Showing posts with label life. Show all posts
Showing posts with label life. Show all posts

Saturday, February 18, 2012

SERIOUSLY... (AS LONG AS IM NOT MENTIONING NAMES AND PLACES i think IM SAFE HEHE)

Okay, so first off let me start with something pleasant. I am (nearly) officially "underworked - overpaid". I will be expecting a 60 % boost from my previous salary in my past job in exchange for 12-hour shifts for 4 days/week and an average daily census of 5. Plus, i have an Attendant. It's like working overseas but with Filipino salary. :DDDDD

Now, on with this week's rant. :/

How could anyone be so stupid to not anticipate the problems of a patient? The diagnosis was T/C UGIB, and yet there was no order to perform gastric lavage. History suggests possible bleeding from the upper GI for obvious reasons: number 1 - the patient hasn't had any decent meal (in fact the patient has not eaten for more than 2 weeks!); number 2 - prior to consult, SO's claimed vomitting of gastric contents mixed with "dark" blood. Number 2 alone is indicative of GI bleeding, it may not be active, but it is possible that there is presence of it. And here i am again, about to compare this to how we used to do it back in my previous workplace. A health worker who cares for his/her patient would do something like this: order NPO temporarily, inserts NGT, performs gastric lavage until output is clear, hooks NGT to drain. Not all physicians are always right. In fact, they are human too like the rest of us health care workers in the "lower" heirarchy (this is how we are being treated in this country), but then, if you are a keen observer, and you know your job well as a nurse (which is to CARE for the patient, as easy as that), and you observed that what the physician ordered is just plain silly, you would not bother suggesting or even better, correcting the physician of his/her mistakes. Because in the long run, if you, the nurse, allowed these mistakes pass, you will be the one who will suffer. Referrals after referrals after referrals. The key here is to ANTICIPATE future problems. I remember the post-op order of a visiting OB-GYN from my previous work, even if her orders occupy an entire page of the Doctor's Orders sheet, you can see that every order is relevant. She's anticipating what to order if certain complications arise from her post-CS patient. It is not being lazy to do rounds in her part, it's more like encouraging the Nurse in charge of her patient to literally just focus on her patient. Because if she does not anticipate, and base all orders on what already happened, it would be time consuming for her and for the nurse. Referring problems/progress of the patient can eat up alot of time when rendering care. Patients need undivided attention from their nurses. The chart, computer or intercom is not our client.
Going back, here's what happened when this patient was endorsed to me. The patient has a history of mental illness. If you would go back to the basics of mental health, a clear indication of mental illness is neglecting normal ADLs -- meaning, the patient won't bathe, eat etc. In the case of this patient, she wouldn't eat for fear that the food would be stuck in her throat, choking her to death. I reviewed the orders: no diet was ordered. Again, going back to the nurse being (actually we are REQUIRED to be) a keen observer, the admitting nurse would've noticed the absence of Diet in the orders. So i asked the admitting physician, he/she said "Soft diet, encourage the patient to eat." So i did, i ordered the diet from Dietary. Then i had an epiphany and started questioning why there is no NGT, why lavage wasn't done in the ER, why the physician is ordering Soft diet when the patient wouldn't eat for the past 2 weeks. Okay, so the last one was so-so for me, when the patient was coming to her senses, she would ask for water and actually drink some sips of it. Then miraculously she asked for food. We offered her the food but she always ended up refusing. This went on for a couple of times. I was about to refer her to her attending when the Neuro-Psych consultant arrived. Thankfully, the consultant ordered NGT insertion if the patient can not tolerate or continues to refuse solid food. We tried feeding her again yet she still refused. I informed her attending, and we inserted a NGT for feeding. I performed lavage, output was not as clear as NSS, but in my experience, the output would pass as clear since there were no clots in it, actually it was a bit yellowish. The attending ordered for milk feeding. Her laboratories arrived and it showed possible failure of the kidneys (Crea and BUN were through the roof) and electrolyte imbalance. The next day, the patient showed progress, she looks less weaker, with some lucid episodes. OF feeding was started by the day shift. During my shift she complained of abdominal discomfort. I asked the outgoing nurse if they performed lavage. She affirmed, saying the initial output was coffee-ground, but they were able to were able to obtain clear output. Good, this is progress, Omeprazole is working. Pior to feeding i performed lavage, output was clear with some residuals, but not enough to hold feeding. But throughout my shift she kept saying her belly aches. I learned from her SO's that aside from the OF, the previous shift was also feeding her with milk, with an hour interval. Immediately i checked for residual. I was able to remove almost half a liter. This can't be good. I had to hold her last feeding. I observed relief, but she's started to grow out of her lucidness again, and would scream at me whenever i go near her. This is the hard part of being a nurse, maintaining your composure amidst all the screaming you get from your clients. I was able to endorse her to the next shift resting. None of these would have happened if her needs were anticipated in the first place.

