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  • hannaherika 10:49 pm on May 12, 2008 Permalink | Reply  

    Certified Public Accountant 

    Hannah Rika A. Villasis, C.P.A.

    I’ve always wanted a comma beside my surname. Now, here I am – a Certified Public Accountant. I passed the board exam on May 2007. I can just remember the joy, pride and satisfaction of having to go through a rigorous college training and mind-breaking exam and pass it.

    It was always a tradition that if you pass the CPA Board Exam, you would automatically apply for a job in an auditing firm. Now that, I didn’t do. I don’t know if I am regretting it right now and i don’t really know if it was the right decision for my career.

    Here I am now working for a company and doing management reports. I have a good employer and I have almost 200 hours of training since I started working here last June 2007. I could say I have friendly and healthy relationship with my officemates, my boss and my boss’ boss. All in all, I love my current job and I love my benefits and salary.

    Meanwhile, I still keep on thinking about my college buddies who are now working for audit firms. I kept wondering how it would have been if I pursued audit. I have asked them questions about their job and they kept on complaining to me that their job is very tiring, they have lots of heavy OT hours, that they don’t sleep nor go home sometimes and that they aren’t well compensated even for the hell’s job that they do.

    Still I wonder, could the training that audit brings much more valuable than what I could have in my job right now?

    I know many people could relate with me. Many are confused. Many still keeps on thinking about how they decided to go on with their career. But the bottom line here is really just to know what your heart desires. It was never easy to absolutely know what you need to want. You just have to be senssible enough to yourself.

    Have you ever been so totally clueless about your choices (Choice A & Choice B) that you just tried to toss a coin so that the coin would decide for yourself. Heads, you will take Choice A. Tails, you will take Choice B. And you toss the coin and it resulted to “tails.” But the truth is you still want to pick Choice A.

    If after a year, you still can’t stop thinking about going to an audit frim, then you should probably consider applying to one.

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  • hannaherika 12:30 pm on May 3, 2008 Permalink | Reply  

    TRIP TO THE OR

    I closed my eyes and turned away as they put an Ivy line on the top of my hand near my wrist. I bit my pillow as I tried to endure the excruciating sensation. I heard them chatter despite my willingness to ignore all that was happening. Then seconds after, I felt numb. The sore feeling in my wrist was replaced by a sudden ooze of coldness through my veins as I felt the liquid get into my system. It was 5:00 in the morning and I patiently waited for the eventful thing to come about.

    At 8:00 am, I heard the doors open. Two masked people wearing green lab gowns rushed in as they brought along with them a green stretcher. Right there and then I knew that I was being fetched. My loved ones followed me as I cruised through the hallways of Makati Medical Center. I know they were right behind me but I didn’t hear them speak. It was evident that they too were feeling apprehensive about everything.

    I read the label in the door where they brought me and it says “Pre-Surgery room.” I found myself being assisted by a scrub as I was changing my white gown to green. I just lied still – not moving any part of my body except my eyes as I tried to observe interestingly. On my left was a woman on her 40s, fully sedated. On my right was a man on his 70s, impatiently calling out to his nurse saying “I think I’m ready. Get this mask off.”

    Alas, I established the fact that I was finally being transported into the Operating Room. I heard a sweet melodic music play on a relatively adequate loud volume. I tried to remember the lyrics of the song in that instance, since I wanted to document everything that I have experienced, but right now I just could not place any words at all as I lost recall of some specific details about the surgery except the final word of the song – “finally”. Apparently, I had a short-term memory loss but my doctor explained that this is just normal for surgeries using anesthesia.

    I saw my doctor sitting on a small bench in my left. He was wearing a black gown when everyone else is wearing green. I really don’t like the fact that he does but I just can’t help but wonder, why black? Then I felt the scrubs transfer me from my stretcher into the surgical table. Parallel to my body were unlit surgical lights. They were huge and bright, if they were lit I suppose, but that’s a good thing, right? The people on the room just kept on moving as they were trying to prepare the table – all of them except for my doctor/primary surgeon who just looked calm and peaceful as he was looking at his blackberry. I saw a whiteboard in my doctor’s left side indicating the procedure to be induced upon me.

