The days that passed has been a redundant spawn of events. I wake up in the morning, prepare myself for my hospital duty, admit pregnant patients who are in labor, and help the doctors out with the work, yaddah yaddah blah blah blah. I thought today was no different but I was definitely wrong.

So I was assigned today at the labor room meaning I had nothing to do with the delivery of the babies. I was busy as hell and my two classmates were not even helping me out with the loads of work I had in my hands. Talk about lacking the assertive trait! Well anyways, back to the main story. After everyone had their turn inside the delivery room, my clinical instructor decided to let me have one patient for the day. I was to do the actual while my other classmate was to do the assist. For those not in the medical field, the actual assists the surgeon with the instruments and the cutting while the assist, well, from the term itself, assists both the actual and the surgeon, touching everything that isn’t sterile.

Anyways, the mother was in the weirdest position ever when the head of her child came out but I can’t tell you how it was since that would be breaking the right of the patient’s confidentiality. Too bad isn’t it? LOL.

Then came the traumatic experience above all traumatic experiences.

Right after I delivered the placenta, the doctor asked me to stand in front of the mother’s vagina. I thought she was just going to show me something or lecture me on the delivery, but man was I mistaken.

She first asked me to put two of my fingers inside the vajay-jay so that’s what I did. Then she told me if I could feel a hole as I go further and I replied with a “Yes”. Waaahh! Doing that alone made my stomach flip that my fingers were trembling so hard, but when she asked me to put my entire hand inside the hole I was mortified. Believe me, mortified would be a complete understatement as to how I was feeling.

I don’t know about you but that to me is a nightmare making me scarred for life! My hands finally touched the untouchable, did the impossible, and accomplished the inevitable.

What’s your story today?

I super super miss blogging! I’ve been uber busy the past week and today was the only time I had to blog again about my life.

So without further delay, let’s start.

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I’ve only started watching Pinoy Dream Academy (PDA) on ABS-CBN this week and I must say, I already have a favorite.

I’m pretty sure a lot of people have their money on the good-looking (what’s good looking anywayz) bunch, but I always focus on what competitions such as PDA should be about, and that is raw (not to mention goosebumps-worthy) talent. Compared to most of the guys on the academy, Bugoy definitely has what it takes to make records that would last.

I mean, after all, all their training from the world class instructors wouldn’t be worth anything if all they’re looking for are looks that would sell in the end, right?

I’m definitely looking forward to this season’s winner because frankly, Yeng Constantino really didn’t quite justify what the academy is truly about. I think the other contestants have no idea how big of a threat Bugoy is in terms of voice quality.

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Also, for those residing in the Philippines, I would highly recommend to catch Moment of Truth on 2nd Avenue, Project Runway Philippines on ETC, and one show I’d definitely be on the look out for is Shear Genius which premieres on July 24 10pm, also on ETC.

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From TV shows we now go to fashion.

Okay, I know with a place like Dagupan where the temperature resembles that of an oven, wearing a shemagh is the last thing you want to use as an accessory, but I definitely think that it’s time to start purchasing them given the rainy days are drawing near a.k.a. everyone would be wearing one by then, and by everyone I mean every gay guy you know.

There isn’t a single store here in Dagupan that sells shemagh so the only way you could get them is by traveling or simply head over to Ebay. I’ve done my research and the price range is pretty affordable I tell you.$7-$11 is something your hardwork is worthy of.

For those who are feeling quite generous, Remcyl Viloria is currently taking any color as a gift. wink!

*To Alain, now you know what this accessory is called LOL

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To cheat or not to cheat…

I was watching this program the other day and the topic of the group’s discussion was about education. Apparently, in the Philippines alone, 11 million comprises the out of school youth which is pretty sad considering that the top two priorities in the government’s fund is allocated to health and education if I’m not mistaken.

For those given the wonderful opportunity of studying, are we really even getting our money’s worth? Well, in my school, I think I just learned how things work days ago.

It was our examination day and I have to say I think I did pretty well in terms of studying for my exam. So the next day, I was more than ready to take the first test. Our proctor was our school coordinator which was not as strict as I was hoping her to be. After lunch, our proctor was replaced by a new one and to my surprise, the girls in my class were more than happy to welcome her with smiles on their faces reaching their ears. I was really in question why they were so happy. Turns out, the proctor and the girls are close. Too close in fact that she intentionally and blatantly allowed all the girls to cheat during the exam. I am telling you, books laid out in the open and comparison of answers from their seatmates were as blatant as Elton John.