So the moral of the story is to never always rely on what is being ordered. If your instincts tell you something is wrong, voice it out. We are all human, we make mistakes, as the cliche goes. It is not illegal to question your fellow health worker as long as you think you are right. We are no longer in 19-kupong kupong, the nursing profession has evolved into one of the most sophisticated and noble vocations and is currently being recognized as one in developed nations.

Saturday, February 11, 2012

SOMETHING IS NOT RIGHT WITH ME...OR WITH THE UNIVERSE?

In less than 2 months, marks my 3rd year as an employed nurse here in this country. I don't know what is wrong with me... why after all these years I am still here, overworked, underpaid, unhappy, and not earning a single cent from my salary. I will be turning 25 this year which means I have already spent (wasted) a quarter of my life in this shithole place. The devastation grows more whenever I see photos of my "much more successful" batchmates living and enjoying life in a land with greener pastures. I know that starting over is tough, but at least they are already there. Call me a victim of colonial mentality but with what our country's heading right now, I really wish Lord Voldemort would Avada Kedavra me right now if life would keep on fcking me in the face with each failed attempt to secure employment overseas. I kept on saying, "2012 is my year!" Then i realized i said that same crap last year ("2011 is my year! Year of the Rabbit."), and where am i now? Suffering in this god-forsakened country with nothing but a few pesos in my pocket, no earnings, no bank account, no good investments, splitting my head from this unbelievable inflation our country's experiencing, while i slave over for an honorarium that is always, always delayed (i thought i would be freed from this curse when i transferred, but the universe tricked me and made it worse). What do i do? Since i have been fed up with building my metaphorical rocket, i decided to tear it down and start from scratch. 2012 is NOT my year. It is somebody else's year. I think i need to spend another year in this crappy place in order for me to realize my full potential. Compensate by saying "i need to earn experience first". And when i have gained enough exp points i will dedicate 2013 to the rebuilding of my rocket..... actually, NO. Because if i fail again i would be in this same situation again ranting, bitching and moaning how, after all these years of being a slave to this fckd-up basketcase of a country, i still messed up the previous years opportunities? Having a kick-ass resume/experience is NOT really all you need in order to succeed, you need luck. Fuckn LUCK. Fck that... how come i'm not getting enough of that? #AKML

Sunday, November 20, 2011

THE DAY REALITY FcKD MY LIFE

"Fat Boy" -- i sometimes call myself that whenever i am infront of the mirror. 2010 was an awesome year for me, i actually weighed about 72-75 kilos that time. I felt lighter, healthier, and everybody kept asking "you lost weight?" That was the year when i was assigned in the old Emergency Room. The old ER was harsher then compared to now. Then, you can really experience an understaffed workplace. There were only 3 nurses then each shift. And 1 of those 3 is the shift's Supervisor. When patients come in mobs, we rarely talk to each other leisurely. When we can no longer handle it (Trauma is packed, patients in labor coming in every half hour), the Supervisor pulls out a nurse or 2 from the less "toxic" areas. Now, the new ER is packed with 10 nurses, plus the Supervisor. Everything is different then. We rarely eat our meals when on duty. In the ER i was in "constant cardio". I was culture shocked during my 1st few weeks since i came from a ward where there's not much to do. But in the long run i got used to it. This contributed a lot in my weightloss. I left ER in July 2010, was thrown again back to the ward where i was first assigned, i stayed there for another 3 months (this was the lowest point of my career as a nurse, i could say that i was depressed then). Then i was transferred to the Hemodialysis Unit and stayed there for almost a month until they returned me in the ER until 2010 ends.

