Showing posts with label studentoflife. Show all posts
Showing posts with label studentoflife. Show all posts

Tuesday, 17 July 2012

graduated

i graduated today. well, the ceremony that is. i officially graduated last year, and started working as a qualified therapist, but since our university decided to push the graduation rites from October 2011 to July 2012 (due to moving campuses and departments merging into one big mega-department for Sciences) thus the delayed ceremony.

more pictures later on in the week (i know my family is waiting like crazy to see them) as i can only grab photos from friends' facebook accounts.



here are a few photos:

with my cohort/groupmates




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with my two greatest friends in this world (not just in the UK), The Donns.




Tuesday, 19 July 2011

today



today was a mishmash of beautiful little moments.

i came home from work and saw that the washing i did from the night before were hanging by the washing line and obviously dried from the sun. that might be nothing to you, but for people like me who work and have no time to put in the washing line (and not sure of what weather it is today) tend to just dry my washing in the dryer. it was lovely, because nothing beats having clothes (most of the wash were towels and rugs) that smelt of sun and wind. i don't know,it just smells different. sun+wind+fabric conditioner vs dryer+ fabric conditioner is not a match. and most of all, it was Adrian who hung them on the line. ohh, i love me a house husband.


we had a nice chat and a snack of chocolate crosissant and coffee and decided to have a fish dinner. i was craving for some good old 'piniritong isda' and 'sinangag na kanin'. i live for my cravings. thats how i roll, day to day. its no wonder i am this size,but who cares right? (my diabetic doctor does,actually,haha).


after filling up with dinner, i checked my mobile and saw that i got a text from my classmate telling me that our final results are out in our university email. i hurriedly opened my mail and saw that indeed i got honours, but more than what i expected. i got an upper second class honours. Adrian was so proud of me and jokingly said, that 'not bad for a last minute student', referring to my attitude to studying which he wasnt too keen on. but at the end of the day,it really doesn't matter what i got, what matters is the love i have for the profession and to the clients i work for.

some wonderful snippets of my day, i hope you have many more in yours too;-)

Saturday, 16 July 2011

a therapeutic lunch

my classmates and i decided to have a lunch to celebrate the culmination of our university studies.

my classmate A volunteered her country pad for our lunch..

everyone had to bring something for the lunch..i brought spring rolls and some fresh strawberries from Adrian's garden.


some photos;-)






















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one of the many discussions we had was how annoying it is that the grad ceremony is not until next year. it will be a long wait and by then, we will not have the excitement to do the march.

(but i was fine, as i wanted my mom to be here)

also,we talked about how lucky we were to be given the chance and got the free university funding by the HSA (Health Strategic Authority, in connection with our prospective employers), but in the same breath,we know how difficult the job market is for newly qualified therapists like us since the recession and freezing of jobs in most of the public sector and private sector. we are just lucky that currently, we are in our current jobs, even if its only unqualified level.

overall, that lunch was a great way to cap off 4 years of getting to know one another, like-minded individuals who value our profession more than ever.

i cant wait for the next tete-a-tete

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PS> the reason why the grad ceremony was not until next year, is bec. the university's Health and Human Sciences (which my degree comes under) does not finalize the marks until end of July and the ceremonies for graduation is first week of July. Our student organization campaigned for it to be moved to October so we could still have it this year (in october). They finally approved it,but to be first trialled next year. the next year's graduates will graduate with my group next year.needless to say, they are very thankful to our batch,haha.

Tuesday, 12 April 2011

portraits of strangers

on Sunday,the 10th of April, i attended the "15-seconds of Portrait" masterclass by award-winning portrait photographer David Graham at the National Portrait Gallery.

it was a basic course for all levels just showing us his style and his ideas of (fine art) portrait photography.

The course was 5 hour course attended by professionals,hobbyists and some people in the magazine and make up industry who just wanted to learn some ideas about portrait photography.


Mr.Graham comes from the school of thought that portrait photography that "is staged, the person is looking straight into the lens, and engaging with the photographer with his eyes with MOUTHS CLOSED" (mostly sombre looking portraits)..or one or two of those elements combined.

With the current trend of staged portraiture photography right now,he thinks most portrait photographers are blurring documentary and portrait photography (which is actually what i like,haha).

He said,it only takes him 15 seconds to take a portrait of someone.He showed us photos of actors he took portraits of. One took 12 seconds, and one took 6 seconds. Although he said,he doesnt like taking portraits of actors or famous people. he said his best photos are from people that roam the streets.

The best part of the course?: learning how to get the courage to ask a stranger and to take their pics.

Part of the day's assignment was to pair up with someone.

I got paired up with photographer Orla.







She and i had to take photos of one another.
(i felt sorry for her,she sure got the poor end of the bargain for having to take photos of me,LOL)


Then another assignment was to head out to the streets for 30 minutes to take ask as many strangers for their photos. (now if you live in England,you know how difficult it is to do that as everyone is so paranoid of where their photos would end up). That is why most of my photos of strangers are documentary (where they are not looking), as i get so embarrassed asking them to look into my lens.

