On Dungeons and Donkeys*

Radiation chuchu

2011-03-15T08:58:00.000+08:00

16 hours and 19 minutes ago.

Breathe: Hala dapat kapuli na ta bago mag 4PM kay may radiation chuchu* kuno!
(*chuchu - common neologism observed in manic and hypomanic patients)
Me: Tuod bala?
Dobel: Kagina gapati ka nga mapa-Boracay ta, dayon ini nga halin sa BBC News indi ka magpati?!
(7 seconds later.)
Me: Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck!
(Anxiety level increasing. Physiologic changes related to elevated serum epinephrine level manifested. 3 minutes more of screaming and panicking. RLE Group 4 staring.)
Me: Ma-end na ang world kag wala ko pa nahambalan ang person nga like ko nga like ko siya!
(Chos. More panicking thereafter.)

16 hours and 19 minutes after the radiation leak at Fukushima nuclear power plants. I'm still breathing, thyroid glands intact, manhood intact (and stiff, morning woody rofl). Fortunately, I'm still free from any chromosomal mutation changes, so I decided to do my NRES related lit.

Exactly one hour later. Done. But, wait... FUCK. I finished my part for our related lit within an hour?! What fuckery is this? Have I deviated from my normal procrastination patterns? Had my neural network mutated over night while I sleep soundly and oblivious that the my room is intoxicated with nuclear gases?! In the midst of my woe-is-me-I'm-turning-into-a-mutant-ninja-turtle litany, my sister knocked. And I was in disbelief with what I saw, her face human-like, her paws transformed into human fingers, her body odor... still the same. It appears to be my sister has evolved into a normal earthling, while I, on the other hand, seem to mutate into some extraterrestrial being with an advanced mental capacity. With my heart racing, I was in a state of panic not knowing what to do, so I slammed the door using my alien hands (but I'm quite not so sure if I did use my alien hands or my advanced brain to telepathically slam the door shut).

I hope everyone is all right. To all my beloved human readers and stalkers, please send me food.

Word Salad 3.5

2011-03-05T17:01:00.000+08:00

After our first week of Psychiatric-Mental Health Nursing RLE, I definitely fell in love with BSN 3-B RLE Group 4. Go Fantastic 4, lezz do this psyche shit! :)

Word Salad 3.4

2011-02-28T12:53:00.001+08:00

Two weeks since my last post. Too many things have happened, too many thoughts have blundered my mind, just too many. And I was blank most of the time within that span of duration. Even right now, as I type these random words (just so I could update my blog), I am as blank as Kirsten Stewart, my facial expression... expressionless (and yes, Karen, I still can't believe what I did at Aura, all the more with the fact that dancing is one of the very few things that could stimulate my facial nerves into producing humane facial expressions, of which I presumed before I wasn't capable of).

But I'm back to reality, facially emotionless and flat :|

And beyond my superficial facade dwells a labyrinth of puzzles, questions, and of course, sex--okay, don't mind the last one. You see, I am preoccupied lately with a lot of questions in my head that seemed to bombard my feeble mind seamlessly. And the hardest part is I don't know which of these endless questions I should answer first--let alone finding the answers. On the brighter prospect, these questions, which we seek answers to, which add meaningfulness to our existence, are definitely what makes life life. That continues to stun our mere, helpless beings with uncalled for mindfucks.

"Oh well, that's life." Indeed. Any questions?

On Singles Awareness Day

2011-02-14T21:23:00.000+08:00

It's that time of the year again. ~~Valentine's Day~~. Bitter Singles Awareness Day.

Being single on this hallmark holiday, I thought I was going to drown myself in bitterness. Then, gasp for air--breath--and stare at all the happy couples with all their flowers, chocolates, and crap. And singlehood would pull my untouched body deeper into the depths of bitterness.

But swear to God, I'm not bitter. Slight? Perhaps.

That's why I've attended the Nary Lala & Co.'s Singles Lunch today, which was supposedly held at Afrique's Robinsons, but since all the love birds had to infest almost all restaurants in the mall and the rest of the city, we, singles--happy singles, to be specific--had to evacuate and relocate to another venue. Mooon Cafe. It was a good decision, considering that our single stomachs were full and contented after a laughter-filled pig-out session with fellow full-pledged singles. We laughed at random jokes, we laughed and made fun of the happy couples we familiarly know, we laughed more with everyday delinquencies, everyday singleness, everyday still-at-risk-of-dying-a-virgin condition, but we laughed most while making fun of all the happy couples.

Sounds like a successful lunch gathering for (bitter) singles on a Valentine's day.

But as the day ended, when all my fellow singles have gone home, I was left alone to rekindle with this progressive disease condition, like an IgE-mediated hypersensitivity reaction, wondering when I'll savor my much-awaited desensitization ritual--that someday I will be able to face an antigen, whom I presumed I will never have any form of contact with, fortunately not sensitized, no inflammatory mediators to stop me, still breathing normally and a stable immune functioning with no clinical manifestations of an expected anaphylactoid reaction.

To put it in simpler terms, I ask myself when I'll have that strength to defy gravity and move beyond the boundaries of physics that pull me into this blackhole of singlehood.

To my fellow singles, don't give up just yet. Someday, we'll be lest vengeful once we partake on a real Valentine's Day complete with the sudden rush of sex hormones and an empty wallet spent on flowers, chocolates, and other crap. That Valentine's Day will no longer be an intangible hypothetical concept or an illusionary fragment of our subconscious need for love or lust.

Someday. But for the mean time, let's toast to Bitter Singles Awareness Day, to our unbounded flirting activities and promiscuous nights. Happy ~~Bitter Singles Awareness~~ Valentine's Day!

2011-02-11T21:36:00.000+08:00

Manny Pacquiao in MTV Cribs

2011-02-06T21:50:00.002+08:00

No way o_o
Post script: Thank you theslapshocker (Jonalyn's loverboy) for sharing this vid in her plurk post.

Mindfucked

2011-02-06T21:27:00.003+08:00

Hello, February. And it's been more or less than a week since I last blogged. To wrap up what my week of blog abstinence had become, I could say that my life has gradually evolved into a futile form of boredom. I don't go out of the house that much, which reminds me btw, I should have had jogged earlier with JM today at Bike Road, but since I am currently recuperating and compensating for the productivity I have poured into my nth nursing process yesterday, I instead planned to chill and stalk people online the whole afternoon.

On the other hand, I was, surprisingly, in the mood to go out. Was. Seven hours ago.

I planned to visit my ex-bestfriend's house due to the fact that I sort of miss her, but mostly because I miss her 55-year-old yaya more than her. Lol sounds weird but I have to admit. Her yaya makes a better friend than my ex-bestfriend. And every time I had the opportunity to phone her, she's usually out (dating with her boyfriend pffffft), but fortunately, her yaya is there to save the day and accommodate the time to have a quick update of what has become of my miserable life.

And as expected, my gut feeling was right. She was indeed out. So there goes my motivation to escape this damned sedentary lifestyle.

Maybe she did that on purpose. You see, I had quite an adventure last night. Believe it or not, I was able to remember at least seven of my dreams. And to my content, I was also able to manipulate most of these dreams pseudoconsciously (some of them into sexual encounters of course lol). To have a clearer perspective of what I'm talking insensibly about my sci fi-like nocturnal experience, think of corporate espionage-thief Dom Cobb of Inception (chos!).

And of these seven dreams, I had this one specific dream that involved my ex-bestfriend's bed and me. And my ex-beastfriend in between (wahahaha). But swear to God, I didn't pre-planned that one. And I also have these other extremely weird dreams which also involved people from my current life, like Yhe, Meynard, Dobel, Aien, Vincent to mention a few. And no, it wasn't a sex-spree orgy.

And if my Inception theory was proven correct, then my hunch that her dreaming of the exact same thing may be the reason why my bestfriend didn't answer any of my calls this morning. That, or I'm just paradoxically mindfucking my own brain.

Hopefully, I could go Inception-dreaming later. For the mean time, I need to wake up and embrace reality. By reality I mean school crap that needs a lot of embracing.

2011-01-30T18:06:00.000+08:00

The 7 Crucial Characteristics of Lasting Love

2011-01-28T18:22:00.000+08:00

Dating experts outline seven match areas to consider:

Physical Appearance
Emotional Maturity
Lifestyle Choices
Financial Compatibility
Value Structure
Marriage and Intimacy
Intelligence

Read more about this article (by Dee Anne Merriman) here.

I see that the author of this article used the words "dating experts." Wrong choice of words. Because if they were dating experts per se indeed, they would have had created a list based on what lasting love should exactly be like: imperfect, estranged, eccentric, unconventional that no matter how weird things are, everything just falls right into place.

Simple as that, because the boundaries of love cannot be defined by financial compatibility, similar perspectives in life, not even by marriage. Love in the first place cannot be defined at all. Everyone has his/her personal defining clinical picture of what love for him/her is.

Because at the end of the day, you'll realize that when you're about to make love with the person you're bound to be with for the rest of your lifetime, the lights are almost always turned off (loljk). So if destiny has decided that the fat person across the room whom you have never imagined to be with until your pubes had discolored and faltered, let it be. And good luck with that.

After all, a lasting relationship is never a concept of genetic compatibility--a cognitive distortion themed in the 2009 film The Invention of Lying. When Mark Bellison (Ricky Gervais), a man with nostalgic looks, extra weight and a snub fat nose, arrives to stop Anna McDoogles' (Jennifer Garner) wedding to Brad Kessler (Rob Lowe), Anna finally decided what she wants in life:

Mark Bellison: And what is that?
Anna McDoogles: I want short fat kids with snub noses!

2011-01-27T09:55:00.000+08:00

HP G62t

2011-01-25T21:17:00.000+08:00

In memory of sesshylover.

To all Apple fanboys and fangirls out there, don't take this personally (or maybe you should). Apple through the years has insidiously evolved from a company second only to Microsoft into a forerunner in the consumer market, both as a well-adorned household name and a coveted luxury brand.

But I cannot truly say that Steve Jobs is the mastermind behind the current I-think-the-MacBook-is-the-greatest-invention-ever cult, which has become a form of annoyance in today's society. In fact, I admire the marketing team behind Apple's very effective brainwashing strategy of magnetizing more consumers into the Macintosh realm.

The choice always depends on what the consumer thinks. And those who settle with strictly Apple products are very narrow-minded people. This statement doesn't hold any truth and is not applicable to all Apple geeks in the wild. But containing yourself with one brand option just so because you think Apple is "cool" and "kick-ass" validates the previous statement.

On the other hand, this post isn't necessarily about bashing Apple fans (maybe it was, or maybe I should write a post regarding that topic soon, loljk). As I was saying, it's my first time to write an extensive post about a gadget, of which I will be revealing in a little while (wait, post title reads HP G62t, ok fml). Because I have this covert desperation planted somewhere inside my cranial vault that I have always wanted to write feature-reviews on laptops, mobile phones, anything that can be electronically charged (vibrators excluded). But since I'm not a well-established blogger just yet, for disclaimer purposes, this post is just a test drive or rather a prelude to my future stint as a tech blogger. I even have a hypothetical domain name in mind, if ever my specific dream on this one will ever be realized. It's either Techalon.com or PlasTech.com--surreal win, don't you think?

Here's a quick spec sheet on the HP G62t:

Operating system: Windows 7 Home Premium (64-bit)
CPU: 2.13GHz Intel Core i3-330M
Hard drive size/speed: 500GB/7,200 rpm
Optical Drive: 8X DVD-Super Multi DL
Graphics/video memory: Intel GMA HD/shared
Display size/resolution: 15.6 inches/1366 x 768
Lowest selling price: $599

The HP G26t boasts excellent performance, a fast hard drive and a relatively long battery life with a luxurious attractive matte finish. And the Altec Lansing speakers are a huge plus factor.

Design-wise, the HP G26t has a marvelous matte finish, but let me warn you that the lid is made of plastic alloy (which I personally abhor). The brushed metal hinges on the other hand make the device more lucrative than its price. It's also lightweight at 5.4 pounds with a dimension of 14.7 inches x 9.7 inches and a thickness of 1.4 inch, which is a downside, but the smart design of dividing the thickness of the laptop into two hues (lower half being black) fools everyone that it seemingly appears to be half as thin as stated. And the simple elegant design makes it a (close) contemporary competitor in terms of aesthetics with the MacBook Pro's aluminum unibody.

But what I dislike the most about the G26t is the cramped keyboard, though it has a nice feel to it. The right shift key is quite small. And the trackpad can be a nuisance as well, since it's stiff, you need to apply a hefty amount of pressure to click.

The display is bright and crisp, but limited within narrow peripheral angle views because of the gloss finish (which I like aesthetically, nonetheless). The sound is quite impressive, thanks to the Altec Lansing speakers located above the keyboard. For the horsepower, the G62t has a 2.13 GHz Intel Core i3 processor, 4 GB of RAM and a 500 GB hard drive clocked at 7,200 rpm instead of 5,000 rpm--a standard for machines of similar size and price--which equates to superior and faster performance. On the other hand, the G62t only has an Integrated Intel GMA HD graphics card, a standard for notebooks of this size category. So if you're a lofty type of gamer, this wouldn't be the best machine to use to play World of Warcraft (there are more notebook options of the same price category in the market that offer better gaming experience such as the MSI A6200). Not to mention, pornographic experience may be discrete, but that depends on the user (lol).

The HP G62 is the best bargain notebook considering its soft and sophisticated design, fast performance and long battery life (4 hours on full charge) for a starting price of $599. Overall, it is has the complete package while maintaining the right amount of balance in all aspects where potential buyers are elated to receive more than what they have paid for.

2011-01-24T00:30:00.000+08:00

Dinagyang 2011

2011-01-23T17:26:00.000+08:00

It was an annual tradition that all our relatives from our maternal side of the family tree would come visit Iloilo during the Dinagyang Festival. But since family feuds cannot almost always be avoided, so I'm stuck in the house for the mean time.

I can still recall my elementary years. Everyone was happy. We had my two aunties' furniture shops located alongside Ledesma St. as our tambayans during the Dinagyang. And yes, I miss the fresh foul scent of humid urine in the air coming from the portable toilets mainly concentrated in Delgado and Valeria streets. And I would usually roam around the city alone stalking my then puppy crushes or breeze through the crowd and a number of streetside local retailers selling assorted souvenir items.

But here I am, perhaps my first Dinagyang at home--my final verdict as of last night considering that our furniture shops are not open today and my auntie has been hospitalized. So much for the festivity and huge celebration in the city.