2011 came and this is where the weight started to pile up. There are more nurse trainees to supervise thus less (dirty) work for us to do. I started eating a lot and adapted myself to the bum lifestyle. It started out when a pediatrician teased me, saying that i look like i gained some extra kilos. At first i was in disbelief. My lack of exposure to weighing scales also didn't help me in realizing that. So i carried on with my unhealthy habits. There even came a time when i go to McDonald's every day for 2 straight weeks. When it finally dawned in on me, i tried exercising but did not control the portions i'm taking in. It made everything worse. The exercise part also became an on again-off again love affair. I do not have a plan. Then i "developed" the 1st version of my SexyBack Manifesto. A to-do list on shaping-up my health and my life towards the right direction. It failed, none of the items in the list were fulfilled. I was 79 kilos then. Then i revised it hence version 2 was born. It did not click again. It was only implemented during the 1st month. I continued on with my unhealthy habits without realizing that this will jeopardize my future plans.

Last month reality really took a bite off my ass. A huge chunk of meat was taken from my morale. I have always wanted to work in Singapore but my lack of work experience here doesn't qualify me. Agencies usually require at least 3 years work experience for male nurses. So we went to this agency, the same one who sent our former co-workers to Singapore a month before. We filled in some forms and submitted it to the receptionist together with copies of our documents. The she called us one by one for a weigh-in and height measuring! She was calculating our actual BMI. That was not a good week for to have my weight taken since i've been eating a lot in places i've never been to. She called my name and took my height and weight. It felt like eternity when she punched in the figures in her PC. Then she wrote my BMI on the application form. It was an embarassing 28.something! Then we were called in by the agent who screens applicants. There were 3 of us and only one was within the normal BMI as well as the required BMI for employment in SIngapore hospitals. It felt like the agent was dissing the 2 of us who are a bit on the heavier side. This is when i fully decided to make a change and live healthily.

I arrived from Manila 84 kilos. Now i am giving myself 12 weeks to lose at least 10 kilos bringing me back to my 2010 weight. I am currently in Week 4 of my program (SexyBack Manifesto Ver 3). I've been doing laps on the tracks and have tried running on the road. The first week i have completely rid myself of soda and sugared drinks and replaced it with water. I have skipped meals while on duty, and just ate instead at home. I am still having some trouble controlling my portions but i believe i am getting there. The other night at Gerry's Grill i did not finish my cup of rice, i have eaten ulam but i tried to control it. With only a quarter of my food on the plate i already felt full. Now the rationing of our food from the Dietary Department is not helping with my routine during my 1st few weeks. My current weight is playing between 81-83 kilos. Honestly, i am starting to get frustrated. I've been eating less in my opinion, and been slaving over an exercise routine that must work for me. "Ikalikaguma'k" is not applicable now for me, it should be "Ikaryo'm!' Hopefully i won't be calling myself "Fat Boi" when in front of the mirror. I want to experience that, really.


Currently training for a 5k Fun Run for December. The last (and my first) Fun Run i attended was the Laoag leg of the 2011 Milo Marathon last July. I finished 5k in an hour and a half. I'm hoping i will outdo myself this time and finish in less than an hour. IKARYO'M!

Tuesday, September 6, 2011

I'M THINKING OF GETTING A...

I've been thinking... i'm already 24, still single, still laboring over my underpaid~overworked job in a government hospital, and up until now i haven't really proven something for myself. I remember a week ago when a good friend of mine, Cess came home from Manila. I don't know how it happened but the topic on getting inked came up. She asked me if i wanna have one, i was like "are you kidding me? i have always wanted to have one for a very long time na." I told her that i was planning to have one on my wrist, preferably left, or maybe on my forearm. She asked me what will i get if ever, i got stuck for a moment after that, i have been yearning to get a tattoo for ages already and still i haven't yet decided what to get! I just told her the first thing that came to mind, "a quote from a book/lyrics to song/line from a poem i haven't found yet". Then she told me what she want to have and where she's planning to get it, and said that we should get one soon, and soon would be that day or the day after. I said "no way, i need to pass medicals first before i get one." Then the topic drifted off to something remotely related to the last one.