Just when I thought things were at their worst possible state, I was wrong. I passed my paper to the proctor since I was done with the test without an answer copied from any of my classmates. When I got back to my seat, she called my attention and told me I missed out four items on the enumeration part of the test, and wanted me to answer them since it was okay for me to open my book. But I wasn’t that student she was expecting me to be. Though a typical student might have made the innate decision to jump on the opportunity, I certainly didn’t. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve tried cheating before in my high school days, and it was something I wasn’t proud of and never will be proud of, but I am passed that phase of depending on others’ answers for my score’s sake.

To my proctor, for a clinical instructor, you should be ashamed of yourself for encouraging students to cheat and suffer the consequences later on in the board exams.

Are we living in a world where schools are now encouraging us to cheat? To learn by having the answers shoved up our ass? To possess knowledge in a way we haven’t earned rightfully?

I’m pretty sure to generalize the entire school population in the Philippines is quite an overstatement, but the fact that problems like these are present, is a sad sad dose of reality that shouldn’t be taken for granted.

Passing the nursing course is a needle in a haystack, and others might resort to several ways just so they could graduate. But after failing my NCM 102 in the University of Pangasinan and transferring to a new school while others who failed as well still managed to get in because of the palakasan strategy, I knew the cheating of my classmates and for the proctor to just allow it to happen was something I wouldn’t tolerate. My classmates kept on complaining after they felt betrayed by their former school because of bias decisions, it was so hypocritical of them to be playing the bias game with me. I am playing fairly, and I expect them to do the same, because that is how things should be. Our school is so proud of screaming that we are a De La Salle Supervised School, let’s not give them reasons to question this title.

All I’m trying to prove here is that we made mistakes in the past, and given the second chance to study the subject again, I believe we should be taking it more seriously. Agree?

So the day after our first monthsary was the day I was to host La Salette’s 2008 Capping, Pinning, and Candle lighting Ceremony. That was actually one of the reasons why Boo decided to sleepover because he would be the one attending the ceremony with me.

We prepared ourselves and dressed up because my call time was 8 o’clock. Despite having stated in my previous post that I wouldn’t be posting any more of my pictures in my uniform, I am trapped in the faux pas of my own making, as I was obliged to wear my classroom uniform for the event. Boo on the other hand looked fab as always. Before we left, Click! Flick! Click!

I wish I could have the same bronze skin tone like Boo.

So we headed to school immediately but turns out, we were late for the mass. So we just chatted and waited till everyone left for Lenox Hotel where the ceremony would be held.

We waited for everyone to arrive at the hotel before I start my speech at the podium.

I waited…

and waited…

And I waited some more…

I waited for soo long that I called up Whistler’s mother to join me in my waiting…

And FINALLY it started!

There were a total of 15 student candidates for the Capping and Pinning and the event was as intimate as it could ever be.

I started my speech and everything was flawless. I nailed my pronunciation of the word “ceremonies” and no word was unnecessary.

Yes, Bad Hair Day, I know!

This shot has the ugliest eyes, hence the blur.

I introduced the Dean of the College of Nursing, the Guest of Honor and Speaker, blah blah blah. . .

When it was time to call the students individually, I was shocked when our school coordinator asked me to take pictures. You couldn’t imagine my surprise I tell you!

But I still did it… I was there anyways, what else can I do?

I got the camera…

Adjusted the settings…

Click! Flick! Click!

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And before you know it, LUNCH!

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I really had fun doing the whole hosting thing. It was a first for me and I could definitely say I did well. Not to mention a compliment from our vice-president. At least now people have an idea of what I can do for our school.

To all the candidates of the 2008 Capping and Pinning Ceremony at La Salette, CONGRATULATIONS!

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I would like to thank the person dearest to my heart for spending that very special event with me, Boo.

I love you! Mwah!

So I’m pretty glad that I’ve been seeing Alain again after not being able to hang out with him for almost a year. We’ve been going around the city lately and most of them are all expense paid. Lucky for me he’s still unemployed and living the life of a socialite.

So after my class, we decided to drop by the coffee shop near my school, Digital Learning Links. I’ll just be posting a review of the cozy place (but there’s a shop even cozier than this and you’ll know why soon) when I don’t look like a schlub ‘coz frankly, this a look I don’t wanna be seen in my blog again.
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And now, my sweet Hugz!

Enough about Alain, he had waaay too much exposure already in my 5-part entry.

So me and Hugz, together with Alain, decided to go to Manaoag last Sunday for me to finally introduce him so Alain could know my hubby better.

We both looked super cute in our outfits while Alain looked like our personal Razzi.

The necklace he gave me just fits every outfit of mine.

Everytime I do this “smile” I always have this image of Mary on my mind hating it. LOL

Ah yes! Life is sweet!