On second thought, I planned to watch ASAP Rocks Iloilo--on television (please no more random-touch-my-ass-my-arms-my-almost-every-part-of-the-body crowd). And it was a good decision indeed. Not only did I have a clear view of Cristine Reyes's well-endowed breasts bouncing like there's no tomorrow, I am assured of an STD-free access all in the comforts of my sisters' bedroom.

The show had a good opening, but had failed throughout the entire length of the live event to catch my full attention. There were approximately around more or less 70 stars (although Billy Crawford had mentioned in a previous episode that they're having 103 of their Kapamilya stars this Dinagyang). Familiar faces who performed earlier in Iloilo Sports Complex include Kim Chiu, Gerald Anderson, Enchong Dee, Shaina Magdayao, Rayver Cruz and more. Toni Gonzaga and John Lloyd Cruz were absent (wtf); closet princess Piolo Pascual (played Gabriel of Noah) celebrated his birthday, alongside rising child star Xyriel Manabat (Nica of Noah), who turned seven just today.

My favorite part was seeing Bea Alonzo, Iya Villania, Karylle and Nikki Gil perform a song number (totally forgot what it was, but I'm guessing it's Rude Boy by Rihanna) in headdresses of cheerful vivid colors (see photo, right). Really glad and satisfied that their wardrobe for today's ASAP episode was themed under the festival. On the other hand, what surprised me the most was the huge crowd of approximately 50,000 Ilonggos who attended the live event. When John Prats quickly interviewed one lucky girl from the audience near the VIP section, he was at a near hostile situation where endearing barbaric fans were pulling his shirt like some sort of vortex (or a plausible hungry vaginal opening suffering from a worst case of vaginismus) that sucked everything that comes across its path, fortunately though, he survived.

The top 5 candidates of Miss Dinagyang 2011 were also featured during the last segment of the show, and may I also note that the reigning crowned Ati queen isn't cunningly beautiful as I expected (maybe she won because of her tribu-inspired exotic beauty). She even barely knew how to move her hips during their dance number with Sam Milby--Pokwang could have done a better job. Miss Dinagyang 2011, btw, is just 17 years old and currently studying AB English in our university (WVSU).

7 pm tonight is the awarding for the street dance competition for both the Kasadyahan and Dinagyang. I'm not really interested since I wasn't able to wake up early this morning to watch the live coverage of the 12 competing tribus in the first place. Plus, I have a lot of crap to study about tonight (NUR205 and Nursing Elective midterm examinations tomorrow), which I haven't basically started yet.

Hope everyone enjoyed their lively and festive weekend! :)

Happy Dagyang, Ilonggos!

2011-01-22T22:02:00.000+08:00

The Dinagyang is a religious and cultural festival in Iloilo City, Philippines held on the fourth Sunday of January, or right after the Sinulog In Cebu and the Ati-Atihan in Aklan. It is held both to honor the Santo Niño and to celebrate the arrival on Panay of Malay settlers and the subsequent selling of the island to them by the Atis.

Coco Martin in Iloilo City

2011-01-22T21:38:00.000+08:00

Considering that today is perhaps the biggest Dinagyang celebration of the city, I wasn't really in the festive mood, but I still had enough volume of strength to pull myself together and go along with my friends' desperate attempts to see Coco Martin (see photo below, right) live in ABS-CBN's Kapamilya Karavan Event held at Robinsons Iloilo Car Park.

I'm really not a fan of Coco Martin, despite his very high remark as an actor (Best Actor in Gawad Urian 2010, KBP Golden Dove Awards 2010, and PMPC Star Awards for Television). Maybe it was his poor English intonation that turned off some potential fans. I, for one, disparage local actors who are just bad in English. Take for instance, Maja Salvador. But then again, their commendable--even exceptional--acting chops make up for their lack of acceptable communication skills in the English language.

And yes, we waited for four miserable hours just to see him sing a couple of songs (some were out of tune, no offense to Coco Martin fans). It was already evening when the main event (featuring other Kapamilya stars as well: Gerald Anderson, Ron Morales and Maricar Reyes) started, and the crowd was congested--and intoxicating if you're below 5'5'' when everyone's post-Kasadyahan stench have chemically combined to produce quite a nauseating gas. Also take note that it was a spurring struggle just to maintain balance when some fan girls in all directions have evolved into violent boisterous Coco Martin-I-fucking-want-to-strip-off-your-shirt barbarians when the said actor had appeared in the scene.

And I think I have chlamydia already. It's not even precipitated by any sexual contact.

We left without seeing the other local celebrities mentioned above perform. Nonetheless, it was a life-learning experience, that I should never--ever--attend such events if I still wish to be STD-free for the next few months. Not unless if Maxene Magalona's going to have a mall tour in Iloilo City :)

The Tourist: Film Review

2011-01-21T22:05:00.000+08:00

With so much star appeal coupled with a blockbuster trailer, one would have been compelling enough to believe that The Tourist is one of those good movies with an ecstatic thriller plot and a star-studded cast, all set in beautiful Venice.

But trust me, The Tourist, like Life As We Know It, makes no effort in disappointing fans, all the more if you were an avid Angelina Jolie follower or a desperate Johnny Depp fan girl.

Somehow, every time a plan of watching a certain film showing in SM City Iloilo Cinema pushes through, it would almost always be likely dichotomous, either that it would turn out to be a good film or a bad one. And definitely, The Tourist is, with all decent vocabularies, a failure in all aspects, except for Angelina Jolie's make-up.

First and foremost, the plot of the film mixes superficiality and a wrong strategy of fooling people into thinking that the storyline is deep and confusing. Well in terms of confusion, it was, especially in the ending, where math teacher Frank Tupelo (Depp) was revealed to be Alexander Pearce, the main mystery man of the film. Instead of having to succumb the big twist, I found myself in a mental daze, thinking: What the fuck? I was referring to the scene (before the revelation) wherein Angelina Jolie mouths the words 'I love you' to Depp while they were in a marginally fatal situation of nearly getting killed by the villainous Reginald Shaw (Steven Berkoff). Worse, the scene was played in slow motion.

Despite the fact that Jolie's character, Elise Clifton-Ward, was remarkably captivating, the high level of elegance she exudes with every pace and stance matches the degree of failure her character has contributed to the film, which also includes the scene where Jolie enters dramatically to rescue Depp, being dressed inappropriately (a fancy hooded cape) while driving a speed boat in the midnight Venetian canals. And with that, I personally admit that Angelina Jolie truly deserved to be nominated for Best Actress Comedy in the Golden Globes.

Overall, I didn't appreciate the film. It was generally tacky, the plot very unripe, slow and morbidly shallow with no conviction, and there was an evident lack of chemistry between the two lead actors. The only positive concept within the film was strictly limited to Angelina Jolie's hair, make-up and wardrobe. But her flaccid English accent seemed to convey that Angelina Jolie's role was no more but an exotic British femme walking around Venice as if she were in a perfume commercial.

As for Johnny Depp, his performance was direly good, but not engaging nor eccentrically pleasing--or simply, an ill-fitted role. But everyone who agrees with me is certain that it was one of his most poorly receptive and negatively critiqued roles in film history.

2011-01-21T20:37:00.000+08:00

This is for everyone, especially to those who have had their hearts shattered, don't give up yet. To those who have had their facial bones shattered, don't give up yet. To bitter singles, don't give up yet. To bitter virgins, don't give up yet--unless it's been seven years since college graduation, and you find you're self still untouched and unscrewed, well better give up and get yourself a hooker. To those who have unwanted pregnancies, don't give up on those pills yet. To those who have expressive aphasia, don't give up yet even when everyone around you has already. To those who are only beautiful on the inside, don't give up yet. And to everyone else who is struggling, in pain, in jeopardy, at great risk of contacting STD, fat and delusional, don't give up because sometimes, an intact determination and a simple prayer make a potent combination to achieve what your heart yearns for.

Late

2011-01-20T20:37:00.000+08:00

I feel so chill. Period.

Despite the school load and all the crap that needs reading tonight, I am ironically calm, too calm that it makes me wonder if this is a normal physiologic reaction. Normal or not, it's official. I don't give a fuck about exams. HA. And I guess everyone else in our batch is having similar premonitions; well, almost.

Nonetheless, I'm not at all that bothered. And I'll likely end up sleeping lol. K but then again, rereading the above statements stimulated my conscience into sending neural transmissions full of profanity to my frontal lobe, "What the fuck are you doing?" Like a perpetuating mental war, I'm stuck within a very sticky situation that heeds an urgent decision of choosing between procrastination and responsibility. It's very confusing I tell you. And equally difficult and life-threatening, as well. It's like being made to choose between fucking before studying or studying before fucking. Both options are somewhat synonymous in construct but being keen enough, you'll see the fine difference.

So what do I choose? Should I be homogenous? Or should I become a deviant of this lazy-arse society? For once, I'll deviate from my usual pattern, have a cup of coffee (or maybe not) and read, though the time right now tells me that the decision made is already late.

But in an aftermath like this, I always keep in mind what one great hero once said. Better late than never.

The Real Deal on Procrastination

2011-01-18T16:04:00.000+08:00

Why do humans procrastinate?

Is it because of a lack for motivation? The absence of a substantial reason to get off and do something productive? When will I and other procrastinating prostitutes alike move on from the faux belief that procrastination was never an innate biological process?

I for one, being the random person that I am, have a lot of random things in my mind. And I fear posting some thoughts, of which my cranial vault holds of. Don't worry, no green fantasies, I assure you. But these thoughts are slightly manipulating my life, and more importantly, my time. Obsessions about logging in Facebook (and occasionally porn sites lol) should be banned by law. Because Facebook, as well as other social networking sites are evidently stealing time from innocent internet surfers. And this is quite equally devastating as the act of actual stealing per se.

But then again, to be a smart ass, one must have factual, very tactile proof during a state of allegation. And time is unfortunately intangible. So definitely, a case like this usually ends in a similar fate of a million untriumhpant cases prior who have had tried and failed to tackle this specific matter about social networking sites robbing people of their time. Clearly, we eventually will have no one to blame our lost time (that should have been well-spent for productivity) to but ourselves.

I'm guilty as charged. So much for a technology cleanse.

Technology Withdrawal

2011-01-16T19:11:00.000+08:00

Now what? My iphone, the vital source why I breathe, is currently in comatose state. It's been days, and I'm (still) learning how to breathe on my own. But life must move on, as they say, and might as well enjoy the new company I found in a phased out Nokia 6070, which I bought just today for a slick bargain price of P750.00! :D

Though I won't be able to play Bakery Story, surf Safari Mobile, or check my mail in the most convenient possible way, my new phone will do... for the mean time. Plus I have no choice since my mom won't forgo spending 3k (6k if home button repair is included) for the repair, plus my new phone will arrive in about 7 weeks. Hopefully.

Then again, it's not all bad, considering that I'll have more time to enjoy doing things not technology-related. Since the advent of computers and the internet had been introduced into my system, I haven't been able to embrace the outside world that much (except during blackouts, but that rarely happens in our neighborhood). And I'm spending an unbelievable amount of time staring in front of the computer each day, and when my fingers are away from the keyboard, I still have my phone that enables me to have quick access to my online life.

And since my vaoi's charging port is busted as well, I think God is sending me signs to flee away from the evils of the modern technology. That, or I'm having an episode of religious delusion.

Whatever reason why I'm being insidiously challenged technologically, I just have to deal with it. It's not that I don't have a choice. I think it's time to grow up a little and try different things. Like actual sex instead of porn lol.

Not hoping for hope

2011-01-11T18:39:00.000+08:00

Tell me honestly, what is hope? Because in a very short span, I've realized that the word hope is a fancier term for false reassurance. Within the chronicle of life, there will always come (or will be coming) a time that you will hope for something, like pass the board exam, get a job promotion and a salary raise, or get laid with the person you're eyeing on across the bar. But what if you didn't pass the board, what if all your life you remained an imbecile lowly rank employer, what if your life just ended without even having to savor the magic spice of a random one night stand?

Indeed, hope should be one major concern besides global warming.

Because people are hoping for a brighter future, hoping for recession to end, that they'll wake up to a pollution-free morning, that there'll be no more hunger-stricken black children in Africa, that Lady Gaga would wear something normally casual for once. And the worst thing about hope is that it sounds so optimistic when in fact it connotes our passive reliance and expectation for a better future. So why don't we stop hoping? Face reality and do something.

Word Salad 3.3

2011-01-09T12:23:00.000+08:00

Lol after more than 36 hours of being wide awake, I was finally able to exile and free myself from my very intoxicating rotation this week. Though I really wanted to skip last night's talent portion of the Mr/Ms Nursing 2011 (considering the stress and literally near-death experience my patient and I have undergone), I had no option but to come and support Lorene Dimaclid Bernardio and my chair she borrowed for her talent. But I must say, it was rewarding indeed, despite the numerous talent failures last night, I was awed and impressed (as well as shocked) by our contestants. Batch 2012 FTW :) Short post, I still need to have my phone fixed at SM. Fucker.

Word Salad 3.2.1

2011-01-05T00:09:00.000+08:00

To my other sister:Proof that some people in our house are agitated, bipolar, violent, or just demon-possessed. I go for the latter.

Word Salad 3.2

2011-01-04T20:41:00.000+08:00

To my sister:
Kids these days. Instead of watching cartoons and running around in playgrounds, they prefer to spend their time texting, malling with other "kids" who, altogether, seem to be a group of prepubertal children in drag clothes acting like twice their age. And they fall in love too fast, too young. Kids these days, you're wasting your childhood doing shit.

iFuck

2011-01-01T13:05:00.000+08:00

For almost two years, my relationship with my iPhone 3G has been both a pleasure and a struggle. But for the past few months since the iPhone 4 was released in the market, the struggle of minor bumps here and there for my dear phone has evolved into 4-inch deep stabs and daily hormonal fluctuations. Software-wise, I didn't have any problem as of the mean time all thanks to Apple's latest iOS upgrade to 4.2, which stabilizes the 3G's performance for the iOS 4.

But then again, like most native vaginas, we cannot afford to avoid the harsh reality of pubic lice. So Steve Jobs found a way to really convince me that my iPhone, though an Apple product, feel like it was a piece of China pussy phone during WWDC 2010 upon the official press release of the fourth-generation iPhone along with the new operating system (and the announcement that the 3G would get limited functionality upgrade once the new iOS is installed).

