June 24, 2008

CHARD mamiss kita

Buong lakas ng loob akong nanguna upang Makita ka I though I was the bravest one among us Akala ko sa dami ng pagkakataong nasuong ako sa Ganun Kakayanin ko tignan ka at hawakan man lang Pero tuloy-tuloy lang ang mga luha May kirot na hindi maisplika Huminto ang bawat pintig ng oras Ngaung hindi ka na namen makakasama Life took you away without formal goodbyes Never realized how much things would changed without you around I’m fine just waiting for you to come every Saturday night But now it’s only in our hearts that we come to spend a quite while Brad…bro… gimikero.. Ninong… gwaping… tito Sandamakmak na tawag sa’yo Pero sa amin “chard” ng buhay namen Do we really need to say goodbye? Do we really need to say it’s over now? Do we really need to wave farewell? Now that you’ve gone ahead from us Hindi ako magpapaalam sayo Dahil palagi kang nasa puso ko Isang malaking parte na kailanman Mananatiling sa’yo kaibigan ko Chard magkikita uli tayo Chard magkakasama sama uli tayo Chard magiging buo uli tayo Sa tamang oras ay muling aarangkada Ang trip ng ating barkada. We’ll miss you much… we love you.
                            

October 31, 2007

0.3% (long version)

I already started this “piece” and posted in my blog… but then let me make some corrections and indulge into more ideas… I attended a seminar called “Pharmacogenomics and Pharmacogenetics”… sounds the same though actually they are just a part of each other. Its like saying genetics is the building block of genomics… that’s an easier way of putting it - I believe.

            Something struck me in between the lecture… and let me reiterate this, our system, in fact each one of us, is made up of about 3 billion DNA bases. So what you’ll say. Mababago ba nito ang pagtaas ng gasoline at diesel na syang binabalita ngayon sa news flash habang ginagawa ko ito o kaya mabubuhay ba nito ang mga nasawi sa glorietta 2 kahapon. Ang sagot ko, maaarinh hindi na nito mapapalitan ang nakalipas na Ngunit maaari nitong baguhin nag bukas… at mangyayri yun kung babasahin mo ito ng buo at nanamnamin mo ang message ko.

            Basically let me correct this one… madalas isisi sa GENES ang lahat ng mga kamalian sa ating ‘KATAWANG TAO” (a line adopted from miss rose Ann de vera). But I learned that it’s not actually the GENES that makes it, grandeur for some and miserable for others… it’s actually the arrangement of these ALPHABET codes of genes that makes and breaks who we are. Oo alam ko parang gumulo… huwag kang mag alala ako din nagulantang, napanganga at natulala ng 10 segundo… of course, kasama dun ang nakanganga at nakatulalang facial reaction.

            Ganito yun. Pamilyar ka ba sa mga codes na CGA, TGA, GTA at blah blah blah… ito ay madalas mong makasalamuha sa iilang mga discussions ni SIR BALMAS sa biochemistry… kahanay ng mga amino acids na mataimtim mong sinasaulo at may code code ka pa. These codes arrange into billions and billions of combinations… tinalo pa ang possible combination na pwedeng lumabas sa lotto…. So kapag tama ang combination – meaning the arrangement – ng mga letrang ito… kaboom pwede ka ng lumaban sa miss universe at rumampa bilang world’s next top model. Subalit datapwa’t kung ang genes mo ay medyo natutulog noong maghasik ang ating panginoon ng spelling lessons, ayun na… lalabas na ang tunay mong kulay kahit pa maligo ka ng 16 metric tons ng likas papaya soap mixed with pure citrus microcarpa. So dito ko rin napagtanto na ang wrong spelling pala talaga ay maraming magagawa.

            So balik tayo sa coding… so kung CGA ang code at naging CGG ka… patay ka tsong… ingat ka… yun ang sisihin mo kung bakit kahit ilang polymorph structure ng glutathione ang sipsipin mo, o i-inject ng diretsa sa vertebral column mo… eh toxicity lang ang napapala mo at ang kili-kili mo ay patuloy pa ring lumalahi sa activate charcoal. Pasok din dito ang cases kung bakit kapag G6PD deficient ang bata hindi mo siya pwedeng bigyan ng sulfonamides, dahil kapag isa kang pharmacist at kinalimutan mu ang matinding ADR na ito, igbak ka, magkakroon ng hemolytic anemia ang patient mo… at asahan mong sisihin ka ng ilang healthcare professionals dahil dapat alam mo ito. At sa kasamaang palad hindi mo pwede isisi ang kamalian mo sa genes mo.. hindi genes yun pre… retrograde at antergrade amnesia ang tawag dyan o simpleng hindi ka aksi nakikinig kay ma’am crystal (ehem ehm ako un) nung mag discuss siya ng ADR sa Pharmacy 8 subject nyo. Akala mo kasi alam mo na ang lahat at Magaling kang magsaulo… tsk..tsk… hahaha (pasok sa parinig di bah?)

