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An illusionist, is someone who weaves those dreams for others
An illusionist, is someone who weaves those dreams for others
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About Me
- Name: maan
- Location: Philippines
i'm a total coffee addict. a hypomanic who runs and flips wild in the wards. has to constantly check on my schedule not because i forget things, but because i just obsessive-compulsively do so. i love singing and dancing so much, i just love having fun. and don't mess around with animals when i'm around, unless you want to be scalpeled down to your bones (just kiddin').
- doc Karlito
- doc NRQ
- doc Margie
- doc Jannah
- doc Nina
- atty Dyanis
- Kyx Babzy
- Buboy
- Mike Velarde
- Raf
- Ayma
- Odezza
- UP Biochemistry Batch 2002
Tuesday, December 26, 2006
I was watching my TV, watching another musical show of Christmas Carol. Mom was sleeping in the next room. Dad was making another research paper while drinking his hot chocolate drink. It was about 10 minutes before the clock would strike 12, before everyone would greet merry Christmas to each other. Just like the past Christmases, I was excited. I woke mom up and told dad to turn off his computer. Dad turned on the stereo and played Christmas songs. We gathered around the Christmas tree and said a short prayer. And then I kissed mom and dad, and gave each other's gifts. I received a pink cellphone bag, a first installment for a promised new cellphone which will be given after the New Year. I gave dad a new polo and my mom a new bracelet. We took pictures. We gathered around the table and ate our noche buena. We were so happy.
That was my last Christmas. I would never celebrate Christmas like that again. There would be no more gathering around the Christmas tree and exchanging of gifts. No more Christmas kisses. No more noche buena. Dad is now gone. What is Christmas without a family?
I spent my Christmas this year in Surgery ward with Janna, my groupmate. We brought foods for the semi-noche buena for our residents, interns, and other co-clerks. I tried to have that Christmas spirit going, it somehow made others think that I was indeed celebrating. Truth was, I was praying for it to be over. Scenes of past Christmases kept flashing in my mind. I just couldn't stand it. I was miserable. I wore my reindeer head dress to boost my christmas spirit. Everyone was laughing and was amused by it. I tried to get drunk but to my disappointment, I didn't. I slept after the kissing rounds (an old tradition by the Surgery residents). Thanks God, I woke up and it's finally Christmas morning. I hurried to get off duty and met mom at Zapote. We went to dad, greeted him merry christmas. This time, there's definitely no hugs and kisses. It's like greeting into the wind...unheard...no reply.
posted @ 10:58 AM
I was watching my TV, watching another musical show of Christmas Carol. Mom was sleeping in the next room. Dad was making another research paper while drinking his hot chocolate drink. It was about 10 minutes before the clock would strike 12, before everyone would greet merry Christmas to each other. Just like the past Christmases, I was excited. I woke mom up and told dad to turn off his computer. Dad turned on the stereo and played Christmas songs. We gathered around the Christmas tree and said a short prayer. And then I kissed mom and dad, and gave each other's gifts. I received a pink cellphone bag, a first installment for a promised new cellphone which will be given after the New Year. I gave dad a new polo and my mom a new bracelet. We took pictures. We gathered around the table and ate our noche buena. We were so happy.That was my last Christmas. I would never celebrate Christmas like that again. There would be no more gathering around the Christmas tree and exchanging of gifts. No more Christmas kisses. No more noche buena. Dad is now gone. What is Christmas without a family?
I spent my Christmas this year in Surgery ward with Janna, my groupmate. We brought foods for the semi-noche buena for our residents, interns, and other co-clerks. I tried to have that Christmas spirit going, it somehow made others think that I was indeed celebrating. Truth was, I was praying for it to be over. Scenes of past Christmases kept flashing in my mind. I just couldn't stand it. I was miserable. I wore my reindeer head dress to boost my christmas spirit. Everyone was laughing and was amused by it. I tried to get drunk but to my disappointment, I didn't. I slept after the kissing rounds (an old tradition by the Surgery residents). Thanks God, I woke up and it's finally Christmas morning. I hurried to get off duty and met mom at Zapote. We went to dad, greeted him merry christmas. This time, there's definitely no hugs and kisses. It's like greeting into the wind...unheard...no reply.
posted @ 10:58 AM
My Favorite Things
Coffee!
Yummy chocolates...
Bags!
Classic Movies
My vanity table
Books books and more books!
Music...
Collectible Miniatures
My fave doll of all times...
Pennylane Alexandria Ianne
Charms and Beads
Letters and Memorabilia
My reliable organizer
My comfy study pillow and mini table
Embroidery stuff
Travelling Down the Memory Lane...
Little Maan
Highschool Blues
UP Pips
PLM College of Medicine
My Porcelain Doll Collection
