I should have written down my thoughts last week. I had so much dopamine running through my system, my head wanted to explode. Now that the internet is loading, and I have a free moment, I go blank. My head is failing me :s
Firstly, our office have just finished moving, which will explain my week-long absence from the internet (serious withdrawal symptoms :D). Prior to moving, we had to hunt down for boxes, which are now being sold rather than being given away. Yes, the indecency! Anyhow, I wanted to spend my last few days at the office downloading every single anime episode I wanted to watch, but I think it would not have looked too good to the bosses, me sitting on my behind while everybody was working. But then, after I began helping out, it gave out the idea that I was able to do manual labor (cheap at that, since all I asked for was fare money), thus, my final days were committed to lifting and packing boxes. My first week at our new place was also devoted to, surprise, surprise, lifting and UN-packing boxes :p
Still, not everyone can say that they cataloged all office books in just one day without an inventory list. I knew I should have taken library sciences.
Our new office is really homey. In fact, it's so homey, that at exactly 3:00 PM, I get really sleepy. And I get hungry on time. Luckily, my superiors also feed me on time. Oh yeah!
Now, we're quite settled in. The place looks habitable, we've got our PCs and internet connected, we have cubicles and offices, even a TV set :o And, the air conditioner was installed yesterday. I even have two tables, one on the ground floor, the other on the 2nd floor :D Accordingly, running up and down the stairs every so often is a sure-fire way to lose weight.
Post transfer, I did not get to do anything. As I've said, I was busy helping out with search and rescue operations for lost paperworks and hardwares. Another thing that I've been busy with is typing. Typing on the typewriter! We've got loads of legal stuff that we have to finish, so I'm helping out by doing lots of OT and fancy typewriting. Anyhow, I've got hand spasms right now, and one big, blister on my middle finger as proof of my hard work. Still, typewriting is addicting.
Now, if only typewriters can connect to the internet. Imagine the possibilities >:D
I haven't tinkered with Photoshop in a while, but I've got two pictures I want to share. I can't upload anything right now (damn this internet connection) so, here's a link and another link :/
Did and done.
Thursday, June 05, 2008
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
Monday, May 19, 2008
When household help collides
What a week. I got sick on purpose, spent a total of 3 nights away from home, took a week off from work for no apparent reason and stretched P200, my last money, for 2 weeks. And oh, our household help just mutinied on us, so now, I'm back doing dishes and feeding the doggies. Blah.
I've been doing a lot of soul searching after our household help decided to call it quits on us. Hmmm, were we on the wrong? After all, I never helped her in cleaning the house and the dishes, feeding the dogs, washing our clothes....oh wait. Right. That's what I paid her for. Okay, conscience clear. On the social level, I mingled very little with her. But then again, I'm a stingy mingler. I rarely mingle. With anyone.
Basically, she just didn't do her job well anymore, and when we pointed that out, she mutinied. As if. It pissed me off, that did. Imperiously declaring that she won't work anymore. Be gone then!
So now, I'm readjusting. Again. I have to prove to my mom that I can actually do my part in the household work. Or else, she'll tell everyone that she's all alone in this world, and that she's really tired and no one helps her, and I'll be guilty and depressed all over again.
On the other hand, there is still good in this unfortunate twist of events. It is now possible for me to start volunteering at the hospital and practice the craft that is nursing. My mom and I talked about it, and she thinks we can go for three months on her salary alone. And that this is a SIGN. Who am I to refuse such a sign? Seriously, though, I think it's an opportunity.
Only thing is, I'm scared of not being able to help with the expenses at home. For the last year, my earnings have covered all our needs (and a couple of wants), and I'm not too keen on the idea of not having my own money. I'm not too keen on depending entirely on my mom's salary, either. A part of me thinks that this arrangement won't work, and that I'll starve. And yet, I'm excited to start working at a hospital, to prove that I am not the dunderhead that I thought I was. I'm so full of contradictions, it's tragic.
Anyway, I have to thank Jilly for giving me the Ouran High School Host Club DVD. It's been keeping my mind off tedious thoughts :s
Forbidden brotherly love! Woot!
I've been doing a lot of soul searching after our household help decided to call it quits on us. Hmmm, were we on the wrong? After all, I never helped her in cleaning the house and the dishes, feeding the dogs, washing our clothes....oh wait. Right. That's what I paid her for. Okay, conscience clear. On the social level, I mingled very little with her. But then again, I'm a stingy mingler. I rarely mingle. With anyone.
Basically, she just didn't do her job well anymore, and when we pointed that out, she mutinied. As if. It pissed me off, that did. Imperiously declaring that she won't work anymore. Be gone then!
So now, I'm readjusting. Again. I have to prove to my mom that I can actually do my part in the household work. Or else, she'll tell everyone that she's all alone in this world, and that she's really tired and no one helps her, and I'll be guilty and depressed all over again.
On the other hand, there is still good in this unfortunate twist of events. It is now possible for me to start volunteering at the hospital and practice the craft that is nursing. My mom and I talked about it, and she thinks we can go for three months on her salary alone. And that this is a SIGN. Who am I to refuse such a sign? Seriously, though, I think it's an opportunity.
Only thing is, I'm scared of not being able to help with the expenses at home. For the last year, my earnings have covered all our needs (and a couple of wants), and I'm not too keen on the idea of not having my own money. I'm not too keen on depending entirely on my mom's salary, either. A part of me thinks that this arrangement won't work, and that I'll starve. And yet, I'm excited to start working at a hospital, to prove that I am not the dunderhead that I thought I was. I'm so full of contradictions, it's tragic.
Anyway, I have to thank Jilly for giving me the Ouran High School Host Club DVD. It's been keeping my mind off tedious thoughts :s
Forbidden brotherly love! Woot!
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
Photoshop...again
3 more Photoshop manipulations, featuring Rokujo of Nabari no Ou, Johann of Monster and 1 random/abstract picture, I guess.
^Vectored the image from the manga scan. Added a lot of splatter because I did not know what else to do with it :D
^I initially made this as a background, so it looks unfinished. I like it the way it is, but if I can find a good enough picture of Johann, I'll add it up. For now...this :3
^Abstract. Experimented with Ripples and Glows :/
Credits (for brushes and custom shapes):
Feathers
Sparklies
Splats
Japanese characters
Film
Stalks
^Vectored the image from the manga scan. Added a lot of splatter because I did not know what else to do with it :D
^I initially made this as a background, so it looks unfinished. I like it the way it is, but if I can find a good enough picture of Johann, I'll add it up. For now...this :3
^Abstract. Experimented with Ripples and Glows :/
Credits (for brushes and custom shapes):
Feathers
Sparklies
Splats
Japanese characters
Film
Stalks
Thursday, May 08, 2008
Monochrome Factor and FLCL wallpapers
I'm really not good with graphics and wallpapers. I don't use wallpapers for my desktop, come to think of it :D
As it is, the wallpapers that I made are really simple; I use lots of brushes and gradients to make my backgrounds, really nothing fancy. Images are usually vectored, but when I'm lazy, I just slap on a screenshot :s
Here's a wallie of Shirogane, from Monochrome Factor. I'm not a fan of the series (SHOUNEN-AI!!), but I just love Shirogane and his lip gloss. Shirogane=cosplay material.
FLCL wallpapers, featuring Mamimi and Haruko. I still have to clean up the Mamimi wallpaper, I'm just too lazy right now :s
Haruko, I finished just now. I really like this picture and I seriously wish I could create a background that could do Haruko justice ;p But for now, rainbows! Looks kind of groovy and funky, to match her bass guitar. I'm really happy how this one turned out.
As it is, the wallpapers that I made are really simple; I use lots of brushes and gradients to make my backgrounds, really nothing fancy. Images are usually vectored, but when I'm lazy, I just slap on a screenshot :s
Here's a wallie of Shirogane, from Monochrome Factor. I'm not a fan of the series (SHOUNEN-AI!!), but I just love Shirogane and his lip gloss. Shirogane=cosplay material.
FLCL wallpapers, featuring Mamimi and Haruko. I still have to clean up the Mamimi wallpaper, I'm just too lazy right now :s
Haruko, I finished just now. I really like this picture and I seriously wish I could create a background that could do Haruko justice ;p But for now, rainbows! Looks kind of groovy and funky, to match her bass guitar. I'm really happy how this one turned out.
Wednesday, May 07, 2008
Third degree
Agonizing:Having a really full bladder.
More agonizing:
Having a really full bladder while riding a jeepney on a bumpy road.
Most agonizing:
Having a really full bladder while riding a jeepney on a bumpy road while having hiccups.
Funny:
Being caught between the elevator doors.
Funnier:
Getting off on the wrong floor.
Funniest:
Forgetting to press the up/down button and waiting for the elevator door to open in front of dozens of people.
Doh :B
Commuting rights
I firmly believe that drunks and smokers should be banned from riding public transportations. BANNED!
I came in for work this morning smelling like cheap cigarettes, courtesy of a kindly gentleman who could not help smoking aboard the jeepney. In fact, he was retarded enough to smoke against the incoming wind, which pretty much blew all his carcinogenic cloud over my way. Thank you, sir, for cutting the lifespan of your fellow passengers by 20 years.
Too bad this man did not take RS with me. My teacher specifically said that passengers have a right to ask fellow passengers to not smoke. Those who intend to smoke inside a jeepney should ask for permission first before lighting a stick. It's called etiquette.
Smoking commuters, I can tolerate. Dead drunk commuters, now that is a different story. I mean, a big man on alcohol in the deep of the night is pretty scary, if you ask me.
On the occasions that I have shared a jeepney ride with a drunk passenger, none have been comfortable for it seemed they always chose the spot next to me to sit/sleep/shake off their alcoholic stupor. Ugh.
One man, who happened to sit beside me, was so drunk he kept sliding off his seat. I could even smell the beer (San Mig? Beer na Beer? Tuba?) circulating inside the cramped jeep. He was all elbows and backbone; they kept jutting my arm and my back. Take note: Elbows and backbones ARE VERY ANNOYING THINGS TO DEAL WITH INSIDE A JEEPNEY.
Anyway, alcohol had turned this man into a virtual human jellyfish. He flew this way and that at every acceleration and at the occasional push I gave him every time the jeepney screeched to a halt. Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
Of course, imbibing all the alcohol you can is not inherently bad. The bad thing about it is if you can't hold it down. It's a pitiful sight.
No passenger can own or hog a jeepney basically because it is a public vehicle. Commuters like me have the right to experience a safe and comfortable trip home. It means I have the right to fully sit down, enjoy minimal space to move and not talk to anyone. On that note, I think talking really loud inside a jeepney is very impolite. It's not even practical. You have to either repeat yourself or shout yourself hoarse to be heard and understood. Your spittle is not holy water, so please keep it to yourself.
Even if it is a public transport, commuters are entitled to have a wee bit of personal space to occupy and unfortunately, smokers, drunks and sometimes, the general populace, have no sense of boundary whatsoever, violating privacy and peace of mind.
If ever you want to smoke or get drunk in the future, make sure you have your own private transportation to drag you home. Because in all honesty, sharing a seat with a smoker and a drunk inside a jeepney is one appalling experience.
I came in for work this morning smelling like cheap cigarettes, courtesy of a kindly gentleman who could not help smoking aboard the jeepney. In fact, he was retarded enough to smoke against the incoming wind, which pretty much blew all his carcinogenic cloud over my way. Thank you, sir, for cutting the lifespan of your fellow passengers by 20 years.
Too bad this man did not take RS with me. My teacher specifically said that passengers have a right to ask fellow passengers to not smoke. Those who intend to smoke inside a jeepney should ask for permission first before lighting a stick. It's called etiquette.
Smoking commuters, I can tolerate. Dead drunk commuters, now that is a different story. I mean, a big man on alcohol in the deep of the night is pretty scary, if you ask me.
On the occasions that I have shared a jeepney ride with a drunk passenger, none have been comfortable for it seemed they always chose the spot next to me to sit/sleep/shake off their alcoholic stupor. Ugh.
One man, who happened to sit beside me, was so drunk he kept sliding off his seat. I could even smell the beer (San Mig? Beer na Beer? Tuba?) circulating inside the cramped jeep. He was all elbows and backbone; they kept jutting my arm and my back. Take note: Elbows and backbones ARE VERY ANNOYING THINGS TO DEAL WITH INSIDE A JEEPNEY.
Anyway, alcohol had turned this man into a virtual human jellyfish. He flew this way and that at every acceleration and at the occasional push I gave him every time the jeepney screeched to a halt. Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
Of course, imbibing all the alcohol you can is not inherently bad. The bad thing about it is if you can't hold it down. It's a pitiful sight.
No passenger can own or hog a jeepney basically because it is a public vehicle. Commuters like me have the right to experience a safe and comfortable trip home. It means I have the right to fully sit down, enjoy minimal space to move and not talk to anyone. On that note, I think talking really loud inside a jeepney is very impolite. It's not even practical. You have to either repeat yourself or shout yourself hoarse to be heard and understood. Your spittle is not holy water, so please keep it to yourself.
Even if it is a public transport, commuters are entitled to have a wee bit of personal space to occupy and unfortunately, smokers, drunks and sometimes, the general populace, have no sense of boundary whatsoever, violating privacy and peace of mind.
If ever you want to smoke or get drunk in the future, make sure you have your own private transportation to drag you home. Because in all honesty, sharing a seat with a smoker and a drunk inside a jeepney is one appalling experience.
Friday, April 25, 2008
WTF-ness
According to my friend, Ronnie:
"So erotic..."
"So erotic..."So what have we learned today? Vowels. Learn to use them or they will seriously make you shit bricks :B
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
Spring 2008: Itazura na Kiss, Bus Gamer, Chi's Sweet Home, Macross Frontier and Golgo 13
Itazura na Kiss
Booya! Finally, a romantic comedy that I can enjoy ;p Itazura na Kiss is basically your tried-and-tested romance comedy about two very different people - a dumdum sort of girl paired with a brooding, genius-y type of guy. They meet, they fight and poof!, they fall in love. Hum, my kind of show, one that doesn't go all philosophical on me :D
It's like Nodame Cantabille, though, not as good yet. Animation is, at times, bland and undefined, but for now, I'm enjoying the first 2 episodes. The strongest point of Itazura, so far, is its comedy, and I hope they won't go all melodramatic later on. For now, rollickin' fun!
Bus Gamer
One of the first series to come out for the Spring season, and frankly, I'm just disappointed. There's nothing in this show that's watch-worthy. I dunno, it just, sucks :/ The good thing, accordingly, is that it's only 3 episodes long (really, why even bother at all?). I'm 2 episodes in, and I officially won't venture with episode 3.
