MUSCLES OF THE HEAD & NECK
ORBICULARIS OCULI – encircles eyelid – closes eye
LEVATOR PALPEBRAE SUPERIOSIS – back of orbit to upper eyelid – opens eye
ORBICULARIS ORIS – encircles mouth – closes lips
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A question dawned on me, what about here in the Philippines? I mean, we Pinoy netizens (at least the financially-blessed among us) have been happily blogging or telling stories to our friends/readers both online and offline about our new and latest desktops, gaming consoles, mobile phones, peripherals and pretty much everything electronic. It generates buzz, fame, albeit jealousy and traffic for those who blog about it.
But what about the old rig that was replaced? The yester-month’s model now deemed as unfit to be shown on flickr albums for they are now relics, even fossils of the digital age? In an earlier piece, I suggested how these old-yet-functioning pieces of electronics can be disposed off by selling them in eBay or other forums. Again, what about the ones that are completely obsolete, non-functioning or cannot be sold off?
In the U.K., believe it or not, they have an association called the National Phobics Society. It is a 30-year old registered charity association which believes that only a fellow phobic sufferer can truly care for another phobic patient. It has thousands of members in the U.K. and all over the world. I said “believe-it-or-not,” in my opening statement not to offend or sound derogatory, but in utter amazement. Though I’m certain that there are many phobic sufferers here in the Philippines, I do not think an organization devoted to the mitigation of fear symptoms exists here.

This is my “personal encounter” with a little known yet wondrous tuber called Yacon.
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Still, that word rings in my mind: organize.
For this I was contemplating on getting my own organizer, not a PDA which would cost me a semester’s tuition, but rather a simple good ‘ol fashion paper notebook. Speaking of which, I can’t wait for the moleskine notebooks I’ve ordered to arrive. And that’s what keeping me from rushing out to get a personal organizer.
What a joy it would be to organize my current life with a moleskine notebook? Wee! I’m just so excited. However, have you ever wondered how life itself is organized? “Not exactly a soup question is it?” As Sean Connery once said in the great film, “Finding Forrester.”
I heard the good secretary of health this morning in a morning show saying “the baby is already in a severe condition, with sepsis…” What??? Wow, I just can’t believe he said that kind of excuse! The fact of the matter is, the hospital staff used the wrong injection to the poor girl at hindi pinag-uusapan dito kung gaano kalala ang kondisyon ng pasyente.
It is a client problem that is present at the time of the nursing assessment. Examples are Ineffective Breathing Pattern and Anxiety. An actual nursing diagnosis is based on the presence of associated signs and symptoms. Read more…
I wasn’t contented using Kiehl’s lip balm alone. So, I was in dire search for an alternative lipgloss. Kiehl’s is good if lips are so sored and chapped that it needs instant TLC in a jiffy. But, I don’t think it’s a great bud for daily lip-fix maintenance.
Crabtree & Evelyn Jojoba Oil Conditioning Lip Balm

I never thought that controlling sebum overproduction is possible. For people who are terribly oily like me, controlling it is such a tortuous ordeal. I used to waste 4-5 sheets of oil blotting paper just to nix the icky grease that’s inundating my entire face! I’ve never been a type of person who always retouches to zap the shine lest the build up will cause me more zits. And speaking of zits–the number one ingredient of it is this 3-lettered-word: OIL.
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When you believe that you cannot stitch your own heart back together, go to work on the hearts of other people; there is no surer way to repair yourself than to repair them.read more?
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My daughter and I lost two very special people in our lives at crucial points in our childhood.
When I was 16 years old, my father died from a massive heart attack at the age of 49. We weren’t able to say good-bye to him. I remember the day as if it took place only yesterday. Some memories stay with you for the rest of your life. P was 7 when her younger brother Migi died. He was four and they were as tight as tight could be. She wasn’t able to bid him good-bye either.more on how to deal with loss here
They say that you can tell a lot about a woman or a man just by looking at their hands, feet and teeth.
Growing up, I remember how my father, a stickler for grooming and style would say “You can tell a lot about a man by his shoes and his belt.” I suppose the same holds for a woman’s bag and shoes as well. However, I digress…
It did work, for it controlled, styled, and maintained nearly all hair types to achieve the desired effects; look ‘hip and cool’, attract the most number of girls in campus, declare a sense of being a rebel, and finally aid in the winning over the significant other’s affection and love.
A hair sytled with hair gel can be likened to one’s crown, or more so, one’s ego. So if it gets disturbed, ruined, wet or out of shape – even by single strand, either by mere accident hell is most certainly to break out. Most school brawls during my time were actually set-off by this little hair-related mess ups.
However, there is another rule, this time one that is truly written in the school handbook, zealously enforced by the school administration and deeply scourned by almost every hair-gel wearing student in school. It reads, “Hair gel is strictly prohibited from being used on campus.”
I bravely answered with a matching facial expression, “Growing old and all wrinkled up.” We all broke out into laughter and when the laughing subsided, everyone listened in to hear the second half of my answer. “Growing really old quite scares me because I’ll loose my hair, teeth and my skin would shrivel like a raisin or a loose bag or something. Looking at my grandparents today, I wouldn’t want to end up looking exactly like them.” Laughters resume coupled with a few cheers and jokes. I quickly quipped to wrap up my turn with a punch line.
“Besides, I want look good and young when I get buried.”

The use of mind-expanding and/or sedative drugs is not exclusively a modern day phenomenon in the Philippine archipelago. It has been part of the local landscape since the Spanish regime. In fact, even Jose Rizal painted one of his prominent characters of Noli Me Tangere as having spent his final years as a drug addict. He was once a wealthy and powerful man who had later become feebly, jaundiced and grungy; spending the daytime sitting by the sidewalk and staring mindlessly at nothing in particular — totally lost in space. In the evenings, he could be seen leaning on his cane as he walked toward a filthy, narrow alley that leads to the door of Anfion Public Smoking Den.
mind you, this is not your ordinary teenage vampire slayer. since i’ve been a sucker for Lush products, I grabbed this ingenious, exfoliating body butter since I’ve heard positive raves about its anti-cellulite prowess. I don’t have those icky, nasty thigh dimples, but I use it to lighten and smoothen up my rear and thighs or even hinder/lighten those stretchies from invading my upper thighs
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As I scratch my nose in between the keystrokes of writing this piece, memories and thoughts about noses run through my mind. (Qui-Gon Jinn was right, “your focus determines your reality”.) I remember a classmate of mine back in my freshman highschool days who was brave (foolish really) enough to stand up and get himself into a brawl with a senior. Things got ugly, his face, rather his nose got really ugly. It recieved a kick from the senior he picked a tussle with and the result was a broken, nearly deformed nasal bridge, preceeded by massive bleeding of course. He was rushed to the hospital and was discharged after a few stiches. He fully recovered but not the shape of his nose. It stands out and simply attracts quite an attention from anyone who happens to sees it.
To illustrate what I am driving at, one must simply look at Owen Wilson’s nose and I’m sure you’ll get the picture.
I could now lift heavier things all by my self like those wooden and heavy couches, my fellow stage actors and actresses whenever the director wants me to, push huge and heavy cabinets around the house and save myself from being the target of thin jokes. I’d have no trouble getting qualified to donate blood to the needy because I’d be never dismissed as being underweight.
My mom would no longer pester me to take those vitamin pills and to stop staying up late at night. Friends and strangers would no longer assume that I’m frail and sickly. There are more possibilities, some are good and some are not good.