This is a classmate who had zero sleep the previous night…

Classmate: Where’s my glasses?!

She starts looking left and right in a panicky way. Another classmate and I stop and look at her…

Me: Ate, what are you talking about? You’re wearing them.

Wahahaha. We all had a good laugh out of this. Classic.

Ok, I’m going along with Nonoh’s tag game.

Rule: List all the names you were called by and the people who call you that. Tag at least 5 members of your contacts and give a comment on their site for them to know they’ve been tagged.

Loreta - my real name, which I hate. I don’t know how many times I’ve asked my Pops why I had to be given such an old-fashioned name hehehe. Would I change it? No. I don’t want to go through the trouble of dealing with documents and whatnot.
- My Ma calls me this when she’s angry.
- Instructors and classmates (here and back home) call me by this name. Also, hospital folks, the staff and patients,  where we do our clinicals.
- A friend from nursing school, like in a warning tone or when she’s being strict with me hehehe…

Lorie - family, friends, folks who are more than casual acquaintances, people at work, neighbors in Manila.

Lors - family, friends, neighbors. Mostly I hear this when I’m in the Philippines or when I’m on the phone with family back home. The (s) at end of the name is a Filipino thing.

Lor - coworkers (main office and nightshift folks), friends and classmates here in US.

Yun lang…

These are pics from our class trip to Baguio City, senior year. Kita niyo naman at nag-enjoy ang mga bata…

1. Pose lang. Tin and Lhen, wala kayo, sure ako nag-date hehehe.
(Joemen, Salyn, Ann, Melisse, Me!, Salve)

2. Joementot, KJ ayaw tumalon…

3. Nandyan ako promise. Sa likod, one of the boys.
Katabi ni Salvetot, payong forever hehehe…

4. Sige picture lang.

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Mela’s place in Cainta. Yung mahaba sa unahan, ako yun

Look at what I found in my photos directory…

1. In Luneta Park, supposedly doing a project hehehe

2. Ann’s House

3. Smile!

4. Hmmm…hehehe

5. Sa kanan muna Jay

6. Sa kaliwa naman. hahaha.

7. Mga bata pasaway, taken about 8 years ago…

8. In Laguna, with relatives and neighbors.
Duon ako sa left-hand side nanlulunod ng pinsan.

Hahaha. Saya saya. It’s funny how I used to look at these photos and I would be sad, even cry during my first year here in NJ. Now I have a big, goofy smile on my face and I feel all warm and fuzzy. I had a great childhood and many great people were in it. xoxo

Kaninang umaga ng papasok sa trabaho, sumakay ako sa aking usual na train tapos sa may kanan ng inupuan ko katabi yung dalawang lalaki na siguro nasa late 20s or early 30s. Sa kasunod na stop merong sumakay ng pamilya na may kasamang 2 bata. Sa mas malayong kanan ko meron palang aleng buntis na nakatayo, nakakapit sa pole sa may tabi ng mga lalaki. So ngayon yung nanay at mga bata tumayo sa may harapan namin tapos medyo malakas yung boses ng nanay sabi nya sa mga anak nya, “honey hold on to the pole…yada yada yada.” So medyo nakonsensiya naman ako ibibigay ko sana yung seat ko dun sa batang babae na mukhang 7 years old. Pero iniisip ko pa lang bigla sumigaw ngayon yung aleng nanay kung wala daw bang magbibigay ng upuan dun sa buntis na babae tapos halata naman na pinapatamaan nya yung 2 lalaki sa kanan ko kasi talagang sama ng tingin nya wahahaha. Medyo nakonsensiya naman yung medyo maedad ng mama sa kaliwa ko at tatayo sana siya para ibigay ang upuan niya pero meron ng nagbigay sa aleng buntis na mas malapit dun sa pwesto nya. So okay na pero naggagalaiti pa rin yung aleng nanay at bumulong ng malakas na “Shitheads” habang deadma lang yung dalawang lalaki sa kanan ko at tinuloy lang ang kanilang kuwentuhan ng parang walang nangyayari. Tinuloy ko na lang yung binabasa ko, makakasurvive pa naman yung aleng nanay at kanyang mga anak ng 10 minutes pang pagtayo.

You can’t demand people to be nice to you. If they are, then good. If they ignore you, then leave them alone.