Hum, the guy reminds me of Sanjo of Gensoumaden Saiyuki fame ;/
Dropped :s
Chi's Sweet Home
This is too cute for it's own good. The show is actually, to correct my previous post, only 3 minutes long, and it works really well: a full-length episode of a cat trying to find its way home will be puh-retty boring. As hell. Seriously.
Anyway, this one's a winner. I can't see how Chi can go wrong ;3
*Cue: AAAAWWWWWW*
Macross Frontier
I have not, in all honesty, watched a single Macross episode in my entire life. Macross Frontier is a first for me, and thankfully, its a show that's basically geared for Macross noobs: you don't need a solid background on Macross to understand and enjoy this show.
I loved the CG battles in space set in time with great music. Reminds me of Vandread, another favorite of mine (if only it wasn't so harem-y ;p). I'd like to watch episode 2 right now, but I keep getting bad fansubs - it won't play nicely!
Golgo 13
It's supposed to be an adaptation of a classic, but I haven't got the faintest clue about it. Still, a dark, nitty-gritty story of assassins, guns and crimes. It got compared to James Bond a lot, so I expect its got some dark stories, spy themes and women.
I got the first episode, but I haven't finished it yet. The animation is not what I'm used to seeing in a Japanese anime: it's more of, I dunno, Western in style rather than anime.
So, Golgo. I dunno. Maybe.
Booya! Finally, a romantic comedy that I can enjoy ;p Itazura na Kiss is basically your tried-and-tested romance comedy about two very different people - a dumdum sort of girl paired with a brooding, genius-y type of guy. They meet, they fight and poof!, they fall in love. Hum, my kind of show, one that doesn't go all philosophical on me :DIt's like Nodame Cantabille, though, not as good yet. Animation is, at times, bland and undefined, but for now, I'm enjoying the first 2 episodes. The strongest point of Itazura, so far, is its comedy, and I hope they won't go all melodramatic later on. For now, rollickin' fun!
Bus Gamer
One of the first series to come out for the Spring season, and frankly, I'm just disappointed. There's nothing in this show that's watch-worthy. I dunno, it just, sucks :/ The good thing, accordingly, is that it's only 3 episodes long (really, why even bother at all?). I'm 2 episodes in, and I officially won't venture with episode 3.
Hum, the guy reminds me of Sanjo of Gensoumaden Saiyuki fame ;/
Dropped :s
Chi's Sweet Home
This is too cute for it's own good. The show is actually, to correct my previous post, only 3 minutes long, and it works really well: a full-length episode of a cat trying to find its way home will be puh-retty boring. As hell. Seriously.
Anyway, this one's a winner. I can't see how Chi can go wrong ;3
*Cue: AAAAWWWWWW*
Macross FrontierI have not, in all honesty, watched a single Macross episode in my entire life. Macross Frontier is a first for me, and thankfully, its a show that's basically geared for Macross noobs: you don't need a solid background on Macross to understand and enjoy this show.
I loved the CG battles in space set in time with great music. Reminds me of Vandread, another favorite of mine (if only it wasn't so harem-y ;p). I'd like to watch episode 2 right now, but I keep getting bad fansubs - it won't play nicely!
Golgo 13
It's supposed to be an adaptation of a classic, but I haven't got the faintest clue about it. Still, a dark, nitty-gritty story of assassins, guns and crimes. It got compared to James Bond a lot, so I expect its got some dark stories, spy themes and women.
I got the first episode, but I haven't finished it yet. The animation is not what I'm used to seeing in a Japanese anime: it's more of, I dunno, Western in style rather than anime.
So, Golgo. I dunno. Maybe.
Wednesday, April 09, 2008
Chi's Sweet Home
Aaaaw, so cute :3 Each episode is only 2 minutes long.
Sweetness.
AAAAAAWWWWWWWW.
Sweetness.
AAAAAAWWWWWWWW.(Screenshot. Suru :3)
Anyway, inspiration struck and I finished 2 forum sigs :3 Rahahaha, I really think I'm getting the hang of Photoshop now...Noob po-po-po-powah!
Tuesday, April 01, 2008
Bursts of dopamine
Done on notepad. Gotta love the f5 key on that one.
10:40 PM 3/31/2008
Seriously, I need a Sai plushie. Somebody give me a Sai plushie!!
I am a fangirl.
There, I said it. Yes, the only reason why I watch anime is because it has men of various degrees of hotness and smexiness *big, big grin*
You'd think that this fangirl phase would disappear with age. You grow older, more mature and you leave the rabidness behind, along with the remnants of your once angsty, adolescent self.
But I digress. I believe that the rabid fangirl-ism (or fanboy-ism, if it exists :D) simply hibernates along with the body's hormones until it can find the opportunity to rage again.
What this hibernation needs, is a precursor, a stimuli of pure dynamism and energy to effectively wake the fangirl out of stupor.
*ZOMG, SAAAAAAAAIIII!*
EDIT:
On another note, I noticed that the NarutoSasuke pairing is really popular, along with the slightly disturbing, incestuous pairing of SasukeItachi, and now, SaiSasuke is gaining popularity as well.
Ohmmmmmm O_o;
10:53 PM 3/31/2008
How to keep the cupboard full.
I do groceries now. Every 15th and 30th of the month, I drop by Yubenco to stock on house necessities. The first time I went grocery, I cried. Really cried. I find it really hard to part with hard-earned cash. What hurts more is when you see your week's supply of food disappear in a matter of days.
Anyhow, my grocery list is usually this:
2 packs of biscuits, one with filling, one plain
1 pack of Iced Tea (I went for 1L of C2 once. I finished the entire bottle in one sitting)
2 bars of detergent
1 pack of dishwashing liquid thingies
1 tube of toothpaste
8 sachets of shampoo
1 bottle of soy sauce
1 bottle of vinegar
I box of milk for mama
2 cans of tuna (for emergencies)
Other personal stuff
PERSONAL necessities
1 Piattos
1 Nova
2 Maggi Curry or 2 Pancit Canton
HOW WE SPEND 'EM
Except for the Iced Tea, chips, maggi curry and pancit canton (touch any of these, and there will be hell), everything else is fair game. And everything else is gone by the end of the week.
I dunno, but I'm always hungry at home. Must be the Divisoria air :D
11:06 PM 3/31/2008
MT Classes
Just lazy. I'm really behind my schedule for the Medical Transcription training. At least, that's what my instructor told me last night. I must be, if she managed to recognize me. I mean, I've never talked to her, as far as I can remember.
HER: (cephalocaudal stare) You're really behind. What voice file are you working on?
ME: Yeah. I'm doing Southiere.
HER: Nah, everyone else is with Sawnhey.
ME: Yeah, I know.
So, in order to finish in time and to avoid further embarrassment with the establishment, I shall now work like a maniac. I'll go in at both 8 am and 5 pm sessions to do 6 voice files a day.
Hopefully, I'll catch up with the rest of the pack by then. That is, if my brains won't fry from the radiation first.
11:16 PM 3/31/2008
Relaxation techniques
Mom told me off again for watching fansubs. She says reading subtitles while watching anime shows strains my eyes.
Mom tells me off for reading books. She says reading books strains my eyes.
She says I need to do something to relax my eyes and my mind.
I tell her that watching anime and reading does relax me.
She tells me that it doesn't.
Everybody is a critic.
10:40 PM 3/31/2008
Seriously, I need a Sai plushie. Somebody give me a Sai plushie!!
I am a fangirl.There, I said it. Yes, the only reason why I watch anime is because it has men of various degrees of hotness and smexiness *big, big grin*
You'd think that this fangirl phase would disappear with age. You grow older, more mature and you leave the rabidness behind, along with the remnants of your once angsty, adolescent self.
But I digress. I believe that the rabid fangirl-ism (or fanboy-ism, if it exists :D) simply hibernates along with the body's hormones until it can find the opportunity to rage again.
What this hibernation needs, is a precursor, a stimuli of pure dynamism and energy to effectively wake the fangirl out of stupor.
*ZOMG, SAAAAAAAAIIII!*
EDIT:
On another note, I noticed that the NarutoSasuke pairing is really popular, along with the slightly disturbing, incestuous pairing of SasukeItachi, and now, SaiSasuke is gaining popularity as well.
Ohmmmmmm O_o;
10:53 PM 3/31/2008
How to keep the cupboard full.
I do groceries now. Every 15th and 30th of the month, I drop by Yubenco to stock on house necessities. The first time I went grocery, I cried. Really cried. I find it really hard to part with hard-earned cash. What hurts more is when you see your week's supply of food disappear in a matter of days.
Anyhow, my grocery list is usually this:
2 packs of biscuits, one with filling, one plain
1 pack of Iced Tea (I went for 1L of C2 once. I finished the entire bottle in one sitting)
2 bars of detergent
1 pack of dishwashing liquid thingies
1 tube of toothpaste
8 sachets of shampoo
1 bottle of soy sauce
1 bottle of vinegar
I box of milk for mama
2 cans of tuna (for emergencies)
Other personal stuff
PERSONAL necessities
1 Piattos
1 Nova
2 Maggi Curry or 2 Pancit Canton
HOW WE SPEND 'EM
Except for the Iced Tea, chips, maggi curry and pancit canton (touch any of these, and there will be hell), everything else is fair game. And everything else is gone by the end of the week.
I dunno, but I'm always hungry at home. Must be the Divisoria air :D
11:06 PM 3/31/2008
MT Classes
Just lazy. I'm really behind my schedule for the Medical Transcription training. At least, that's what my instructor told me last night. I must be, if she managed to recognize me. I mean, I've never talked to her, as far as I can remember.
HER: (cephalocaudal stare) You're really behind. What voice file are you working on?
ME: Yeah. I'm doing Southiere.
HER: Nah, everyone else is with Sawnhey.
ME: Yeah, I know.
So, in order to finish in time and to avoid further embarrassment with the establishment, I shall now work like a maniac. I'll go in at both 8 am and 5 pm sessions to do 6 voice files a day.
Hopefully, I'll catch up with the rest of the pack by then. That is, if my brains won't fry from the radiation first.
11:16 PM 3/31/2008
Relaxation techniques
Mom told me off again for watching fansubs. She says reading subtitles while watching anime shows strains my eyes.
Mom tells me off for reading books. She says reading books strains my eyes.
She says I need to do something to relax my eyes and my mind.
I tell her that watching anime and reading does relax me.
She tells me that it doesn't.
Everybody is a critic.
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
OSY:1st Year Anniversary
It has been officially a year since I graduated from college. Oro! To think that I have been out of school for a year! A lot of things can happen in one year. It is also possible that absolutely nothing happens in a year, suru ;p
Nurse by profession, teacher by calling, tambay in preference, here's some stuff I learned during my 1st year as an out-of-school youth :D
I have learned that:
1. My goal in life was to graduate from college. Now that I've done that, I have no idea what to do next.
2. Everybody is an idiot during their first day at work.
3. Talking is still the most effective way of communication.
4. It's all about the effort of doing things satisfactorily. Expectations from people are not a burden: it's a positive driving force.
5. BitTorrent is a gift from heaven.
6. You learn a lot of shit from the Internet.
7. It's good to be young, better to be old.
8. I can learn new things. Math is not my limitation.
9. Security guards are a delivery girl's bestfriends.
10. Maggi curry: Breakfast, lunch and dinner.
Yar, charge it all to experience. Hah!
Nurse by profession, teacher by calling, tambay in preference, here's some stuff I learned during my 1st year as an out-of-school youth :D
I have learned that:
1. My goal in life was to graduate from college. Now that I've done that, I have no idea what to do next.
2. Everybody is an idiot during their first day at work.
3. Talking is still the most effective way of communication.
4. It's all about the effort of doing things satisfactorily. Expectations from people are not a burden: it's a positive driving force.
5. BitTorrent is a gift from heaven.
6. You learn a lot of shit from the Internet.
7. It's good to be young, better to be old.
8. I can learn new things. Math is not my limitation.
9. Security guards are a delivery girl's bestfriends.
10. Maggi curry: Breakfast, lunch and dinner.
Yar, charge it all to experience. Hah!
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
Thursday, March 06, 2008
When in doubt, follow the...
..rectal route :s This post is about my dog's first day at the vet clinic. Please remove that look from your face :D
I brought Shirou to the vet last week, a necessary move because of a combination of Shirou's lack of appetite and tendency to eat chicken poo.
We made it just before the clinic closed. Incidentally, veterinary clinics are way more strict than their human counterparts. They close at noon, no questions. They don't do PM sessions unless you have an appointment. Scary.
So, I had to fill up Shirou's medical record, which was a really weird experience, because I had no idea when Shirou's birthday was, or how old she was, or what breed she was :p I made up some stuff (even adding a "U" to the original Shiro, for the twang effect when pronounced), hoping that they were close enough to the truth, because if they were not, I might as well expect my dog to keel over and die.
We waited for our turn, seated beside this huge dog of God-knows-what-breed. Shirou was having a massive pre-coronary while waiting. Poor dog.
Anyway, our turn came and Shirou was placed on the table. Gums, check. Eyes, check. Tummy, ok. Weight, 2.48 kg. All done through observation and palpation.
Worm infestation and temperature? Shove a stick up my doggie's ass.
Poor Shirou did not know what hit her. She yelped, quite loudly, as a longish, wicked-looking probe went up her backside. The good doc pulled it out, complete with dog poo all over it, waved it around, waved it under my nose to show me those tiny critters living inside my dog's tummy. Right. Was it necessary to wave that thing under my nose? I've gone through a large quantity of shit myself during college days but that doesn't mean I adore it. Sheesh.
The thermometer was next, and Shirou seemed to expect it. She sat down, with her legs splayed (how uncomfortable is that) while we waited for the results. Done! She can get her vaccine! Pop one pill in her mouth, inject something through her skin and done! She's good to go. And, oh. She can't take a bath for a week and she can't eat any seafoods.
Even fish? I asked.
Yes. Your dog needs meat. No fish.
Human owner can eat fish. Tiny doggie who loves chicken poo can only eat meat.
..wtf..?
I brought Shirou to the vet last week, a necessary move because of a combination of Shirou's lack of appetite and tendency to eat chicken poo.
We made it just before the clinic closed. Incidentally, veterinary clinics are way more strict than their human counterparts. They close at noon, no questions. They don't do PM sessions unless you have an appointment. Scary.
So, I had to fill up Shirou's medical record, which was a really weird experience, because I had no idea when Shirou's birthday was, or how old she was, or what breed she was :p I made up some stuff (even adding a "U" to the original Shiro, for the twang effect when pronounced), hoping that they were close enough to the truth, because if they were not, I might as well expect my dog to keel over and die.