For my first hands-on experience with the iOS 4, no doubt I didn't have any performance issues, as claimed by other 3G users during that time, which waged an online outbreak and plot to behead Jobs. But gradually, as more YouTube video reviews on the iPhone 4 I had viewed, the more I felt that there was something incomplete with my Apple product, like a drunk slut who lost her virginity to a stranger but couldn't remember anything what happened the next morning when she woke up.

Hardware-wise, on the other hand, the on/off button is bricked, the home button is malfunctioning, tons of scratches at the phone's posterior. Generally, my phone suffered a worst case of penile mutilation from all the phone-fucking the other year. But I couldn't resist it, my fingers naturally just love to finger. So to commence future finger sessions, I've finally convinced myself that I do want a new iPhone and will force, by all means, physical and psychological, to brainwash my dad into buying one. And here are my 5 reasons why I want a new iPhone:

Multitasking. Because serving an omelet in Restaurant Story, then closing the app and switching to Bakery Story to serve my brownies is time-consuming.
Better camera. Because shooting with a 2-megapixel cam feels like high school all over again. And you don't know how I loathe and abhor high school.
Retina Display and wallpapers. Because I just don't want a phone that my fingers could fuck, but a phone with an astounding resolution that even my eyes can derive pleasure from plain viewing.
Apple's A4 1 GHz processor. To accompany and better enhance my finger sessions.
New industrial design. Because not only would my fingers love to finger the glass exterior, but the whole thing from the texture to the feel of holding it, basically, would not only make the Apple's flagship phone consume a more than hefty portion in the phone market but as well as in the sex toy industry.

Lol have a happy 2011 celebration, fuckers :) I shall now eat, pray and study.

What I did during my 20th birthday

2010-12-28T20:28:00.000+08:00

Lol happy 2oth birthday to me cause my mom says the number 9 is a bad Chinese omen. And yes, I celebrated my 10th birthday twice. Talk about growing old very fast. Anywho, I've spent my afternoon (besides pigging out of course) taking photos for our SS104 holiday crap. And among the 5 things I've photographed using my sister's very lame Olympus cam, the money shot (lmao if you know the green meaning behind this), I mean the photo set of my mom's coin collection circa 1960's was the best one I've enjoyed shooting:

And other photos that I like:

Word Salad 3.1

2010-12-27T19:24:00.000+08:00

The 8 things I wanna share before I officially turn 19 years old, virgin, single and unintentionally happy lol (actually this was supposed to be an 18-item list but 18 is too much and impossible considering my pace):

I've greeted a number of people on their birthdays, and have even written profound from-the-heart messages (lol) to my closest friends, esp. December babies (Aien, JM, JJ girl) like myself. But never has it occurred for me to think how old yet contradictorily young the age of 19 is. Because just moments ago while enjoying another fatty holiday meal, I realized that one more year, I'll be 20. Damn, and I don't even look or act like my age. So I'm currently bothered that I'm growing old because the truth about mortality that I'll never live forever has never yet crossed my mind until now, honestly speaking. But truth be told, I will eventually have to deal with it and them (soon-to-be) wrinkles.
I have an extremely arbitrary fetish over anything tech-savvy, but still in denial that I'm a geek. Lol I mean, geeks are definitely good with computers and all I know is Photoshop (and porn lol). And I have this secret desire of wanting to take up Industrial Designing (yes, there is an official educational course for designing phones, laptops, etc).
I don't know what I want for my birthday. Although I can be materialistic and unreasonably shallow, I guess what I want right now is to be closer to God. I know lol but seriously, I do. And I guess going to my favorite haven to ponder (and sometimes bring along friends to chat while others are praying) tomorrow would mean a lot to me. Yes, Jaro Cathedral is my nonhuman pseudogirlfriend.
Besides being noble, well, there is one other thing I want for my birthday. Time management. Because I envy too much those who are really good in allocating their time. Achieving that would be more or less equivalent to being one step closer to self-actualization (but a ladder of steps closer if I would perpetually undergo rhinoplasty loljk but I shall someday, and opinions won't have that much effect on my cosmetic dreams).
Staring at photos of modern architectural houses and Tumblr-worthy rooms subconsciously stirs my conscience up to the point of asking myself if whether I made the right decision of choosing a healthcare field as my career path. Sad to say, there's no turning back and better embrace reality rather than lament on my lambasting failed dreams of becoming a civil engineer-architect.
Again, though I've already confessed this in a previous post, I have a self-diagnosed commitmentphobia, which places me at risk of being "forever alone" and sexually "unmet" for the rest of my lifetime. Then again, it's not all that bad, considering I have a ton of friends whom I know are at risk too. Plus being single fortunately means only one thing: promiscuity.
I want to also share my sentiments how sorry I am to my mom and dad for all the times that I had been angry at them. Without the sexual union of your gametes, I wouldn't have existed so I'm very thankful for that. And can you imagine the world without me? (WAHAHAHAHA) On another perspective, although there have been uncountable times that I have been challenged and thought the world (or nursing) just sucks balls, in general, miraculously I'm beginning to see the brighter prospect. And I didn't need any help from a "special someone crap" to teach me that the world can be and is beautiful (spoken truly like a genuine bitter single lol).
Lol I think I've shared more than enough personal demeanors. Time to fade within the Internet background cause I have loads of pending school shit to tackle. Now I'm more convinced that I need a stimulant or a nootropic to motivate my frontal lobe into stable functioning.

Word Salad 3.0

2010-12-27T18:43:00.000+08:00

Lol sometimes, I'm quite surprised how I get through all the mazes and perplexing turns of the hypothetical labyrinth of the World Wide Web. Yes, I fortunately, to my surprise, found another blog of a certain batchmate of ours by pure luck (again), considering I wasn't searching/internet-stalking his/her blog in the first place. In fact, it never crossed my mind that this certain batchmate of ours was blogging, venting out his/her emotions virtually, because, uh, the whole idea for him/her to blog was very obscure, unhinged, or just plain wrong in all aspects (lol). Twas like a "seriouussssly?" moment for me but then again, I've also realized how the number of good writers in our batch increasingly unveils every time I indirectly discover such hidden talents, which of course is a good thing (and renders me more to become divulging of how proud I am of Batch Orlando lol despite, accept it or not, we do have an awful number of bunjings. Just saying.) 5 hours 'til the clock strikes 12 but 17 more hours to go 'til I'm officially 19 years old.

10 Shocking Facts You Didn't Know About Jaro/Iloilo City

2010-12-26T19:56:00.000+08:00

Since I can't post 10 pages long of Jaro's History, I'm gonna list instead 10 shocking facts you (or I) didn't know about Jaro/Iloilo City:

The Jaro Plaza is about 500 years old, tracing its origin back in the 1500s when the Spaniards first settled in Panay. It was standard practice of the Spanish government to establish a plaza because it was an effective instrument in bringing the natives closer to Catholicism and achieving administrative control over the people.
Father Jose Burgos once visited Jaro in October 10, 1867, as a proxy for the Archbishop of Manila, to attend the formal ceremony of Jaro becoming a diocese as decreed in the Papal Bull (Qui ab initio) signed by Pope Pius IX.
By 19th Century, Iloilo was then known as the "Textile Center of the Philippines" reaching one million dollars worth of handicraft weaved exports of hablon and patadyong to Manila and other foreign countries.
Also during the 19th Century, the Hong Kong and Shanghai Bank became the first banking institution in Iloilo and the first outside of Manila.
In 1897, Queen Regent Maria Cristina of Spain awarded Iloilo City the title "The Queen's City" for helping the Spanish military in the initial defeat of Aguinaldo's forces in Cavite, as well as the fall of Silang and Imus, which is a a misnomer to contrary belief that Iloilo was the most prosperous city outside Metro Manila before Cebu snatched the title. When in fact, this is a title that perpetually shames us Ilonggos.
In 1935, the Province of Iloilo boasted 400 kilometers of first class and 111 kilometers of second and third class roads and had the largest network of fully repaired and constructed first and second class roads outside Manila during that time. (Lol and after 75 years, what happened?)
During the 1930s, Iloilo Transportation Co. had double deck steel blue buses "with radio music", as advertised (lol), covering the areas of Jaro, what was then the City Proper, Molo, Mandurriao and Arevalo. (How cool is that? We were like London during that period.)
Angelicum School of Iloilo was then the famous and elegant Lizares Mansion built in 1937 by Don Emiliano Lizares, one of the sugar plantation tycoons (others being the Lopezes and Hechanovas) of the 1930s.
Also of the same year on July 16, Iloilo was inaugurated as a city enacted by Commonwealth Act No. 57. But it was still years after that Jaro was added as an official and the last district of the city after Leganes and Pavia achieved independence from what was then the Municipality of Jaro.
February 20, 1981, Pope John Paul II visited and crowned the Nuestra Sra. de la Candelaria at the balcony of the Jaro Metropolitan Cathedral--the only Marian image and religious icon in the Philippines ever to be visited by a Pope.

Lol I'm not quite so sure if these shocked you but it did to me, which later saddened me actually. Because I never realized how great, prosperous, culturally diverse and cumulative Jaro or Iloilo City, in general, was. Although doing research on Jaro's history as part of our SS104 holiday homework was literally a pain in the ass, I definitely learned a lot and in fact inspired me to become more nationalistic and appreciative of my hometown.

I hope our local government would do something to revive Iloilo City's legendary past as a city of prosperity, burgeon and ideal bureaucratic system.

It's Christmas all over the world except in our house.

2010-12-24T18:45:00.000+08:00

It's Christmas eve and I can't believe that I am still unable to feel the holiday spirit. Despite the Noche Buena downstairs that await my already full stomach from today's pre-Christmas adventure with JM, this year's Christmas celebration is far from what I have experienced during my childhood years.

First and foremost, the Christmas tree, the idyllic decor symbol that encompasses the holiday season in every household, is nowhere to be found (My mom has this theory that maybe the rats ate the damn tree). And about two weeks ago, I asked my mom if we could buy a new one since, after all, our old Christmas tree is probably twice my age and subsequently I've grown almost twice its height. But she said no because it'll add up only to our December expenses. Considering that we don't have any traditional gift-giving ritual, how the hell would a mere Christmas tree pressure on too much financial burden? Plus also the fact that I've overheard mom and dad's phone conversation regarding plans of buying a new car. See, I told you that my family is eccentric with cognitive distortions that a Christmas tree is a luxury item.

And every Christmas vacation, I usually watch Christmas specials airing in Cartoon Network, Disney Channel or Nickelodeon (lol). But then, not that I am supposedly old for such, I've been busying myself playing my sister's DS, net surfing, blogging, hotel hunting and planning for my birthday lunch with my closest high school friends (woot no masturbation HA). And miraculously I was able to survive for days being locked up inside my room. Every time I use the word locked, it reminds me of the alleged Shaina-John Lloyd vaginismus scandal (lol). So basically, I'm currently in vaginismus mode. K, moving on.

On the other hand, I'm becoming wary and a bit anxious that perhaps I may lose the Christmas spirit (please wherever you are, do possess me asap). Years from now, I'll be leaving this nest of comfort and security, and be setting foot on foreign lands with a new chapter and adventures unfolding. And from what I've heard from my cousins abroad, Christmases outside the Philippines are typically lonely. Well, I am a lonely person right now. Maybe, I'll enjoy the possibilities of spending future holidays alone. Or maybe end up crying in one corner of my future apartment sulking up why I have to dine alone on Christmas eve.

But on the bright side, it's not yet too late to force myself into enjoying the Christmas season. You know what they say, Santa doesn't come down the chimney, he enters through your heart. Lol fuck this, I'm too old for Santa. Happy birthday, JC :)

Word Salad 2.1

2010-12-23T23:19:00.000+08:00

Wait. I remembered something lol. Why am I this loyal to update my blog from time to time?

A reason not to dwell too much time on Facebook and Tumblr.
Blogger is my only online friend since I'm 99% of the time offline in Fb Chat and my friends aren't, unfortunately, active in Plurk anymore.
A (really good) reason not to open porn sites. Huge plus factor on that one.
Virtual record of my life: the goods, the bads, and mostly rants how life sucks in general (yet, surprisingly, I do indirectly forage the brighter prospect of this heavily shaded world at certain times).
Being too socially open and online interactive is becoming overrated. And humans associated with this stereotype is, uh, I don't know the appropriate term to describe them.
Because I personally think blogging is "sort of" vintage for 2010 onwards when more people virtually migrate to social networking sites and microblogging (e.g. Twitter). Just saying.
Way to make sure my pen-ist skills are well-preserved and intact. Fuckyeah on that one, too.
And most importantly, I stopped tweeting because I can't afford to be sarcastic all the time (read my Twitter timeline here). And how am I supposed to talk random shit if I'm scrutinized with a 140-character limit?

Amen.

Word Salad 2.0

2010-12-23T23:05:00.000+08:00

Thank you, Internet. For the first time, I am, in my earnest sincerity, very gratified to be part of this contemporary generation. For if not, I could have spent more than a day in just researching about Jaro's history for our SS104 holiday homework regarding pueblo origins of your town or district, or in other words, fuckery (lol). During my net surfing, I was randomly struck again by my imaginative eccentricity: I imagined myself doing homework circa Spanish colonial times (with matching farm clothes, a feather pen and lamp). And I seriously pondered how Illustrados that time were able to research in libraries yet still can afford time to study and excel in school. Maybe they didn't have social networking sites to procrastinate their time on.

Nonetheless, past is past and people should move on and embrace the present. Again, thank you, Internet, for all the info I need to work on my essay (of which I'll be posting soon) :D

Hey you whoever you are

2010-12-23T20:57:00.000+08:00

To the person whom perhaps I have already met but did not know you were "the one" or will be looking forward to meet in the future, I hope (with my fingers crossed very tightly) that you won't slip away. Because I have this tendency of falling out of love too fast, so I really hope that, if you are really "the one", you would never forego of loving me and teaching me what love is. To tell you frankly, I really don't know if I could last in a relationship considering that I have subtle issues regarding commitment. It's not that I don't love you, I do, it's just that instead of fearing to be single all my life like normal people would, I fear that being caught up in a relationship for too long might hinder the things I want and am planning to do in life.

You might be thinking that maybe I want us to be friends, that I am a superficial jerk, but you might also wonder for how long would this waiting come to an end. Time will tell. Because if we were really fated to be meant to be together for the rest of our lifetime, God will find a way. So let's trust Him for the mean time, and trust Him all the more that I would find you, or better yet find myself first. And if I already met you, hopefully I'll realize soon that perhaps I have been blind for too long of not knowing that "the one" I'm searching for is already at my grasp. So, to the person whom perhaps I have already met but did not know you were "the one" or will be looking forward to meet in the future, I do hope I will find you eventually.