            So here’s the big catch… of the 3 billion DNA bases, 99.7% (not 97, error ko yun sa blog), are shared. Meaning, lahat tayo ay magkakatulad din. Sa dinami-dami ng mga combination na iyon, eh lahat pala tayo pantay lang ang chances sa pagkapanalo sa lotto. Pero there’s the greater CATCH. The remaining 0.3% makes us UNIQUE. Huwaatttt????

            Oo alam ko susugod na naman ang mga pinagpalang utak, at mga tinitingalang mga HENYO ng MUNDONG ito… 0.3% negligible nga naman… baka nga kapag nilagyan pa natin yan ng statistical analysis eh babagsak tayo sa very, very low significance sa percentage na yan. Kung grade yan… talamak na bagsak yan at kahit mag donate ang buong class nyo… Mahirap hirap bunuin ang 100%.

            But hey… STOP… hindi naman quantitative significance ang importante… pero sige kung yan ang gusto nyo sasabayan ko yan. Kahit 80 lang ang math grade ko sa buong pag-aaral ko, at laging math subjects ang sumisira sa mga scholarship ko… except geometry… hassler ako sa sukatan…. Yang 0.3% na yan eh may katuturan din….

            0.3% of 3 billion is approximately 1million. 1 million… mahalaga ang amount na yan… kasing dami ng dating 1st prize ng deal or no deal… makakabili na din yan ng 5 Suzuki swift car, o kaya 5 Honda jazz automatic… isang unit sa Avida condominiums, full time tuition fee sa med school ng 3 semesters… and basically that’s the same number of GENES that makes you UNIQUE…

            So why be sad kung hindi ka maputi? Why envy other people’s wealth or desire what they have? Why be low self- esteemed if others can speak fluently in English and you don’t? Why settle for mediocrity if you have a million reasons to rise up and be the best of what GOD has given you? Why be shy? Why hesitate to do good? Why be afraid to be the best? Why be afraid to be called the best? Why be afraid to talk about god? Why be afraid to be good or nice to your enemy? Why be afraid to stand for what you believe? Why be afraid to cry? Why be afraid to be who you are? And given the vast and unlimited whys of this existence…

            Here’s my piece: our GOD is a loving and just GOD. He is not a GOD who punishes us if we missed our Sunday obligations. He is not a GOD who spikes and smites like an Ant bully. He is not a GOD who burns our bushes and makes fun of us and sinks us in despair so that we will cling desperately to him. He is not a GOD who will allow us to become poor and lose all our earthy belongings so that we can recognize his power.

            Our GOD is a LOVING GOD who bestowed us 3 billion genes that makes us equal with all yet UNIQUE in some ways. He is a LOVING FATHER who stays with us even if we accused him of being a smitter and spiker. He is a FRIEND who offers his hand and shoulder so we could lean on him and hold on to him while we are learning to forgive and heal our own wounds and pains. With this, be glad… be thankful… coz our GOD created 0.3% gene bases that makes us UNIQUE!!! THAT MAKES THE DIFFERENCE…

            

October 29, 2007

definitioN

define TANGA... babaeng pumatol sa di kagwapuhan kasi desperado lalakeng nakabuntis dahil hindi nag ingat nadukutan sa kanto nangaliwa at nahuli sa akto mali ang nakopya mali ang pinakopya o ang tamang TANGA BA ay ang taong naghihintay sa OBVIOUS na WALA!!!