I've been thinking.... tattoos are an expression of a wearer's feelings, a physical representation of his/her inspiration embedded on the skin. It being permanent manifests that once you let that buzzing needle touch your skin, there's no turning back, what was done was done, and there's no way of erasing it... well, you can have outrageously expensive sessions of laser removal, but that only removes the outside, what about the emotions, the impulse that got you there in the first place? That's practically as permanent as the tattoo itself. So I figured if i'm going to have one, a text tattoo that is, i won't be quoting Pablo Neruda or Bob Ong, no matter how beautiful or witty the words are, since these people haven't touched my life yet. I won't be placing lyrics from an epically wonderful song from a random artist since that artist's music did not save me at all. This is very much in contrary to what i told Cess, "......i haven't found yet."

I've been thinking..... if i will be getting one i will be fishing out from one of the thousands of magical insights from the Harry Potter books. Because basically HP have been my life ever since i sneak the hardbound edition of the books from the College library to my Chemistry class when i was in High School, and read it instead of jotting down notes/listening to my teacher. It took me to a lot of places and further enriched my imagination. If i will be getting one i will be embedding a "magical" text in Ancient Egyptian hieroglyph (or maybe the hieroglyph "ankh" which means "immortality") because eversince i was a child, who used to watch Ancient Egypt documentaries in NGC and Discovery, i have always believed that i was an Ancient Egyptian in my past life. If i will be getting one i will have an esoteric symbol, something only bonafide fanboys & girls will recognize. Which gave me the idea of getting the runic symbols of the Deathly Hallows on my wrist or posterior forearm. But not now... like i mentioned to Cess a week ago: "i need to pass medicals first before i'll get one."

Friday, August 26, 2011

THE SABBATICAL (MY 2 WEEKS OF REST)

A lot has happened 2-3 weeks ago which made me decide that it was time for me to take a break for a while and go "find myself". I have been planning to request for a week-long leave months prior to that crazy week I had at work. After "packing" 5 patients in less than 2 weeks and experiencing an emotionally-staining case of verbal abuse from a co-worker hours after his patient arrested, I figured that this career just started to take its toll on me big time. I realized that I have been physically and mentally drained and I deserved a break from all of these brouhaha which unfolded before me in a short period. I passed my letter requesting for a 2-week leave from my duties, citing 2 fictional weddings in Manila I was supposed to be a big part of. And even though I requested on a time when there is a relative shortage in staff, on the day when the schedule for the next week's suppose to be finalized and approved, I fortunately received good news from my bosses. Now I have just a few days left before i resume for work again, and i ask myself: "what have i done for myself in these 2 weeks of relieving myself from my job?" Not much, I presume.

First off, i just revealed that my reasons in my request letter were not real. Only my friends outside of work and my c-workers in my floor knew this. So if in any way my bosses were able to read this (which i am certain they won't :P ) i am fckin screwed. But i like to see it like this: IT'S BEEN DONE, GET OVER IT.

For almost 2 weeks i have been eating a lot. I have been doing a lot of catching up with my high school friends. And i am not spending a lot during those eating and catching up sprees. Christel is currently here on vacation from Italy, and she's been dispensing Euros to make her stay here, though short, worthwhile. Last week we literally spent 4 days eating out, and for the first time ever in my employed life i came home very late. Not during-the-early-hours-of-morning late, just mornight late. :)

Day 1 of my "sabbatical" i told myself that i will be finishing every project kept on hold due to tight work schedules. This included photo editing jobs, recording of tracks for my "dream" EP album (which will be released in this blog eventually..), implementing stage for this awesome hoodie i'm working on, etc etc. But sadly, none of these were finished nor started. SO what have i been doing during those days when i am not out with friends? I did some catching up with sleep. Yes, i slept like a maniac. And i watched True Blood during waking hours... and random episodes from HIMYM Season 6... :P

My last post was all about hammering down the last nail in my crusade to finally fulfill my "SexyBack Manifesto". ......yyyeah..I can't do that..at the moment. But i will next week. There are tons of temptations lurking this week for me to take it seriously. I ran around the tracks the other day, supposedly yesterday also but it started pouring. The weather's not cooperating! (excuses, excuses, you're just too lazy to go fat boi).