With all my love, the person searching for "the one" who will make him realize that love does exist.

Universal Truths

2010-12-22T20:42:00.000+08:00

I think it's universal truth that everyone has somehow during in one point of their lives wanted a life so complete, near-perfect even, that life would be simply be comparable to that we see in television. I for one have wished, very desperately, to grasp that unreachable, unimaginable ambition, to be honest.

Who wouldn't, anyway? To be in a fortunate disposition of experiencing the way you wanted life to be, to be the protagonist of every turn of events, to have moments Tumblr-worthy of printscreen-ing, as well as to have a good soundtrack to match--would have perhaps made life more reasons to halt the profanities and depreciation, and more reasons to enjoy and live life the way we wanted it to be.

Then again, it's universal truth that life is not simple, life is complex, life is unfair, life shouldn't unveil the way we wanted things to run. Like, for instance, instead of a good OST, I have songs by Justin Bieber and Cody Simpson playing on repeat every single night because my 12-year-old sister has poor taste in music, and she is currently one room away from me, which makes things worse than I thought. (Now she just hit play on OPM Christmas jingles) At least, I have a very justified reason to swear and curse.

And because I have a random personality, an eccentric set of people living in the same roof as I am (aka my family), more eccentric set of friends, a less dramatic life story, and even more the "less" with my zero love life, my life would be a Disney sitcom. And that's the closest I can get if you want to measure my life in terms of tv shows. And it sucks big time. Besides for plausible reasons that people are stereotyping me as a Disney star, all the more difficult the situation for me in wanting to transfer networks and get maturer roles. Eventually, I'll end up stoned, a face that clearly needs botox, and signing up for indie films. Hypothetically speaking. You get the deal.

Thank God my life wasn't a sitcom. And talking about sitcoms, what inspired me to blog tonight is not for the sake of ranting again but purely due to one episode of 90210 season 3. It was the first episode I've ever watched, well make it second but I forgot when and what season the first ep that I watched before was, but clearly, it was the first episode (and hopefully not the only) I've really appreciated.

So the episode began with Annie narrating this:

"History is largely told as a chronicle of great people doing great things. But, for most of us, life is not made up of big moments. It's made up of small moments. And with every small choice, and with every small decision, we are defining ourselves. Are we proud of ourselves, or are we disappointed by who we've become? Life rarely turns out the way that we plan. The unexpected happens, and it surprises us with new and exciting possibilities. But, sooner or later, reality hits you in the face."

And this struck me. Because I've realized that the universal truth about everyone wanting a life comparable to a tv show is in fact a superficial idea. Quite ironic actually come to think of it since tv shows like 90210 try to mimic life's ingredients of being complex and unfair, but only media people try to put a lot more zest into their shows by signing up a cast of beautiful faces, better wardrobe, good lines, an amazing set, and of course, an OST to match.

It's just that humans, also, can be superficial at times (another universal truth). That instead of appreciating the good storyline writers of tv shows put their efforts into, viewers and loyal series fans would tend to concentrate more on what their favorite stars are wearing and other stuffs the seemed heedlessly insensible.

So, for once, why can't we disregard these universal truths and appreciate life more? Because "Life rarely turns out the way that we plan" to simply put it in Annie Wilson's words. "The unexpected happens, and it surprises us with new and exciting possibilities."

Class-free Monday

2010-12-20T22:26:00.000+08:00

Guess who finally cleaned his room today after weeks of nursing-related torment? Lol still can't believe my room is this spacious after rearranging some pieces of furniture and de-cluttering the floor. And the best thing about having my room tidied, besides as preparation for my 2011 bagong buhay aka New Year's resolutions (which eventually fail anyway), is that I can finally breathe dust-free air. And a floor without any remnants from my nursing process or nursing textbooks in sight can be very tranquilizing.

Plus I was able to reorganize all the rummages in my study table (see image, left) which makes my day all the more productive and satisfactory :D

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For the not-so-productive aspect of my day, I spent about 5 hours playing Pokemon Platinum. It was Plan B actually, because I've always wanted to play either Pokemon HeartGold or SoulSilver, but assfucker Nintendo had to encrypt an anti-piracy code in all roms of the latter games available in the internet. In other words, after making 24 moves (fighting other pokemons, talking to other characters, etc.) the game is rendered bricked. So there goes my childhood down the drain.

But Platinum actually isn't that bad, compared to Diamond. Because the last time I played the Diamond version, I've lacked the motivation to continue because the rom I downloaded came with cheat codes, which ruined the whole point of the game. It was, at first, quite engaging and enticing because it was my first time ever to catch pokemons owned by opponents, which is normally not allowed in standard game play. But I have to admit, the game gets boring eventually.

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5 days away from Christmas and 8 days away from my 19th birthday. So I'm still thinking of what to buy for myself with $100. A camera sounds nice but the GE X5 (the one I've mentioned before) costs twice. A new pair of Chucks or running shoes is also an option but I'm really not up for it compared to buying a low-end cam. The other option I've reconsidered is having one of my earlobes pierces (lol this is serious). I don't know why, it was sort of random.

Then again, maybe I'll end up with nothing because I don't know if my mom would give me the money because she wanted me to save the money instead. And I told her, "Teh ano to karon pulos nga nagpadala pa si Papa sang Christmas remittance kung indi man lang pag-igasto para sa Christmas?" I was very certain what she had in mind (i.e. have the $100 as my January allowance) but wtf, I won't forego with that. Christmas was supposed to be a time for remembering Christ, sharing, as well as shopping.

Anyways, I'm still crossing fingers that she'll hand the money before Christmas.

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Time to sleep. Hopefully, I could go hotel-hunting (venue for our nearing prom) tomorrow with or without JM. Goodnight :)

Photoshop Project of the Day

2010-12-19T20:07:00.000+08:00

"Loving you has made me realized how beautiful life really is."

LOL this is my advance Christmas gift for Aizlynn (and for Gyno as well) :D

For DBP

2010-12-19T15:30:00.000+08:00

Tonight reminded me how much I love the DBP scholars. I've skipped two of their Christmas parties since first year and this year I've planted a firm decision that I won't pass another opportunity--not even The Lifeline can stop me.

And a good decision it was. Instead of having a charge-free dinner at Uncle Tom's with The Lifeline staff members (sorry hobbits), I've spent a lot on food alone (plus another nice Lee shirt as an early Christmas gift for myself). Then again, it was definitely worth it. I enjoyed dinner, be a judge for the DBP's Showtime-inspired talent competition (which btw was so fuckin hilarious that it had me laughing in tears especially with Group 2's Mara Clara performance), and played games hosted by Febby and Hendrix. And insert tons of laughter in between :)

Currently, my stomach's very full and satisfied, and a bit alcohol-intoxicated. I wish I could've stayed longer until midnight, but my mom had to interrupt. Oh well maybe next year. Thank you DBP for ending my 2010 filled with memories and smiles.

Profanity can be reasonable at times

2010-12-19T00:00:00.000+08:00

I had 14 miraculous hours of sleep last night--a physiologic compensation for the past sleepless nights finishing my requirements for our RLE. So here's a recap of both the goods and the bads of my year-ender:

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December 16. Finally, last day of duty for our first rotation. And you don't know how happy I am about bidding farewell to our clinical instructor Maam C. Because I dislike her, I loathe her, I hate her, I want-to-fucking-hit-her-on-the-face-until-her-face-swells-and-the-injury-causes-cerebral-edema-GCS-3-hopefully-please her. But let me reserve that ranting later. For the good, the night went well, actually and surprisingly. Because it was a rush decision for me to have my house as a venue for our Case Pre sleepless rendezvous. It was, first and foremost, stress-free because we're about 50% done with our case pre when we started at around 8pm. And we had a deadline set at around 11 to 12 midnight. Hours went by, and I seriously don't know why we didn't reach our deadline.

Then again, it wasn't that bad really. Because for the first time, I had this very very rare chance of bonding with my RLE groupmates. Well, except for Anabelle, who managed to keep quiet throughout the entire time when we were finishing our case pre and laughed our asses off at times. She even skipped having midnight dinner/Kaukau's birthday celebration with us, which was extremely fun. Everything was quite unexpected because I never, honestly, foresaw our RLE group bonding although we weren't complete that time (because Michael was really serious about having our work done and also decided to skip dinner and be with Anabelle) but it was still fun nonetheless.

We even slept together (no green pun intended here). But I'm not quite very sure if Anabelle fell asleep. Everyone woke up at around 4 to 5 and had parted ways because we're two hours away from our case pre with the "devil". Game over.

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December 17. I expected satisfactory remarks for our case. But, for the bad, Maam C wasn't even half satisfied as I expected her to be. There could have been some loopholes in the first part of our case pre, but I mean, she could have at least corrected our mistakes in a very not-mean constructive manner. Because she just sounded like a whiny bitch. And I still don't get her being upset with our physical assessment. Modesty aside, I think our PA was our best so far, though it wasn't really a 100% in detail, but I assure you it was a focused assessment, a damn focused assessment. Then we found out in our patient's lab results that she had pleural effusion:

Maan C: You know that your patient had pleural effusion and why wasn't it reflected in the physical assessment?
Me: Maam, I auscultate her lung fields every time I get the vital signs, and there were no adventitious breath sounds.
Maam C: Are you sure?
Me: Yes, maam. Because even if she did have pleural effusion, I think I wouldn't be able to hear any crackles because she had anasarca.
Maam C: Then why didn't you checked for the tactile fremitus?
Me: Because, maam, she was in semi-coma. The patient needs to be conscious to repeat the word "99" so I could test for the tactile fremitus.
Maam C: (quiet for 10 seconds) Ah, yes...

Ha, fuck you. For a second there, I was a bit happy but the "devil" had to find other means of making our PA look like it was done by a very lousy student nurse. She was ranting about the cranial nerves assessment because almost all the results were 'No Response'. Wtf, what do you expect from a patient with a GCS of 4? That she was able to identify the smell of coffee or orange? Bitch much.

I seriously don't know if she was intimidated that I can answer almost all of her questions. But even if she did, she had no right to compare student performances in front of the students themselves, like saying, "Si Ms. Tanate, favorite ko guid ni siya because she's actually doing really good in the area kag makita ko self ko sa iya when I was in college. Ok, let's give Ms. Tanate a chance to explain..."

And you know what Maam C commented on my performance? "You're really smart, Mr. Calise but you're not good hands-on." Seriously, bitch? I know your only intention was to boost up Anabelle's confidence, but wth why compare her with me? What did she exactly do in the ward that made you say she was better? Had she fucking turn a patient with generalized edema who weighed approximately like that of a pig about to be roasted (ok, this was the closest metaphor I could think of)? Had she fucking trimmed her patient's pubic hair? Tell me, what did "little good Anabelle" do in the ward?

I get fucking pissed every time I think about this incident and I want to drown myself in profanity so I could express every bit of unfairness and injustice I felt about Maam C's treatment against me. But this shouldn't get in the way for me to enjoy our Christmas party. For the good, I did enjoy the party (especially with the paper dance c/o Gyno and Aizlynn ala teleserye kilig moment) but, again, for the bad, I had to scurry away from the fun and go home in the middle of the party to retrieve my NRES1 homework and green quiz notebook.

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So this is how my school year 2010 ended, great, isn't it? Christmas break, it's officially open. And let me start the holiday vacation by jogging around the block in our neighborhood and look for Maam C's house. I could give her an early Christmas gift by throwing rocks against her windows. Advance Merry Christmas, everyone! :)

Word Salad 1.0

2010-12-15T22:23:00.000+08:00

While waiting for MS Word to respond, I'm gonna spend the next 10 minutes spicing up a word salad.

Kaycee, my Vaio, has a fracture--her charger port seems broken. Wtf.
Santa, I want a GE X5 for Christmas. Or maybe save money instead for the next months until 4th year starts.
Just 2 days away from freedom. I can't even.
Still haven't bought my S.P. (Meynard) a gift.
Nary Lala splits. KTO now declared top Orlando groupie.
Another satisfactory score in NRES1 despite the fact that I haven't laid eyes on my notes. Woot.
Plurk sucks ass. But, as cliche as it gets, first love never dies.
Still having daily tremors. Yey for pseudoparkinsonism.

Must finish our NRES1 homework crap due Friday. Bye.

Wanted: Time Manager

2010-12-14T23:01:00.000+08:00

I badly need lessons in time management.

Sadly, I wasn't able to utilize my time very efficiently today despite that we only had our nursing lecture up until 12 noon, took a quiz on psychopharma (which btw I barely passed), and spent the rest of the day with Dobel talking about senseless stuff (i.e. *toot* and *toot* are gay and are possibly seeing each other LOLOLOLOLOL) in Jollibee Jaro. And because of my disturbed sleeping pattern, I immediately fell asleep upon arriving home and woke up at around 8 for dinner and wasted another 2 hours of searching a nursing journal article on SLE but to no avail. FML.

But then again, God never ceases to amaze me, that although I had clearly wasted my time Google-ing pdf articles, I found a way to hack paid journal pdfs in this certain site of which I won't going to reveal (just in case one of their system moderators read my blog and had that bug in their website fixed). *headspin, yo*

Time check: 11.10PM

Study galore muna, mga teh! :))

NL + Martin Day

2010-12-14T00:36:00.000+08:00

Everyone looks "genuinely" happy in this photo. I can't even :))

NP. No Problem?

2010-12-12T16:12:00.000+08:00

Thank God :) that Maam C moved our Nursing Process deadline on Monday, but then again, despite the huge amount of time that should have been allocated for my NP, I still have a lot more portions to complete: Textbook Discussion on PUD, Labs, SOAPIE and drug studies that needed revision [cause the percentage for the drug studies is about 25-30%, I think]. I have an ample amount of time in my hands if I had handwritten the rest of the data that I have finished already and a 50% done journal reading in queue that should have been finished days ago (which also needs to be handwritten).

I need to stop regressing. K, that's all for now. Later.

