divine intervention allowed me to exempted in 4 minor subjects, leaving me with only (!) 2 exams to worry about. *rejoice, rejoice* it does feel great when your efforts pay off. ^^ *grins* by next year i will be a senior (yikes!) and hopefully i can adjust again to the new rules, regime and as always, teachers. *wink, wink* wish me luck.
funny things keep happening to me. not funny as in har-har funny, but funny as in the weird and scary funny. granted it usually does not happen to me for i am a lousy, by-the-book person, it was a first...and what an experience.
first thing: remember the case defense. yaaaaa, that defense. the group was coming in pretty late with the paperwork and despite the fact that i have been editing the freaking articles for 1 week straight, little devils in the form of typos, wrong information and inconsistencies within the pages keep croppin' up!!! the only way to keep up with the massive (yes, massive. i had to delete one whole chapter..lawd!) editing was to meet up late after class or early in the morning. problem was, nobody in their right mind (except me ^^) was willing to do the pm sessions (classes, rawr) and am sessions were taken for case presentations (we just had to be there). however, a desperate chicken's gotta do, what a desperate chicken's gotta do. dragging the cranky old laptop, me and carm hid out in the second floor of the lib, confident that no one would venture up there during that early hour. my senses however told me that this was a bad, bad idear. 15 minutes through, my ci went up to us and we were screwed...SCREWED i tell ya!!! moments of shock prevented any words from forming in my mouth. Lawd, that was embarrasing. we trooped down and luckily, that ci didnt squeal on us, although she shot very nasty glances our way once in a while. talk about a dip in icy water. my heart went barruumph, barrummph. what a way to start the week. ^^
second thing: i am not a fan of my religion teacher. i just had to have her. she's a former nun, and as much as i respect them, you just cant expect anything exciting from them in a topic as juicy such as marriage (told you i am a pervert ^^ lawd, i am soooo perverted!!!). on top of that, she was boring, defensive, closed-minded....to cut the story shorter, the whole lot was dissatisfied with how she handled this class ( i mean, why can't we have sir alex!?!? or sir ubando?!?!?) my classmates decided to write a letter to the religion department, complaining of things and we signed it. i did too. hey, my grade was 86 for crying out loud. my whole college career was marked by consistent niners in religion. feeling vengeful, i signed. and woe betide us.
our teacher came in for our exam last monday and had a heart to heart talk (sob) with us, sarcasm dripping her everiy word, trying to make us guilty and admit that we were wrong. blighted devils that we are, nobody flinched. yeah, we were on offense, baby. i concede that we were wrong on some poins, but you dont tell that in front of everyone unless you want to die early. so i answered a couple of questions, dodging most issues and planted on an indifferent/bored face for the whole hour.
i have no conscience, by the way, so nope, i dont feel sorry. *devilish grin*
Wednesday, March 22, 2006
Tuesday, March 21, 2006
drats
drats and double drats...where's the archive sections!!!??!!
lawd, i need to work out these kinks...
lawd, i need to work out these kinks...
finally...a new look.
i say bye-bye to my old look and welcome the new one with my near-perfect japanese bow.
with this, i will try to post up significant and senseful entries, ones which will hopefully be free from typos (typos?what typos). also i hope to sound normal, not someone who delivers the philosophical significance of whining.
i will try to regularly put up a post, but dont expect something that has to do with the outside world. my life is complicated enough when i am me....well, ok, maybe a few take on some issues that i know (which is like....never? ^^) once in a while.
may change the look again now that i think about. but then again, go figure :-p
i say bye-bye to my old look and welcome the new one with my near-perfect japanese bow.
with this, i will try to post up significant and senseful entries, ones which will hopefully be free from typos (typos?what typos). also i hope to sound normal, not someone who delivers the philosophical significance of whining.
i will try to regularly put up a post, but dont expect something that has to do with the outside world. my life is complicated enough when i am me....well, ok, maybe a few take on some issues that i know (which is like....never? ^^) once in a while.
may change the look again now that i think about. but then again, go figure :-p
defended!
after eons of sleepless nights the dreaded day of case defense finally came...and i survived!
