Tuesday, August 25, 2009

Two Shots and Fighting

My left arm’s still sore. And it’s because of the second shot that I had yesterday afternoon. My first didn’t hurt this bad, actually. Or maybe the person who injected that liquid to my bloodstream just didn’t know how to make the process less painful.
I’m talking about cervical vaccine.

I had my first last June. And it’s almost the end of August. As far as I know, I should’ve taken it last month. But as far as my routine is concerned,
my schedule for a second shot is not noted on my desk planner. And that’s if I even write anything on my desk planner. My bad. Whatever.

I joined the anti-HPV bandwagon primarily because my grandmother died of breast cancer and my mom just had her own finding of cervical cancer. I’m not scared of my genetics to be honest. I just worry about not being able to save up a lot of money to get myself hospitalized in case I get diagnosed. Helpless, right?

So I took advantage of our company’s medical benefits. Each shot costs around Php 3,000 or more in the market while it’s only Php 2,000 here (yes, I’m blogging during office hours). And since I opted to use my medical expense reimbursement privilege for that matter, I got two shots for FREE and will only be paying a grand for the third which is scheduled 5 months from today. It definitely sounds way cheaper than undergoing those strictly-for-the-rich-only treatments like chemotherapy and radiation.
This was the shot given to me. Prices actually range from as low as Php 2,000 to as high as Php 6,000 depending on the brand. You may compare Cervarix and Gardasil for reference. And most importantly, see first if you're qualified for a shot.

It wouldn't hurt to click on these links to be informed.
Just the needles, though, so good luck. :)

Saturday, August 22, 2009

one hand and an IPhone.

“What can you do with one hand?” says Conner thru a text message in an attempt to save Mason from a client who demands a tagline for his telecoms company. Client likes it, err loves it…but not until a few days, when the tagline suddenly stirred something else other than text messaging.

And so that episode from ‘Trust Me’, a television series on advertising, popped into my head after seeing on the internet a cover of the The New Yorker magazine. Known for its illustration covers, the magazine showcased yet another stunning work from illustrator Jorge Colombo for its June 1 issue. With his IPhone as a canvass, and his hand as the paintbrush, Colombo drew the scene before him while standing outside Madame Tussaud’s Wax Museum in Times Square. He used Brushes, an IPhone application that allows user to experience natural media painting. It also records the user’s actions when painting which can be viewed via Brushes Viewer.

Amazing isn’t it? At first glance, many will think that Colombo’s work is just another painting, but there’s such awe after learning it was finger painted using a mobile phone. It’s on the cover of The New Yorker, and that alone is a statement. Although for Colombo it’s not big of a deal that his work is a virtual finger painting, still it is a refreshing thought to know that a publication about 80 years old embraces the possibilities of technology on its cover and pages.

What can you do with one hand and an IPhone? The list is endless: from the simplest of calling and texting, to the more complex like poker, spy cams and yes, painting.

Personally, I wasn’t all gaga about IPhone when it first came out. While everyone else was calling their relatives in the US to get one for them, I was just in a corner apathetic about the whole IPhone craze. Not until recently. The need for a new IPod, and okay admit it, for a new phone, makes me now crave for an IPhone. I’m actually saving up to buy one. And maybe aside from ITunes and a bunch of Fall Out Boy songs, I’ll get that Brushes application.


Friday, August 21, 2009

Penniless Loafers.

I was planning on buying a pair of wedge sandals to quit myself from matching my gold-turned-greenish brown metallic flip-flops with every outfit that I have in my closet until I passed by my sanctuary – ukay-ukay. I know, cliché. And I don’t have any intentions of labeling myself as a self-professed ukay queen because I’ll only add up to the hundreds of ladies who designate themselves to that position. Maybe I’m just good at the industry but I don't rule. ;)

Moving on, my eyes happened to see this really nice pair of light mustard-yellow shoes. It looked like my boyfriend’s Sperry so I assumed it’s another species of the top-sider family. And having been an ukay patron for almost half a decade, I’ve now expertly developed this skill called LISTENING TO THE “CALLING”. And this duo definitely called me loud and clear! So I grabbed it and flipped it over to see the size, and bingo, size 37. I slipped them on and boy, they fitted perfectly! Of course I bought them!

Apparently, they’re not top-siders. It’s a pair of Penny Loafers – some shoe invention during the late 30’s. Outdated me, alright. At least now i'm aware.:p

And since these shoes commemorate our dear 500-Peso Bill man, Ninoy Aquino through its EDSA Revolutionary yellow color , i officially name them my PENNINOY LOAFERS. Now that's vintage. :))