We waited for our turn, seated beside this huge dog of God-knows-what-breed. Shirou was having a massive pre-coronary while waiting. Poor dog.
Anyway, our turn came and Shirou was placed on the table. Gums, check. Eyes, check. Tummy, ok. Weight, 2.48 kg. All done through observation and palpation.
Worm infestation and temperature? Shove a stick up my doggie's ass.
Poor Shirou did not know what hit her. She yelped, quite loudly, as a longish, wicked-looking probe went up her backside. The good doc pulled it out, complete with dog poo all over it, waved it around, waved it under my nose to show me those tiny critters living inside my dog's tummy. Right. Was it necessary to wave that thing under my nose? I've gone through a large quantity of shit myself during college days but that doesn't mean I adore it. Sheesh.
The thermometer was next, and Shirou seemed to expect it. She sat down, with her legs splayed (how uncomfortable is that) while we waited for the results. Done! She can get her vaccine! Pop one pill in her mouth, inject something through her skin and done! She's good to go. And, oh. She can't take a bath for a week and she can't eat any seafoods.
Even fish? I asked.
Yes. Your dog needs meat. No fish.
Human owner can eat fish. Tiny doggie who loves chicken poo can only eat meat.
..wtf..?
Monday, March 03, 2008
Did a MeMe
Took it from Marc, who took it from Tracie, who took it from her friend here in Multiply :D
Friends, do one for your blog and pass it around. hehe (took this from a friend of a friend here on Multiply)
-Prologue-
1. Who took your profile picture?
Yours truly.
2. Exactly what are you wearing right now?
Dakak shirt, pants, slippers.
3. What is your current problem?
Collecting remittances from those who took tickets from us. And getting back in to normal, office routine after two hectic weeks.
4. What makes you most happy?
Being alone in a room, watching my favorite shows.
5. What's the name of the song that you're listening to?
Won't go home without you by Maroon 5
_______________________________________________________
Chapter 1:
1. Nickname?
Jas, Jaja (for college buddies), Alex (for creative people who like my second name)
2. Eye color?
Somewhere between Brown and Black
3. Hair color?
Black
4.Height?
5 feet and nothing more.
___________________________________________________
Chapter 2:
1. Do you live with your parent(s)?
Yes
2. Do you get along with your parent(s)?
Yes. Or else Mom will kick me out :D j/k
3. Are your parents chill?
Yes, my mom is cool.
4. Do you have any Siblings?
Yep. One older brother whom I adore and hate at regular intervals.
__________________________________________________________
Chapter 3:
FAVORITE:
1. Ice Cream?
Anything as long as it's Mocha.
2. Season?
Rainy??
3. Book?
Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell. I love it to the point of being redundant.
4. Band?
Not a music lover but will go for The Pillows, Parokya ni Edgar and Maroon 5.
5. Food?
Pancit Canton, sweet and spicy.
6. Drink(s) (non alcoholic)?
Iced Tea, especially C2!!
9. Pen color?
Really DARK blue and black.
10. Store?
Any will do, as long as they sell anime and books.
11. Person?
Me :D
___________________________________________________________
Chapter 4:
DO YOU
1.Write on your hand?
All the time. I'm saving the environment with it.
2. Call people back?
Only when it's office related.
3. Believe in love?
No. I guess not. I'm bitter. :D
4. Sleep on a certain side of the bed?
I face the wall when I sleep. Don't like to see ghosts and stuff.
________________________________________________
Chapter 5: HAVE YOU?
1. Kissed Someone in the past 24 hours?
I haven't kissed anyone, aside from myself, my mom and my cousin, in 21 years.
2. If so...where?
:D
3. Had PHYSICAL therapy?
Nope.
4. Gotten surgery?
Nope.
5. Taken painkillers.
Once. Dysmenorrhea, see. It's a killer.
6. Overdosed on pain killers?
Nope.
7. Been stung by a bee?
Nope.
8. Threw up in a doctors office:
Nope. I'm used to doctors. My dad is a doctor.
__________________________________________________________
Chapter 6:
Who/what was the last:
1.Person you hugged?
My pet Shirou.
2. Person to text you?
Globe Unlitext Advisory, reminding me that the prize for this month was a laptop thingy.
3. Thing you touched?
Piano.
5. Thing you said?
Lord, I don't wanna go to the office.
7. Thing you cried over?
Kid Nation. I am so lame, I know.
8. Person you talked to on the phone?
The manager at Mang Inasal.
9. Place you went?
My lovely home.
11. Last book you read?
Cider House Rules by James or John Irving, I forgot.
12. Last time you cleaned your room?
Never.
Friends, do one for your blog and pass it around. hehe (took this from a friend of a friend here on Multiply)
-Prologue-
1. Who took your profile picture?
Yours truly.
2. Exactly what are you wearing right now?
Dakak shirt, pants, slippers.
3. What is your current problem?
Collecting remittances from those who took tickets from us. And getting back in to normal, office routine after two hectic weeks.
4. What makes you most happy?
Being alone in a room, watching my favorite shows.
5. What's the name of the song that you're listening to?
Won't go home without you by Maroon 5
_______________________________________________________
Chapter 1:
1. Nickname?
Jas, Jaja (for college buddies), Alex (for creative people who like my second name)
2. Eye color?
Somewhere between Brown and Black
3. Hair color?
Black
4.Height?
5 feet and nothing more.
___________________________________________________
Chapter 2:
1. Do you live with your parent(s)?
Yes
2. Do you get along with your parent(s)?
Yes. Or else Mom will kick me out :D j/k
3. Are your parents chill?
Yes, my mom is cool.
4. Do you have any Siblings?
Yep. One older brother whom I adore and hate at regular intervals.
__________________________________________________________
Chapter 3:
FAVORITE:
1. Ice Cream?
Anything as long as it's Mocha.
2. Season?
Rainy??
3. Book?
Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell. I love it to the point of being redundant.
4. Band?
Not a music lover but will go for The Pillows, Parokya ni Edgar and Maroon 5.
5. Food?
Pancit Canton, sweet and spicy.
6. Drink(s) (non alcoholic)?
Iced Tea, especially C2!!
9. Pen color?
Really DARK blue and black.
10. Store?
Any will do, as long as they sell anime and books.
11. Person?
Me :D
___________________________________________________________
Chapter 4:
DO YOU
1.Write on your hand?
All the time. I'm saving the environment with it.
2. Call people back?
Only when it's office related.
3. Believe in love?
No. I guess not. I'm bitter. :D
4. Sleep on a certain side of the bed?
I face the wall when I sleep. Don't like to see ghosts and stuff.
________________________________________________
Chapter 5: HAVE YOU?
1. Kissed Someone in the past 24 hours?
I haven't kissed anyone, aside from myself, my mom and my cousin, in 21 years.
2. If so...where?
:D
3. Had PHYSICAL therapy?
Nope.
4. Gotten surgery?
Nope.
5. Taken painkillers.
Once. Dysmenorrhea, see. It's a killer.
6. Overdosed on pain killers?
Nope.
7. Been stung by a bee?
Nope.
8. Threw up in a doctors office:
Nope. I'm used to doctors. My dad is a doctor.
__________________________________________________________
Chapter 6:
Who/what was the last:
1.Person you hugged?
My pet Shirou.
2. Person to text you?
Globe Unlitext Advisory, reminding me that the prize for this month was a laptop thingy.
3. Thing you touched?
Piano.
5. Thing you said?
Lord, I don't wanna go to the office.
7. Thing you cried over?
Kid Nation. I am so lame, I know.
8. Person you talked to on the phone?
The manager at Mang Inasal.
9. Place you went?
My lovely home.
11. Last book you read?
Cider House Rules by James or John Irving, I forgot.
12. Last time you cleaned your room?
Never.
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
Hip Hoperoo!
Plugging: 2nd HipHop Dance Competition on Feb29, 1PM at the City Coliseum. Tickets are now available at the office of Hon. Kim Elago. General Admission: P20. Colored seats: P100 (I think) with Sun SIM Pack included.
Please do come, suru.
*Off for the week*
Please do come, suru.
*Off for the week*
Friday, February 15, 2008
Pissed :s
I just got reprimanded/scolded/insulted in the office. I'm kind of seething inside as I type this. Part of me wants to go home, the other part wants to put my foot through the computer monitor.
*breaks off for a while, as the object of my wrath passes by*
It all started with the projector. They wanted to use; I hunted it down, since nobody seems to remember where it was. A few minutes later, Ma'am called me to the conference room, because the projector wasn't connecting to the computer. Cue in the ominous and dreadful feeling.
True enough, the projector was indeed not connecting. I started thinking of the possible things that we could do to rectify the problem WHEN she started yakking. Wasn't it me who last used the projector? Didn't we keep it for the last two months? How come the projector always conks out after we use it? Do you do that on purpose? Does Task Force Siembrada still exist?
Let posterity note that I made an effort, albeit a tiny one, to defend myself. I just couldn't get it in since Ma'am won't take breaths in between sentences. I took the liberty, actually, of spacing her comments into individual sentences.
The thing that hurt me most was her last 2 comments. I mean, why on earth would I purposely destroy an expensive equipment? What an utterly demeaning and fucked up question. What an effing retard.
And does Task Force Siembrada still exist? Why the hell am I still employed here? True, I spend the whole day on the internet. But not because I have nothing to do, but because I'm done with all the shit they assign me to do.
I'm tired of people commenting on how I do nothing at work. Did they see me work during October, November and December? Do they know how many letters I wrote, delivered, followed-up over the last 5 months? How many phone calls I made? How many people I negotiated with? How many hours I spent under the sun delivering stuff and looking like a complete arse at the same time? How many memos I transcribed, printed and re-drafted?
And how she yaks! Meh, before I complain, I try to do everything possible before I give up and start cursing. Turns out all they needed to do was switch the plugs.
Yes, I'm just a lowly secretary. My job would not compare to the burdens of her job :s But I do my job. Period.
Gotta go. Will continue ranting next Monday.
*breaks off for a while, as the object of my wrath passes by*
It all started with the projector. They wanted to use; I hunted it down, since nobody seems to remember where it was. A few minutes later, Ma'am
True enough, the projector was indeed not connecting. I started thinking of the possible things that we could do to rectify the problem WHEN she started yakking. Wasn't it me who last used the projector? Didn't we keep it for the last two months? How come the projector always conks out after we use it? Do you do that on purpose? Does Task Force Siembrada still exist?
Let posterity note that I made an effort, albeit a tiny one, to defend myself. I just couldn't get it in since Ma'am
The thing that hurt me most was her last 2 comments. I mean, why on earth would I purposely destroy an expensive equipment? What an utterly demeaning and fucked up question. What an effing retard.
And does Task Force Siembrada still exist? Why the hell am I still employed here? True, I spend the whole day on the internet. But not because I have nothing to do, but because I'm done with all the shit they assign me to do.
I'm tired of people commenting on how I do nothing at work. Did they see me work during October, November and December? Do they know how many letters I wrote, delivered, followed-up over the last 5 months? How many phone calls I made? How many people I negotiated with? How many hours I spent under the sun delivering stuff and looking like a complete arse at the same time? How many memos I transcribed, printed and re-drafted?
And how she yaks! Meh, before I complain, I try to do everything possible before I give up and start cursing. Turns out all they needed to do was switch the plugs.
Yes, I'm just a lowly secretary. My job would not compare to the burdens of her job :s But I do my job. Period.
Gotta go. Will continue ranting next Monday.
Monday, February 11, 2008
Monday, February 04, 2008
Licensed!
I can't believe it! Just when things get really interesting, True Tears and Shigofumi gets licensed by Bandai :'( And they were my top two animu for my 2008 watch list. Boo! Boo!
The blurb (for those who care) from ANN.
It's going to be hard to follow it now, with its licensed status, basically because all fansub groups are going to drop these two from their projects. I mean, it's a good thing - more income for the anime industry - but it won't be good for some fans, like myself. Bandai won't be distributing it in the Philippines!!!
Oh, hellfire.
The blurb (for those who care) from ANN.
It's going to be hard to follow it now, with its licensed status, basically because all fansub groups are going to drop these two from their projects. I mean, it's a good thing - more income for the anime industry - but it won't be good for some fans, like myself. Bandai won't be distributing it in the Philippines!!!
Oh, hellfire.
Monday, January 28, 2008
Top 5
Finally, my very own top 5! Anyway, this list is a compilation of 5 of my most favorite scenes in an anime series. Why scenes, and not characters? As the old adage goes, a picture paints a thousand words; likewise, a particular scene can catapult a series to iconic fame. A character presents only one side of the story; a scene encompasses everything: the mood, the interaction and dynamics, and, at some point, the story itself.
I only have 5 scenes, mainly because I have only seen a modest number of anime series. At present, I would peg the number of anime series I have watched at around 15. And not all of them are good.
A lot of hardwork went in to this post, from the initial tally to the screenshots themselves. Before I go to my list, a few credits (and links) to where credit is due:
Jev, for the idea of the top 5
Janice, Cyril, Jilly and Jo, the first two for introducing me to anime, and latter two for kindly lending me their own anime goodies
AND
Autumn Rain Screenshots Archive, basically the source of all my pictures here.
RIGHT-O!
My TOP 5 BEST ANIME SCENES!
#5 Ayumi's Confession
Anime: Honey and Clover
Episode: ??
I'm a sucker for romantic animus. Honey and Clover has large quantities of sweet, pastel-colored romance, especially the tension between Mayama and Ayumi. While the pontifications of both Ayumi and Mayama are a bit exhausting, their interactions and growth, however, are excellent. Definitely one of the better anime under the slice of life genre.
The scene above is my favorite Honey and Clover scene: Ayumi gets drunk, and Mayama carries her home (Piggyback!! The most romantic ride of all!!). On the way, Mayama talks about how he cares for Ayumi, in that special friendly way. Ayumi then starts crying and mumbles, "Mayama, I love you" over and over again, to which Mayama simply replies with a monosyllabic "Yeah."
I love this scene to pieces. It's poignant, bittersweet and romantic at the same time. The music, sparse conversation and the animation captures all of the aforementioned three perfectly.
#4 "I was born to smother you with flowers.."
I only have 5 scenes, mainly because I have only seen a modest number of anime series. At present, I would peg the number of anime series I have watched at around 15. And not all of them are good.
A lot of hardwork went in to this post, from the initial tally to the screenshots themselves. Before I go to my list, a few credits (and links) to where credit is due:
Jev, for the idea of the top 5
Janice, Cyril, Jilly and Jo, the first two for introducing me to anime, and latter two for kindly lending me their own anime goodies
AND
Autumn Rain Screenshots Archive, basically the source of all my pictures here.