I believe i need to cut back on some vices. My run the other day consisted mainly of brisk walking. I feel ashamed of myself. It's only been more than a month since my last run (Milo Marathon). And i survived that one. I ran more than i walked. I really, really need to adapt a clean lifestyle. (Last schtick evuhhh!!!!! This time for realZ.)

SO here i am, counting down the days before i resume for work. Christel will be arriving in the morning from Manila, Marian arrived yesterday and she's on leave from her work too. I am pretty sure that we will be going out this afternoon again. And i am certain that the itinerary will mostly involve eating out. I realized that what i have been doing this past 2 weeks is basically what this sabbatical was meant to do for me: Relieve the stress. And its working. Talking with friends, having a few (or more) laughs, reminiscing the good days of High School with coffee or at most times with tons of food, has been very therapeutic for me. I realized that i don't need to stress myself again with those unfinished projects, it's just like incorporating work in this well-deserved break. ALthough those are just hobbies, but i tend to sometimes be perfectionist about them..only adding up to the stress i was aiming to erase.

Now that i am a few days away from work again, i hope i won't be pooled with stress again in the next few days, or weeks. I don't need another sabbatical for now...

Monday, May 2, 2011

I WAS INVITED TO TAKE PART IN A CHRISTIAN CEREMONY

Last April I was asked by Eunice to be one of the godparents of his son Carl. Since she is a very good friend of mine, i immediately said yes. It may seem shocking or disloyal to those who know me very well, i may have, at some point, doubted my own decision, but it really did happen. I, a self-pronounced excommunicate of the Roman Catholic church, and a self-proclaimed non-believer, said "yes" to attend a christening or as Eunice's church would put it a "dedication to the Lord Almighty".

So here's the deal on this one. I am a non-believer. I have been one since mid-2010. And i am proud to announce it to the world. Agreeing to be the godparent of Carl may seem like a gesture of disloyalty to my own chosen path. But i do not believe in that. In my defense to those who criticized me (~i know one, but i know there were others), i consider myself a non-discriminating person. Offer me to take part in a ceremony in your church and i will be grateful. I actually consider it to be an honor when i am asked to be like this, or like that in somebody's wedding/christening/funeral etc. because i am being made to believe that these people whom i treat like shit (ok, maybe not, but you get the point) sometimes actually trust me in the bottom of their hearts.... and that they are willing to risk a slot for me in those souvenir photos. Unlike some (most) believers i advocate brotherly/sisterly love outside organized religions.

So i took part in Carl's dedication to the Lord Almighty. I listened to the Pastor and i honestly thought he is very nice. As i listen to his preachings i maintained an open mind. That was the first time i entered a non-Catholic mass/service wherein i actually paid attention. I expected a revelation to occur in me but... nothing. I admire his teachings but if i am going to put those in practice why should i do it for someone else unseen? Why not do it for myself, for the people around me? So i promised myself that i will set a good example for Carl. That i will be a dedicated godparent as long as he sees me. So that he may grow up to be a wise, open-minded person with his own beliefs. We did the pledge/dedication/acceptance thing but i did not dare mouth back the words the Pastor were feeding us. That would be too much to be shoved down my throat. :P

Monday, January 10, 2011

AND I AM TELLING YOU... I NEED TO SET-UP A TRIAGE FOR INCOMING CALLS

"Prioritize" is my word for the week and perhaps for the rest of the year. Being a self-diagnosed ADHD i think i ought to make it as a mantra, and what better way to start this year right than to set-up some ground rules... starting with CALLS.