So as I was resting my head a few minutes ago, I heard my mom on the phone with someone from my new school talking about my schedule, and turns out, I have a fucking class by Friday. Not Monday, or Tuesday. But a Freaking Friday!
This has changed everything I had in mind about my first day as a La Salettian. So tomorrow, I’d be doing a lot of stuffs that are important a.k.a. a trip to my friend Gerry (that’s my David’s Salon stylist for those new to my site), a mani and a pedi, refresh my kikay kit, and most importantly, pay a visit to my month-long friend –the gym.

Argh! I hate impromptu messages like that. Oh well. Need to take some beauty rest to get myself a head start.

My youth has been one of the best phases of my life. I have spent everyday waking up, ready and excited to play with my cousins. I remember clearly how I would be the patriarch of the group. Everyone follows my lead and I would play the role of the adult. I was the teacher when we were playing school classes, the priest of our church (our church was the swing we had at our backyard), their “mother” bird, elephant, dinosaur. I’ve been the mother of almost every single animal in the wild.

As I grew, our games became less. But if ever we did get the chance to, our games were more of the mature kind. We would play mind games imitating the latest in game shows where the one who gets to answer moves one step forward, one of the 20 steps before he/she gets the prize. I saw the willingness my cousins were willing to make with the growth I had and how much they’re enjoying it.

When it was their turn to go to school, I played a role I never expected to be capable of, I was their tutor with their school subjects. For me, everything I’ve learned came very easy to teach and I was so proud of myself for having the chance to pass the wisdom to them at such an early age. I made questionnaires that they would answer after every lecture I’ve finished similar to the types they give at their classes. At that moment, I envisioned myself as an advocate to children when I grow up, giving hope to those who can’t afford.

Months had passed and I was saddened by the news that my cousins had to leave the country to finally be with their mom after being parted for so long. It was difficult for me and I was not able to move on quickly. I cry at their room reminiscing on the times we played pretend that they were commercial models and I was their Nigel Barker. I cried at the bathroom where I bathed them and scrubbed their skins after the day’s dirt. I could barely eat after realizing that my cousins who used to share plates with me are not around anymore. It’s as if I died and no one even cared, nor could I do anything about it.

But time dried my tears, and I’ve kept every single pain in the subconscious. I was about to face the world where games are a lot different. For the first time, I had no idea on how the game was played. Rules were more complex and this time, I was not to lead but to play.

My mother often told me how difficult school life could be, but how the wise could easily pass victoriously. It wasn’t for the faint-hearted, nor was it for cowards. Academics, extra-curricular, peers were all jam packed into this game I had to play. I had moments where I doubted myself, but was forced to try for I had no other choice. The responsibilities I used to have were now bigger than who I am. The confidence that used to exude in me is now a shadow behind me.

I am now stressed. For I wasn’t ready for this kind of life. No. No one told me it would be this hard, yet no one said it wasn’t going to be easy anyway.

The game I play now, I’ve learned, is called life.

The rules are quite easy, but playing it is the challenge. I play with different people everyday. Hundreds this day, another hundred the next. Some play fair, while others choose to do otherwise. I build a support team who runs with me through the phase and joins me through each accomplishment. Most of the time, I fall, commit mistakes, and fail. But I can’t stop now. Now that I’ve gone this far, I am not throwing away my life’s worth.

As I look back, I really miss being a kid. And I say that with tears rolling down my eyes which only justifies how much I mean it.

I miss the days when all I had to do was to wake up each day and worry about what game I was to play with my cousins. I miss the days when my parents were the ones to make the decisions for me when life’s questions was too mature for me to handle. I miss having the people around me whenever I need a shoulder to cry on when life turns out to be unfair. We all miss those days no matter how much we deny it.

Then I’ve realized that I’m 21 years old now and no matter how much reminiscing I was to flash through my head, I could never have the strength in me to turn back time and live my life as a kid. Now, I have to make decisions that would affect not only me, but the ones around me as well.

After all, the game I now play is life. How could I ever make it through the finish line if I would choose to remain as a kid and be stagnant and left behind. I sure do miss being a kid, but what awaits me ahead only makes the missing a knock on the head that life could still be fun despite it’s challenges.

See you on the finish line.

I’m so stupid!

I’ve been waiting for this day to come and I’ve been thinking about a lot of things for the past few weeks of school. It has bothered me so much that I’ve been considering a lot of things from every angle.

To give you an idea of what I’m talking about, let me elaborate.

At the end of every semester, every student who is on the verge of failing gets deliberated to see whether or not someone deserves a second chance in continuing. The third year level of the Nursing Department is divided into 2 batches. The first half were those who goes to Manila for the affiliation first, and the second half follows. In the first batch, about one block was deliberated and failed. The list of student numbers were posted on a piece of paper at the ground floor of the department building and all you have to do is talk to your block adviser once you see your number present on the list.