RIGHT-O!
My TOP 5 BEST ANIME SCENES!
#5 Ayumi's Confession
Episode: ??
I'm a sucker for romantic animus. Honey and Clover has large quantities of sweet, pastel-colored romance, especially the tension between Mayama and Ayumi. While the pontifications of both Ayumi and Mayama are a bit exhausting, their interactions and growth, however, are excellent. Definitely one of the better anime under the slice of life genre.
The scene above is my favorite Honey and Clover scene: Ayumi gets drunk, and Mayama carries her home (Piggyback!! The most romantic ride of all!!). On the way, Mayama talks about how he cares for Ayumi, in that special friendly way. Ayumi then starts crying and mumbles, "Mayama, I love you" over and over again, to which Mayama simply replies with a monosyllabic "Yeah."
I love this scene to pieces. It's poignant, bittersweet and romantic at the same time. The music, sparse conversation and the animation captures all of the aforementioned three perfectly.
#4 "I was born to smother you with flowers.."
Anime: Monster
Episode: 6
Okay, that's a screenshot of an email inbox. Pretty plain at first sight, but when Nina reads the email from the unknown sender, swoon! Yes, you guessed it..."I was born to smother you with flowers.." How poetic is that??
Anyway, the email turns out to be from Nina's twin brother, Johann, bad-ass psycho killer, who returned to take his little sister away.
Monster is a great show, even if it's highly underrated. Great story, well-developed characters...a psychological series any mystery and horror buff will enjoy.
If someone said those lines to me, I'd really lose it. Seriously.
#3 Departure
Ah, the scene/picture that made me take a second look at Cowboy Bebop. That's Julia and Spike in bed, and it made me realize, "Whoa! Spike is a man!". And that's all that matters!
Spike's manliness aside, Cowboy Bebop is perhaps one of the most famous anime series ever. And for good reason. This series has got everything, with hardly a flaw in it. The music, the animation..just perfect. I highly recommend this one, if not for the picture above then for this:
The runner up for my favorite Cowboy Bebop scenes. This is Spike, after his duel with Vicious. Before falling down, he simply ends it all with one word: "Bang."
And finally, the number 1 scene...
#1 Hybrid Rainbow
Episode: 6
Okay, that's a screenshot of an email inbox. Pretty plain at first sight, but when Nina reads the email from the unknown sender, swoon! Yes, you guessed it..."I was born to smother you with flowers.." How poetic is that??
Anyway, the email turns out to be from Nina's twin brother, Johann, bad-ass psycho killer, who returned to take his little sister away.
Monster is a great show, even if it's highly underrated. Great story, well-developed characters...a psychological series any mystery and horror buff will enjoy.
If someone said those lines to me, I'd really lose it. Seriously.
#3 Departure
Anime: Full Metal Alchemist
Episode: 25
I love Maes Hughes. He's the ultimate Kodak guy: loves his little girl, loves his wife, carries lots of pictures of his family, blackmails people into buying giant teddies for his daughter..the quintessential father and husband.
So when Hughes dies, I was naturally devastated. This scene, together with beautiful music, has him waving at Edward at the train station. Unknown to Ed, Hughes was already dead at that time, after discovering vital information about the Philosopher's stone. This picture became my wallpaper for weeks. It speaks of so many emotions: sorrow, pain, joy. Oh, Hughes-sama, I do miss you!
I'm partial to Hughes, but even if I weren't, this scene would still be the best scene in FMA!
#2 Spike and Julia
Episode: 25
I love Maes Hughes. He's the ultimate Kodak guy: loves his little girl, loves his wife, carries lots of pictures of his family, blackmails people into buying giant teddies for his daughter..the quintessential father and husband.
So when Hughes dies, I was naturally devastated. This scene, together with beautiful music, has him waving at Edward at the train station. Unknown to Ed, Hughes was already dead at that time, after discovering vital information about the Philosopher's stone. This picture became my wallpaper for weeks. It speaks of so many emotions: sorrow, pain, joy. Oh, Hughes-sama, I do miss you!
I'm partial to Hughes, but even if I weren't, this scene would still be the best scene in FMA!
#2 Spike and Julia
Anime: Cowboy Bebop
Episode: 26
Episode: 26
Ah, the scene/picture that made me take a second look at Cowboy Bebop. That's Julia and Spike in bed, and it made me realize, "Whoa! Spike is a man!". And that's all that matters!
Spike's manliness aside, Cowboy Bebop is perhaps one of the most famous anime series ever. And for good reason. This series has got everything, with hardly a flaw in it. The music, the animation..just perfect. I highly recommend this one, if not for the picture above then for this:
And finally, the number 1 scene...
#1 Hybrid Rainbow
Anime: FLCL/Fooly Cooly
Episode: 6
Episode: 6
My most favorite scene in the whole, effing world! Naota with his guitar, gazing up to the skies, atop a rubble. I can't even begin to describe what I see in this picture: pride, youth, potential, ambitions...ah, I can go on forever.
Another thing: this scene is played out with the background music of 'Hybrid Rainbow', courtesy of the Pillows, making this one of the most iconic scenes I have ever seen. I mean, you don't need words to end this 6-part OVA; the picture tells it all.
Another thing: this scene is played out with the background music of 'Hybrid Rainbow', courtesy of the Pillows, making this one of the most iconic scenes I have ever seen. I mean, you don't need words to end this 6-part OVA; the picture tells it all.
"Can you feel, can you feel that hybrid rainbow..."
Friday, January 25, 2008
Scribble. Save. Junk. Recycle!
Yar. I suddenly got this zen to arrange my blog. Switch on, log on and whoa! 4 pending drafts!! I've been lazy. Tsk, tsk, tsk.
Anyway, since I've got nothing to update, Ima cheat and condense all 4 drafts into one, shiny, fluffy and spanking-new entry. Woot!
First entry: A rant against neighbors coming over at my place to get their BPs taken...at 8 in the morning! That's literally dawn!! Everytime this happens, I have to wake up, groggily take blood pressures, listen to the litany of excuses my clients (?!) make up for NOT taking their medicine, dispensing health lessons (yikes!), yada, yada.
I try my hardest to explain that: 1. Anemia is not related to BP, 2. Sometimes, all you need to do is lie down and rest to get rid of the woozy, dizzy feeling, 3. Yes, your BP will shoot up if you miss your maintenance meds, 4. No, you shouldn't alter your medical regime to fit your needs/whims; your doctor does that for you and 5. Can you please drop by at a later time next time, say, 9:30 am, to have your BP taken, where, by that time, I will be wide awake and more than happy to serve humanity.
Second and third entries: Half-hearted attempt to document my anime viewing watchlist and habits, starting with Zoku Sayonara Zetsubou Sensei, True Tears and Shigofumi.
I. am. watching. ^^^. And I am loving them to death.
Yeah, and here I am, supposedly literate.
Fourth entry: My most recent, ehm, office rant, was about the lovely office printer and the people who exploit it.
I bought a new ink toner, installed it and became everyone's output slave. Literally, everyone in the office wanted me to print this, print that, 2 copies please, when, in reality, they all had their own office printers waiting for some action. I just think it's unfair to leech off my department's resources; I mean, they don't offer me the use of their printers when I run out of ink, that's for sure.
To make sure that the printer ink lasts long, I toggled the printer settings to EconoMode. Fwe, bland printouts all the time, unless I'm in the office to personally handle the matter. Fooooo!
Anyhow, yesterday, I invited JC to check out my blog over at blogspot. I felt weird when he said he didn't get it, which then made me think about the merits of blogging. Should I really do it? What for, anyway, when no one reads it? Now I'm being overly emo. So what if no one reads my, uhm, crap?? Doing my blog makes me look like I'm working at the office, and I actually like it, even if I don't make sense half the time :o
Who knows, I may just post something useful. Eventually.
Right-o. Meh thinks I'd stop cross-posting from now on. Or not.
Later, later, later.
Anyway, since I've got nothing to update, Ima cheat and condense all 4 drafts into one, shiny, fluffy and spanking-new entry. Woot!
First entry: A rant against neighbors coming over at my place to get their BPs taken...at 8 in the morning! That's literally dawn!! Everytime this happens, I have to wake up, groggily take blood pressures, listen to the litany of excuses my clients (?!) make up for NOT taking their medicine, dispensing health lessons (yikes!), yada, yada.
I try my hardest to explain that: 1. Anemia is not related to BP, 2. Sometimes, all you need to do is lie down and rest to get rid of the woozy, dizzy feeling, 3. Yes, your BP will shoot up if you miss your maintenance meds, 4. No, you shouldn't alter your medical regime to fit your needs/whims; your doctor does that for you and 5. Can you please drop by at a later time next time, say, 9:30 am, to have your BP taken, where, by that time, I will be wide awake and more than happy to serve humanity.
Second and third entries: Half-hearted attempt to document my anime viewing watchlist and habits, starting with Zoku Sayonara Zetsubou Sensei, True Tears and Shigofumi.
I. am. watching. ^^^. And I am loving them to death.
Yeah, and here I am, supposedly literate.
Fourth entry: My most recent, ehm, office rant, was about the lovely office printer and the people who exploit it.
I bought a new ink toner, installed it and became everyone's output slave. Literally, everyone in the office wanted me to print this, print that, 2 copies please, when, in reality, they all had their own office printers waiting for some action. I just think it's unfair to leech off my department's resources; I mean, they don't offer me the use of their printers when I run out of ink, that's for sure.
To make sure that the printer ink lasts long, I toggled the printer settings to EconoMode. Fwe, bland printouts all the time, unless I'm in the office to personally handle the matter. Fooooo!
Anyhow, yesterday, I invited JC to check out my blog over at blogspot. I felt weird when he said he didn't get it, which then made me think about the merits of blogging. Should I really do it? What for, anyway, when no one reads it? Now I'm being overly emo. So what if no one reads my, uhm, crap?? Doing my blog makes me look like I'm working at the office, and I actually like it, even if I don't make sense half the time :o
Who knows, I may just post something useful. Eventually.
Right-o. Meh thinks I'd stop cross-posting from now on. Or not.
Later, later, later.
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
Animated Gifs by ME!
Random SZS images thrown in together to make my first gif animated image. Whee!
It's a pretty simple image, not that creative. You have to click on the photo to see it move.
*Off to practice some more on the animator program*
EDIT:
And, immediately after the first comes my second try, this time, featuring Toph the Earthbender. Again, clicky on the image to see the animation.
:o
Thursday, January 17, 2008
Updates!
Another office update (it's all going to be office updates from here on, seeing as nothing exciting ever happens to me anyways), so here, here!
First of all, added a notch on my achievement list, after I scored a coup with the closing of another sponsorship deal! Nothing major, nothing REALLY big, but I did secure some sponsorship money to cover a few expenses here and there. I feel, like, really good about it. No, good is underrated; I'm euphoric! Seriously, after months of calls and follow-ups, getting that approval is a fantastic feeling XD High five for the NOOBIE, jiggedy jig!!
This month, I've got LOTS to do. It can't be helped, since I'm reporting to three bosses these days. One, I've got to compile a portfolio of sorts for the Task Force Siembrada, then I've got to arrange a PowerPoint presentation to go along with it (People at the office seem to think I'm a computer whiz or something :3).
Then there's the Hip Hop Dance Competition coming in. It seems to be going well; last meeting, we had a substantial amount of people who attended. Still, I have to chase a few more people, get things done and moving, and of course, the staple exercise of drafting and sending letters.
Another thing: I'm installing anti-virus thingies on the laptop. After a few installation go's, nothing still happens. So, yeah, that's another cargo which refuses to leave my head. Serious OCD issues are arising, me thinks.
Anyhow, my nerves have been really frayed ever since I started functioning as an executive secretary. I've been asked to go on Saturdays (my friggin' rest day!!) to type a seven-page document in an hour (I should have had a secretarial elective). Most important still, I can't absent myself from work; I never know when the boss' is going to saunter in and pop me some files to save and print. So, there goes my lovely schedule.
This is an update, to be subtitled later as a work rant.
Hunh, I've been having frequent headaches lately. Must be from all the hours spent in front of the monitor. Also, I haven't been able to sleep comfortably lately; my itty-bitty head is full of deadlines and dates.
As if I wasn't busy or anything, I enrolled myself for the IELTS review, with my sights poised for the blessed horizon of New Zealand. So, aside from my work schedule, I've got 5pm-8pm review sessions, which I attend all alone. Then, this coming week, lectures on a transcriptionist course (Whoo, how to spell transcriptionist?? Thank God for the spell checker!) will also begin, also at a 5pm-8pm schedule. I'm crazy. But these things will break the monotony of office work nicely.
Finally, (unless I remember something rant-worthy) I visited Brent Hospital this afternoon, my first exposure to the medical culture since I graduated. Anyways, I was ordered there by my boss to deliver something for a confined relative of his. I'm not suppose to be admitting this or anything, but I felt really happy to be in the hospital.
I dunno, everything was so familiar and cozy; I was confident enough to use the exit door as an entrance door. Anyhow, it made me realize how much I want to start working as a nurse, to actually practice what I've been taught and trained to do for four bloody years. At least I'd know what I'm doing (Marathon read later: Medical Surgical textbook! Woot!)
Oy vey. Just now, my boss told me to arrange the org website. It went like this (Thoughts and curses are in italics):
Boss (B): "You know a website?"
Me (M): "Which one?" (I know dozens; even yaoi and yuri sites, which have manga scan--er, where was I?)
B: "The org's site."
M: "Ive seen it" (It's rotting in domain hell)
B: "Know how to fix it?"
M: "Er, no." (Shit! I'm a nurse for crying out loud!)
B: "Okay, so you're gonna manage it from now on."
M: "But.." (*Sweatdrop*)
B: "We're gonna add some stuff, update it."
M: "I suppose I could ask Kuya Chris to teach me." (Oh effing, bloody, shit!)
B: "Can we add the [insert department name] newsletter in the website?"
M: "I suppose so. I'm gonna ask Kuya--" (Kuya Chrriiiiis!!)
B: "Good. Do it."
M: "Yeah. Sure" (Slam dunk, Jas.)
I am so going to demand a major pay raise for this.
First of all, added a notch on my achievement list, after I scored a coup with the closing of another sponsorship deal! Nothing major, nothing REALLY big, but I did secure some sponsorship money to cover a few expenses here and there. I feel, like, really good about it. No, good is underrated; I'm euphoric! Seriously, after months of calls and follow-ups, getting that approval is a fantastic feeling XD High five for the NOOBIE, jiggedy jig!!
