The_Grimwitch_Chronicles

This is a chronicle of a young woman who has chronicled her life in notebooks she had made herself and suddenly discovered the availability of Blogs and how she could share a part of her secret self to the virtual community.

5:59 pm

Melamine = Kidney Stones

Posted by Leto of Blood


In Asia nowadays, people are scared of taking in dairy products or anything that has milk in it, especially if it's from China. News are flashed on the television informing us about the pull-out of Chinese-imported products that contain milk or that it causes kidney stones in children but they never tell us, their viewers, what the hell "melamine" is about. Questions kept sprouting in my class which I try to answer as patiently as I could, though they are totally unrelated to my lecture for the day: How does melamine get in the milk? What is melamine's real use? How does it cause kidney stones? Does it affect adult kidneys too?

Literature in the textbooks and journals are not really that helpful because they are not for laymen. People with very little understanding of scientific terms will have kidney stones before they could ever decipher what the article was all about...so I'll try and explain it as simple as possible.

Before it was identified as a "bad guy" in the news, let me tell you what it was before all the media attention. Melamine is classified as a very heat resistant resin. If you have those microwaveable plastic bowls, these have been coated with melamine to prevent melting of the plastic when microwave particles pass through it to heat food. In fact, they are sometimes found in flame retardants! Melamine is also used to coat counter tops and white boards - see their glossy surface? That is melamine. Sometimes, it's found in glue (the ones that say that do not produce noxious fumes) and of course, burn proof fabrics like aprons and pot holders. Its derivatives from arsenic is used to treat African trypanosomiasis - therefore, an important chemotherapeutic agent.

Its usefulness was exploited in the late 1950's when it was patented as a non-protein nitrogen source for cattle but was turned down after several studies because it was difficult to digest and that urea and cottonseed would be better alternatives. You may ask, why do these cows need a nitrogen source? They need nitrogen to build protein. Their diet which is mainly grass, contain chlorophyll, a little nitrogen and many fiber. To become economically beneficial, they need to have more muscle. More muscle means more meat. The heavier they will be, the more money they will fetch for their owners.

Melamine manufacturers were not disheartened. They incorporated melamine in food products (like those that contain milk!) to increase their advertised protein content without really spending much on a natural protein source. Its very convenient for food products to claim protein contents since the tests used aren't specific for what kind of protein is being claimed in the nutrition label. Now, the plot thickens...how in the world do these food manufacturers add an insoluble substance like melamine in milk? They mix it with formaldehyde...which will also lengthen the storage period of their product.

Let's not get scared yet. Melamine is not really toxic...in low doses. In fact, it's lethal dose is less than 3grams per kilogram (based on rats). So if you're 60 kilograms, it would take 180 grams of melamine to kill you...and that's quite a lot. Besides, melamine alone will not kill you. Its combination with cyanuric acid will.

(Cough!) WHAT IS CYANURIC ACID?!

Cyanuric acid is an ingredient of some bleaches, disinfectants and herbicides. Sometimes, this is found in drinking water especially in heavily herbicide-bombed areas. There was a study conducted that cyanuric acid is also as toxic as melamine when alone. However, when combined with melamine, they cause major damage like the fatal kidney/bladder stones in children. These may lead to bladder cancer or worse, reproductive problems.

Let me clarify that today's melamine scare affected children because they're the ones that usually feed on milk. Although it is not stated in the literature that I've read, adult kidneys are prone to melamine cyanurate (the compound formed from cyanuric acid and melamine) because these developed kidneys are more prone to abuse like alcohol ingestion and of course accessibility to high protein diets (think Atkins's diet, steaks and protein shakes). Children have lower body mass so acute melamine toxicity is easier observed in them. Maybe it'll take me 5 more packs of soft chewy chinese White Rabbit candies before I experience this.

How does melamine get into Chinese milk? I have three (3) possible theories:
1. It's ingested by the cows themselves. Maybe there are unscrupulous herders that add melamine to cattle feed in hopes of increasing the nitrogen content in their diets. Cats die of renal failure by ingesting melamine..what more of cows, which are bigger than they are? Before they die, their milk may have been transported halfway across the world.
2. It may have been added in the milk to increase its protein content. They might have dissolved a little melamine in formaldehyde, then added it to the milk before being analyzed. It's like hitting 2 birds with 1 stone. Longer storage and higher protein means more profits.
3. It might have been in the container. Melamine has been used in fire-proofing or for making smoother surfaces, it is possible.

