First time. First love.
I so love the 80’s!
Category: Life & Love
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Reference: http://pinoypicks.com/hospital-refused-to-admit-a-pregnant-woman-baby-dies-during-labor/
Namatay ang isang sanggol dahil hindi hinayaang ma-admit ng doktora ang ginang na nagle-labor dahil PhP 6,000 lang ang dalang cash ng mag-asawa. Aabutin daw ng PhP5,000 ang magagastos sa laboratory at kailangan daw na PhP20,000 ang hawak nilang pera bago sila ma-admit.
Base sa post ni Andrew Pelayo, November 2015 pa lang ay sa UST Hospital na nagpapa-check up ang misis nya. Logical lang na doon sila pupunta in case may maramdaman ang misis nya. Sinabing mula UST Hospital ay nagpunta pa sila ng Jose Reyes pero pinili nilang bumalik sa UST dahil sa kakulangan ng pasilidad gaya ng incubator. Nasa sa isip ko tuloy na baka pre-mature labor ang nangyari kung kaya’t emergency situation talaga ito. And take note na kapag emergency situation, aburido na ang tao. Maaaring wala syang cash on hand pero magagawan nya ng paraan kinabukasan.
Bakit sila bumalik sa UST Hospital? Mas malapit dun eh. Nasa isip siguro ng mag-asawa na ia-admit na si misis kasi ginawa naman nila ang sinabi na lumipat ng ospital. Mula UST Hospital hanggang East Avenue Medical Center, aabutin sila ng +/- 30 minutos. Buhay ang sinisikap nating sagipin dito—buhay ng ina at ng sanggol.
Sa mga elitistang hindi makaunawa at sinisisi pa ang mag-asawa sa nangyari, harinawang palagi kayong may pera para hindi ninyo maranasan ang dinaranas ng mga taong salat sa pinansyal na aspeto ng buhay. Kung si misis ay wala naman sa emergency situation at feel nya lang manganak sa UST Hospital, dun kayo maasar kasi meron namang mas abot-kayang ospital para sya dun manganak. Pero emergency situation ang nangyari at palagay ko naman, wag na ang pagiging doktora o doktor, bilang tao man lang—may moral responsibility tayo sa kapwa. Sana nagpasensya kayo ng konti sa abala ng mag-asawa. Kung ganun ang nangyari, hindi sana panlalait sa social media ang daranasin ng doktora nyo at ng ospital.
Maging mapagkalinga po tayo sa kapwa. Maging maunawain po tayo sa mga taong nangangailangan. Hindi natin alam ang buhay, baka balang-araw, tayo rin ang mangailangan ng awa at pag-intindi.
PS: More power to East Avenue Medical Center!
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When I was younger, I used to get hurt over people leaving me. Good-bye was something that I hated. The pain was too much for me to handle. I felt useless.
Somebody from grade school asked me if we could be friends then. I gave her my best but unfortunately, she thought that the friendship was a mismatch. She wrote me a letter to tell me that the friendship was over. I did not cry; I just accepted that maybe, we were really a mismatch.
Two decades later, the friendship was rekindled and I thought that being adults, we could establish a deeper level of friendship this time. I had the best times of my life in her company. Then we got busy with our personal lives and never resumed the friendship. In my heart, I knew it was her second good-bye. I was very hurt the second time she turned her back on me.
She was not the first to say good-bye to me. Include my ex-boyfriend and the people who I thought considered me as part of their life. I was very emotional before about good-byes.
Now that I’m older, I realize that there is actually good in good-bye. If two people can’t connect with each other and only one is willing to compromise, it’s better to say good-bye. Somebody much deserving will be given to replace them.
The good in good-bye is accepting that there’s nothing we can do to make a person stay and those who stayed deserve our love and loyalty. Don’t cry over those who left. Rejoice over those who stayed.
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In relation to my previous post about the photo album that I intend to deliver to my ex through a common friend, my final decision is to burn it when I get home later.
I don’t need to keep an item that’s not even mine in the first place. If the owner does not want it back, I don’t want it and I don’t need it either. It’s not my memory for me to keep. I had the best intention for giving it back to him but it seemed that his party misinterpreted it.
