages in it

However, I was not that stupid not to know

So I told him right from the blades of my tongue,

You want to die? Go on, die!

Don’t wait for me to stop you ‘cos I won’t stop you.

I would let you cut yourself so blood could be freed after many lame years of running into the same lame veins you have.

For sure it would take some minutes of pain and suffering,

Tears would join the smelly fresh blood,

Sweat would be there as well,

It was as if you still feared of the end of your life.

Death surrounded you so long before.

Not because it had found you

But because you searched for it and you took it home with you.

And don’t call me friend because we are not friends anymore.

Because if I was your friend, you would listen to me.

You wouldn’t just let me rant on and on when you always knew you never had ears for my words.

I pitied you so much.

I pitied you because you had never appreciated my being a friend to you.

Well, goodbye and good luck.

P.S. Don’t make another suicide note addressed to me. I would not be reading them.

Goodbye was enough to let me know that I was not a friend enough for you.

Goodbye.

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The above poem or whatever you call it was written last year. Forgot the date, though. It was written by someone I know so much. Forgot his name, though. Arg. Anyway when I was reading this again, while I was cleaning my old stuffs at home, I felt that weird feeling again that I am not sure if it was good one or bad. Sure thing was, it put some chill up my spine. It was like a ghost was standing right there, behind me. As if I believe in ghosts. #

Blog EntryJul 5, '09 9:43 PM
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Our Lady Of Guadalupe Shrine



Entrance To Fort Santiago



Golf Course In Intramuros



A Memory From The Past



San Agustin Church

Blog EntryJul 5, '09 9:39 PM
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Nikka Lynn.

Blog EntryJul 5, '09 9:33 PM
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They say pictures tell more stories than pen and papers. Anyway I do them both. So I tell more.

Blog EntryMay 21, '08 7:04 AM
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Have you ever experienced death twice in your life? This is exactly how it feels inside. Everything was starting really fine. It was so good that, I think I was carried away and became careless to some point. I knew this was coming but I got so confident that things would continue being great. Besides, I was really innocent with what happened in my previous employment.

However, I did not prepare myself a bit for something like this. You see, I lost my job for the second time around. It was still that same issue. It seems like I can't really run away from it. It is not that I am running from it. It is like I had been contaminated and it surely would take serious process of healing and getting over it. It always haunts me. It is so unfair. Why do I have to suffer for this? I am feeling weird emotions inside. I am thankful that I have so many wonderful friends who never get tired of cheering me up.

Now I am back to zero. But I am okay. Sure I will miss those new friends I met in Kgb_. I feels so sad that we are just starting to know each other more, then it happened. I want to thank all those people from Batch UK92. You know who you are and I wish you all the best in your career. Hope to see you again.

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Blog EntryFeb 25, '08 4:10 AM
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Welcome to the world, Jean Psyche!









Si Jojo: May sakit (Err! Ayaw lang maghugas ng mga pinggan!)





My little brothers: Alex, Calvin, and Ronron (Di magkakamukha!)



Alex and Ronron: Who is uglier?




Calvin without his mask! (Still scary...effortless pa yan!)


Alex fresh from Mindanao




Blog EntryJan 24, '08 2:25 AM
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"Happiness was with me when I met you, that was the best gift I had received I just couldn't let go. But time is twisting and turning, and everything grows and changes, I know they've found you, no one has found me yet, but I think I'm okay. Thanks."

NoteGuestbook
   
fernandyim wrote on Apr 19, '10
Hey thanks! I do feel the same way in your posts. Keep writing!
flutterby07 wrote on Apr 17, '10
i enjoy reading your litt. and looking at your pics. Its great knowing I know of someone who can relate to what i have passion for. :D
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