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Illusions are dreams that come to surface when we least expect
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, April 03, 2007
Drumroll please...
Ladies and gentlemen, you may all know me well, but please allow me to reintroduce myself, I am now officially called, Charmaine Ann Magno Rabago, M.D. (applause, applause...) Haha! This time the nurses won't call me Doctora out of mere courtesy but because I am now really a doctora! Yeba! Actually, this blog was supposed to be posted 2 days ago but I ran out of internet hours, so there. I wrote this blog so differently then but moods change and I have a different frame of thinking today.
The whole graduation experience was like living a dream. It's like I was in a trance. It happened so quick that I had to ask myself over and over again if it's actually real. I was kinda disappointed, though, cause we were mixed with the other college degree graduates and we were the last to march and we didn't march all the way to the front for everyone to see us. It felt kinda wonderful to be stared and watched by other parents of college graduates differently, they were like wondering why our academic gowns were so different from their children's, plus our beret is octagonal. Well, what more can I say...(yabang noh...grin)
Everyone told me that my dad should have been proud of me and that he was there watching me. I kept on looking around, especially when my name was called on the stage to receive my diploma, but nope, I didn't see him. I was actually expecting to see a ghost standing maybe between Dr. Tayabas, the university president, and Dr. Galvez, the college dean. But I guess dad was not allowed to take a leave and visit the earth for a moment. He missed my big day. Again.
It was definitely a turmoil of different emotions. It's such a good thing I have friends who shared the same emotional rollercoaster ride. The pictures I've posted here are the same pictures that you would find in my friends' blogs. We look so cute that we can't get enough of ourselves.
The doctors...seriously...
...tearfully...
posted @ 10:59 PM
Drumroll please...
Ladies and gentlemen, you may all know me well, but please allow me to reintroduce myself, I am now officially called, Charmaine Ann Magno Rabago, M.D. (applause, applause...) Haha! This time the nurses won't call me Doctora out of mere courtesy but because I am now really a doctora! Yeba! Actually, this blog was supposed to be posted 2 days ago but I ran out of internet hours, so there. I wrote this blog so differently then but moods change and I have a different frame of thinking today.The whole graduation experience was like living a dream. It's like I was in a trance. It happened so quick that I had to ask myself over and over again if it's actually real. I was kinda disappointed, though, cause we were mixed with the other college degree graduates and we were the last to march and we didn't march all the way to the front for everyone to see us. It felt kinda wonderful to be stared and watched by other parents of college graduates differently, they were like wondering why our academic gowns were so different from their children's, plus our beret is octagonal. Well, what more can I say...(yabang noh...grin)
Everyone told me that my dad should have been proud of me and that he was there watching me. I kept on looking around, especially when my name was called on the stage to receive my diploma, but nope, I didn't see him. I was actually expecting to see a ghost standing maybe between Dr. Tayabas, the university president, and Dr. Galvez, the college dean. But I guess dad was not allowed to take a leave and visit the earth for a moment. He missed my big day. Again.
It was definitely a turmoil of different emotions. It's such a good thing I have friends who shared the same emotional rollercoaster ride. The pictures I've posted here are the same pictures that you would find in my friends' blogs. We look so cute that we can't get enough of ourselves.
The doctors...seriously...
...tearfully...
...triumphantly...
...disappointedly ("Please see the Registrar," what?)...
...insanely...
...happy!
nilagay talaga kami sa likod...as in...
waiting our turn for the spotlight
with my groupmates...el familia
just me and my mom to savor the moment
...disappointedly ("Please see the Registrar," what?)...
...insanely...
...happy!
nilagay talaga kami sa likod...as in...
waiting our turn for the spotlight
with my groupmates...el familia
just me and my mom to savor the moment
posted @ 10:59 PM
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