October 19, 2007

0.3% makes a difference

its been a long and fruitful day.. i just finished a half day seminar on pharmacogenomics... interesting as it is... i learned that the body is made up of over 3 billion DNA bases that basically charaterizes who we are... specifically those minute codes imbeded in our systems direct why we have fair complexin, tall or short height, blond hair, blue eyes... scientifically includes why some are G6PD deficient and can't tolearte sulfonamides or why black people tolerate beta blockers while caucasians response more to ace inhibitors... basically these are all attributed to the 3 billion DNA bases as i have said... but here's the idea 97% of those bases were shared... meaning all of us have it our system... but the catch is this only 0.3% makes the difference...

meaning less than 1% in every one of use makes us unique... well... maybe yes prcentage wise 0.3% might be negligible but expressing it as a whole 0.3% of 3 billion is approximately 1million... so why be sad? why envy people who have things that you only desire? why settle for mediocrity? why become the slave? why wait for someone who don't appreciate your existence? why be one of them... if mathematically there are a million reasons to be PROUD OF WHO YOU ARE!!!

...basically 0.3% makes the difference... PAG ISIPAN MO!!!

October 09, 2007

STILL

WHen the coean rise and thunders roars

i will soar with you above the storm

... GOD please stay with ME

September 17, 2007

HOLD ME WHILE I'm LeTTING GO!!!

            A lot of people would tell us that letting go was like a disease that slowly and painfully pierces through our souls. None of us would even want to experience this dreaded disease but it is inevitable and sometimes too contagious like our common cold.

            Yes perhaps letting go is like a common cold… sometimes you cannot expect when it will hit you. And once you acquire it, the clogged nose, aching sinuses, throbbing HA and the coughs seems to drain energy up to the last breath.

            Letting go is made up of two common and simple words… yet most often is it the most complicated feeling in this world. When can “letting” and “going” be a simple thing when the very idea is you have to,”let go” of something or someone that allows you to breath… allows you to dream… allows you to move forward… allows you to be a better person. How can we let go of something that makes us HUMAN and ALIVE?

            Sometimes I wonder, is ‘LETTING GO” more of a choice or a task. Should I let go because I had no options? Or should I let go because I am ordered to let go even if I wanted to hold on. Sounds the same right? But seeing through the words, it’s not even comparable to what lies inside us. When it’s a choice I can fight for it… I have the freedom to make it through or simply end it… but when it’s a task I had no way of defying it.

            24 years of existence revealed to me the many facets of letting go, most of it, was a TASK, seldom was it a choice.  Though the people saw it as a choice… inside me, I really had no options.

            For quite awhile I was used to the fact of just walking away while I still know myself. Far beyond the pain of letting go is simply losing your inner peace.  Sometimes we get attached to someone that when its time to open our hands, the pain radiates through the innermost parts of our existence. The pain seems to cramped my heart… a penetrating stabbed of unknown sharp object seems to crossed the walls of our bones and corrupt our consciousness.

            But if you may think that the pain ends there, I tell you it only just had begun. For after the piercing pain… the fact that when nobody runs after you or refuse to let you go, even adds to the slow death of your heart.

            A death that even if you are breathing… even if the heart functions well… the brain waves are normal… the innermost person in you simply dies… it feels nothing knows anything and would even want to stay as nothing.

            I always ask wheres the good in goodbye when the person that makes it worthwhile is not by your side. Where’s the good in good night when no one would even shelter you from the shivering coldness of the dark night. And when can letting go, be “let” go when consciousness would not even justify the fact of logical Letting and living.

My point is… letting and going simply isn’t easy after all.

August 20, 2007

The Meaning of LOneliNESS

I’ve taken my hands off my indispensable keyboard for quite sometime. I had a BUSY LIFE for quite awhile. I needed to answer the many demands of the world around me. Work loads were everywhere; lectures seem to file up everyday, people and acquaintances color the subtle and sometimes gray matters of my existence and yet I took off from the heart of my SILENT SIDE.

A lot of people knew me, simply KNEW ME. But only few KNOWS WHO I REALLY AM Lately I was push to face so many revelations and changes. I thought somehow months ago the time of my life to savor a romantic relationship. But we had the right love at the wrong time. It was a great relationship taken from the oven at an untimely moment. It turned out uncooked and cannot be savored till the very last bite.

I had to give him up… knowing I was trap between the family I had to support and I profession that demands my life.

LOVE showed me its many facets. You might think I haven’t loved at all.. but I tell you I almost saw it all.

I once love a guy who was great… he was nice… he was the ideal BF for such young age of 12. But he was like that to every girl that comes his way. At that early age, I’ve experienced to love somehow who was never content with only one, and as it is, it never really last.

I have loved a guy who emotional. He was a friend… a dear friend but maybe we were better off as friends.