It was actually easier than i thought. No one said 'No' to me.





















these were all i could muster for 30 minutes as it was a good 10 minutes walking up and down the street from the National Portrait Gallery to Leicester Sguare.

The hardest part was asking people and to ask them to take their pics and not to smile, and mouths closed.(Mr.Graham said, that for him,to get the best of someone's portrait with mouths open, they either laugh out loud or not at all so, with mouths closed. Anything in between, for him is borderline 'fake' smile.)

Note: Mr.Graham comes from a different portraiture background. His background is not wedding nor glamour photography. So i feel,his school of thought is less mainstream. His works are in galleries (case en pointe: the national portrait gallery and the taylor wessing portrait exhibits).

Overall,the course was an immense help. it made me realise how i love street photography and (documentary photography) and its fine art aspect. it made me realise how i am more geared less and less out of the glamour aspect of photography these days, i don't know what happened, blame it on visiting the National Portrait Photography regularly the last few months and also recently seeing the Ida kar exhibition,maybe,i don't know.

it was nice to learn and hear from one of the Masters.

one for the road:




(practicing with Adrian when i met up with him for food,lol).




and oh: our snacks:




a sweet lemon and syrup pancake for the sweet toothed,me.




a savoury bacon and emmental cheese pancake for my date.

Monday, 28 March 2011

what is?



how does sleepless and stressed look like?


symptoms:

- eating loads (carbo,protein,chocolate overload and according to some: the more alcohol content the better)

- stops brushing hair

- stops looking in the mirror and grooming is last on the agenda

- stays in pyjamas the whole day when at home

- talks to self all the time. sometimes argues with self.

- forgets the name of people in the household and calls partner as "hey' and mostly with a request attached to sentence

- word finding problems

- stops in the middle of the road,and shouts "aha!/eureka!" and jots it down on the notebook attached to their hip 24/7

- obsession over word count and methodology

- hates the word "ethnographic, empirical and phenomenological" with passion

- and has plans to retire as soon as June comes.



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i love these textiles decorated around our study building.






i'll miss the creative vibe the uni gives at times were munching donuts and sipping double shot latte over arguments whether the study was peer reviewed or not.

i love the intellectual banter and jibes tossed around when part of our brain is worried about hand over deadlines and increase in parking tickets in our workplaces.

i will miss this.

Sunday, 13 March 2011

my diary says i'm almost there


june 6 is the last day i'll be physically in university to hand in my piece of research. (see the next few days that said holiday!holiday!,already the pages are rejoicing, haha).

browsing through the diary pages, i come across this date,and it reminded me ,i'm nearing the gates of ending my research life (for this year at least). part me of is so happy because i do not have to sit in long hours infront of my computer and books , but i know a big part of me will miss the high positive energy pressure of deadlines.


right now, Adrian is in the kitchen doing university work, marking student's papers, while i am here in the front room, blogging (having just retweaked again the work i've done). we have gotten used to this set-up that when its university crunch time, we are left to our own devices,doing what we have to do. hopefully,none of that anymore soon, (on my part,at least,haha).

and oh, i love my diary.



i could not survive without the security of its lavender-jacketed-organising.


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so really, as much as graduating is exciting, the thought of missing the people, the friends i made and the study group i belong to, is the sad part.

but for now,ill concentrate on the good part;-)

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a happy sunday to all of you;-)

Thursday, 25 November 2010

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i want to write a very long post. one that has so many words, so little spaces, a few pauses and hardly any breaths in between.

i do have a nice story to tell. well,a nice one for me and for my old age (hehe, tough luck on that!). something to re-read to myself. something that i can say i'm proud i've done (theres not much to say of that in my life anyway).

but, my energy is just nowhere to be seen. in fact, i just woke up in the couch, and adrian telling me to transfer to our bed (i fell asleep in the middle of the tv programme we were watching).

but i had a small window of opportunity,where there's silence from the telly mumbling about the news, and adrian tucked nicely in bed.

unfortunately, the energy isnt enough to get the story out there. im still (physically) exhausted, and my energy waning. but here, in my gut, i still have the need, that longing to blog, and i love that. i cant just pass that, can i?

so, in the effort to write something out of nothing, here's the attempt.

id leave the juicy details with me for now.

for the meantime, hug the ones you have in your life right now. they're precious.


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Burj Khalifa in Dubai. this photo has stories attached too:-)

Saturday, 17 July 2010

just a thought




at the training today, i used an old notebook.

i saw this scribbled on my handwriting in one of the pages.