I hope our BFAD recalls all the milk products from our supermarkets, especially if they're from China. How do we protect ourselves while these melamine issue isn't resolved? Simple. Beware of anything dairy that is from China - that includes their chocolates, candies, cakes, cookies, biscuits, milk and anything that could possibly contain milk. Next, ask yourself if the protein content in a particular product has logical amount of protein. For example, if none of the ingredients in your bag chips naturally contains protein and the nutrition labels says it has protein...don't buy it! Lastly, eat fresh food that is locally grown. Like buying fresh carabao milk from your local farmers or from people who are into organic farming. It'll do the local economy some good and it will definitely keep your kidneys safe.

3:31 pm

12. Thank Goodness!

Posted by Leto of Blood

I have been panicking for a month. Why? Read on.

My husband lent me his laptop and since I got wi-fi access in my shop, I was delirious with techie happiness. I can access my emails whenever I like and watch online movies and tv shows abroad without ever going anywhere! I could chat with my friends from abroad and of course, updated in their social lives. It was bliss...and then..I remembered my blog.

My goodness!

That's when I started to panic. I realized that I've lost my online diary! I had never expected that I would lose my account that fast. Thought came running to my mind:Was it deleted? Did someone know my password that they changed it so that I could not make another entry? I have made lots of entries here and that would have been quite a loss for me.

I tried making another account using my Gmail but I miss this account. I really do. Blogspot new accounts have to be logged on using Gmail nowadays. It's a little disheartening to see the message that my email is not recognized.

I have used the help portion found in this site lots of times but I never seem to get it right. I managed to reset my email address' password and here I am! Blogging as ever before.

As Captain Barbossa (Pirates of the CARIBBEAN:At World's End)said, "For sure, you have to be lost to find a place that can't be found, elseways everyone would know where it was."

5:51 pm

An Illicit Affair

Posted by Leto of Blood



My Uriel has been nagging me for the longest time to resume working for the profession we've sweated blood and tears in college to practice: Pharmacy. After we've passed the boards, we have tied the knot with it.

Like a wife that needs to be monetarily benefited, I pay the PTR every year - just in case I felt like practicing again...and renew the license regularly very 3(or was it 2?) years so I could be updated at the PRC (Professional Regulatory Commission). He's irritated that I kept borrowing (not that often!?) money from him for that...which he thinks illogical and a waste of money.My mind agrees with him completely. Why not? The government earns money off me more than I earn from my "profession".

Ever since I got my license, I've been paid for pharmaceutical positions a little over than the basic pay for ordinary employee...which is an injustice, considering that rank and file employees do not undergo rigid evaluation after they graduate (like taking the board exams, for instance!). Pharmacists have to worry themselves about documents for the Bureau and other government agencies (which involve a lot of PR and diplomacy to get things done without That fact disillusioned me from the practice of pharmacy.



Like a mistress waiting for an opportunity for the tempted to succumb to her charms, I fell for the practice of Education. I was in between jobs when I was invited by one of the popular health science colleges in manila to be their lecturer for a semester. They've been short of professors lately and since they think I'm qualified for that, they've been bugging me since. So I gave in.

I taught senior and junior students of pharmacy all the pharmaceutical sciences I've learned from the practice and of course what I learned when I was in college. I never realized what power I hold in molding the minds of my future colleagues - they were awed by the fact that they've been taught by a board exam topnotcher (which I never flaunted, or thought of as anything special.) I was easily popular with the students because I have made it my personal mission to teach only what can be useful in actual practice.

Like all relationships, my mistress gradually showed her true colors as the one-semester contracted ended and was renewed to a full teaching contract (one whole school year). I began to feel the professional jealousy of my co-professors who are much older and definitely more experienced than I am. There were smattering of intrigues and subtle bribes offered by my students. I was getting noticed adversely by the conservative administration for my radical teaching styles. I got tired of handling many students (imagine, 1 class will have an average of 80 students!). I was overworked beyond compare...It took one big fight with my beau boi before I finally realized I needed to strike a balance somewhere.

I quit my teaching job there and drifted from one teaching job to another. I taught middle school, Koreans, Japanese, Chinese, high school students, post-college students...It was exhilarating how I managed to get into my student's psyche and teach them what they ought to know. But still, I'm getting rustier and rustier in Pharmaceutical Science.