This month, I've got LOTS to do. It can't be helped, since I'm reporting to three bosses these days. One, I've got to compile a portfolio of sorts for the Task Force Siembrada, then I've got to arrange a PowerPoint presentation to go along with it (People at the office seem to think I'm a computer whiz or something :3).
Then there's the Hip Hop Dance Competition coming in. It seems to be going well; last meeting, we had a substantial amount of people who attended. Still, I have to chase a few more people, get things done and moving, and of course, the staple exercise of drafting and sending letters.
Another thing: I'm installing anti-virus thingies on the laptop. After a few installation go's, nothing still happens. So, yeah, that's another cargo which refuses to leave my head. Serious OCD issues are arising, me thinks.
Anyhow, my nerves have been really frayed ever since I started functioning as an executive secretary. I've been asked to go on Saturdays (my friggin' rest day!!) to type a seven-page document in an hour (I should have had a secretarial elective). Most important still, I can't absent myself from work; I never know when the boss' is going to saunter in and pop me some files to save and print. So, there goes my lovely schedule.
This is an update, to be subtitled later as a work rant.
Hunh, I've been having frequent headaches lately. Must be from all the hours spent in front of the monitor. Also, I haven't been able to sleep comfortably lately; my itty-bitty head is full of deadlines and dates.
As if I wasn't busy or anything, I enrolled myself for the IELTS review, with my sights poised for the blessed horizon of New Zealand. So, aside from my work schedule, I've got 5pm-8pm review sessions, which I attend all alone. Then, this coming week, lectures on a transcriptionist course (Whoo, how to spell transcriptionist?? Thank God for the spell checker!) will also begin, also at a 5pm-8pm schedule. I'm crazy. But these things will break the monotony of office work nicely.
Finally, (unless I remember something rant-worthy) I visited Brent Hospital this afternoon, my first exposure to the medical culture since I graduated. Anyways, I was ordered there by my boss to deliver something for a confined relative of his. I'm not suppose to be admitting this or anything, but I felt really happy to be in the hospital.
I dunno, everything was so familiar and cozy; I was confident enough to use the exit door as an entrance door. Anyhow, it made me realize how much I want to start working as a nurse, to actually practice what I've been taught and trained to do for four bloody years. At least I'd know what I'm doing (Marathon read later: Medical Surgical textbook! Woot!)
Oy vey. Just now, my boss told me to arrange the org website. It went like this (Thoughts and curses are in italics):
Boss (B): "You know a website?"
Me (M): "Which one?" (I know dozens; even yaoi and yuri sites, which have manga scan--er, where was I?)
B: "The org's site."
M: "Ive seen it" (It's rotting in domain hell)
B: "Know how to fix it?"
M: "Er, no." (Shit! I'm a nurse for crying out loud!)
B: "Okay, so you're gonna manage it from now on."
M: "But.." (*Sweatdrop*)
B: "We're gonna add some stuff, update it."
M: "I suppose I could ask Kuya Chris to teach me." (Oh effing, bloody, shit!)
B: "Can we add the [insert department name]
M: "I suppose so. I'm gonna ask Kuya--" (Kuya Chrriiiiis!!)
B: "Good. Do it."
M: "Yeah. Sure" (Slam dunk, Jas.)
I am so going to demand a major pay raise for this.
Saturday, January 12, 2008
Venting it all on Veoh
For the nth time, I am trying my hardest to finish Episodes 11 and 12 of Avatar: The Last Airbender. Judging from the buffering state of the episode window, this day is NOT the day.
Now, this is why I hate using Veoh.
It's too damned slow.
Now, this is why I hate using Veoh.
It's too damned slow.
Tuesday, January 08, 2008
Fridays and Promotions
I do look forward to Fridays.
Heck, it's my favorite day of the week. Not an entirely original choice, though, as I know at least 10 people of the same opinion. Not only do I get closer to ending my 6-month contract, Fridays are also my splurge-days; senseless shopping and eating sprees, designed to make my pocket lighter.
My latest Friday splurge involved treating Ate Teresa to KFC, buying some DVDs for weekend viewing and finally, purchasing the Neil Gaiman book that I had been crushing on since the Christmas season.
Update-roo! I have been promoted! From an unknown position, I have been elevated to the status of executive secretary, on the merits that I type an average of 42 words per minute (according to the latest Typer Shark Deluxe trial) and that I am always hanging around the office anyway. I took this as my boss' way of saying, "I'm giving you something to do since you're always on your ass for the whole friggin' day."
The whole promotion thing began when my boss looked for a computer where he could type his many memos. The main PC in my jurisdiction was fried, because of my many, erm, miscellaneous activities and the computer in the President's office was down as well (Accordingly, it's down due to some technical glitch; I think it's down because it's connected to my main PC and some of the "things" I've dloaded found its way there, and the rest, is history. But I didn't tell them that :3).
That left my laptop as the only available option. Problem is, laptop's are rly hard to use; small keyboard spaces, no mouse attached, etc. and etc... And so, I ended up typing the whole thing, with the boss behind me dictating his thoughts and corrections.
Right-o. So far, I have typed memos and minutes, erased whiteboards, refilled some whiteboard pens, took more minutes, printed articles and even MORE minutes, that really, it should be called HOURS already. Lame joke, I know.
Anyways, despite the constant danger of suffering a major coronary, being a secretary with a lurker boss has its own rewards. One major and important point: I don't dare open a yuri site with my boss around ;/ The laptop has this uncanny tendency to conk out everytime it loads a page.
My conscience is pretty much spotless. :o
Heck, it's my favorite day of the week. Not an entirely original choice, though, as I know at least 10 people of the same opinion. Not only do I get closer to ending my 6-month contract, Fridays are also my splurge-days; senseless shopping and eating sprees, designed to make my pocket lighter.
My latest Friday splurge involved treating Ate Teresa to KFC, buying some DVDs for weekend viewing and finally, purchasing the Neil Gaiman book that I had been crushing on since the Christmas season.
Update-roo! I have been promoted! From an unknown position, I have been elevated to the status of executive secretary, on the merits that I type an average of 42 words per minute (according to the latest Typer Shark Deluxe trial) and that I am always hanging around the office anyway. I took this as my boss' way of saying, "I'm giving you something to do since you're always on your ass for the whole friggin' day."
The whole promotion thing began when my boss looked for a computer where he could type his many memos. The main PC in my jurisdiction was fried, because of my many, erm, miscellaneous activities and the computer in the President's office was down as well (Accordingly, it's down due to some technical glitch; I think it's down because it's connected to my main PC and some of the "things" I've dloaded found its way there, and the rest, is history. But I didn't tell them that :3).
That left my laptop as the only available option. Problem is, laptop's are rly hard to use; small keyboard spaces, no mouse attached, etc. and etc... And so, I ended up typing the whole thing, with the boss behind me dictating his thoughts and corrections.
Right-o. So far, I have typed memos and minutes, erased whiteboards, refilled some whiteboard pens, took more minutes, printed articles and even MORE minutes, that really, it should be called HOURS already. Lame joke, I know.
Anyways, despite the constant danger of suffering a major coronary, being a secretary with a lurker boss has its own rewards. One major and important point: I don't dare open a yuri site with my boss around ;/ The laptop has this uncanny tendency to conk out everytime it loads a page.
My conscience is pretty much spotless. :o
Wednesday, January 02, 2008
2008
Happy 2008! Happy New Year!
From Kayeh:
Optimists stay up until midnight to see the new year in. Pessimists stay up to make sure the old year leaves.
I will miss 2007.
New Year's Eve was a blast. Literally. We went to church for New Year mass. Heavenly, and indeed God is great.
We had a family get together after church in my childhood home of Canelar. Major pigging out session occured. Anyway, I think I lost it all when I played nanny to the kiddies. Man, was it hot! Blame it all on global warming and cheap fireworks.
New Year's Eve = Kill Bill and slugging it out in dodgeball.
Another additional plus! I got myself a doggie! My auntie gave me one of her dog's many pups as a late Christmas present.
Now, the best thing about having a pet, is naming it. My doggie was no exception. After my catastrophic blunder of naming my 2 dogs, Poldo and Bigik, I was determined not to shame this one with a name not worthy of an epiteth upon death. My mom was all for naming her "Chada". Dear God. My cousins gave their choices, from "Shekinah" to "J-Lo". Over my dead body.
Anyhow, as the certified owner of the pup, I declared that this dog shall have a Japanese name. I narrowed the field to three, them being: Yuri (after my short-lived preoccupation with yuri manga); Yuki, a variation of yuri and Shiro, which means white.
We settled on Shiro. So, my doggie is Shiro! One problem solved. Now, if only I can get her to stop pooping inside the house.
Moving on, moving on. I knew the TV stations were going to dole out crappy shows during New Year's Eve, so I prepared myself by scouring for DVDs to occupy my time. I went over to Yubenco, where anime DVDs, pirated at that, were sold for only 45 pesos. Ah, what a veritable feast. Except for the weird translations (Note to self: Next time, look for DVDs that have fansubbed translations!!), purchase of said pirated products were worth it.
Genshiken - Php 45
GTO - Php 45
Total - Php 90
Great. I'm all set.
If being an adult sucks during Christmas, it sucks even more when New Year comes. When everyone lined up for the annual New Year giveaways, my right to receive free monetary stuff was denied. All that 20 peso bills! Accordingly, working adults cannot avail of free money anymore. Not fair.
I am relieved however, that despite this, I am still entitled to receive a huge bar of chocolate in compensation.
Happy 2008.
After discovering the GTO refuses to play on the laptop:
I will not buy pirated DVDs anymore. I will not buy pirated DVDs anymore. I will not buy pirated DVDs anymore...*sob*
From Kayeh:
Optimists stay up until midnight to see the new year in. Pessimists stay up to make sure the old year leaves.
I will miss 2007.
New Year's Eve was a blast. Literally. We went to church for New Year mass. Heavenly, and indeed God is great.
We had a family get together after church in my childhood home of Canelar. Major pigging out session occured. Anyway, I think I lost it all when I played nanny to the kiddies. Man, was it hot! Blame it all on global warming and cheap fireworks.
New Year's Eve = Kill Bill and slugging it out in dodgeball.
Another additional plus! I got myself a doggie! My auntie gave me one of her dog's many pups as a late Christmas present.
Now, the best thing about having a pet, is naming it. My doggie was no exception. After my catastrophic blunder of naming my 2 dogs, Poldo and Bigik, I was determined not to shame this one with a name not worthy of an epiteth upon death. My mom was all for naming her "Chada". Dear God. My cousins gave their choices, from "Shekinah" to "J-Lo". Over my dead body.
Anyhow, as the certified owner of the pup, I declared that this dog shall have a Japanese name. I narrowed the field to three, them being: Yuri (after my short-lived preoccupation with yuri manga); Yuki, a variation of yuri and Shiro, which means white.
We settled on Shiro. So, my doggie is Shiro! One problem solved. Now, if only I can get her to stop pooping inside the house.
Moving on, moving on. I knew the TV stations were going to dole out crappy shows during New Year's Eve, so I prepared myself by scouring for DVDs to occupy my time. I went over to Yubenco, where anime DVDs, pirated at that, were sold for only 45 pesos. Ah, what a veritable feast. Except for the weird translations (Note to self: Next time, look for DVDs that have fansubbed translations!!), purchase of said pirated products were worth it.
Genshiken - Php 45
GTO - Php 45
Total - Php 90
Great. I'm all set.
If being an adult sucks during Christmas, it sucks even more when New Year comes. When everyone lined up for the annual New Year giveaways, my right to receive free monetary stuff was denied. All that 20 peso bills! Accordingly, working adults cannot avail of free money anymore. Not fair.
I am relieved however, that despite this, I am still entitled to receive a huge bar of chocolate in compensation.
Happy 2008.
After discovering the GTO refuses to play on the laptop:
I will not buy pirated DVDs anymore. I will not buy pirated DVDs anymore. I will not buy pirated DVDs anymore...*sob*
Zara 03: the gathering
In case my nursing career goes down the drain from the sheer lack of attention I lavish upon it, I may find a future as an event organizer. If bringing together the kiddies of RSHS Zara batch 2003 is not worthy of a line in my resume, I don't know what is.
I dispense myself from the usual narrative of event replays. That is so 1990's. And it requires effort ;3
Roll Call:
Beach party/Pig out session:
Rendevouz points: (Planned) 9 am; (Actual) 12 noon
Early Birds: meh, Xtian, Gene, She, Rhea (1st honors!), JC
Present Roster: Cyril, Janice, Bing (Jang's imoto=resourceful), Marion, Gian, Mikki, Ramon (Red Car!), Neysa, Penny, Dion ('roid rage), Mello
Note: Did I forget anyone?
Noteworthy topic: Avatar the last airbender
Pictures:
Available as soon as I can grab them from the groups.
Jasmine's visibility: Zero. But I take credit for 70% of the pictures taken. Rawr.
Mikki's residence:
Rendevouz points: (Planned) 5 pm; (Actual) 30 minutes after??
Early Birds: meh, Cyril (1st time!), Janice, Dion, Gian, Mikki
Present Roster: Marion, JC, She, Penny, Jenna (!)
Noteworthy topic: Avatar the last airbender ;3
Pictures:
Ditto.
Jasmine's visibility: Around 20%. Camwhores.
Halo KTV course:
Rendevouz points: (Planned) It wasn't; (Actual) 9 to 10 PM. And onwards.
Early Birds/Present: meh, Cyril (100!), Janice, Dion, Gian, Mikki, Marion, JC, She, Penny, Jenna
Noteworthy activity: Mobile TV on Jenna's phone. New year crap on all stations. And Avatar, the last airbender.
Pictures:
Available as soon as I can grab... Oh crap.
Jasmine's visibility: Before: 35%. Now: 0% as Marion fried the pictures.
Success rate: 100%
Nobody watched Avatar.
You fiends.
I dispense myself from the usual narrative of event replays. That is so 1990's. And it requires effort ;3
Roll Call:
Beach party/Pig out session:
Rendevouz points: (Planned) 9 am; (Actual) 12 noon
Early Birds: meh, Xtian, Gene, She, Rhea (1st honors!), JC
Present Roster: Cyril, Janice, Bing (Jang's imoto=resourceful), Marion, Gian, Mikki, Ramon (Red Car!), Neysa, Penny, Dion ('roid rage), Mello
Note: Did I forget anyone?
Noteworthy topic: Avatar the last airbender
Pictures:
Available as soon as I can grab them from the groups.
Jasmine's visibility: Zero. But I take credit for 70% of the pictures taken. Rawr.