I met the guy who turned to be the man I’ll love for the rest of my life. It was whirlwind romance of fights and romance. But we were young… we had mistakes… he made a promise I kept with me through this very day. Somehow in my dreams, I kept holding on to those promises though in reality I have accepted that he now belongs to young girl and their son.

Years passed… it was normal for me to live a life out of a WELL KNOWN LIFE. I was known for achievements and achievements… but inside, the WARRIOR was a crying and hurtful child… hoping, wandering, and waiting for her KNIGHT to come a hug her fears away.

Along the inevitable happenings of college life, I met a guy who’ll love me greatly. We shared moments that were very dear to me. Moments I see as days of learning… loving and seeing the beauty in spite of the many challenges of growing up. But it didn’t last…

And yes I thought after years again of hoping, finally it was love at my doorsteps. But soon enough it had to end… for I needed to fix my family and face the responsibility of being a child more than being a lover.

And here I am in front of my dearest best friend… my computer. It knew me more than anyone in this world. My computer knows the very impulse that runs fast through my brain… the hurts that hides underneath my smiles. The longing under the strength of my clothes… it knew how I feel when everybody seem to understand the other way around. My computer understood who I am like nobody in this world ever done. My computer and the LORD our GOD were my only best friends. They knew me without questions. They saw tears when I poster a smile. They knew I needed a hug when everybody thought I was on my own. They saw the real me when everybody else judged me. They were the only ones who were there.

…and maybe that the meaning of being lonely… so you’ll know the LORD who gave you strength and love nobody can ever do.

OBITUARY

OBITUARY

It was 7:16 in the evening of August 20, 2007, when the UNIQUE CRYSTAL JMEE G. HERNANDEZ, a registered pharmacist and instructor has peacefully joined her Creator. It was a sudden departure diagnosed of SEVERE HEART FAILURE due to LIVING the LIFE of an OLD SELF.

Dying from the OLD SELF of TWO WORLDS, crystal was dear to have often brightened up a gloomy room of faces. Her antics would simply rush through the pulsating blood of lonely hearts. She would crack a good joke at the very moment when almost everyone needed to find a reason to jump in joy. She had the ears to listen even if nobody cared enough to listen to her inner signs. She full-heartedly caresses the aching and crying hearts of people around her even if deep down inside she suffers the inevitably failure of her heart.

She would often go to class early in the morning. Seat beside the window look hopefully at the students sitting at the PGT bench… some rush their way to catch their too early first class, or some would even savor the many facets of going to school. Not all people may know, but that was her relief. It was her hope… her dream… that these young people may not passed through the road she had been.

She often would find joy at glancing at people, and seeing their true beauty by the little things they do. It was her calling to have always offered her life for the people who needed one. It was a great martyrdom for someone, until there was a point when she was left with nothing - a self of love for others but none for herself.

She had a LIFE lived in the UNKNOWN knowledge of most people who knew her. A warrior deemed victorious in so many ways… yet badly wounded through life’s battles. She was a great DICTIONARY of words that could heal a broken heart… mending a broken dream or boosts a dying ego. She was a friend, a best friend, a loyal friend and true friend to people she deems dear and important.

But none was able to see the asymptomatic presence of a complicated heart failure. It was slow but the progressive pathway of neuronal failure and emotional collapse triggered the untimely death of her old self.

It all started 18 years ago when at the young age she had to build a GREAT DREAM out of her young mind and body. She was driven to reach the top of her class by easing the pain of slick bamboo stick. Sometimes even wondering how intelligent one should have been to be deemed intelligent and victorious at her age. She went home with ribbons, medals and trophies yet she found no happiness in having one. at a very dear age, she pursued happiness. She took many roads, thinking they lead to the happiness she was about to unfold… but most of it taught her the other facet of life.

Days turn into years and her asymptomatic condition progress into a more dreaded disease. For most of the times, she was ok, or so, she felt ok. But the ABSENCE OF SYMPTOMS IS NOT THE ABSENCE OF A DISEASE. Her heart grow strong… her personality and character flourish but the weak side of longing to have been loved for all that she really is, kept on necrotizing the normal cells of her emotional psychic. A Cytotoxic drug of unknown genre triggered the fast and dreaded heart failure. Perhaps it was nearly contraindicated for her condition but somehow became beneficial.

At 24, accomplished and had proven too much for her time, the DREADFUL disease has reached the core of her life. It sucked out all the innocence of yesteryears. And forceful she had to bid goodbye to the OLD SELF.