Anyway, you might ask why should I use a middleman to send the album back. In 2011, I offered to send it back to him but we did not agree on some things like where to send it and to whom should I send it. Logically, my name couldn’t be seen on the sender part because his wife might misinterpret it. A meet up was not possible because to be honest, while I missed the person during those times, my values as a married woman held me back.
So last Thursday, while running through some stuff, I saw his green album again and decided to let it go forever. This is kind of symbolic because I intend to let go of the person as well. Not that I haven’t moved on because I already did a year and a half after the break-up but I want him to be totally out of my life. I guess that the feeling is mutual; our family has something to do with it. No, my husband is never mad at him or at the other ex–I am fortunate to have found a very secured man who does not give a damn about my exes.
Let’s just put it this way—people move on and let go at different time phase. If a person does not cherish anymore an item that reminds him/her of an ex and consider it as clutter, then that person has totally eliminated that affection from his/her system.
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He was probably so in love with me before so he asked me to safekeep his photo album containing his childhood photos with his family and his photos with his officemates.
I was probably so in love with him even after the break-up so I took care of his photo album.
In 2011, I asked him if he wanted to have it back but it didn’t push through for a number of reasons. Maybe I was still emotionally attached to him and losing his childhood photos would mean a disconnect from his life so I didn’t push the idea.
I’ve been keeping the album for 9 years now after the break up. Coincidentally, it was on a cold January morning when he said it was over between us. It took me a total of 9 years to finally accept and move on with my life without traces of his memory.
It’s not that ours was a tragic love story as there were good times, too. But I stopped caring about his memory and its preservation. It’s not that I hate him, I just moved on without a trace of hurt or bitterness.
I asked a common friend if he wanted to be the middleman for the package but he seemed apprehensive because he was afraid that my ex would take it negatively. I told him to ask my ex if he wanted his album back or I’ll just burn it because I don’t need it either.
His album is not for me to keep. Being a sentimental person, I assumed that his wife and kid/s would love to see his childhood through the photos. But if my ex says that the album is no longer important to him, then I’ll do the honor of burning it to kill the memories it brings to the real owner and the keeper.
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I feel sorry for the parents of the victims of the recent car crash in Tagaytay.
To those who are criticizing the kids because “tinakas lang ang sasakyan” and the parents did not know about the road trip, please stop. They were just kids; just send your condolences to the family of the victims. Your tactlessness wouldn’t help to ease the parents’ pain.
They were just kids who wanted to explore. All of us wanted to prove ourselves when we were younger. We wanted to be free to prove that we could do things. We wanted to go places but always had the intention to come back home. We believed that the kids from the TV series Beverly Hills 90210, TGIS and Tabing-Ilog were the coolest; and we wanted to be like them. We wanted to prove mommy and daddy that we survived traveling at night. We just laughed at their concern but deep inside, we were so touched by their love.
Yes, they were just kids and for sure they were sorry they offended their parents. The last one alive must be crying not just out of physical pain, but more of the thought of not seeing her family again. So please, don’t be hard on them. They were just kids who unfortunately had to go ahead of us.
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With all due respect sa taong nakadisgrasya ng dalawang glass window namin sa second floor ng bahay dahil sa kwitis, ikakampanya ko ang pagbabawal ng pagbebenta at pamimili ng mga paputok para sa mga kadahilanang:
- Pasikat- maraming tao ang pasikat magpapaputok. Buti sana kung sariling daliri nila ang mapeperwisyo. Kaso, may mga incidents na dahil sa kapapasikat, naibato sa taong dumaraan at yun ang na-injure nila. Kainis di ba!
- Walang skill- may taong responsable naman sa pagpapaputok pero hindi skilled enough para magpaputok. Gaya nyang nakaperwisyo ng glass windows namin. He might have been responsible enough pero dahil hindi nya skill ang pagpapaputok, muntik pa nyang masunog ang bahay namin! Buti na nga lang at walang napinsala sa mga bubog ng bintana.
- Crowded/Masikip/Walang open space- kung di ba naman di nag-iisip, magpapaputok ka sa crowded place? Paano kung sa bahay tumama at magkasunog eh di isang buong barangay ang nasunog mo!
DOH, PNP, barangay—please lang! Please lang puspusin nyo na ang kampanya sa firecrackers ban starting this month! Para din po ito sa ating lahat.
The World of Second Chances 