Mikki's residence:
Rendevouz points: (Planned) 5 pm; (Actual) 30 minutes after??
Early Birds: meh, Cyril (1st time!), Janice, Dion, Gian, Mikki
Present Roster: Marion, JC, She, Penny, Jenna (!)
Noteworthy topic: Avatar the last airbender ;3
Pictures:
Ditto.
Jasmine's visibility: Around 20%. Camwhores.
Halo KTV course:
Rendevouz points: (Planned) It wasn't; (Actual) 9 to 10 PM. And onwards.
Early Birds/Present: meh, Cyril (100!), Janice, Dion, Gian, Mikki, Marion, JC, She, Penny, Jenna
Noteworthy activity: Mobile TV on Jenna's phone. New year crap on all stations. And Avatar, the last airbender.
Pictures:
Available as soon as I can grab... Oh crap.
Jasmine's visibility: Before: 35%. Now: 0% as Marion fried the pictures.
Success rate: 100%
Nobody watched Avatar.
You fiends.
Wednesday, December 26, 2007
After
Hum, I am working. Scratch that. I am supposed to be working. But I am not. I can't. I shan't.
But eventually I will.
I printed some letters, but I haven't mailed them. I sorted through files, but I haven't arranged them.
The only productive thing I did this morning was to switch on the wireless network accidentally. Bah.
But eventually I will.
I printed some letters, but I haven't mailed them. I sorted through files, but I haven't arranged them.
The only productive thing I did this morning was to switch on the wireless network accidentally. Bah.
Tuesday, December 25, 2007
Holidays!
All that hype for just one night. Hunh. In a few hours, Christmas is over, and I might just weep :/
Firstly, my prediction of not receiving any of those brightly wrapped packages came true. Okay, semi-true. I got a total of 3 gifts, specifically: undies, a necklace and a towel. Good haul this year! Seriously. Hey, at least I'm remembered.
The gifts I doled out were appreciated, which made me quite the happy Santa. Lance liked his Spiderman pillow and watch (I think). Remind me to pay for that watch, by the way. Justin had his John Cena shirt and Naruto figurine, Mikko his Bleach set. I loved those gifts myself, so I was pretty sure they would have a good reception.
Normally, Christmas would just mean food and gifts, but this year, we had...KARAOKE!! Yeah, thank God for Magic Sing.
By noon, standard singing fare were those songs whose notes are still inaccessible in the normal, human world. Big hit for me: singing Alone, original singer unknown, a Celine Dion revival. Midway through it, I swear I could feel my stomach muscles shaking. If there was ever a time that I sang like Steve Tyler of Aerosmith fame, this was IT. All for 50 bucks!
Anyway, this Magic Sing is a sneaky and cheating karaoke. It never sticks to 100 points, no matter how I scream. Feh, it doesn't dole out hundred g's on principle.
Big suprise-seroo. I haven't watched a single anime show during the Christmas break, unless you count the Full Metal Alchemist marathon last weekend. Must be the reason why I am so sleepy this week.
The 25th hasn't ended yet, but I am having hangovers. Brrr. Work awaits tomorrow, but I am lazy. If it weren't for my downloads, I shan't be going anymores. And yeah, my bonus (!!!); I have yet to receive it. Dang, dang, dang!
I have pictures by the way, but no way to upload them. My blasted memory card won't fit the reader slot, so I forced it into the laptop's reader, which was a bloody, stupid idea. I pushed the card all the way inside and behold, it got stuck. I shook and cursed to no avail. I got a nail file, and, poof! levered the card outside. Lesson: Never shove a card up a laptop when it won't fit. And keep a handy nail file! It's not just for hygiene!
Yeah, so, all in all, a good Christmas.
Can't wait for the New Year.
Ima go and eat dinner again. Meh is hungry.
Firstly, my prediction of not receiving any of those brightly wrapped packages came true. Okay, semi-true. I got a total of 3 gifts, specifically: undies, a necklace and a towel. Good haul this year! Seriously. Hey, at least I'm remembered.
The gifts I doled out were appreciated, which made me quite the happy Santa. Lance liked his Spiderman pillow and watch (I think). Remind me to pay for that watch, by the way. Justin had his John Cena shirt and Naruto figurine, Mikko his Bleach set. I loved those gifts myself, so I was pretty sure they would have a good reception.
Normally, Christmas would just mean food and gifts, but this year, we had...KARAOKE!! Yeah, thank God for Magic Sing.
By noon, standard singing fare were those songs whose notes are still inaccessible in the normal, human world. Big hit for me: singing Alone, original singer unknown, a Celine Dion revival. Midway through it, I swear I could feel my stomach muscles shaking. If there was ever a time that I sang like Steve Tyler of Aerosmith fame, this was IT. All for 50 bucks!
Anyway, this Magic Sing is a sneaky and cheating karaoke. It never sticks to 100 points, no matter how I scream. Feh, it doesn't dole out hundred g's on principle.
Big suprise-seroo. I haven't watched a single anime show during the Christmas break, unless you count the Full Metal Alchemist marathon last weekend. Must be the reason why I am so sleepy this week.
The 25th hasn't ended yet, but I am having hangovers. Brrr. Work awaits tomorrow, but I am lazy. If it weren't for my downloads, I shan't be going anymores. And yeah, my bonus (!!!); I have yet to receive it. Dang, dang, dang!
I have pictures by the way, but no way to upload them. My blasted memory card won't fit the reader slot, so I forced it into the laptop's reader, which was a bloody, stupid idea. I pushed the card all the way inside and behold, it got stuck. I shook and cursed to no avail. I got a nail file, and, poof! levered the card outside. Lesson: Never shove a card up a laptop when it won't fit. And keep a handy nail file! It's not just for hygiene!
Yeah, so, all in all, a good Christmas.
Can't wait for the New Year.
Ima go and eat dinner again. Meh is hungry.
Friday, December 21, 2007
On the Avatar Part 1
Am I the only one who's <<<<<3 Prince Zuko?? Teh prince is hawt.
I am not in the position to write anything else but the aforementioned statement. I got noodles for brains.
Will elaborate after Christmas season.
I am not in the position to write anything else but the aforementioned statement. I got noodles for brains.
Will elaborate after Christmas season.
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
Gloomy
Yar. Despite the Christmas season, there's a definite drop in my spirits as December flies off. More accurately, I'm feeling execcesively bored this season; nothing to look forward to, really, with my friends abandoning me and stuff. Thank God for teh internet.
I finished my Christmas shopping; take note that I bought nothing for myself. Sigh. I am at an age where I do the giving rather than the receiving. I'm guessing that nobody's going to give me any pwesents this 25th. I curse the day I became an adult!
So yeah, I'm super bored. I don't even have the gusto to do my job. And to think I agreed to another 6 months here. I mean, the job's ok and all. Usually, I have to organize stuff and call people up. Then, there's research proposals and scary bosses. On the other hand, UNLIMITED internet connection. Hmmmm. Thanks to that, I have dloaded lots of nifty stuff online. On the other hand, the unlimited dloads were the main reason why the MAIN computer CRASHED. Dang. Now, I do stuff on the office laptop. Lovely, really, since I get to take this baby home and watch DVDs till the wee hours of dawn. Brrr. I am in a love/hate relationship with my job.
Yesterday, the office had a Christmas fellowship of sorts at Mang Inasal, courtesy of the gift tickets I wangled from the manager during my sponsorship-hunting days. Technically, them gift certs are for the competition on February 22, but the management did not seem to mind. We had bbq chicken, fried kangkong (read: kangkoooooong!!!) and sinigang laced with too much Aji-stuff. Talk was mostly machismo stuff. I tuned out early, since I was too sleepy (blame it on the Avatar marathon the night before). Breakfast today was fried chicken. I felt like throwing up.
I have this thing about myself. I think I am too timid, to the point that it's pathologic. Anyway, shan't elaborate on this one. I'll be musing on it during Christmas and New Year. New Year Resolution: Be BOSSY!!
Cheerios.
I finished my Christmas shopping; take note that I bought nothing for myself. Sigh. I am at an age where I do the giving rather than the receiving. I'm guessing that nobody's going to give me any pwesents this 25th. I curse the day I became an adult!
So yeah, I'm super bored. I don't even have the gusto to do my job. And to think I agreed to another 6 months here. I mean, the job's ok and all. Usually, I have to organize stuff and call people up. Then, there's research proposals and scary bosses. On the other hand, UNLIMITED internet connection. Hmmmm. Thanks to that, I have dloaded lots of nifty stuff online. On the other hand, the unlimited dloads were the main reason why the MAIN computer CRASHED. Dang. Now, I do stuff on the office laptop. Lovely, really, since I get to take this baby home and watch DVDs till the wee hours of dawn. Brrr. I am in a love/hate relationship with my job.
Yesterday, the office had a Christmas fellowship of sorts at Mang Inasal, courtesy of the gift tickets I wangled from the manager during my sponsorship-hunting days. Technically, them gift certs are for the competition on February 22, but the management did not seem to mind. We had bbq chicken, fried kangkong (read: kangkoooooong!!!) and sinigang laced with too much Aji-stuff. Talk was mostly machismo stuff. I tuned out early, since I was too sleepy (blame it on the Avatar marathon the night before). Breakfast today was fried chicken. I felt like throwing up.
I have this thing about myself. I think I am too timid, to the point that it's pathologic. Anyway, shan't elaborate on this one. I'll be musing on it during Christmas and New Year. New Year Resolution: Be BOSSY!!
Cheerios.
Monday, December 17, 2007
Winter 2008
Blurb shamelessly stolen from the AA forums :3
Winter preview 2008
I'm going for Sayonara Zetsubou Sensei, the second season. I am only hoping that for this season, subs will come out regularly. Also, Mnemosyne. One look at the picture and trailer, and my interest is more than quipped.
I'm looking forward to a great season of anime this 2008. I'm keeping my fingers crossed.
Winter preview 2008
I'm going for Sayonara Zetsubou Sensei, the second season. I am only hoping that for this season, subs will come out regularly. Also, Mnemosyne. One look at the picture and trailer, and my interest is more than quipped.
I'm looking forward to a great season of anime this 2008. I'm keeping my fingers crossed.
From scratch
Wow, it has been a while since I last posted. After browsing through my archives, the last post I had was posted way back college. 6 months is hardly way back, but it feels like I've been out of school for like forever.
Anyway, I'm pimping and polishing up this site again, starting today. I've arranged a few details, and I hope to add a few more. Given that I have internet connection during office hours, I just might be able to pull ressurecting this blog again.
To kick things off, a few updates:
1. I graduated already, last March 2007. Even though I ranted through my junior and senior years, I did graduate with Latin Honors (Cum Laude). I'm really happy about it.
2. I passed my nursing licensure exams last June 2007. I am now officially a nurse.
3. Though officially a nurse, I am not practicing yet. I am working as an administrative assistant of sorts in an NGO. I will continue doing so, until I am filthy rich!
Those are the only things of importance, I guess. Which goes to show, that I still have a pretty boring life.
Toodles.
Anyway, I'm pimping and polishing up this site again, starting today. I've arranged a few details, and I hope to add a few more. Given that I have internet connection during office hours, I just might be able to pull ressurecting this blog again.
To kick things off, a few updates:
1. I graduated already, last March 2007. Even though I ranted through my junior and senior years, I did graduate with Latin Honors (Cum Laude). I'm really happy about it.
2. I passed my nursing licensure exams last June 2007. I am now officially a nurse.
3. Though officially a nurse, I am not practicing yet. I am working as an administrative assistant of sorts in an NGO. I will continue doing so, until I am filthy rich!
Those are the only things of importance, I guess. Which goes to show, that I still have a pretty boring life.
Toodles.
Friday, December 29, 2006
reunions
i used to love reunions. give me the time and place and i'll be the first to arrive and the last to leave. now, however, i don't even know if giving an appearance is worth it.
i mean, if i'm going to appear in a reunion, i must have something to brag about. sad thing, i am absolutely the same, ever since i was in high school. same stoop, same sense of humor, same inferiority complex...all you have to do is to look at my old picture. i have yet to change my physical appearance with plastic surgery.
besides, i don't think people are actually glad to see me. personally, i am so dang happy to see them, i do cartwheels in my head. after a few experiences with reunions and gatherings, i realized, they had all moved on with their lives, while i struggled to remain the same. talk about betrayal or am i just exaggerating?
the thing is, i feel bad being left behind. i'm stuck in limbo, where i find that my sole purpose in life is to think what am i going to do the next day. and reunions, bringing with them their own hordes of success stories, is not the place where i'd choose to show my failures as a human being. i mean, i'd kill myself if i did that.
but the romantic in me is still very much alive. even though i feel as if i've been dropped and dissed by everyone, i still want to chat and talk, spend time with them and catch up with old times. the season does that to you. so, here i go. guiwan, here i come..
i mean, if i'm going to appear in a reunion, i must have something to brag about. sad thing, i am absolutely the same, ever since i was in high school. same stoop, same sense of humor, same inferiority complex...all you have to do is to look at my old picture. i have yet to change my physical appearance with plastic surgery.
besides, i don't think people are actually glad to see me. personally, i am so dang happy to see them, i do cartwheels in my head. after a few experiences with reunions and gatherings, i realized, they had all moved on with their lives, while i struggled to remain the same. talk about betrayal or am i just exaggerating?
the thing is, i feel bad being left behind. i'm stuck in limbo, where i find that my sole purpose in life is to think what am i going to do the next day. and reunions, bringing with them their own hordes of success stories, is not the place where i'd choose to show my failures as a human being. i mean, i'd kill myself if i did that.
but the romantic in me is still very much alive. even though i feel as if i've been dropped and dissed by everyone, i still want to chat and talk, spend time with them and catch up with old times. the season does that to you. so, here i go. guiwan, here i come..