like any endeavor, good and bad experiences arises. the good thing, i got to know new people, visit grand houses and learn a whole lot about something. bad thing, my eyes went all puffy as the case defense drew near, and bouts of nausea and vomiting ensued. my stomach, can go off during very odd times. anyway, lazy people always abound in the group, so that pretty much spoils everything. not that this project will determine if i stay in the college or not. but the presentation will be presented in front of the whole 3rd year batch (and a few ogling 4th year and SPN students). that is incentive enough to work like a horse, going home only to change clothes. it even prompted me to drink an energy drink which kept me awake for 24 hours. needless to say, i was in snoresville for double that time.
the presentation went without a hitch but we snagged a couple of nasty comments along the way. we argued the merit of our case to one prejudiced judge (In my humble opinion, of course). i mean, if you would like to point out something that is out of place, then do so. its pointless to go 'round and 'round the bush before coming back. it wastes a lot of precious time and frankly it pisses everyone of.
then there's this thing with people who like to feel important. we are a pretty tight batch and it is the general consensus that thou shall not question thy batchmate in any way that is offensive or that can lead them to further humiliation and harm. tomatoes please....this guy (he's my batchmate, but he is so unimportant that nobody gives a damn if he exists or not...maybe that's why he tries so hard to be pompous) feels that he is such a god and that his questions should merit him the adoration of everyone. he asks stupid and pointless questions because he is stupid and pointless. if it were to me, i would hang him by his fat thumbs. but you can't have everything in life. rotten tomatoes please..........
several people really shined during the presentation. my friend, mark impressed me by the way he answered the questions. by the time their group finished, we were worshiping him as the lord of all answers. actually he is also the demi-god and chief of the pervert's club, of which i am a member...ahehehe...anyways, the batch also had discovered a veritable mine of actresses and actors. jame, starred in 2 films (as a guy and as a girl), jade was a coffee-holic suffering from ulcer, thara (our very own) was a bleeding and battered wife. i myself, vied for the best supporting role in my acting debut as a blabbermouth. egad.
the cases were closed and we returned to our normal routines with bruised egos. the verdict: not bad, not bad...glad its finally over..
like any endeavor, good and bad experiences arises. the good thing, i got to know new people, visit grand houses and learn a whole lot about something. bad thing, my eyes went all puffy as the case defense drew near, and bouts of nausea and vomiting ensued. my stomach, can go off during very odd times. anyway, lazy people always abound in the group, so that pretty much spoils everything. not that this project will determine if i stay in the college or not. but the presentation will be presented in front of the whole 3rd year batch (and a few ogling 4th year and SPN students). that is incentive enough to work like a horse, going home only to change clothes. it even prompted me to drink an energy drink which kept me awake for 24 hours. needless to say, i was in snoresville for double that time.
the presentation went without a hitch but we snagged a couple of nasty comments along the way. we argued the merit of our case to one prejudiced judge (In my humble opinion, of course). i mean, if you would like to point out something that is out of place, then do so. its pointless to go 'round and 'round the bush before coming back. it wastes a lot of precious time and frankly it pisses everyone of.
then there's this thing with people who like to feel important. we are a pretty tight batch and it is the general consensus that thou shall not question thy batchmate in any way that is offensive or that can lead them to further humiliation and harm. tomatoes please....this guy (he's my batchmate, but he is so unimportant that nobody gives a damn if he exists or not...maybe that's why he tries so hard to be pompous) feels that he is such a god and that his questions should merit him the adoration of everyone. he asks stupid and pointless questions because he is stupid and pointless. if it were to me, i would hang him by his fat thumbs. but you can't have everything in life. rotten tomatoes please..........
several people really shined during the presentation. my friend, mark impressed me by the way he answered the questions. by the time their group finished, we were worshiping him as the lord of all answers. actually he is also the demi-god and chief of the pervert's club, of which i am a member...ahehehe...anyways, the batch also had discovered a veritable mine of actresses and actors. jame, starred in 2 films (as a guy and as a girl), jade was a coffee-holic suffering from ulcer, thara (our very own) was a bleeding and battered wife. i myself, vied for the best supporting role in my acting debut as a blabbermouth. egad.
the cases were closed and we returned to our normal routines with bruised egos. the verdict: not bad, not bad...glad its finally over..