As the days go quickly, the thought just rushes to my mind everytime I see students worrying about their grades. I worry with them since I too am bothered with my grades. I have no idea on what my standing is on class. I was never confident, but I never lost hope.

I have given this whole blogging thing a hiatus just so I could focus on my studies and give time to what was important. Several days that me and Chris didn’t go out so that every after school, we could have a group study and share some informations to each other.

Today is the day our batch’s list is posted and unluckily, my student number, 04-0597 was on the list and that we were to report on April 21 to our block adviser.

My heart was broken. I don’t need to wait for Monday to go to school and talk to my block adviser. Who was I to fool? I would only embarrass myself for being the failure that never made it and yet still had the guts to show my self. I contacted instructors that I was friends with to check on how all these things came about. What was the “talk” with the instructor for? Are there chances of me passing after I have the talk? How on earth will I tell my mom the bad news that struck me?

It’s all over!

And I am stupid!

Stupid for thinking that this is the end. Stupid for how narrow my thinking was at the age I am in who should be possessing courage and spirit.

If there was one thing I’ve learned in this incident, I am happy to say that I’ve learned a lot.

Sure I may have failed, but it’s just school. School which is a part of everyone who’s lucky enough to get education. School that isn’t too far from life itself, that when you fail and stumble, there simply is no way else to go, but pick up where you last took off and go up.

Failing is never a justification of how intelligent you are nor does it justify the kind of person you are. Factors are all considered before you can finally conclude to yourself that you did fail. I have always been a believer of the saying that goes, “The only time you really fail is when you never tried.” I’ve tried!

For the first time in all the failures I’ve made in life specially those with school, this was the first time that my parents were not able to say anything to me. For they know that I tried. Tried to the point that I put myself in a room just so I could have the coziness of studying that I needed. I was shocked to be honest. For the first time also, I saw that I was capable of putting that much effort in studying. I had the push that I needed and longed for such an immeasurable period and it wasn’t even a material incentive, but just the reward of graduating with that diploma in the end.

I was humming to myself the song Chris always sings when we can’t decide to go some place, “Where do we go from here?…”

So where do I go? I have no solid idea as of now, but I’m pretty confident that I’ll be moving forward.

The attitude someone in my position should possess in times like these should be preparedness. For if we won’t be prepared right this moment, then we could never be.

I am teary for one thing after all this. I’m pretty sad for I’ll be missing the best people anyone could ever meet. They deserve a shoutout!

Cherry, for being my ONLY true friend in Upang. The only true friend who had faith in everything I do. My joyous heart kisses your spirit for every kind act you showed me. I will surely miss your bubbly personality.

Rowie, I never expected to have the kind of friendship that I now have with you to be as special as this. What you said to me gave me everything I needed to keep on working.

To Irish and Arvin, I know for the last few days of school I haven’t been talking to you guys. I’m such a jerk. Hope you could have it in you to forgive me after what I did out of reasons so low. I hope you guys would succeed and continue without me in the same school. I’ll surely miss you two.

To Ma’am Dujali, if there was one instructor I fell in love with, it’s you. The chances you gave would make me forever thankful and the faith you had in me I’ll keep and bring with me in life’s next challenges.

Oh well, my tears has watered my face with all the crying in writing this post so I have to stop.

For the last time UoPians, Remcyl Viloria is

Finally this semester is over! My final examinations just passed and hope I pass as well otherwise, hello beauty school!

I can’t wait to blog during this break and I have all the goodies coming your way tomorrow for I am too busy unwinding here at the apartment right now.

Can anyone spell SIESTA?!!!

Happy Birthday to my bouncing baby girl!

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PINK WILL RULE!!!…

Okay, don’t go gaga over the title’s color theme. I just photoshopped it because the BIG news are in!

Yes, ladies and gentlemen! I, the infamous Remcyl Gamboa will be auditioning at Stadia on February 28 for Pinoy Idol.

I’m really excited and I know hundreds of hopefuls will join me on that scorching hawt day. Lines of Mau Marcelo Geronimo, Santos, Go, and Bautista hopefuls would invade the area with me. But just to be clear, I’m not any of those celebrity hopefuls. For crying out loud people, no one could be like them. Be your own person and be known for your own talent.

Anyways, going back. Another sure-fire fact I’ll be hearing would be the now-famous audition piece “And I am telling you…”. For me though, I haven’t fully decided on what I’d be singing. Any suggestions guys? I really need some help on this one.

I’d be posting a sample of my voice one of these days and tell me your honest opinions. Be my Simon Cowell! I don’t need no Paula Abdul. I want cut-throat reality!

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