    I just lied still on the table as I heard all the rattle and hustle while they were getting ready. They strapped me into the table and covered my hair. Just then this endearing young assistant surgeon or anesthesiologist (I couldn’t really tell) talked to me. Finally, someone realized that I was there in the room. He looked at me in the eye (can’t help but notice he’s cute) and said, “I’ll sedate you now.” There’s no time to flirt now so I just looked at his hand as he injected me with something in my ivy line. As if I was in the TV series House M.D., I imagined this whole visual graphic of the fluid going up my veins and scattering all over my body. It wasn’t hard to imagine because I could really feel where the liquid is going and how fast it was dispersing. I, then, felt in an instant that an oxygen mask was being put on my face, covering my nose and mouth. I felt some air coming out of it and then the air was suddenly sucked out, then it come out of the mask again. It was as if it was breathing for me. While I’m still conscious and could breath on my own – I don’t know what to do. Should I breath or stop breathing already? I tried to open my eyes and I felt them take the mask off for a while then I remembered speaking to the assistant surgeon. My eyes were half-open as I said with much effort, “Should… I… breathe… normally?” ~~

     
  • hannaherika 12:30 pm on May 3, 2008 Permalink | Reply  

    TRIP TO THE OR

    I closed my eyes and turned away as they put an Ivy line on the top of my hand near my wrist. I bit my pillow as I tried to endure the excruciating sensation. I heard them chatter despite my willingness to ignore all that was happening. Then seconds after, I felt numb. The sore feeling in my wrist was replaced by a sudden ooze of coldness through my veins as I felt the liquid get into my system. It was 5:00 in the morning and I patiently waited for the eventful thing to come about.

    At 8:00 am, I heard the doors open. Two masked people wearing green lab gowns rushed in as they brought along with them a green stretcher. Right there and then I knew that I was being fetched. My loved ones followed me as I cruised through the hallways of Makati Medical Center. I know they were right behind me but I didn’t hear them speak. It was evident that they too were feeling apprehensive about everything.

    I read the label in the door where they brought me and it says “Pre-Surgery room.” I found myself being assisted by a scrub as I was changing my white gown to green. I just lied still – not moving any part of my body except my eyes as I tried to observe interestingly. On my left was a woman on her 40s, fully sedated. On my right was a man on his 70s, impatiently calling out to his nurse saying “I think I’m ready. Get this mask off.”

    Alas, I established the fact that I was finally being transported into the Operating Room. I heard a sweet melodic music play on a relatively adequate loud volume. I tried to remember the lyrics of the song in that instance, since I wanted to document everything that I have experienced, but right now I just could not place any words at all as I lost recall of some specific details about the surgery except the final word of the song – “finally”. Apparently, I had a short-term memory loss but my doctor explained that this is just normal for surgeries using anesthesia.

    I saw my doctor sitting on a small bench in my left. He was wearing a black gown when everyone else is wearing green. I really don’t like the fact that he does but I just can’t help but wonder, why black? Then I felt the scrubs transfer me from my stretcher into the surgical table. Parallel to my body were unlit surgical lights. They were huge and bright, if they were lit I suppose, but that’s a good thing, right? The people on the room just kept on moving as they were trying to prepare the table – all of them except for my doctor/primary surgeon who just looked calm and peaceful as he was looking at his blackberry. I saw a whiteboard in my doctor’s left side indicating the procedure to be induced upon me.

    I just lied still on the table as I heard all the rattle and hustle while they were getting ready. They strapped me into the table and covered my hair. Just then this endearing young assistant surgeon or anesthesiologist (I couldn’t really tell) talked to me. Finally, someone realized that I was there in the room. He looked at me in the eye (can’t help but notice he’s cute) and said, “I’ll sedate you now.” There’s no time to flirt now so I just looked at his hand as he injected me with something in my ivy line. As if I was in the TV series House M.D., I imagined this whole visual graphic of the fluid going up my veins and scattering all over my body. It wasn’t hard to imagine because I could really feel where the liquid is going and how fast it was dispersing. I, then, felt in an instant that an oxygen mask was being put on my face, covering my nose and mouth. I felt some air coming out of it and then the air was suddenly sucked out, then it come out of the mask again. It was as if it was breathing for me. While I’m still conscious and could breath on my own – I don’t know what to do. Should I breath or stop breathing already? I tried to open my eyes and I felt them take the mask off for a while then I remembered speaking to the assistant surgeon. My eyes were half-open as I said with much effort, “Should… I… breathe… normally?” ~~

     
  • hannaherika 9:22 am on May 3, 2008 Permalink | Reply  

    I am Flair Candy 

    This is my first official blog entry. Having all the web communities such as Myspace, Multiply, Friendster and Facebook, still hasn’t given me the satisfaction I was looking for. Being known to people and sharing my life with them by sharing pictures, music, videos and sometimes my personal blog entries only seemed partial. I sense a lack of something.

    I’ve decided to start a blog in this officially blog-only-purpose site. With here I can blog and share not only to my friends but to the whole world everything that I sense essential to share. So as I think, I type. Nothing else matters.

     
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