I usually do not receive phone calls from a lot of people, i rarely text or call unless it's urgent or necessary, and i especially HATE it when i pull myself out from what i am currently doing just to answer my phone. Being a self-diagnosed ADHD, the slightest distraction from my main focus might, but most probably will, direct me to another task. I am pleased to inform you that my job, work, occupation and profession does not require me to sit all day, infront of the computer monitor, with coffee and cigarette breaks, constantly chatting leisurely with my co-workers. My job, work, occupation and profession is all about dynamism. DYNAMIC! DYNAMIC! DYNAMIC! (with accompanying clapping or hand waving gesture whichever you prefer). And we rarely engage in leisurely talks with our co-workers, and almost every break time is always a working break. Because unlike most jobs, it's life we are dealing with for crying out loud!!! And I may sound somewhat hyperbolic in this part of this post so i think i'm gonna have to shut up now and proceed with my point. :)

I then officially declare a Triage for my incoming calls. Here is a scenario:

I am at work, doing my usual chores, "saving lives" (yeah, whatever)

*ring* *ring* (or in my case, *INTERGALACTIC, PLANETARY, INTERGALACTIC, IIIINTERGALACTIC*)

Please note that whatever it is you are about to say, that it requires you to hear my voice, i shall consider it urgent or an emergency.

I answer my phone, causing me to dismiss my attention to a current task.
"Hellow?"

"Adda jay orders mon. Umay mon to alan."

"Owkei. Isu lang?"

"Wen. Bye."

And then you hang-up.

In my brain another day just passed. The first thing i see after that conversation might, but most likely will, automatically drive me to it diverting me from my previous, unfinished task. And in my mind i would be cursing you all day for being a distraction... thus decreasing my merits from your god.


Rule # 1:
If it is still not that bothersome to send it through text, SMS, MMS, etc feel free to do that before calling me. Because i don't want to be distracted. Your call might kill a patient. And whenever i hear my ringtone it always delivers a "kick" in my groin opting me to answer it first and abandon what i am doing. And in my line of work that is dangerous you know...

Rule # 2:
I will only answer to text messages which would require a decent reply, like if you are asking a question. If your text is a statement, consider my silence to be : "yes, i got that." No need to send it to me 20 times, drop call me 10x, or worse, actually call me.

Rule # 3:
My replies to your questions through text will be considered complete and i will only answer unanswered questions. I will try my best to answer any possible follow-up questions, and every information shall be absolutely final. 'Pag nangungulit ka lang ("xur nb yn?" etc.) hindi na kita rereply'an bobey. For me "LOAD is GOLD", and yeah i know it rhymes, it was unintentionalll...

Rule # 4:
If you decide to call me you better have a good reason why you are calling me. Or else i would only be cursing your soul for the rest of my day.

Rule # 5:
If necessary i have the right to silence my phone while you are calling. That would teach you how to text first.

Rule # 6:
Please abide by these rules in order for me to maintain my concentration with whatever i am doing because time is gold, right timing is proper gold-digging. ok?


Summary:

GREEN -- must be texted always, no matter what. DO NOT call, just text. It usually includestatements such as "D2 n me" "D2 me fountain,wil w8 4u" "CR lng me" "Mern na ordrs u" "Pnta na u,pnta na me" etc.

YELLOW -- still, just text me, if there's no reply from me, it might mean i am busy, but i will make it a point to answer back ASAP if necessary. This usually includes inquiries which do not require my immediate attention (my own standards), but i can always weigh the situation if it is urgent on your part or not.

RED -- call without delay. If you decide to text me instead, i'll be the one to call you at the soonest possible time. I prefer calls for these situations since i seldom check my phone for messages.

BLACK -- texts i will just delete. nagsa-sayang ka lang ng load, network signal, oras etc. This usually include smileys out of nowhere, "Hi", "Hw r u?" etc. Mga sitwasyon na sasayang lang sa neurons ko. I need these neurons to function properly, especially now that my brain is being slowly depleted of oxygen because my respiratory tract is clogged with phlegm.