Despite of all the teaching I did, I neglected the profession that I swore to practice till I die. It took me a failing grade in the APEC to realize that...much to my disappointment. It humbled me to a point that I had to be a pharmacist again. So...I struck an idea: MOONLIGHTING.

I looked for a job as a pharmacist for a food supplement shoppe in a nearby mall in the afternoons and taught in the morning at a nursing college. It enabled me to enjoy the best of both worlds. I work part time for 20 hours a week in the college while I have 50 hours a week in the shoppe. Although my husband and I split the household bills, I earned enough for my (and his) luxuries and debts.

It's a fun experience, although some of my friends caution me that it's exhausting (which is true...imagine rushing from one place of work to another) and that it might limit my chances of bearing and caring for children-to-be. Uriel and I take it in stride...we're not much of a hurry for anything.

4:16 pm

Traditional Filipino Halloween

Posted by Leto of Blood

I went online today and chatted with my students who are scattered out of town, celebrating the Halloween season with their families. I agree that they deserve a break...after all, when I see them next semester, they'd definitely return to their former selves: dark circles under their eyes, dry skin and gaunt faces. When I ask them how they celebrate Halloween, I got similar answers. Someone said that they went to the mall to shop. Another went to the beach with friends. Somebody went to the cemetery to sell candles and flowers or paint tombs. It's either a variation of any of these answers.

It saddens me to think that the youth of today's Philippines does not practice what had been ingrained in our culture from one generation to the next. I think the government knows that Halloween is a lame excuse for local tourism or semi-reunions that it never extended October 31st (as what local employees expected)as non-working legal holiday this year. Though there is still the usual influx of people visiting their dead relatives in the cemeteries, may it be in the provinces or in the city, traditional celebration is not observed as usual.

I saw children in the mall line up in the activity area, wearing masks or face paint. They all want to "trick or treat" the participating mall tenants. There are specialty shops that sell latex masks galore, all Halloween trinkets imaginable, sound cards that emit blood curdling clips to scare unwary strangers, candles of all sorts of molds and scents, costumes of fairies to ghouls, styrofoam bones and wigs of all colors and cut. It's blatant commercialism at its best.

What happened to the days when the youth would, at the eve of Halloween, help their parents cook rice cakes to offer for their dead ancestors and the lost souls that would come and visit them? On the feast of All Soul's, the young would form groups that would go from house to house doing "pangangaluluwa." It's the Filipino version of Halloween carols. These carolers will pretend that they are hungry,lost souls that has just come out from the gates of heaven.They will beg the owner of the house for food.If the owner of the house disregards their pleas, these carolers will steal the owner's chicken or vegetable. At the stroke of six,it is traditional for the whole family to light candles at the entrance of their house,the altar and the table where the feast for the dead is laid out. The whole family will kneel in front of the altar and pray for the souls of their departed relatives and friends. After the long prayer is over,the family will eat rice cakes like biko, suman and kalamay. The elders believe that the dead likes to eat sweet and sticky rice cakes. It is believed that before the break of dawn,these souls will return to heaven. The next day,the whole family will visit the cemetery to clean the tombs of their relatives. They will cut grass and weeds that surround the tomb, sweep it away and eventually paint the tomb white. After the paint has dried out, they will light candles and offer colorful flowers for the dead. They will whisper a short prayer so that its soul will achieve eternal rest.

I understand that many young people I know are too preoccupied to care about traditional Halloween practices. But won't it be much better if we, older people, pass on these traditions to the next generation? How can our culture exist if we do not safeguard it in the future?

If you ask me where I'll be spending my Halloween, it would be with my family. My siblings have planned a get-away to Baguio for the holidays. We're leaving tomorrow night, leaving our parents behind, to attend to the mundane world of local politics.

2:29 pm

08. Turn of the 3rd Decade of Existence

Posted by Leto of Blood

In retrospect,I think 2006 has been a year of delays and stresses for realizing my true potential. It had been a year of separation for my family - separation from my brother, Body; from memorabilia that celebrated milestones in our lives; from clothes and other stuff that were unknowingly stolen during renovation; from our previous lifestyle. We all had to adjust to my mum's retirement, my new sister-on-law, our new business, and our financial situation.