Tuesday, December 12, 2006
champions!!
sheesh, it's such a lame title, but that's the best that i can do now, so do cut me some slack. the point is, i am so freakin' happy that i am boring everyone to death with my stories of pre, intra and post championship experiences!
how sweet it is to snag gold when everybody expects otherwise. joining the futsal team for the fiesta of 2006 was a crazy idea me and rich concocted, with lots of delusions and no sense of reality whatsoever. i opted to go for volleyball, where at least i knew what i was doing, but i wanted something new. and my ego craved for attention.
at tryouts (was there a tryout??) i realized that we were super-'mongos'...i mean, come on! if we intended to take on the whole ateneo for futsal and have a fighting chance at..at..something...then we ought to have varsity players in our team. not quite for the nursing dudes. heh, the best we had were a month or so of basic training, which if you think about it long and hard, was chicken-shit compared with other teams who were practicing strategy instead of passing drills. lawd, what have i done...
and this ragtag bunch of inexperienced women came out on top! whew, the pressure on moi (i was goalie...people said i was good...actually, i almost died from a massive coronary facing accountancy...hehe...but i did good i guess....man, look at the score!) was so great i wanted to quit then and there. but i'm glad i didn't....truly a rag to riches to story...hehem in your fez!!! it feels so good, i just can't stop..
anyway, my congratulations and thanks....
to kayeh, for forcing us to join. she's my captain and my EIC
to richelle, for convincing me to go through with the madness
to carmie, for being such a great defender and for covering my ass everytime i fumble
to pompeyo and sir richter (and sir al, and everyonw who had pity on us), for the drills and the encouragement (yep, i can handle a ball very well now thank you) for coaching us and guiding us noobs to glory, for being there
to madeth and riza, for scoring thus eliminating the need for three kicks (if it did, you guys would be burying me right now)
to kaye, dixie, goyang, lj for being so cute that i could not leave the team even if i wanted to (perv!!!)
to all the teams who dissed us and made fun of us, for pissing me of that i did my best in blocking your every shot..haha...no seriously, thanks for the great game...karmaic retribution, that's what i call it
to the nursing div, as kayeh said, thanks for the 1ooo g's...it was great to know that you alloted a 100 pesos each for our uniforms, training practices, food, water, ride home, coach, shoes, panties, towels, candies, knee pads, barf bag and all that...
to the prodigy 07, for the support and cheers...it meant a lot!
to the seniors' booth, for allowing me to go on credit/utang after every game
to my fans, for admiring me (hehe)
to my mom, for not pulling me out of the team upon seeing me limp all tha way home and for putting oil on my bruises
and to God, for answering our prayers for glory!!!
*sings we are the champions for the nth time!*
how sweet it is to snag gold when everybody expects otherwise. joining the futsal team for the fiesta of 2006 was a crazy idea me and rich concocted, with lots of delusions and no sense of reality whatsoever. i opted to go for volleyball, where at least i knew what i was doing, but i wanted something new. and my ego craved for attention.
at tryouts (was there a tryout??) i realized that we were super-'mongos'...i mean, come on! if we intended to take on the whole ateneo for futsal and have a fighting chance at..at..something...then we ought to have varsity players in our team. not quite for the nursing dudes. heh, the best we had were a month or so of basic training, which if you think about it long and hard, was chicken-shit compared with other teams who were practicing strategy instead of passing drills. lawd, what have i done...
and this ragtag bunch of inexperienced women came out on top! whew, the pressure on moi (i was goalie...people said i was good...actually, i almost died from a massive coronary facing accountancy...hehe...but i did good i guess....man, look at the score!) was so great i wanted to quit then and there. but i'm glad i didn't....truly a rag to riches to story...hehem in your fez!!! it feels so good, i just can't stop..
anyway, my congratulations and thanks....
to kayeh, for forcing us to join. she's my captain and my EIC
to richelle, for convincing me to go through with the madness
to carmie, for being such a great defender and for covering my ass everytime i fumble
to pompeyo and sir richter (and sir al, and everyonw who had pity on us), for the drills and the encouragement (yep, i can handle a ball very well now thank you) for coaching us and guiding us noobs to glory, for being there
to madeth and riza, for scoring thus eliminating the need for three kicks (if it did, you guys would be burying me right now)
to kaye, dixie, goyang, lj for being so cute that i could not leave the team even if i wanted to (perv!!!)
to all the teams who dissed us and made fun of us, for pissing me of that i did my best in blocking your every shot..haha...no seriously, thanks for the great game...karmaic retribution, that's what i call it
to the nursing div, as kayeh said, thanks for the 1ooo g's...it was great to know that you alloted a 100 pesos each for our uniforms, training practices, food, water, ride home, coach, shoes, panties, towels, candies, knee pads, barf bag and all that...
to the prodigy 07, for the support and cheers...it meant a lot!
to the seniors' booth, for allowing me to go on credit/utang after every game
to my fans, for admiring me (hehe)
to my mom, for not pulling me out of the team upon seeing me limp all tha way home and for putting oil on my bruises
and to God, for answering our prayers for glory!!!
*sings we are the champions for the nth time!*
Monday, November 13, 2006
now that i'm in my senior year on my final semester, i can't help but feel nostalgic about leaving the warm confines of college to become a full-fledged adult. the responsibilities of being one is daunting, especially when i will start working somewhere. now, i have my CI to blame, er, consult if i'm unsure. a few months from now, i'll be going solo. a few months more, i may be out of a job!!!
contemplating these things, i wondered what i would miss the most after i leave the ateneo. tops were: my weekly allowance, the library, my teachers....not!, the library, the soccer field, the library and the library...and oh, the library.
yes, the library, the first friendly institution that welcomed me into the academic womb that is the ateneo. it's the first and about the only thing that i brag about to my friends out in wmsu...and the ateneo fiesta too, but the library, with all its air-conditioned glamour elbows its way to the spotlight. i wonder what i would do without the library to house my sleepy carcass on extremely warm days.
most people think that i go to the library to worship my librarian and to read my daily dose of porn books (y'know, those books that have words like "unbridled passion" or "flaming romance" in their back cover summary), and they're absolutely right ^^ i do love my library (yes, i said my). it's the home to me as the canteen or the now nonexistent catwalk was the hotspot for others.
as i experienced on my first day back, an hour without the library leads me to semi-autism. i walked around town feeling lost, as if i actually lost one of my limbs just because the library was closed. seeing the lib closed is like the biggest shock of my life. i can see the computer center closed or the sanggu closed, but my good old dependable lib??!! never!!?? now i know what an amputee feels like.
now that my days of frolicking between the rows of books are over, i'm spending as much time now in the lib, just absorbing the cool air and raising electricity bills. i used to hide books before, but now i have changed my mind. someone has yet to return anne rice's works and it is deriving me of my usual doses of porn! whoever you are, blast you, you infidel!unhand those books i say!release them!!!
contemplating these things, i wondered what i would miss the most after i leave the ateneo. tops were: my weekly allowance, the library, my teachers....not!, the library, the soccer field, the library and the library...and oh, the library.
yes, the library, the first friendly institution that welcomed me into the academic womb that is the ateneo. it's the first and about the only thing that i brag about to my friends out in wmsu...and the ateneo fiesta too, but the library, with all its air-conditioned glamour elbows its way to the spotlight. i wonder what i would do without the library to house my sleepy carcass on extremely warm days.
most people think that i go to the library to worship my librarian and to read my daily dose of porn books (y'know, those books that have words like "unbridled passion" or "flaming romance" in their back cover summary), and they're absolutely right ^^ i do love my library (yes, i said my). it's the home to me as the canteen or the now nonexistent catwalk was the hotspot for others.
as i experienced on my first day back, an hour without the library leads me to semi-autism. i walked around town feeling lost, as if i actually lost one of my limbs just because the library was closed. seeing the lib closed is like the biggest shock of my life. i can see the computer center closed or the sanggu closed, but my good old dependable lib??!! never!!?? now i know what an amputee feels like.
now that my days of frolicking between the rows of books are over, i'm spending as much time now in the lib, just absorbing the cool air and raising electricity bills. i used to hide books before, but now i have changed my mind. someone has yet to return anne rice's works and it is deriving me of my usual doses of porn! whoever you are, blast you, you infidel!unhand those books i say!release them!!!
Saturday, October 14, 2006
the 9th symphony
i've taken the habit of humming beethoven's 9th symphony when i am either embarassed or pressured into thinking really hard. the loudness and intensity depends upon the gravity and severity of the situation.
i found this habit strange since i was not weaned on mozart and beethoven. my auditory finesse is limited to whatever the neighbors play (from renz verano to disturbed) for the day. in fact, i only knew that the song that has the lyrics "joyful, joyful we adore thee..." was the 9th symphony when i heard it being played over an anime called the "gunslinger girl". so far, i have heard the master's composition in movies like mr. jones (a movie about bipolar disorder), matchpoint (a woody allen film, with scarlett johanson...'nuff said), cruel intentions (with sarah michelle gellar and ryan philippe) and another anime called read or die (about books and paper). whatever the reason, i find humming the music a stress-buster, be it before, during or after an exam. other than that, i do it to annoy my seatmate. effective, but still strange.
until i learned from friends that my father loves singing the star-spangled banner during his operations.
it's genetic.
i found this habit strange since i was not weaned on mozart and beethoven. my auditory finesse is limited to whatever the neighbors play (from renz verano to disturbed) for the day. in fact, i only knew that the song that has the lyrics "joyful, joyful we adore thee..." was the 9th symphony when i heard it being played over an anime called the "gunslinger girl". so far, i have heard the master's composition in movies like mr. jones (a movie about bipolar disorder), matchpoint (a woody allen film, with scarlett johanson...'nuff said), cruel intentions (with sarah michelle gellar and ryan philippe) and another anime called read or die (about books and paper). whatever the reason, i find humming the music a stress-buster, be it before, during or after an exam. other than that, i do it to annoy my seatmate. effective, but still strange.
until i learned from friends that my father loves singing the star-spangled banner during his operations.
it's genetic.
Wednesday, September 13, 2006
Friday, September 08, 2006
me and my mouth
i just had to open my mouth.
last week, i commented on how boring life can be when you're in senior year. no cram exams, no systems to memorize, no diseases to familiarize, no freshies and sophies to terrorize...er, how did that get in? >.>
anyway, i think the nursing gods heard me and decided to teach me a lesson. this week i have to complete 2 presentations, pass 2 exams, prepare one mega-kick ass report for mood disorder, submit misc. items for the clubs i'm in and participate in an extempo contest. jeepney rides home finds me zoned out and completely stoned. i can't wait for the week to end. then again, i'm turning 20 by the end of the week. rashhamfrasshammassham!!
rly, i think i've bitten off more than i can chew.
last week, i commented on how boring life can be when you're in senior year. no cram exams, no systems to memorize, no diseases to familiarize, no freshies and sophies to terrorize...er, how did that get in? >.>
anyway, i think the nursing gods heard me and decided to teach me a lesson. this week i have to complete 2 presentations, pass 2 exams, prepare one mega-kick ass report for mood disorder, submit misc. items for the clubs i'm in and participate in an extempo contest. jeepney rides home finds me zoned out and completely stoned. i can't wait for the week to end. then again, i'm turning 20 by the end of the week. rashhamfrasshammassham!!
rly, i think i've bitten off more than i can chew.
Wednesday, August 23, 2006
random thoughtlessness
i have a tendency to forget my thoughts real quick, so i wrote some of them on a piece of paper during pharma class. here they are:
i hate to lose
i'm scared of failing
i don't want to die poor
i think my classmates hate me for my study habits. not that i have any. what irritates them the most would probably be when our grades are pretty much at par with each other, after they slaved over their 11-lb notes while i skimmed over my notebook. the sadist part in me rejoices; i find great satisfaction in beating out the nerds! fwe, i know it's pathetic but spare me a thought. it's about the only way that i can get any self-esteem >.<
no matter what other people may say, i am not totally scare-free. i still get cold feet when discussion turns toward our grades. syet. as much as i love college, i'd hate to stay another year. i have a record to protect. it's an average record, but even an average is better than a nothing.
i got posted in the school clinic for duty. nothing serious, except for grade school kids getting in a serious lot of mishaps and troubles. how many headaches can one tolerate?? other than an ulterior motive, like being excused from an extremely boring class (oh, purleaze. this is grade school..not college ^^), i am lead to believe that our grade schoolers are world-class klutz-es and immune deficient in some way. not all clientele were kulit kids. service staff also came in to avail the free albeit meager services the clinic offered. it made me think of how their life is, especially that of a breadwinner who works the skin of his bones as a janitor in Ateneo. does he get jealous when he sees the spoiled, rich kids, spoiling away their moolahs, while he toils for some of it?? i got depressed dwelling on it. to be born poor and to die poor. this world is too cruel.
i hate to lose
i'm scared of failing
i don't want to die poor
i think my classmates hate me for my study habits. not that i have any. what irritates them the most would probably be when our grades are pretty much at par with each other, after they slaved over their 11-lb notes while i skimmed over my notebook. the sadist part in me rejoices; i find great satisfaction in beating out the nerds! fwe, i know it's pathetic but spare me a thought. it's about the only way that i can get any self-esteem >.<
no matter what other people may say, i am not totally scare-free. i still get cold feet when discussion turns toward our grades. syet. as much as i love college, i'd hate to stay another year. i have a record to protect. it's an average record, but even an average is better than a nothing.
i got posted in the school clinic for duty. nothing serious, except for grade school kids getting in a serious lot of mishaps and troubles. how many headaches can one tolerate?? other than an ulterior motive, like being excused from an extremely boring class (oh, purleaze. this is grade school..not college ^^), i am lead to believe that our grade schoolers are world-class klutz-es and immune deficient in some way. not all clientele were kulit kids. service staff also came in to avail the free albeit meager services the clinic offered. it made me think of how their life is, especially that of a breadwinner who works the skin of his bones as a janitor in Ateneo. does he get jealous when he sees the spoiled, rich kids, spoiling away their moolahs, while he toils for some of it?? i got depressed dwelling on it. to be born poor and to die poor. this world is too cruel.