** This is a work of fiction, conceptualized as a form of leisure for the readers. This must not be taken seriously... but seriously, be ethical enough to text first before you call if your message is not important. It is lighter to text, load-wise, neurons-wise, network space-wise, and i could go on with this -wise, -wise bullcrap all day.. So please, just text. If i deem it necessary to reply back ASAP, i will, but if not, please do not waste my time. Because a minute talking to you about nonsense (in my own standards) is a minute of doing something useful for me to realize that i deserve my salary. Thank you.

Thursday, August 12, 2010

The Five Things I Learned, So Far, in My 24 Years of Existence

Originally meant to be a post for August 2010, i failed to publish it for unknown/forgotten reason. The original title was "The Five Things I Learned, So Far, In My 23 Years of Existence". So basically i just changed "23" to "24" since i am 24 now. But after reviewing this, these things still apply.

So we learn a lot of things as we interact with this world, which is basically the reason why we exist; so a lot of us are still crawling in the dark when it comes to finding our true potentials, which is essentially why we still do not cease to, well, exist; so i finally decided to put up the five (important) things i learned so far in my 24 years of interacting with this world...and this shall grow along the way.
The world is subjective, this is how i view it.

Numero Uno
There is no such thing as a "born leader".
Nobody interacts perfectly with this world. The world, as cliche as it may sound, is a harsh place. One day you are at the top of your game, the next day you are sinking rapidly at the bottom of this world's annals. I have had my experience of both worlds in the past and in the present. And although it may not be the best experience, it is most definitely a very meaningful one. Anyone who would want to refute this have not experienced the world's full wrath yet. (def. "Born Leader" - one who is superior to everyone in this race called world interaction......marathon)

Numero Dos
If you do not like what most people are going gaga for, you are either a hipster or a douche...or a combination of both: a Hipstouche
I remember using the term "hipster" referring to those morons in ASAP. Then i realized that those chimps are not hipster, they only dress and/or look like hipster. A hipster is a person who goes beyond or to the opposite of mainstream. And those gorillas are reeking mainstream. If you consider yourself "indie" then you may well be a hipster. Hipsters are criticized for being major douchebags since hipsters are sometimes known to spread douchiness. But those are the idiot hipsters. I do not like mainstream that much, i pretend to like mainstream for the benefit of the lower mortals... i mean, my friends (hehehe >:D) So... yeah i can definitely say that i am a hipster. (Got any problem with that? Because i will use my pseudovegan telekinesis on you!)

Numero Tres
Not everyone who speaks properly/well is included in the "elite" league of superior humans...if there is one in the first place.
As i mentioned above, there is no such thing as a "born leader". So a person speaks carabao english or has a speech defect. It does not mean that he's stupid. We shall never know what goes inside a person's head unless we ourselves experience it first-hand. And besides a lot of great speakers are just that, "great speakers". They just spread douchiness in this world and their main presence deprives us of safe air to breathe. Yes, i'm partially referring to the monkeys on TV.

Numero Quatro
It is better to just shut-up than alienate the people around you and end up being the odd one out.
Not everyone interacts with this world the same way as some people do. Having "weird" interests - as some called it - placed me in awkward conversations in the past, so whenever i feel like relating my "weird" interests to a certain topic during conversations, i just usually resort to encasing my thoughts instead of making a fool out of myself. That is why i am always on the lookout for someone who shares the same interests as me... always on the lookout. (and someday that creature will come and entertain me -- "creature" yes, i believe in life beyond this Universe) But i learned that too much restriction can rob you of your personality - as pointed out to me by my cousin years ago.

Numero Cinco
Learn to trust everybody you interact with in this world.
I do not see the credibility in the common version of this. I think not all people lie, and if they do lie it is mainly because they are protecting something. Don't get me wrong, i absolutely am a fan of House and his philosophies or "Houseisms" or whatever you would want to call it but i just do not think it is necessary to cover yourself with electric barbed wires everytime. I learned that if you trust someone, that person will do the same. It is pretty basic actually, it is the Golden Rule. I personally believe that the whole world will be a much better place if we all learn to trust the people we interact with everyday.