Another Tumblr treasure

2010-12-06T13:25:00.000+08:00

i still have a lot of things to do today. and that includes finishing my opinion article (and idk why the hell im not done with it lol maybe i friggin hate the topic i chose to write about, but wtv its too late to change topic juju). plus, our online pub blog is still blank without any posts in it, and i keep on wondering if yesterday was the deadline for the blog submission (but Nonoy hasnt texted yet about the blog except last week so yeah, maybe he was just threatening us just so we could finish the articles on time).

on the other hand, ive lent a helping hand in translating aizlynn’s health class stuff about DM since joel’s work was a disaster (well, make that total failure, ie: Diabetes Mellitus - Isa ka grupo sang mga “metabolic na mga masakit na gina characterize sang mataas na level sang blood sugar. Ini gakatabu tungud sa problema sa pagproduce sang Insulin sa lawas tau kun sa epekto sang insulin sa lawas ta). see i told you so. but surprisingly, reading joel’s work made me miss him and jm (being stressed every time we have to draw lots for our work allocation for our rotational case presentations, esp when joel is assigned to more difficult and complex parts of the nursing process, or plainly when joel is assigned to any task). and the rest of BSN 2-A RLE Group 4 members, you guys were seriously the word.

and we also have a statistics assignment on hand, of which i have no idea about. lol whatever, stat sucks ass. and back to our pub blog, i forgot what our password was. so yeah, i can already foresee Nonoy crying on monday. but i will do everything to finish my to-do list today, while making our Tatay proud. yeah right. most importantly, i should take a bath, now na! later, Tumblr :)

From Tumblr

2010-12-06T13:12:00.000+08:00

Just something I've dug out of my Tumblr archive:

i was sad about 15 minutes ago until a HUGE BOX OF KRISPY KREME came knocking on my door.and that made my night :) because i was reaaally down. for a lot of reasons. first of all, i think our Lit teacher was a bit hesitant at first to give us a grade of 1.0 for our Mulan presentation. and that was a little bit depressing, on our part, that is. we gave our 100% effort on this one and i’m quite not so sure if he did grasp our concept well. in fact, i think he’s doubting if Mulan is part of Chinese literature. WTF, but wtv. haha i still can’t accept the fact that he gave us 1.0 since he was forced to.

and here’s another fuckiiiing donut for my loveless love life. HAHAHA while aien left us for the Lifeline’s press work, finny and i shared some thoughts about love. seriooussly. hahaha instead of feeling depressed for myself, i felt more depressed for her. i know, mean, but you should try listening to her ~~stalking escapades~~. very freaky. but well, love comes in many forms, shapes, packages and cup sizes. hahaha hi sesshy lover :D

What is a prayer meeting?

2010-12-05T10:57:00.000+08:00

I had my braces readjusted just recently and I was expecting for another week of orthodontic pain, which was normal, but has caused too much food-deprived anhedonia for me to bear long enough before I impulsively decide to remove these braces... with my bare hands (considering the fact that i have lost weight already from my last dental visit).

But thank God, there was no pain this time, which was quite odd but the hell I care as long as I am pretty much able to consume the calories and proteins I need to restore the weight I've rapidly lost a few weeks back.

So what better way to this than pig out before the pain starts to dissipate my appetite.

* * *

I was at my tita's furniture shop during lunch time just so I could leave my laptop there before heading to Robinson's. I was about to leave when Tita Lets called out my name and told me to stay in the shop for lunch, after all it was her secretary's birthday. And being the frugal person that I am, which also happened to be genetically passed on from my mom and tita's side of the family tree, so I decided to stay and type my P&S notes on one corner of the office while my tita and her 2 other church friends have their meeting on the other side.

I have been once or twice present during their prayer meetings in the past, but this recent one turned out to be very interesting that their chitchat was able to seize my attention away from what I was doing.

Along their babble session, I overheard them apprehending a certain member within their church org. They called her "P1". So little miss P1, who happened to be also single (for the past 50 years of her life) like my tita and the two other women in the table, had a one night stand with my tita's driver.

I can't believe what I am actually hearing during that moment, no, not the one night stand (because I already know my tita's driver was, uh, sort of a manwhore). They, I mean these 50 year old respectable religious women were calling P1 names like katlan, putay-putay, alpot. I can't even.

I was at a point during their conversation that I couldn't contain my guilty laughter for all too many reasons. Then, they started to talk about "P2", who was a friend of P1. And you know why they call these two women P1 and P2? Because P, according to them, stands for prostitute.

WTF WAHAHAHAHAHAHA seriously, I never thought that adults from a religious org gather for a prayer meeting just so they could bash and gossip other people. It's like the epitome of epic irony. But then again, I enjoyed their company during lunch. And my tita's friend told me, "Don't be ashamed."

My face was like O_O I was so certain that she knew or had an idea about my life outside the realms of my family's security, equating to me in reality being the opposite of what my family is expecting or describing to other people (e.g. "Ka-alam na sa iya, gakuwa Nursing sa West, buot pa dayon klase nga bata!, which no one in our decent family tree does not hold any accessible information to prove such (well, except for my sister). Of course, I also don't have any vices to anxiously beset on which further protects my faux-virgin image to my parents and relatives.

But what she meant about "don't be ashamed" was that I shouldn't be too shy about having lunch with them. For a moment there, I thought they knew about and recognized my inner bitch being and perhaps even called me degrading names stereotypical of a shamed unworthy rebel whore during in one of their so called "prayer meetings".

That was close. Or maybe, just maybe, they're already on to me. Ha, ideas of reference. But who knows, life is full of surprises and today's revelations assimilate to a number of surprises I couldn't handle in just one day.

Now I know why someone has been too euphoric today

2010-12-03T23:18:00.000+08:00

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA the best guid ni gyapon :)) Happy birthday, Des! I wish you more boylets to come in the future. Chos.

Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind: Film Review

2010-12-03T21:18:00.000+08:00

How happy is the blameless vestal's lot!
The world forgetting, by the world forgot.
Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!
Each pray'r accepted, and each wish resign'd!

yes you guessed that one right, instead of studying (again), I've bargained my time tonight to watch a dvd rip of Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind I've downloaded last week.

the plot was really excellent, except for the fact that the film was a bit bland (I don't know if that is the appropriate term to use) that had me confused at one point because there were scenes in the film that made the whole movie look like it was a thriller. so, that was a big let down, for me. because I was expecting less of the sci-fi thing going on and more of the Jack-and-Rose kind of romance, although Rose (Kate Winslet) was in fact casted in the film as the female lead Clementine, who was the utter exact opposite of Rose DeWitt Bukater of Titanic in terms of social grace and seduction.

but the movie, as a whole, is so good that it still had me pondering at this moment about the hypothetical concept about instant memory erasure. if such psych-related innovation were to exist, would I openly take the opportunity to erase my memory if (hypothetically speaking) I wanted to get over someone?

the climactic twists in the last quarter of the film were concretely visual of what could have been in a situation wherein one was told that he has had his memories erased before. during one of these twists, Mary (Kirsten Dunst), who was stoned and partially drunk, rendered an Alexander Pope poem to Dr. Howard while Joel (Jim Carrey) was under a memory-erasure procedure. until Mary suddenly kissed Dr. Howard while simultaneously being caught off-guard by Dr. Howard's wife.

so the two tried to explain, but Dr. Howard's wife revealed that their cheating scenario have already happened in the past--only to find out that Mary had her memories (of being a mistress to Dr. Howard prior) erased. what's worse is that the man she fell in love with was also the same man who erased those memories. fucker, isn't it?

then again, I haven't yet answered the question of embracing or not embracing that opportunity of having my memories erased just so I could move on with my life and be happy alone and single. hypothetically.

obviously, no. although how much pain the advent of a moving-on process would bring, this emotional pain mends the weak heart to become stronger, as well as condition the mind to become wiser. because eventually, (almost) everyone survives this heartbreaking phase. each one of us has the capacity to forego memories that cause too much anhedonia and sadness to bear. it is a matter of letting go and not holding on because although how painful these memories are, they are still a wonderful repository of the past from which we can learn and better understand ourselves, and create smarter decisions in the future.

moving on is and will always be a state of mind. then can we realize that there is no eternal sunshine of the spotless mind, after all.

Disclaimer

2010-12-02T19:01:00.000+08:00

Though I've mentioned that I've decided to blog (again), let me point out that the previous posts that are under year 2010 are copied from my pysch diary requirement. Thank you.

Postscript: I didn't copy-pasted all entries in my diary requirement, especially the extremely private ones, due to the reason that I may or will be revealing my blog (in the near future) to Aien and Lean. HAHAHAHA hi, yen and yan :)

Hello, Again. And Again.

2010-12-02T18:00:00.000+08:00

hello, blog. you might be tired already. from all my nth attempts to give blogging a chance. you may be tired, but i'm equally tired as well. not only from the attempts, but also with how my life is running at the moment.

by life, i mean nursing. because that's the only life i'm facing almost everyday. and it's a very very sad and unfortunate reality i must face, like a horror movie played on repeat. but as time passed by, i've come to conquer my fears about this sorrowed nursing misery that traps my almost utter existence in this shallow world.

after all, i'm 2 semesters away from graduation. 2 semesters away. i can't even.

but then, as of the mean time, let me contemplate and waste another 30 minutes of time of reconnecting about what my life has been since my more-that-a-year absence:

3rd year. not really that cruel, for me that is, as compared to how previous level 3 students have shared their terrorizing fate and experiences in clinical nursing. i'm having a wonderful time, seriously, no pun intended.
love life. too many stories, but still the same plot. in short, i'm still single. and sort of, happy? a big question mark on that one. but as of this moment, i have a certain coco who completes my nights, as well as my mornings, breakfasts, lunches, dinners, etc.
school. still a fucker, a really badass fucker. but i'm enjoying though (MS Nursing, Psych Nursing), except for the minor subjects. i have always loathed those extra subjects that mean more time to consume instead of sparing those hours for studying (yeah right). i still don't get the whole point of these minor subjects.
1D, 2A, 3B. yearly resectionings, though how much emotional trauma they have caused initially, are in fact helpful molding our batch as a whole. too bad i missed documenting our Nursing Fun Days 2010 event here. it was our best, yet :)
and, life in general. still the same, i guess? still facing the same problems (time management, school load, dirty room, self-esteem issues), which by the way, have become a monthly period. but i'm nearing at a point of climax. this was my sole reason why i had re-opened and logged into my blogger account. i need a corner to hypothetically cry (ha) and vent out all these lambasting emotions. seriously. i have a lot of issues lately

but I have consumed a lot of precious time already, which should have been an afternoon well-spent on studying, but of course, instead of doing that, i've photoshopped a shirt design for my ex-bestfriend and a holiday poster for our upcoming batch Christmas party (woot), and as usual, have myself stuck in internet traffic again. oh, social networking sites, the world would have had been better and more productive without you.

dinner, and then, school crap *crossing fingers tightly on this one*

7 Days Of...

2010-11-19T07:00:00.000+08:00

Like the movie 500 Days of Summer, I felt like walking in the shoes of Tom Hansen. And, definitely those shoes are cold and very love-deprived—not the kind that an average guy would buy but still inexplicably inevitable.

The sudden hiatus from our 24/7 text marathon brought me sulking emotional pain, which was equally daunting as my canker sores are excruciatingly causing inescapable pain during meal times. But the only difference was, moments after eating, the sore pain would gradually cease while my love sickness continued to exacerbate.

And then my friends told me to just send her a text message, disregarding all my pride. It was evening by then, it would have had been a wonderful dinner at Grand Hotel on a seminar conference on nursing research, but I guess the idea of texting her didn’t fully console or forego my lamenting emotions or enhanced my appetite.

She replied, reminding me that she didn’t have load. What the fuck? I don’t know if I should seriously accept that reason, because it would take a miracle for me to believe that. Was it a subtle gesture of telling me to back away and move on with my life? I was at some point certain about my gut feeling regarding that matter.

But I need not to assume things. Because I never knew her 100% in the flesh, so I didn’t have anything tangibly concrete to possibly explain or reveal the truth behind my theoretical assumptions. It was like a Dan Brown novel, except for the fact that I didn’t have the facts to begin with on my case.

So should I continue investigating? The only overwhelming evidence I have is her Facebook wall, which was not reliable, but it’s the only clue that I have to expand and delve further deeper into.

Hello, Brace Boy

2010-11-07T11:00:00.000+08:00

I was actually hoping that today would be a day of productivity (especially, that I have a lot of school-related tasks that needed starting), and given my free time today, I should have had been be able to accomplish a lot of things.

But since I was lazy-balls mode the whole day, I snoozed my alarm for the nth time from 6 AM until the moment I woke up at 10. And of course, I usually start my weekend by updating my online social networking accounts—seriously not very productive, unless I woke up earlier, then I would run a few rounds around the block. This is why I’m very jealous at times to people who do not have internet connections in their home. I mean, just think of the countless possibilities that they are able to do outside the constricting clutches of the World Wide Web.

Still, I was able to do something “sort of” productive. By 2 PM, I visited a dentist, who was a friend of my cousin, in Time Square Building in Gen. Luna Street, asking if retainers would do the orthodontic magic of fixing my gapped front teeth and some minor relapse in my lower set of molars. And of course, as expected, he recommended braces (fuck much).

So I thought about it for a while and consulted my mom. I seriously wouldn’t want to undergo the whole “nerd phase” of having the unfortunate opportunity to wear both glasses and braces. But then, my mom was willing to finance (again—since I had braces in high school) and I considered that this would only be temporary and would last only for 10-12 months, plus it would finally fix my gapped front teeth and definitely would boost my self-confidence in the long run.

Hopefully, I made the right decision, both with regards to financial and esteem matters.

Life As We Know It: Film Review

2010-11-05T17:49:00.000+08:00

Thank God it’s Friday, but more importantly, thank God it’s a class-free Friday. So I finally get to watch a film outside the realms of my home with a few close friends. Michael wanted to watch You Again but Lorene and I settled on Life As We Know It starring Josh Duhamel and Katherine Heigl.

Overall, it wasn’t a good film, not a bad one either—but if the script and screenplay were worse, it would have had been Katherine Heigl’s pitfall movie (considering that she’s starred in lofty good films: Knocked Up, 27 Dresses, The Ugly Truth).

But let’s not point fingers here to the two actors why the film sucked—a bit. First of all, the story was quite superficial: a married couple dies in a car accident and leaves their 1-year-old daughter to their closest friends Holly (Heigl) and Messer (Duhamel). The two were reluctant at first even to the point of hating each other, were forced to live under one roof by a blunt egocentric social worker, but sooner realized that they had chemistry (and sex) and finally fell in love. End of story. Quite a shocker, isn’t it?