Months before her condition took out her time, she met GOD. In the most unexpected place and time, along the many journeys of her existence, she MET the one TRUE GOD who gave her the strength to face her OLD SELF dying days.

The agonies and tears that slowly and painfully haunt her everyday for the last days of her life, GOD prescribed the best medicine – LOVE! Through GOD, crystal remained victorious and accomplished in spite of the many wrong things that have triggered her disease. A multi-organ failure summarized it all.

There were thousands of reasons to blame… to hate… to justify why she was held captive under the undeniable pain of her condition… but GOD ANSWERED IT ALL. He erased them all and rests her soul in serenity.

SHE WAS A CHANGED LADY BEFORE DEATH!

And as she ascend to the NEW SELF… her story lies true and strong for the people that once loved her and cared for her. They knew that in dying with the OLD SELF, she has found the NEW SELF of life with the LORD.

With this as I closed the many secrets and greatness that she wants to keep secret between her and GOD, I salute the GREATNESS of a WOUNDED WARRIOR who have victoriously battled out the DREADED DISEASE and left this world of OLD SELF.

SHE RESTS NOW IN PEACE with HER CREATOR!

LOVinG

Loving without expecting in return gave me so much joy, but at one point, that love slowly took away who I was. Slowly the love has turned into questions I could not even find ways to deal with. Every love… every moment has gradually crossed the lines of doubt.

I started asking why. I started asking who. I started wandering in doubt and pain. I felt jealousy… I felt selfishness… I felt alone… I felt grudge… I felt anger. Slowly I’ve turned into a monster of my own doing. My pangs grew its fierce edge… my tails grew longer… my head aches in pain from my towering devilish horns. And I have turned into a humongous, scary monster hiding inside an angelic face of cheer.

The road was dark… I wanted to shout for a name… I did… but no one answered my calls. I tried to run… run as fast as I could… run towards nothingness… run till I reach the unreachable edge… run and run… run until my legs outburst in pain… pain and bleed until I feel no more.

I arrive in a strange-familiar place. I know I’ve been there… but everything seems undecipherable. It seems like I was cast into a dark fortress of doom beyond the very simply desires of my heart. All I wanted was a rest in a blissful serenity… but no one took me there. They all left my soul… my heart. Now that I bleed no one could even coagulate my “fraxiparized” blood.

I bumped into a man who’s been unnoticeably standing in front of me. He asked who I was… I saw my feet… my bleeding and tired feet… my knees were trembling… I saw my bear hands… covered with soil… hands that I could not moved. And somewhere amidst the muddy soil… I saw a girl from the water reflection… she looked like me but as unlike me. She was clean… she was happy… but I was the opposite. And then I felt my knee kissed the earth… my hand spread out in free… and I felt the endless stream of tears running through my cheeks… I raise my head and I pray…

God… PLEASE HELP me… help me know the person who I was, I am and will be. Lead me to the self I loss when I loved. Show me the way to love myself again. Panginoon hindi ko po alam ang daan pabalik… natatakot akong iwan ang halimaw na ginawa ng sobrang pagmamahal. Natatakot akong iwan ang taong akala ko ay mamahalin ako. Panginoon sa iyo lang po ako kumakapit ngayon… tulungan mo po akong bigyang “HALAGA” ang pusong nagmamahal.

Panginoon alam ko po hindi nya alam ang aking tunay na halaga. Ngunit alam kong walang dapat pagsisihan sa aking pagmamahal. Marahil ako po ay nagmahal lamang ng sobra hanggang sa wala ng matira.

LORD TODAY MY LIFE I RAISE TO YOUR WILL...

July 17, 2007

In the MiddLE Of NowHEre

Maybe it wasn’t meant to be

Hoping I would found my glee

You were a stranger I learned to love

But sooner the feelings had stopped

Didn’t really know what brought me here

Was it the eyes that stares I could not resist

Or maybe the irresistible laughter and cheer

Somehow I thought I found my bliss

You were so near

But yet so far

Close enough to hold

Yet I cannot unfold

Everyday I make you a part of me

Yet almost everyday I ask what I feel

Was I there inside your heart?

Or simply someone who play a part

Sometimes I could not heal the pain

The tears helplessly roll down in faint

Do you love me because you only needed me?

Or do you need me because you loved me?

I can’t answer my own queries

My heart is in deep misery

Maybe there aren’t any good in goodbye

Except the fact that I’m out of your life.