Saturday, August 19, 2006
in the news
our EIC decided to give us permanent 'niches' to work on so that data gathering will be easier. i chose to work under national issues, which i realize now was a really stupid move since i don't read newspapers, much less actually care to know what happens to my beloved yet sinking-in-elephant-turd country, the Philippines. i don't like news. i am a firm believer in the adage that no news is good news.
if you live in the same place as me, then skip this paragraph. obviously, there is no need for me to elaborate our political situation. but for purposes of clarification for the author herself, i shall try to discuss the state of my country. it's in deep shit.
and so am i, unless i find my national news issue to be passed by Tuesday.
i have claimed the job of wading knee-deep in national issues which are usually shitty and emerge from my escapade unscathed, with a clear view of what the news means. i do not mean to be so negative about it; it just can't be helped. on the positive side, i guess i'll be more alert and up-to-date with the going-ons around here. perhaps that will cure my opinion-less lifestyle.
i'm starting to develop tha habit of reading newspapers when i get in the Beacon office. thankfully, the school provides us with the latest newspapers, 2 national and 1 local paper.i don't bother with the local papers; a campus journalist could do articles and layouting better than they do. my favorite reads will have to be the Inquirer's opinion page, especially Randy David's and Patricia Evangelista's columns, the former helping me understand the issues better and clearer while the latter allows me to marvel at the brilliance and brains of today's Filipino youth. too bad their government fails them in so many ways.
i'll be doing my job right if i watch the news and read the papers. i think i'll be enjoying it too.
i just wish i still had social studies class. perhaps i can dazzle them with my newfound passion for the papers.
if you live in the same place as me, then skip this paragraph. obviously, there is no need for me to elaborate our political situation. but for purposes of clarification for the author herself, i shall try to discuss the state of my country. it's in deep shit.
and so am i, unless i find my national news issue to be passed by Tuesday.
i have claimed the job of wading knee-deep in national issues which are usually shitty and emerge from my escapade unscathed, with a clear view of what the news means. i do not mean to be so negative about it; it just can't be helped. on the positive side, i guess i'll be more alert and up-to-date with the going-ons around here. perhaps that will cure my opinion-less lifestyle.
i'm starting to develop tha habit of reading newspapers when i get in the Beacon office. thankfully, the school provides us with the latest newspapers, 2 national and 1 local paper.i don't bother with the local papers; a campus journalist could do articles and layouting better than they do. my favorite reads will have to be the Inquirer's opinion page, especially Randy David's and Patricia Evangelista's columns, the former helping me understand the issues better and clearer while the latter allows me to marvel at the brilliance and brains of today's Filipino youth. too bad their government fails them in so many ways.
i'll be doing my job right if i watch the news and read the papers. i think i'll be enjoying it too.
i just wish i still had social studies class. perhaps i can dazzle them with my newfound passion for the papers.
Sunday, August 13, 2006
teh midterms
prepare to meet thy doom!!! midterms is here!!
it's tomorrow for Pete's sake! tomorrow! and what am i doing? logging on the internet, relying on divine intervention for my academic salvation.
this is no way to survive school, but i have been doing it for so long that it actually works. oh, i want to kill myself sometimes for goofing off on such an easy question, but since i usually pass my exam, the urge to hang myself by my thumbs (hmmm, will that actually kill me?) simply disappears.
speaking of urges, my urge to study is completely in snooze mode. it does not help that i only have 20 or so pages worth of written lecture when photocopied lectures reach around, oh say, 50-70 pages. this is suicide, dude. i do have a decent memory, but it is only good on a short-term basis. everything i studied for the past weeks for my quizzes have leaked out and i have to start from scratch.
anyway, here's to hoping myself a good midterms. not that i'm looking forward to facing it.
this sucks soooo much.
oh well.
<3
it's tomorrow for Pete's sake! tomorrow! and what am i doing? logging on the internet, relying on divine intervention for my academic salvation.
this is no way to survive school, but i have been doing it for so long that it actually works. oh, i want to kill myself sometimes for goofing off on such an easy question, but since i usually pass my exam, the urge to hang myself by my thumbs (hmmm, will that actually kill me?) simply disappears.
speaking of urges, my urge to study is completely in snooze mode. it does not help that i only have 20 or so pages worth of written lecture when photocopied lectures reach around, oh say, 50-70 pages. this is suicide, dude. i do have a decent memory, but it is only good on a short-term basis. everything i studied for the past weeks for my quizzes have leaked out and i have to start from scratch.
anyway, here's to hoping myself a good midterms. not that i'm looking forward to facing it.
this sucks soooo much.
oh well.
<3
Thursday, August 10, 2006
words for the week
use these words in complete sentences:
1. uber
2. toinks
3. ryu!
4. jopeks
5. blue chicken barbecue
the true learnings in college. this week, these words have been going out of my mouth real often. i don't know why i bothered to put it up here. i guess i'm just proud for adding 5 new words to my diminishing vocab.
anyway for the challenge. allow me.
1. uber
i have no idea what this means but i think it's super. got that word from philo class when we passed nietzche.
" i think spike spiegel is uber-cool (complete with drool and winking effect for drama and authenticity)"
2. toinks
a sound effect to signify that i have turd for brains
"they don't change jah, they simply adapt"
(mimicking a pan hitting my head) "oh. toinks!"
3. ryu!
a swear word that is made beautiful by a distinct chavacano accent
"ryu!!"
note: you can add more expletives for your convenience
4. jopeks
a nickname of someone whose true name is too short
"hoy jopkes! i can't see you! haha!"
5. blue chicken barbecue
the end result of a communication drill, when one's team are hard of hearing and low in logic
"blue chicken barbecue? WTF?"
note: though it celebrates our idiocy, the motto above has become our unofficial class chant.
1. uber
2. toinks
3. ryu!
4. jopeks
5. blue chicken barbecue
the true learnings in college. this week, these words have been going out of my mouth real often. i don't know why i bothered to put it up here. i guess i'm just proud for adding 5 new words to my diminishing vocab.
anyway for the challenge. allow me.
1. uber
i have no idea what this means but i think it's super. got that word from philo class when we passed nietzche.
" i think spike spiegel is uber-cool (complete with drool and winking effect for drama and authenticity)"
2. toinks
a sound effect to signify that i have turd for brains
"they don't change jah, they simply adapt"
(mimicking a pan hitting my head) "oh. toinks!"
3. ryu!
a swear word that is made beautiful by a distinct chavacano accent
"ryu!!"
note: you can add more expletives for your convenience
4. jopeks
a nickname of someone whose true name is too short
"hoy jopkes! i can't see you! haha!"
5. blue chicken barbecue
the end result of a communication drill, when one's team are hard of hearing and low in logic
"blue chicken barbecue? WTF?"
note: though it celebrates our idiocy, the motto above has become our unofficial class chant.
Friday, August 04, 2006
timing
life is all about timing.
take, for example, my recent absent-spree (dumdumdumdum....thus, it begins) from school and duty. to absent from one's duty for reasons other than world destruction and alien invasion is nothing short of sacrilege in nursing. however, with skill, tenacity and lots of luck (plus an extensive knowledge on your clinical instructor's habits), one can get away with nothing more than headaches for staying in bed for 8 hours straight.
back to my absent-spree. my system went down because of the flu. it lasted approximately for a day but i consider it a waste if i don't milk it for what it's worth. >.>
rash decisions always make me nervous and thus, on my return to academic civilization, i was on pins and needles all day. 12 hours of duty is no small thing, and although i am cool with the idea of payback, conscience has a way of making me feel guilty of time lost and wasted (well, not exactly. i did manage to watch 16 episodes of the 26-episode anime series i had stashed hidden in my room).
i half decided to go MIA for a week straight but decided to ask mom about it.
"mom, i still feel bad"
"don't go to school then"
"but i don't have my fever anymore"
"hmmm.."
"there might be a quiz"
"then go"
"but i still feel bad"
"then don't go"
honestly, i realy wished she just told me to shut up and drag my lazy ass to school. it's her way of developing in me good decision making skills.way to late in my humble opinion. i am officially a dependent, lazy pervert with no ambition except to finish school and land a job. >.<>.>
haha, my groupmates wanted to kill me right then and there.
like i said..timing is everything.
take, for example, my recent absent-spree (dumdumdumdum....thus, it begins) from school and duty. to absent from one's duty for reasons other than world destruction and alien invasion is nothing short of sacrilege in nursing. however, with skill, tenacity and lots of luck (plus an extensive knowledge on your clinical instructor's habits), one can get away with nothing more than headaches for staying in bed for 8 hours straight.
back to my absent-spree. my system went down because of the flu. it lasted approximately for a day but i consider it a waste if i don't milk it for what it's worth. >.>
rash decisions always make me nervous and thus, on my return to academic civilization, i was on pins and needles all day. 12 hours of duty is no small thing, and although i am cool with the idea of payback, conscience has a way of making me feel guilty of time lost and wasted (well, not exactly. i did manage to watch 16 episodes of the 26-episode anime series i had stashed hidden in my room).
i half decided to go MIA for a week straight but decided to ask mom about it.
"mom, i still feel bad"
"don't go to school then"
"but i don't have my fever anymore"
"hmmm.."
"there might be a quiz"
"then go"
"but i still feel bad"
"then don't go"
honestly, i realy wished she just told me to shut up and drag my lazy ass to school. it's her way of developing in me good decision making skills.way to late in my humble opinion. i am officially a dependent, lazy pervert with no ambition except to finish school and land a job. >.<>.>
haha, my groupmates wanted to kill me right then and there.
like i said..timing is everything.
Tuesday, August 01, 2006
inside somebody else's mind
the pinnacle of my nursing days...to be assigned in the famed ward 9.
i always made it a point to avoid passing ward 9 during my duties in the hospital. although i know for a fact that madness is not communicable, i was still scared shitless that by some cosmic anomaly (more like punishment and damnation) would fall on me and i'd be a looney for the rest of my life.
you'd have thought that we were lathered with glue, the way me and my groupmates stuck together on our first day in the war zone. you would too, when the patients would swarm around you, touching your shoulder and staring at you as if you were an exhibit in a museum chronicling the saga of human madness. one guy touched my arm and started raving about my braces. soon everyone was raving about my braces. the number of times i had to smile in that ward...
the thing about being in the ward is that you become unsure of yourself. it takes a toll on you, emotionally and physically, to be inside that ward since you have to keep reminding yourself that you are sane and that they aren't. you're suppose to guide them back to reality, not encourage their delusions and imagination. but then, guiding these people back to reality is tough. constant reminder of who you are and where you are, are essential in keeping yourself normal for the first few hours inside. the temptation to let go and pretend, that yes, kissing everyone on the first meeting, is very strong.
part of the routine in the ward is to take care of your patient's hygiene. yes, hygiene. when the mind goes, everything else follows. personality, hygiene and clothes...off, then gone. thankfully, my patient was well enough to do hygiene herself...i just had to supervise and remind her of some things but other than that i had it easy in the ward. after all, my friends had to spend at least 30 minutes inside the makeshift bathroom with their patients stripping and bathing.
as the hours go by, apprehension soon wears off and appreciation settles in. by appreciation, i mean that we start to see theory in action. discussions inside the room are seen in the patients' behaviour; not that we learn that much in the classroom, mind.
there are some exasparating moments--they are crazy after all, but an experience inside ward 9 can be surreal. i was unnerved by the fact that most of them knew that they were crazy and why they were there. if a person can tell you frankly that she's crazy, then is she really crazy? they were not the picture that we often see in television or read in books. true that some go berserk and have to be isolated, but most are, well, normal to say the least. how do you then classify crazy?? >.>
some moments are touching. once an inmate went nuts and started stripping inside the cell. when this happens you just don't walk up the cell and talk to the guy; you run (for the duration of my duty, i was scared...all the time...). on and on he went, screaming, begging, prostrating himself on the cold floor. unexpectedly, it was another inmate who managed to calm him down. she went by the door and started cooing and stroking the old man's face. soon, his screams subsided. frankly, i was amazed. it seems that even though their sanity is gone, the essence of being human is still within the recesses of their minds. that need to comfort and be comforted is there, existing, thriving and yearning...no sane person dared do that. one insane inmate did. in that aspect of caring, they are better than most sane people i know.
socialization came in on our last day. hah! amazing how these people love to sing old Tagalog ballads, to the point that i was on the brink of stupor and sleep--a no no in ward 9. they dance too--shuffling is more like it. games are carefully planned. you don't want these people arguing over who should win or lose now, don't you? in the karaoke session, my microphone gets handled by more than one inmate. not to be prejudiced or anything, but rumors of tuberculosis are present inside the ward (as told to me by one inmate) so i kept my microphone sealed inside the cellophane when i came home. i plan to dump it in hot water. hopefully, nobody at home will miss it.
i always made it a point to avoid passing ward 9 during my duties in the hospital. although i know for a fact that madness is not communicable, i was still scared shitless that by some cosmic anomaly (more like punishment and damnation) would fall on me and i'd be a looney for the rest of my life.
you'd have thought that we were lathered with glue, the way me and my groupmates stuck together on our first day in the war zone. you would too, when the patients would swarm around you, touching your shoulder and staring at you as if you were an exhibit in a museum chronicling the saga of human madness. one guy touched my arm and started raving about my braces. soon everyone was raving about my braces. the number of times i had to smile in that ward...
the thing about being in the ward is that you become unsure of yourself. it takes a toll on you, emotionally and physically, to be inside that ward since you have to keep reminding yourself that you are sane and that they aren't. you're suppose to guide them back to reality, not encourage their delusions and imagination. but then, guiding these people back to reality is tough. constant reminder of who you are and where you are, are essential in keeping yourself normal for the first few hours inside. the temptation to let go and pretend, that yes, kissing everyone on the first meeting, is very strong.
part of the routine in the ward is to take care of your patient's hygiene. yes, hygiene. when the mind goes, everything else follows. personality, hygiene and clothes...off, then gone. thankfully, my patient was well enough to do hygiene herself...i just had to supervise and remind her of some things but other than that i had it easy in the ward. after all, my friends had to spend at least 30 minutes inside the makeshift bathroom with their patients stripping and bathing.
as the hours go by, apprehension soon wears off and appreciation settles in. by appreciation, i mean that we start to see theory in action. discussions inside the room are seen in the patients' behaviour; not that we learn that much in the classroom, mind.
there are some exasparating moments--they are crazy after all, but an experience inside ward 9 can be surreal. i was unnerved by the fact that most of them knew that they were crazy and why they were there. if a person can tell you frankly that she's crazy, then is she really crazy? they were not the picture that we often see in television or read in books. true that some go berserk and have to be isolated, but most are, well, normal to say the least. how do you then classify crazy?? >.>
some moments are touching. once an inmate went nuts and started stripping inside the cell. when this happens you just don't walk up the cell and talk to the guy; you run (for the duration of my duty, i was scared...all the time...). on and on he went, screaming, begging, prostrating himself on the cold floor. unexpectedly, it was another inmate who managed to calm him down. she went by the door and started cooing and stroking the old man's face. soon, his screams subsided. frankly, i was amazed. it seems that even though their sanity is gone, the essence of being human is still within the recesses of their minds. that need to comfort and be comforted is there, existing, thriving and yearning...no sane person dared do that. one insane inmate did. in that aspect of caring, they are better than most sane people i know.
socialization came in on our last day. hah! amazing how these people love to sing old Tagalog ballads, to the point that i was on the brink of stupor and sleep--a no no in ward 9. they dance too--shuffling is more like it. games are carefully planned. you don't want these people arguing over who should win or lose now, don't you? in the karaoke session, my microphone gets handled by more than one inmate. not to be prejudiced or anything, but rumors of tuberculosis are present inside the ward (as told to me by one inmate) so i kept my microphone sealed inside the cellophane when i came home. i plan to dump it in hot water. hopefully, nobody at home will miss it.
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