my RL and VL collide

This post is dedicated to Vicki, a Dumaguetena who now resides in Germany, whom I met virtually through this weblog!

Several weeks back I mentioned in a post that once upon a time, during high school, I used to have a German penpal, primarily because my friends and I were collecting stamps from exotic countries. Vicki, quick to indulge my affinity for stamps, sent me an "experimental" postcard. Experimental because my real name is not published here and I asked her to just address the postcard to "Dr. A. Nesstajah, c/o Manong Cardo, Operating Room, Silliman Medical Center, Dumaguete City." The name, of course, is derived from my specialty which is anesthesia. Manong Cardo is our male aide at the OR whom I wrote about as my hero at work. Would the Dumaguete Post Office and the hospital receptionist deliver?

Well!! Here's the evidence!

Manong Cardo and the postcard from Germany

Vicki's postcard with classmates Dr. Bong and me, fully scrubbed and gowned this time

After surgery, the surgeons usually buy lunch or dinner for the entire OR staff. Yehey! "Mangaon ta," says Nong Cardo.

To celebrate the meeting of my Real Life and my Virtual Life, coffee and the New York Blueberry Cheesecake at Don Atilano. Ahh!

Vielen Dank, Vicki!

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fidgeting about feedjit

Once upon a time I said that on my weblog, I'll never put one of those thingamajigs that show who's been here and what they clicked on. But each time I went to Doc Remo's or Doc Mel's blogs I got more and more curious about their feedjit widgets. And so finally, yesterday, I decided to give it a try, maybe just for a couple of days or so.

So far, it's been fun looking at all those icons, flags, arrows, data, etc. Nakakaaliw. It reminded me of high school days when we all had pen pals because we liked to collect exotic stamps from exotic places. I still remember my penpal, his name was Arndt Reidl from Germany. We were corresponding for several months already and my friends and I were very enthusiastic because the stamps from his country were big and colorful. Then one day he sent a picture and I was horrified because he looked like a giant. Abrupt end of letter writing and stamp collecting.