And let me babble that Holly was a complete reprise of Heigl’s previous role in the Ugly Truth. In fact, the Ugly Truth and Life As We Know It have similarities: (1) quirky career-girl meets attention-grabbing sex-expert guy, (2) quirky career-girl is single and has a dormant sex life, (3) attention-grabbing sex-expert guy helps quirky career-girl gets the guy of her dreams (surprisingly, doctors in both films), (4) attention-grabbing sex-expert guy begins to feel jealousy but confesses in the later part of the movie that assholes do fall in love, and of course, (5) quirky career-girl remains constantly quirky throughout the entire story.

So the film, in general, utilized extremely overused formulas in making romantic-comedy films. But then again, on the other hand, there were also some goods (like including an orphan toddler in the plot and how the two lead roles will be able to resolve their feud and parenting issues despite the fact that they’re not in a relationship and the baby isn’t theirs biologically in the first place). Sad thing is instead of concentrating on the better elements of the film, the producers decided to highlight Holly’s obsessive compulsive behaviors and Messer’s need for random one night stands.

And if you think of the movie that way, you’ll then realize the epic irony of the superficial plot and the title of the film. The appropriate title would have been Life As We Know It From A Quirky Career-Girl and Attention-Grabbing Sex-Expert Guy’s Point of View.

My final verdict would be 2.5 stars out of 5. Initially, it was just 2 stars, but the added 0.5 was due to the reasons that I am an avid Katherine Heigl fan and a desperate hopeless single who appreciated the only lesson of the film: even assholes fall in love.

The Aftermath of Our Hobbit Adventure

2010-11-04T17:53:00.000+08:00

Yes after 3 days of relentless dedication to process our service grant scholarship, I was finally able to enroll myself. Though I had a bad morning (because of our drug testing schedule which started 8:30 and ended until 11:30, which equated to 3 hours of waiting), I was all smiles during the whole duration from the point I received the official receipt and throughout the early afternoon.

Yet then again, like the yin and yang, I was a bit disappointed when I arrived in class. Talk about speedy labile mood swings. And no, I don’t have bipolar disorder (yet HAHAHAHA loljk).

It’s just that usually before our daily quiz starts, Michael, Darwin and I would form a small group question-and-answer discussion about our forthcoming quiz, and today, since I was tied to my Lifeline responsibilities yesterday the whole afternoon and I was scheduled for drug testing which eventually turned out to occupy my whole time in the morning, I wasn’t able to study that much, when compared to Michael and Darwin’s studying galore.

Though disappointed at myself initially, I realized that I shouldn’t compare myself too much with other people. It’s a lesson everyone must learn that sometimes, one needs to appreciate himself more rather than compare himself and beseech inwardly for his belittled traits and qualities. *yeah right, ha*

Enrollment yo

2010-10-29T17:55:00.000+08:00

Enrollment day. NOT.

As usual, due to discrepancies or delayed processing of our scholarship forms (service grant), I wasn’t able to get enrolled (and so was Roma and Desiree). Maybe that’s a good thing (lol just kidding).

Anyways, let’s reserve that topic next week when I do have the “fortunate” chance of having our scholarships signed and be enrolled. This afternoon was filled with fun, bonding moments with Aiz, Mike, Wayne and JM, and of course, packed with a LOT of calories. And since this diary isn’t about food either, let’s skip my restaurant reviews and food fetishes.

The real excitement though was the time I went home at around 5. So Aizlynn and Wayne dropped me at the building near the Sports Complex sign (the one in front of the pink Lopez house), I decided to walk from that point going to West to catch a Jaro Liko Tagbak jeepney… until I realized the number of standby passengers-in-waiting I have to compete with are reciprocal to the miraculously small number of jeepneys today.

That influenced my decision of walking from West to the intersection along Jollibee Jaro (where Leganes jeepneys are en route from SM) and I can’t believe my eyes when I saw about 15 people waiting (because I’m usually alone when I wait for a Leganes jeep to arrive). And you guess it right: I walked from Jollibee Jaro, passed CSJ (Colegio de San Jose) and managed to disembark at Jaro Plaza safely.

But then, the situation is just getting worse—the Leganes and Jaro Liko Tagbak loading and unloading area is jam-packed with a HUGE crowd. And this made me wonder if Kim Chiu and Gerald Anderson are still here in Iloilo and maybe are about to have their dinner at Green Mango (across Jaro Plaza) causing a commotion and a crowd attraction (LOL just kidding).

And instead of competing, I settled on walking from the loading/unloading area to the Panaderia ni Paa building where Jaro Liko NFA jeeps are abound to be waiting for my overused four year old Chucks from all the walking.

I was right, and it was a well-bargained decision—but the only drawback is that NFA jeeps only travel until GMA network building at Alta Tierra. Yes, there is still a need for me to walk from GMA going to Gran Plains Subdivision. And walk I did (since it was 6pm already, so traffic is destined along that part of MacArthur Drive; plus the amount of time of walking and waiting inside a jeep muddled in a traffic jam would be approximately close, and more importantly, walking is free of charge and healthful).

Though I am in a state of fatigue and dehydration at the moment, I realized that I wasn’t angry about what happened as one would normally do (who wouldn’t? I mean, you want to go home early but you have to walk miles before reaching home). And to be honest, I enjoyed the whole excitement factor of walking and surviving (not being smuggled or be wedged in a hold-up situation). That also made me aware that I’m the type of person who would take a risk and create my own path rather than go along with the flow—like the rest of the crowd in the loading/unloading station in Jaro Plaza.

And on the bright side, I burned all the calories from my Pizza Hut lunch and my Chocolate Lust Trifle (c/o Nothing But Desserts) J

ngaa as in why

2009-07-26T22:03:00.000+08:00

ahay. ngaa wala topnotcher aw?
. . .

anywho, my phone's like shet. gaga ka, ngaa wala ka bluetooth man?
seriously. ngaa?
ps: aien, pls pay in advance if you want the fb photos your kapitbahay crush.
cash lang, please ;)

come back to me

2009-07-25T23:15:00.000+08:00

the thrill of blogging (and of revealing things i normally dont to people, eh?) just ceased into neverland for the past weeks. ive wondered why, really. is it because of the fact that ive grown tired of typing my daily nonsense and that ive learned to deal things in my own, perhaps sensible, way. or that i have deeper personal issues w/c i couldnt bare the idea of seeing this blog a lot more dramatic than what i would have feared of. or maybe, just maybe, ive lamented over and over that i need to leave this cyberspace for good.

...nahh, i was sooo tired that i couldnt press a single damn key.

seriously, lame reason. but hey, one of those statements COULD BE the exact explanation towards my inevitable absence. whatever the reason was, im still here. hello, blog, im back from a very long, long vacation. :)

i wished i had actually. but not posting anything just made me feel so. away from home -- drama :)) but really, having myself facing away from the monitor made me realize that whenever im stuck w/ you, all i ever think of were problems and suicidal thoughts, to say it the least. suicidal or not suicidal, you made me feel that way. why i have unfortunately crawled back again to what i used to call my fire exit from hell is still a mystery to you and to me (?) but being here pondering on useless things as the time passes by is definitely refreshing. and, comforting. plus you listen -- of which most people lack of. pffft. anywho, just forget about everything that i just said. its good to be back :]

Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam,

Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home...

unintentional humor

2009-06-19T20:52:00.000+08:00

ka-funny kay sir mcdo ah. chukuliht. that's all :))

i advise, most of the time

2009-06-17T18:34:00.000+08:00

dearest martin,
may ara ako gwapo nga crush. as in patay luyag ko sa iya, teh gin lagas-lagas ko na lang sya kay desperada na gid ako. mapasugot lang sya nga maging kami kun hatag ko ang you know sa iya. galing love ko gid sya, pero dapat i give up ko gid si chastity even before marriage?
-desperate housegirl

desperate housegirl, if that's your real name, dapat mangkutuon mo anay imu sarili ngaa nag email ka sa akun nga indi man ta kilalahay. but, anywho, im willing to share a few thoughts about your provocative fantasies. simple, just do it. since you've already cornered him into making the poor bastard as your fiancee, i wouldnt be surprised to know that alpot is your middle name. but to become a fulfilling alpot takes precious time, effort and a lot of cash. and brains, too -- but fear not, most alpots dont mind to be smart. here's a little tip though in case you're missing some neurons: be a hundred percent sure that you'll get pregnant afterwards -- its the classiest&oldest trick in the alpot book. i hope my words of alpotness have rendered a bit of aid in your dilemma. good luck! ;]

ella, ella

2009-06-16T16:53:00.000+08:00

since the weather's such a poop lately, im having a hard time relating my feelings with my umbrella. after a terrifying encounter with mother nature wherein jm and i had to force our way going to roest with our umbrellas angled nearly 90degress horizontally against the raging rain, i just realized that my payong is soo lame. lucky though that i was able to survive and reach home not looking like a wet innocent monkey. if frank were to revisit again, my built-for-one umbrella wouldnt stand a chance. plus the fact ive wasted cash on it just makes me all the more sad and guilty for being broke the moment i bought the evil umbrella of hell. &to make things worse: not only will i be a wet monkey :) for the next few days, but a broke&silly one too. enough about ranting about my umbrella. ;]

on the evil-er side of the world, i really hate someone in our class today. and "her" name is IPIS. >:[ thats it. i just hate her. bitchy much, and no, i wont talk to you ever. and to think that the other guy your attached to was the whore-ribble one.

..and i still find it awkward to have new classmates. lost, really. but i did enjoy the sex education-inspired debate. ;] i hope to get along with some people soooon.

first

2009-06-15T19:28:00.000+08:00

...it`s really not the same.
first day was okayy. thats it. just okay.
maybe people in ii-a are just too shy, but im still eager to know, hopefully, who's the langka-lankaons in our section. haha. but no one -- maybe, ever, i believe -- can really outdo the charm of THE kevin lagtapon. xD i guess i'll just have to be contented of the effort i did to make new friends (it was nice meeting you kai ;> ) and all. :) though i didnt exerted any, haha tomorrow i shall. i'll try my hardest this time to catch someone's attention. pa hard-to-get effect lol. may the best whore win *striking a bitchy fierce look on aien* :]]

yes, i've learned

2009-06-10T23:00:00.000+08:00

~wouldnt it be nice if everyday were an epiphany? :)

it has been a long time -- way, way long perhaps -- since the last time i wrote something sensible about my daily life in this scanty-substanced blog. ranting and venting out emotions may be helpful in some way to relieve my introvert tensions, but its time -- for me [haha, drama] -- to face life more positively. well, to recount memories of the past months, i had been cursedly torn between two polar behaviors. i had my fair share of, as everyone else has too, gloomy&dark and happypill days. but one, make that two desperate events, still etched in my frenzied mind, can explain a thing or two of what im really trying to say..

..uno: is it my angst? or my angst-sud?
*uno. espanyol, para lain naman :))
sir g had this video presentation about health assessment during one of our classes. minutes after his 'kidding'-inspired lecture, everyone was running after him as if he were some sort of celebrity or maybe a flea market vendor whos giving away 50%discount to the first 2 customers who would presumably buy his talongs. [hahaha] but i was wrong, of course. he was giving copies of the health assessment vid via usb. the bright midafternoon sunshine instantly turned black--in my imagination that is, para may drama effect-- as i raged and pressed my anger on my stress toy, aka aizlynn. though she asked me over and over why im upset, i remained quiet while letting my now-released anger hormones do the job. she describes those martin moments as "angst". im really not sure about it since my hearing was impaired and stressed during that time. i could have had heard the term she was referring to as "angst" instead of "angsud". :)) one way or another, the two are similar. still, the outcome was positive: i returned to my old blank self again..right after i received my dvd copy of the vid courtesy of menggay and co. a trifling and shallow reason indeed.

..dos: same topic, different scenario
'you could just see the dreaded and tireful looks in my classmates' faces.' albeit the stress and wearisome reactions, i was special on that very day (well, count febby too). no mixed reactions, no tantrums, just pure obsolete anger. my initial encounter with my first HA patient was unforgettable. comparing him/her with my 2 previous extremely kind and open interviewees, he/she was undoubtedly on the 11th mark of my pain rating scale. he/she was arrogant, uncommunicative, not open. what more could you ask for? while my groupmates (febby excluded) were gleeing in front of their clients, i was stuck with a forced grin trying my very best&bitchless way of being therapeutic. but the result presented that my efforts were unpralled to his/her needs. again with the "angst/angsud" comment, but this time it came from febby. fastforward-ing. two days later, i cant believe that i am undeniably attached to my client and his/her wife/husband. it was foolish of me not to consider his/her diagnoses. the compliment did help [hahaha], but it was a little understanding that achieved a closed gap between the bridge.

THEREFORE i conclude that im still happy even though those moments showed how shallow and ignorant i can be at times. if everyday were an epiphany, the point of living the unavoidable surprises of life while learning from them would had been useless or no point at all. those imaginary daily epiphanies are mere dreams, nothing but an appetizer of what heaven should taste like. meanwhile, to be positive as i have said moments ago, lets just rejoice of what life has to offer -- may they be twisted joys and smiles, this-is-the-end tears and screams, or perhaps those rare dramaqueen snapshot moments. thus [what im really trying to say is that :))] for every surpassed and hump-ahead struggles, just think of them as a new adventure we could learn from, or a math problem with limitless solutions, or a curtain-raiser prelude to eternal epiphany to make it sound better (*wink wink*). but for the mean time, an aphrodisiac appetizer wouldnt taste that bad, would it? ;)

mac vs pc

2009-06-10T14:27:00.000+08:00

i normally dont consider myself a techie, but in contrast to my other recreational activities, i sort of have ideas and am more venerated to the this form of jargon. nonetheless, im an amateur when it comes to this stuff. :D

anywho, since im an apple fan myself, the whole wwdc `09 buzz was my appetizer for today's brunch. upon seeing the specs of the new iphone 3gs, i wasnt that swooned over my feet unlike last year's. i wished they could have done more. no new design, but theres a new os--which will also be available to old gen iphones and itouches by next week. what i like, though, about the new iphone is its claimed 2x performance + new video capture capability (30fps, that's holy sh*t for a smartphone). autofocus was also introduced to its new 3megapixel cam. i would have wanted that autofocus feature, but 3megapixels?! they could have at least made it into 5! that would have had made me drooling in front of the monitor. after all, most high-end smartphones and touchscreens have an average of 5-8megapixel cam (12 is the max. for sony's to-be-released touchscreen camphone). theyve also included a compass thing, which was already anticipated among rumors months ago. so, i wasnt that surprised. same goes to its mac os x platform counterpart. no really new shocking features, but theyve boosted up performance--a lot.

but on the bright side, theyve priced down all macs! xD
plus, theyve added a 13-inch into the macbook pro line which has a surprisingly lowered price of $1200! (the old price of a consumer-class aluminum macbook was $1300, but i think theyve also lowered it to $999 -- wild guess.) omg, thank you apple! and theyve also announced that they'll be making another macbook unibody which, I believe, will be released next year. its a big shocker that theyve lowered down the prices despite global economic failures!!

on the other side of the techworld, referring to pc borders, microsoft is definitely going to shine this year! :) no doubt. their new os, windows 7, stirred up a lot of buzz and has garnered positive feedbacks from users through its beta release. it will be available by october. its new search engine, bing.com, a reincarnation of its previous predecessor, has its fair share of limelight. ive tried it once and i find the webpage a tad bit boring. but the search engine was good, i guess. oh yeah, microsoft also has this project natal for xbox 360. i dont know what the hell is that, but, according to my friend internet, it's probably good. :))

random

2009-06-08T22:16:00.000+08:00

anyone, care to push me off a cliff?

random thoughts:

..oh, i havent found that "perfect" template i was looking for my blog.
..i spent the whole afternoon today flickr-ing :D
..i pity my usb right now--it's bare naked.
..my room's a mess (and a bigger mess it will be when school starts).
..im currently resting from my twittermania.
..its a miracle that i havent tabbed my usual bookmarks today.
..its good that theyve cancelled school. but honestly, i was looking forward.
..is that really rufa mae quinto in the lately released episode of the HK series?
..i love making icons, either from personal shots or from flickr.
..its a huge loss that chichi wasnt included in bsn 2-a.

no more secrets

2009-06-08T20:04:00.000+08:00

-wahaha. 'coz i was bored. xD

-it was a perfect shot. and yes, it was glariiing.