"Work is two kinds; first, altering the position of matter at or near the earth's surface; second telling other people to do so. The first kind is unpleasant and ill paid, the second is pleasant and highly paid"..---Bertrand Russell.


i remember where i got it from, from one of the placement rotations i did last year.

it caught my eye obviously because i found the saying interesting and somewhat true, yet a little inadequate.

it obviously referred to manual work and managerial /higher position work.

what the respectable Mr. Russell did not mention that work has now evolved and that there is the third kind. the one that uses neither brute force nor verbal commandments to subordinates..but one that uses creativity and imagination, and that job satisfaction is highly important basing not on one's payment and currency exchange but instead, on self fulfillment after one's productivity output and good customer/client feedback.


i tell you what, Occupational Therapy is beautiful. it combines my creativity that i normally would utilise on my hobbies, and it uses academic grounding or whatever is left of my cerebral functions.

treatment of my clients are depending on how and what i think would suit their personality and their wishes, not because its what a medical book is advising me to. (obviously with adherance to clinical guidelines).


where else can a medical practitioner recommend "tap dancing and gardening" as client treatment, and "art appreciation" as part of their rehab programme?

only in my profession.


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alot of people i know can be very good Occupational Therapists.

(in fact, you my friends, who are planning to retrain for a new degree, try looking into OT).

Most friends i have think outside the box, are very creative, love the arts infused with medical and scientific knowledge (because we have to, all treatment are justified on why it is chosen) and throw in the interest of psychiatry and pyschology together, with an element of nurturing and caring quality, voila, an OT in the making.

Yes, you, can be an OT. Look into it. You just have to jump over the tedious studying hurdle. And if you are a studious person by any chance, you will love it even more. (Note the word 'studious', not 'bookish' as bookish types tend to be stick-in-mud,and have difficulty thinking-on-the-spot, a very important core skill in therapy).


And if you are also a lackadaisical person, you wouldnt be able to manage it too, as the sciences, are an important foundation to put a backbone to the profession. and yeah, the emphasis on it actually throws you off centre initially.

You just have to be the right sort of balance of a person. And from people i know and friendships i have formed: i just know, my friends are the sort of people who i know could work with my client group.

And run away at the end of the day, smiling (and blogging) about it=)


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i am just everyday humbled by the people i work with. they are such an interesting bunch.

and i wish you were there today to know what i mean.=)




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seriously, if you are planning on retraining for a degree, look into Occupational Therapy. (not to be confused with Occupational Health-- OH is not a profession, it is a department that deals with Work health concerns like back problems, stress at work, injury at work and safeguarding and regulation of diseases/illnesses at the workplace ).

Occupational Therapy is an allied medical degree that is currently still being debated as at the World Federation of OT conference whether it is Art or Science.

although you end up with a BSc degree, you end up nothing less but be creative.


you can email me too for questions if you are interested..x

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photo: the river thames, Maldon Estuary..

Thursday, 8 July 2010

spammed




i almost had the urge to open a spam mail titled "Babies from china for sale".

but i didnt. it goes to show how broody i am

i didnt open it because one: i know its a con for gullible people.

second: because it will only confirm how desperate i am (*sniggers at self*).


blame it on babies i see every single day of my life. they're just so cute and adorable.

and of course, the maternal instinct in me is kicking in.

it has since 2003,hehe.

but really, how can i be a good mother when i could hardly be bothered to do some running around and playing endless in the park? (im too lazy)

i can never be a good mother that i can only take coo-ing adorable ones, and when they start to cry, i develop a migraine.

i love waking up late (when its a weekend).

i love staying up late (every night).

and with my health problems, the child will end up being my carer when s/he is 5 years old.

all these point to me being an unsuitable mother.


but all's not lost. there are some things i could do, in my own humble way.

for sure: the child will have the best parties and photos any child could ask for.

and if its girl, she'll have a cosmetic collection fit for celebrity.

so universe, 2 out of 10, is better than nil.

Friday, 4 June 2010

some things to consider





My mind's filled with so much information about prison legislation, forensic mental health regulations, and trends in health and social care.

I have been reading and rechecking my work for handing in to university and im neither in the beginning nor near the end. It feels endless.

I bet they call this mid-essay crises. You thought you started with a goal, and by the middle of it all, you feel youre losing your way and the end is nowhere in sight.

The good thing is, i still have the weekend before work next week. Sembreak is too short, methinks.


Other than that, i am grateful. Grateful for opportunities and chances in life.


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I cant wait for July. Hopefully, i could concentrate on chilling out during university days (its summer break for me,weeheeey!).


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While im typing this, the tv blasts with infomercials about Mari's Windsor Pilates. it shows many previously flabby women, who now look like models. (with picture evidence).

Anyone who has tried it, please drop me a line if it works. It sounds to good to be true, you apparently have to do it for only 20 minutes 3x a week. Very doable, sounds like, but i have doubts with infomercials. All they sell sound very much miracle-inducers.

If it worked on someone i know, then maybe i'll change my tune.



photo: a view from a tearoom window in an antique centre.