The first quarter had been the usual routine - working hard to earn enough to pay for utilities and some money to spend for little luxuries (like silver jewelry, shoes, bags and hair accessories). We had a new business venture, a canteen launched before my birthday, that will ensure that my family eats for more than three times a day - something that we were never brought up on. Food had always been scarce for us when we're all in college since we don't eat breakfast for fear of being late for school, we eat very little lunch because we need to save enough money for school expenses and we can't really eat a decent dinner because we're too tired to eat at midnight and would rather sleep or do something relaxing. Along with that canteen came the new house helps, who are either weirdly psychotic or with awesome attitude problems. Body got married in church on a Valentine's day. Before the wedding, we had to ask our relatives to help out with the food and other expenses because we can't afford a grandiose wedding that they have been hankering for. My mum spent most of her money on computers (the one I'm using now), printers, copiers and mobile phones. She busied herself on the canteen, organizing files and of course, cooking food when we got fed up hiring cooks!

The second quarter had been tiring for me since I was working for 48 hours a week for SMCSJ and WJA. Added to that was the stress of my mum preparing for her long awaited trip in the US and Canada. She has been working for so long that going to that place is one of her achievements in life. Living with strangers (the house helps) is an adjustment that we all had to make. My dad, with his sarcasm and ironic sense of humor, have been making it difficult to make these house helps stay for more than a month. It's hell when I have to start training new personnel for the canteen every other month. I'm thankful that my boyfriend can put up with my tantrums during these times. I know how I can be such a pain in the ass.My boyfriend and I celebrated our 9th year of Visita Iglesia, with prayers and hopes of a brighter future for the both of us. When my Bo's birthday arrived, it felt so weird celebrating it without him. He was my pet, a frequent recipient of "blessings" from me (free cinema tickets, occasional fine dining, clothes, shoes, bags, etc.) and he was gone. I think I've been jealous of his new family because I had been his confidante and adviser but now, I'm a deleterious sister he despises like pestilence. He has changed and he has aged. I miss my brother and I hate to see him live his life like that.

Third quarter was the most traumatic period for me and my siblings. With my mum gone and having fun somewhere in North America, we have to put up with the recent renovation of the house, the business space and managing the canteen. Most of our stuff are (still)wrapped and hauled on a makeshift trailer. Then, major devastating storms, thieving construction workers, and nasty pests destroyed our precious possessions and along with it, memories when we had a normal life. We had to sleep on hammocks because the floor is flooded and slippery.We had to be content with modest clothing since we can't choose what we want to wear and some have already been stolen by the construction workers who are working on our house. I also had to contend with my father asking money for construction costs and balancing the budget for other house utilities. I was forbidden to tell my mum really bad stuff about what happened to our books, pictures and memorabilia since it would definitely break her heart and her savings. My boyfriend and I busied ourselves getting documents to migrate to Australia for good. We both plan to get married a year after staying there and saving up for the wedding of our dreams.

The last quarter was a little better than the horrendous previous quarter. My mum returned from the Americas with souvenir photos, lots of clothing from relatives and friends, chocolates from duty free and a little poorer than the usual. We had to put up with her endless stories about life in the U.S. of A and Canada. She liked her stay with friends and relatives. She would've stayed if she got hired there. It would've been better that way because when she got back, she saw the house is total chaos. We all thought she'd break down, luckily, she did not. She took it in stride. She managed to pull off a successful hermana mayora -ship of the parochial fiesta and still live off her pension from the bank. Our Christmas and New Year's Eve aren't that grand as with our previous years. My sister and brother's family didn't spend them with us, which caused my parents to feel a little lonely without them. My married siblings tried to make up for that by being present at reunions and family functions during the holidays. However, it breaks my heart to see my parents' eyes linger longingly as their cars drive away and my nephews waving like there's no tomorrow at their grandparents sitting under the mango tree.

They say I'm lucky to have the gift of foresight, to tell what the future holds with a flip of my contraptions(tarot cards/runes/dice), to be receptive to changes...but am I Fate that can truly dictate what destiny lies in wait for this year? I am, like other mere mortals, pray for a better tomorrow while savoring today and learning from the past.

Numerology states that I'm lucky this year since it's my 30th year. I'm a Fire Snake and a mutable watery Pisces...contrasting fortunes are predicted for me. All I know is that my choices affect the fate I hold.