When did you last cry?
~hmm, a long, long time ago.

What was the reason you last cried?
~parting ways w/ high school friends.

Do you consider yourself an emotional person?
~noo :))

Does anything hurt on your body?
~none, i guess.

Any current scabs or bruises?
~chickiepox mark lang. :(

Are you klutsy or accident prone?
~yes, when im in my room.

Ever tripped over your own feet?
~yes, and it was humiliating.

How long has it been since you took vitamins?
~still taking 'em.

When is the last time you took medicine?
~would you consider otc's?

What was the medicine for?
~food supplement.

Ever had any illnesses or diseases?
~you mean those that require hospitalization && complicated stuff? then, none.

Do you get headaches often?
~yes, from all the school crap. :D

Do you have health insurance?
~yes, that's why i cross the road w/o looking. hahaha

Do you want plastic surgery?
~im thinking about it. hahaha

If it was free, what 1 thing would you have done?
~nose lift. hahah

How much do you think it costs to have a boob job?
~im pretty much contented w/ my own. :))

Do you have or want any tattoo's?
~axli, i want one right above my ass. hahaha

Would you consider permanent make-up?
~if i was some sort of geisha or clown.

What do you think is the perfect age to start having children?
~any age would do. :)) but i prefer adopting -- ala angelina jolie hahaha

How many children would you like to have?
~biological, about 2-3. adopted, about 6-7.

Do you already have names picked out of your future children?
~idk. i'd give 'em random names. para fun.

How effective is the pull out method when it comes to birth control?
~not that much. hahahaha.

What is your birth control method of choice?
~i dont want to sound explicit here, so im keeping the answer to myself hahaha

Ever had a pregnancy scare when you weren't planning?
~one time during first sem, i really felt pregnant. ask aiz.

Do you get along better with your mom or dad?
~pareyas kuripot, so patas lang :))

Do you consider yourself to be religious?
~sort of :]

Are you saving your money for any big purchase right now?
~no, im letting mom do that work. hahaha

If you were given 1k dollars and had to use it on 1 purchase, what would you buy?
~idk. a dslr cam would be nice. or a mac.

dasyaon!

2009-06-06T21:29:00.000+08:00

dasyaon! since my sister is an incoming freshmen (unfortunately, of WVSU-CON, too), she told me that their classes had been postponed to 15 while i, on the other hand, will be going back to school on monday. :(

**no news is good news. in par with the previous statement, what had been covered in our orienation was definitely not just any news. after weeks of chn-ing, we'll be mountain hiking in alimodian, iloilo from 2pm-10pm. and who knows? such weekly trips may turn out into something fun. lagsanay sang aswang, for example. that would be totally kewl. ;) im getting all gibberish by just thinking about it. aien! this time mapuslan ta na spike shoes ta, dala lang ta luy-ah just in case. hahaha.

mystery of pusit

2009-06-05T23:21:00.000+08:00

everyone has an eerie experience to tell, those stories that continue to haunt us every night whilst lurking in our dreams. those shadows, those tentacles. yes, this is our tale, the mystery of pusit.

has anyone stumbled upon that mysterious old house in front of Jaro Public Market. yes, the one that's reaally old with tarnished wooden walls and tainted paint. slowly, we [mike, ca, aiz, wayne, jm && i] entered and was greeted by a very familiar shadow -- maam j. it was horrifying. no, not her, the pusit!! "i know something bad is going to happen!" those words still echo through my blaank mind until now. after all, peppy thai is such a bizarre name. i really dont know if it does stand for pepe and taytay (assuming that maam j is [pu]taytay). hahaha.

mikel: tagpila inyu pusit?
waiter: 3php per gram, sir.
mikel: ah, teh cge, makuwa kami 3 kabilog.

i didnt find the food lucrative nor delectable, for my taste that is. really, i dont like the food there. haha, and there's no next-time for me. swear. everyone was full and (warning: scary part ahead) our check/cheque came in. everything cost us P1,700, wherein the pusit was tabbed more or less 700php. huwaaaat?! 700php?! the waiter told us the pusits we ordered weighed about 250g. if you ask me, it didnt look 250g. too bad i didnt photograph the pusit. the photo would had proven my point. oh well, lesson learned. xD

buy me one please!

2009-06-04T22:29:00.000+08:00

thank goodness i have reasons to look forward to being in section a:
all the love triangles (wherein aien stars as one of the leading ladies haha), the english-spokening blogger, trushes, and and.. that's pretty much about it.

casio exilim ex-fh20 is HOTTTTT! santa, gift me one for christmas!*
xD

snooore

2009-06-02T21:38:00.000+08:00

i. am totally missing bsn i-d.
ii. looking forward to jm, ca, aien and new friends' company.
iii. please, enrollment, dont be a b*tch tomorrow.
iv. new do. ugggh, short short short herr.

..short post! anyone planning to watch drag me to hell and up?
just hit me. haha :D

desperate photographer

2009-05-29T20:59:00.000+08:00

im not angry anymore. haha. thank you, friend. xD
like i said before, i usually dont get mad thaat long.
anywho, i wanted to post this pictures ive taken in mum's garden a few days ago. but i was tamad. haha.

sour grapes

2009-05-22T10:12:00.000+08:00

Gahd, i dont know what the hell did i do this time to have my ass stumble upon karma's delight. that sounded awkward. hahaha.
first of all, i was 45 minutes late for our physics exam.
it was also stupid of me to 3-inches-nearly enter section a's classroom.
humiliating, but still, i was joyed to escape but another near-social-ignominy moment of entering their room while their lecture was going on. hahaha. plus, that guy wayne was talking about saw my running away haha.

despite everything, i was able to pass my paper in time. XD
but, no, someone gets to ruin my luck.
my solution to the last problem was wrong.
AND, to sum it all up, i missed 10 points in the essay since i was late, i wasnt able to see the corrections on the board. bitchy, bitchy day.

i was off to watch angels and demons after that,
but my dbp friends had a last minute decision to cancel everything.
after months of waiting, drix and i gave in to their final decision.
haha, that leaves me to wait for the pirated version then. :)

the curves

2009-05-21T10:07:00.000+08:00

our final exam in health assessment was okay.
i was ACTUALLY, for the first time, able to pass the paper first.
woohoo, great achievement. haha, but anywho, i still missed some points there. dammit. :((

we had about 2 and a half hours before logic exam.
good thing, drix and i went to jd. and spent the remaining time not studying.
hahaha. and yes, we got 1.0 in our final exam. thank you, rigel. :))

rush hour

2009-05-20T09:57:00.000+08:00

it was kind of prof m to move our physics exam to thursday.
well, that's it. short post. haha, still cramming.

diction and uhhhm

2009-05-19T09:50:00.000+08:00

oh, the horror. a whole day of nursing was really tiresome.
after being in the hospital after 4 hours (well, i mostly did nothing but eat at the canteen haha), we directly took our mini-compre. it was okay, compared to last time's.
then we had our last minute preparation.
and voila! welcome to BSN I-D presents T2: Tibia in Trouble [pssst. pssst.]
i wasnt able to finish my report since the clinical instructors "understand" why i couldnt interpret our VERY COMPLICATED clinical chemistry table. so yey me XD

bad bad

2009-05-18T00:09:00.000+08:00

im having problems with my nursing process.
and this one's really serious. haha. my jotdown notebook's blank. AS IN.
i dont know what to write actually.
well, this wont be part of my patient's chart so im gonna make things up.
hahaha, kidding (in my best sir g voice impression haha). preferably, i'll ask 'em again tomorrow about the things i forgot.

another problem is my physical assessment.
it was really really FAST. i finished everything within 20 minutes
except for the lower extremities. haha
criticizing my own performance, i have to grade myself with 2.5 or lower.
i suckk. atleast i have 3 more years (which is equivalent to a century of pain and torture) to correct this behavior.
haha, not that i care or anything, but i totally feel like a bad nurse.
bad and naughty nurse. hahaha :))

craam

2009-05-17T07:28:00.000+08:00

ive never crammed like this in my entire life.
case presentation: im finishing my entire report on diagnostic tests.
mini-compre: gaahd, do i even have time to read all those pages at a time like this?
nursing requirements: im not half through with my pediatric assessment.
physics: dammit. i guess i'll have to cram on this one some other time.
health asses: its definitely an ass. leaving this one out for today.
logic: yes, ive learned a VERY valuable lesson about minor subjects from sir sollano.

hahaha. plus, im going somewhere else later this afternoon for our case presentation.
for more information, just tweeeet me. XD

greeen

2009-05-15T19:41:00.001+08:00

haha. thats all i could say right now.
after having a blast with wayne, it didnt matter to me that i went to mission hospital
..wearing my clinical uniform. haha

other than that, i got in touch with my greener side.
hahaha. and, no, i wont repeat those things again.
unless ronron, drix and company were there. lol. xD

other good news:
i. deadline for the chn written reports were moved to monday
ii. thrilling to watch angels and demons tomorrow with bsn i-d
iii. oh, should i consider resectioning good news? haha, as long as jm, ca and aien's there.

OH WAIT.
Danny Gokey was out last night. :((
so its gonna be a crooner versus drag queen finale for this year's ai. haha

sorrow

2009-05-14T13:30:00.000+08:00

it was a sad, sad chn day :(
seriously, for 2 days we werent able to assess. blaah
at least ive got a 4-year-old neighbor as my pedia patient.
hahaha. before i proceed with my negotiations next door,
i want to express my sorrow. hahaha drama.
so yeah, im still finding the time and the guts to talk to my friend.
since, obviously, i miss friend already.
well, i dont know on friend's case if he/she misses me too. :))
[kagaga man ni man, gna neuter pa ang gender. hahaha]

anywho, there's a bunch (or is it throng?) of people whose names are not worthy mentioning here but yeah, im going to spill a few beans about them. XD

blind item #1:
sosyalera girl. im starting to feel the negative vibe of this certain person.
[i was about to say he/she again :)) when ive already typed the word 'girl']
haha. but she's not getting on my nerves.
but her feeling high class sosyalera high-heels wearing materialistic alter ego is bothering someone else. haha. oh well.

blind item #2:
competitive boy. actually i never noticed this person being competitive and all, but i do observe his bookishness at times. actually, ive mentioned him in my multiply blog before. haha. what i didnt know was he has a brand-conscious ego. its sooo ironic actually. upon hearing this chismis, the idea of his being brand-conscious never came into my mind. and, no, i wont talk about his fashion sense. hahaha, i'll let you decide instead.

well, that's it. xD
i still need to assess my neighbor. hahaha.

countdown

2009-05-12T18:57:00.000+08:00

no, not another post about logic.
lets skip that part. just a single word about it already makes me vomit.
well, its good that theyve moved our last clinical thing next monday.
so, woohoo! we wont last until friday in school. XD
the bad thing is we'll have our mini-comprehensive test and case presentation on the same day. blaah, whatever.
just a few days more, and im setting aside all school crap.
please, whoever you are, bring back my life.

oh yeah, i still need to fix "some things" before everything ends. :]

logic, again

2009-05-11T16:12:00.000+08:00

whew, thank god logic was over.
just before first period ended, sir a announced that we'll have a graded recitation after lunch break. and the coverage was waaay far from possible. reality check, who in the hell can memorize 4 damn pages of nonsense word per word? and yes, thats exactly my point.

it was good that i actually followed rea's advice for the first time: sleeping. XD
so yeah, i did sleep. plus, more than half of the class didnt bother to memorize even a word. second period arrived--surprise, surprise--rea was right. haha.

well, thats it. same old, same old. including chichi's kagagahan at digitizers. haha

pista

2009-05-09T15:49:00.001+08:00

second day for chn. blah, being not able to assess because of some fiesta, i wasted half of my day. oh, goodness, and im worrying if belita and i could finish both geria and pedia on the last day. we'll see. XD anywho, i thinked and am hoping that i scored our redem with maam g. woohoo, after that miserable rom redem, finally. gahd, i missed a lot in ai. short post :/

spooky

2009-05-08T15:49:00.000+08:00

did it actually open by itself? nah!
i really dont know if im hallucinating or im just too stressed out. we had part 2 of our redem today. well, they had, to be exact wherein belita and i played our parts as the nozy patients. skip skip skip, fast forward to the scary part. :))

belita finished fixing himself and went downstairs. while waiting for chin and carl to finish changing, i secured the lock of the handle of my chn bag and placed it on a chair near the stairs. i took the moment to breathe near the windows and when i returned back to the chair, the lock and the strappy handles of my bag were unlocked. there were only three of us in the third floor that time. [horror piano tone] was there someone else?

maybe that someone just wanted to borrow my alcohol. :)) whatever. ive got more serious things to attend to.

disaster

2009-05-07T00:26:00.000+08:00

while the rest of the world is bidding their au revoir to health assessment, we on the other hand will start tomorrow. and, im anticipating another disaster redem--well, since im just too darn lazy to watch the video. its 30 minutes past twelve actually, and im just starting to memorize the thorax thing. short post/ :(

divine syndrome

2009-05-05T17:16:00.000+08:00

while riding the jeepney going home,
i was oddly inspired to write a poem. :))
here it goes.

Oh, Divine, one such a lovely name!
Soundly ironic to one who's so insane!
Yet, note, beauty depends on one's beholder,
But yours fell in love with your bladder.
Divine, the name that feeds a million men's hunger,
Also, inflicts swine flu a few minutes later.
Fortunate am I to be among who survived,
Of course, an ordeal to serve the Queen of my tribe.
Your golden voice, a symphony of an orch',
More so alleviating than my tuning fork.
Every night, I strive to hear you sing,
Do so and you'll be struck by lightning.
Tender is your Belo skin of pearly white,
Oh wait, I was referring to your teeth so bright!
Let's just turn off the lights and play;
Divine, where are you? You've blend in to my dismay!
Your burgundy soft lips I want to seal,
Cross-stitch if I must to everyone's appeal.
Your round eyes that strike so fierce,
Through my skin, your sight had pierced.
Faux is your undying love for Harry Potter,
F.Y.I., Edward Cullen is a hundred times hotter!
I ask why you replaced me with Phil, JP, and Harty?
When, in fact, they too have worn many a panty.
Everything I wrote sounds silly, my maiden.
Don't worry, no sooner we'll elope away from our mental haven.

wahahaha. :))
i cant wait to send this to divine.

blue day

2009-05-04T16:21:00.001+08:00

anyone out there who has a twitter, follow me. :)

schools kinda crappy. seriously.
i went really early to school AGAIN, only to be dismayed that logic class had been postponed and will resume this afternoon. no one didnt even bother to text me. oh wait, that was stupid of me. i lost my phone plus my sim card. LOL. so yeah, i went home. i was going to finish the powerpoint presentation for physics class tomorrow since im half way there, but, obviously, i didnt. damn x-men. lol. people, check out marvel.com. boys gotta love them comic books!

back to the school thing, it was 1pm when i arrived. and, oh boy, i could see beyonce dancing to the tunes of deja vu. you get the picture. then, its off to the mall!

breaking up is hard to do

2009-05-02T22:52:00.000+08:00

copied from aien. XD
cozz i was bored. copypussy mode. wahaha

If someone says "Are you okay" you say?
Mean - Pink

How would you describe yourself?
Superwoman - Alicia Keys =))

What do you like in a girl?
Freedom - Akon

How do you feel today?
No Love - Simple Plan [soo true. huhuhu.]

What is your life's purpose?
Breakeven - The Script

What's your motto?
One Step At A Time - Jordin Sparks [wahaha]

What do your friends think of you?
Sunlight - Plain White T's

What do your parents think of you?
Where's Your Love - Craig David

What do you think about every often?
To Be With You - David A [cheezy much]

What is 2 + 2?
The Unavoidable Battle of Feeling on the Outside - FM Static [soo long lol]

What do you think of your bestfriend?
Amazing - Kanye West [eh?]

What is your life story?
Real Girl - Mutya Buena [wahaha. shett.]

What do you want to be when you grow up?
The Man Who Cant Be Moved - The Script

What do you think when you see the person you like?
Thats Not My Name - The Ting Tings

What will you dance to at your wedding?
Right Round - Flo Rida [waahahahahahahahaha :))]

What will they play at your funeral?
Sunday Mornings - Maroon 5

What is your hobby/interest?
Gives You Hell - The All-American Rejects >:)

What is your biggest fear?
Mad - Ne-yo

What is your biggest secret?
Look After You - The Fray

What do you want right now?
I Kissed A Girl - Katy Perry [and i likey it hahaha]

What do you think of your friends?
Uncontrollable - Adrienne Baillon

What will you post this as?
Breaking Up Is Hard To Do - The Carpenters

chitionary

2009-05-01T18:56:00.000+08:00

kevin: roner is a faggot!
*chichi looking puzzled*
chichi: ano na ang faggot?
martin: agi.

~after 2 minutes.
martin: ano ang maggot?
*pause*
chichi: lesbian!
*martin =))-ing*

the chitionary:

faggot (n.) - father goat
maggot (n.) - mother goat
caucasian (n.) - a stereotypical name given to a group of people surrounding "kokey" (latin caucey)
decaffeinated (v.) - "wala kapangapi"
physician (n.) - a student who loves physics
air-con (n.) - "mahangin na college of nursing", e.g. Because of the students' intolerance to the heat, the college installed an air-con.
protestant (n.) - a protesting individual
interracial (v.) - being within or in a process of racing
occasion (n.) - a festival celebrated in honor to "Ukay-Ukay"
bestseller (n.) - an entrepreneur who sells "bests"

..kagagahan ni chichi. XD

faggot + maggot

2009-04-30T22:47:00.000+08:00

mean girls: pinoy cheap version.
those are the words that spring out of my mind whenever i think of those 4 kanto girls.
erase, erase. let's make that "kanto girl".
well, considering that im "friends" with 2 of her minions,
im marking the other three as pending. so beware.
but dont worry, im not evoool. >:)
[deja vu-ing what i did to angelie]
the bad news is i get to see her face for the next three years.
the good news is her face will forever be distorted and fugly.
so, hakuna matata.

anywho, i dont stay mad that long.
[i dont wanna go to bed..mad at you! wahaha]
XD

updates:
i. today was a "chichi"ful day, plus neologisms and endless lol sessions. :)
ii. i just finished dowloading 9 albums. that makes it 1060 songs so far.
iii. aiz is hormonal. again. :(
iv. gahd, i still need to sms wayne. oh well.
v. not looking forward to resectioning (except jm, aien & zennia) :'(

well, that's it. im gonna post a preview of chichi's dictionary here tomorrow.
lol! XD

same, same

2009-04-29T19:18:00.000+08:00

its beeeen a long long time since i last blogged.
..again. i dont feel like blogging for the past weeks.
after all, school is not noteworthy to be talked about.
plus, no chika. well, except for aiz. :))

updates! updates! XD
i. im getting the hang of logic.
ii. i lost my phone. (aien, may storya ko cmu! lol)
iii. i need retainers, as in. :(
iv. we hate badoy-patoytoy. wahaha.
v. smile's 18th birthday was a blast.
vi. this week marks section d's first school-free friday and saturday.
vii. GB scandal slash blind item. :-ss
viii. chakto ni nga roman numeral?
ix. angels and demons is nearing! watch out for me and drix. wahaha.

well, that's it. XD
gotta go, i still need to look for the HA cd.
damn it.

illogical logic

2009-04-15T20:37:00.000+08:00

i effin hate someone right now. aizlynn was right after all.
:))

anyways, i hate logic class. i hate everything about it.
its not even half as close to being logical! plus, the teacher really makes no sense at all.
ha, has it even occurred to him why his "15-yrs-in-the-making" logic book was never published. and he made us use his draft copies as reference in the said course.
blaaaah, everything was mixed and the sentences are like "huh".

i still need to study. damn physics homework + maam c quiz.
short post. XD

goku & chichi forever

2009-04-14T16:27:00.000+08:00

today's spotlight award definitely, without a single doubt, goes to chichi! wahaha. from physics to logic class, he made me rofl all day long.

physics class:
*teacher talking about rules in counting significant and doubtful figures in addition/subtraction.
me: chichi, pila ang 10+1?
chichi: 10.
me: t ang 1+1 b?
chichi: 1 man gyapon eh!

logic class:
*teacher relating subject and predicate to extension and comprehension.
sir a: t diin mas daku? ang extension or ang comprehension?
chichi: extension(pause) ..kay ga extend.
:))

dragonball and whatever

2009-04-13T19:37:00.000+08:00

my blog has been idle for the past two weeks.
so, yeah. :))

first day of summer class is really a drag. seriously, im all used up. whatever. and no, its not because of effin logic class. [obviously after an hour of waiting] our teacher, whom I presume to be another secondhand teacher [please, please, not this time], didnt show up. i shouldve followed my nagging instinct that kept on bothering me early morning not to go to school. and as usual, aiz, ca and i went directly to sm and watched dragonball evolution. people, before i forget, dont watch it. the film is pretty pathetic, lame and stupid. let's reserve that story next time [lol]. so moving on..reason number 3 why my day sucked: chemistry. uuuuggh. after all the effort, nostalgia and nocturnal nights, my relationship with my beloved bettelheim eventually didnt work out. surprise, surprise *while looking bluntly at the bold ink that reads 1.5 on my class card*.

its definitely a good start for summer. O_O

ps: mike, thanks for the car plate-ish gift!! kewl. :D

young love

2009-04-05T11:07:00.000+08:00

mystery jets -- young love
the song kinda reminds me of way back into love.

soar or sore?

2009-04-02T21:20:00.000+08:00

twas sad seeing megan go. :'(
i hope we'll get to see more of you soon in the future.
(minus the cawing & wing-flapping, of course. lol.)

irish creme

2009-03-28T09:46:00.000+08:00

i have had supposed to post my anger issues the other day. but because of sleep deprivation and a week of nonstop trips to school, i decided to postpone it and forgive the bitch. lol.

you see, it was Wednesday morning when I arrived in school at a VERY early pace--one with no sight of my group members for our redem in IV infusion. it was strange. it was 5 minutes past 7 when our redem should have started 5 minutes ago; plus, my groupmates should have been here 30 minutes earlier than my usual arrival.

of course, i waited..and waited. it was more so over an hour already, and it gave me a nagging feeling that irish was the mastermind of my being early in school, waiting over an hour for nothing, and making me look like a dope in the third floor while others were busy redem-ing. and, yes, it was definitely her. the bitch should have thanked bea, if it werent for her, i could had waited another hour later and gone directly to the dbp house and choked her neck to death. i could have done that, of course. but, instead, i tried cooling down my temper with an oh so delightful coffee frappe, Irish Creme.

enough about that. yesterday was the last day im going back to school. not today, not tomorrow. thank God for giving me this two-day weekend. others may find it odd to see me so joyous over some two-day school-free weekend, but believe me, in west, we scarcely have this kind of miracle.

oh yeah, congratulations to JM! woohoo! we're so happy for you! :D

getting tired

2009-03-23T22:14:00.000+08:00

it was a very wearisome day. after a near half day demo on fluids and electrolytes, then going home, then returning back to school again (and spend another two and a half hours of filming our filipino project), i was certain that my soul itself cannot contain the post-stress combined with the overpowering heat and thus, traveled far far away--for the mean time that is. though i remain a lifeless entity, i still have the urge of doing what i do best, surfing the net!

as obvious as it may seem, ive posted an icon above of the not-so-popular online social networking site, myyearbook.com. well, like my friend lexy, im through with my addiction towards its fun-filled java applications and exciting photo battles. how did it all start? well, remember friendster's week-long site maintenance. by that time, most hw*siong people i know recommended of moving to myyearbook. at first i didnt like the whole myyearbook thing, with all the applications and other stuffs, of which obviously friendster lacks. but, after a few days, i got the hang of it. in fact, i loved it! then, by that time, aizlynn told me to try facebook and so i did. with its lack of personal customizing of the profiles (the thing i definitely loved about friendster) made me not to glance at that site again.

but, with the aid of a miracle, honestly speaking, im starting to like facebook--especially, pet society. lol. its definitely the major reason why i gave facebook another try. facebook is the new and better version of myyearbook. au revoir java, and hello adobe flash applications!

pet toy

2009-03-22T23:22:00.000+08:00

pet society: its pong (aienita's pet) and wayne (my pet)
how adorable. lol. aien, pabayu-ah imu pet ay, ga gwa iya..ilong! lol

the swedish mraz

2009-03-21T22:39:00.000+08:00

erik ljung of swedish idol singing his version of im yours
definitely, positively, a hundred and one percent breathtaking.

over? guess not

2009-03-20T00:14:00.000+08:00

finals are over. oh wait, we still have that comprehensive exam next week. lol.

here's a short recap of our finals:
Day 1--Anaphy and English
..anaphy was so damn wasted. seriously. no offense to our teacher. he's a really nice person, but he's a very bad educator. god, as expected, he copied the exercises in the tortora book. compared to the other sections' efforts, we (except for the unfortunate lol), on the other hand, studied the answer key. english was okay, but one test about the friggin violin made my head numb lasting all throughout the evening.

Day 2--No Class
..oh, doesn't everyone just wish for this exam-then-next-day-no-class-then-exam-again day to be permanent? i had the whole day to study biochem and filipino (did i just say, err, type filipino? lol). i text messaged our fil teacher the night before and asked to borrow some books since, of course, her house was just blocks away:

me: maam, pwede ko kahulam book sa filipino?
maam s: ara ko bwas sa house
me: sige, house mo man sa gran plains noh? (kunu abi, wala ko kabalo haha)
maam s: ngaa sa balay ko gid aw?

that was the stupid-est digital conversation i had in years. :))

Day 3--Filipino and Biochem
..filipino exam was shitty, to the highest level. though--take note--i did had photocopies of the books maam s lent me, none, i repeat, NONE, not even a single word of those drastic photocopies came out in the exam. about 90% of my answers were guesses. at least, i felt more thankful to biochem.

right after, my college buds and i sealed the day with a little food festivity at, of all places, greenwich, gaisano. then, something unfortunate happened and i wont tell.

epistaxis

2009-03-16T19:19:00.000+08:00

can this day get any worse? it started bad, it ended bad-er.
first off, biochem lab. our finals in biochem lab was sort of okay, at first. but when i turned the page, god, the last three items of the essay portion were killing me. they werent even in the lab manual! well, the last item was, but i havent laid an eye on it. what made the test worse was my nose bleed--literally. because of that dreaded fate, i answered everything throughout the test with my right hand, while the other hand was making sure that the ice wont fall off from my forehead.

then..the redem. maam L text messaged us that our redem will start at 1:30pm. by 2 o clock we were at room 300whatever waiting for her. another hour had passed. we began talking about ghost stories. then, by 4:15 she finally arrived! it was a complete waste of time! only four performed today. and, unfortunately, i was the last one. it was nearing the infamous 6 o clock when i finished my redem. by then, half of us went home already while we, who were bound to face something spooky, were in a hurry to leave nb's third floor. at least chin was there. it was so nice of him!

i arrived home at around 6:30. its 8:00. i still need to study for tomorrows final exams in anaphy and english. :((

patrick star

2009-03-16T12:59:00.000+08:00

Happy St. Patrick's Day! :)
-i really need all the luck for this week's finals. lol-