Tuesday, February 28, 2006
east meets west
for as long as i can remember, my front teeth have always been worlds apart, literally.
i remember that as a kid i used to pass candy, rice, viand or anything edible through the gap between my teeth. i also had the habit of biting my nails- rubbing the said gap in the process. years of this destructive behaviour gave me the gap-toothed smile. my teacher once nominated me to be a guest in a radio show, sponsored by a toothpaste brand. but when she saw my teeth, never mind.
now, years after my initial wish to have braces (because everybody had it and it had the potential to kill your apettite), i am the proud owner of a torture device destined to bring pain and discomfort, all for the sake of beauty.
it is true that there is pain and it is true that you cant eat. so far i have had my braces on for two months, and with the process of pulling my teeth together, the pain has only intensified. it does have its benefits. i cant eat very well so i have loss a few pounds (unfortunately, my mouth has a high pain tolerance..so after a few tentative mouthfuls, i begin to shove food down my mouth again), my smile is getting cuter (hehe) and i have developed good oral hygiene (i brush my teeth 3 times a day na...). the big, open and gaping stomatitis and constant pain makes me wanna tear my braces out.
the price of beauty is pain. the girl in ripley's had it right: beauty is pain.
and now,finally, my two front teeth have finally met~
i remember that as a kid i used to pass candy, rice, viand or anything edible through the gap between my teeth. i also had the habit of biting my nails- rubbing the said gap in the process. years of this destructive behaviour gave me the gap-toothed smile. my teacher once nominated me to be a guest in a radio show, sponsored by a toothpaste brand. but when she saw my teeth, never mind.
now, years after my initial wish to have braces (because everybody had it and it had the potential to kill your apettite), i am the proud owner of a torture device destined to bring pain and discomfort, all for the sake of beauty.
it is true that there is pain and it is true that you cant eat. so far i have had my braces on for two months, and with the process of pulling my teeth together, the pain has only intensified. it does have its benefits. i cant eat very well so i have loss a few pounds (unfortunately, my mouth has a high pain tolerance..so after a few tentative mouthfuls, i begin to shove food down my mouth again), my smile is getting cuter (hehe) and i have developed good oral hygiene (i brush my teeth 3 times a day na...). the big, open and gaping stomatitis and constant pain makes me wanna tear my braces out.
the price of beauty is pain. the girl in ripley's had it right: beauty is pain.
and now,finally, my two front teeth have finally met~
Saturday, February 11, 2006
blood week
we underwent our first-aid training last week at the red cross youth center. here's my rundown of the events.
contrary to the what you may think, first-aid training is pretty boring. we spent the first day listening to the history of the organization in the humid and warm conference hall. unfortunately for me, i was seated in the back row, the place where ventilation from the ceiling fan cannot reach. i went to school with my shirt stuck all over my back. it was probably my fault anyway. back row people never get called by instructors for recitation, their last ditch effort to make their classses interesting.
next we got lessons on anatomy and basic first aid, which went pretty fast because we did have background information on it, being nursing students and all. no doubt our instructors were competent and knowledgeable, but we couldnt help wishing for lightning to strike them down so we could go home.
action came in the form of basic life-support (CPR) and case analysis. honestly, i think most of us will have mumps by the end of the week. so many details to remember!! and my braces always snagged the mannequins' mouths...
i totally botched up our case analysis by forgetting to assess my victim, who was a mountain of a man, with a knife stuck to his belly, spitting blood all over us. you dont really mind the dirt and the stain--all you'd like to do is save the victim, even though he is such a pain in the ass. anyways, my batchmates decided to be bystanders--not a comforting thought if you saw them rallying like indians around us. victim fainted and my first thought was get him to the hospital. in real-life that's what i would have done...but technically that wasnt real life. so even though my victim is dying i still have to assess him. way to go, you just dragged your team to the abyss of failure.
adrenaline, by the way, really works. practice sessions on lifting proved that we were not fit to lift a child much more a full-grown man. however, that day was a day of surprises. we lifted our victim up and for the first time, nobody wobbled and the victim didnt fall..XD
my jeans were drenched in blood (food coloring) and smudged with mud. i brought an extra shirt but for the love of God why my jeans!!!??? i went to school as is, claiming to have been attacked by dogs.
and finally, i donated 450 cc of blood to the blood bank. yes it hurts and yes i was nervous as hell. elation follows despair, when the big needle (it has to be big as it will prevent RBC destruction) is finally removed. my blood is off to save somebody's life and i am proud of it. its a nice thing to do, and i am hoping to return on June for the second voluntary donation. i'll take this time to plug: donate your blood to the blood bank. its safe and its potentially life saving--for you and others. for more information, visit red cross blood bank XD
so my week ends in a trail of blood, fake blood for that matter.
contrary to the what you may think, first-aid training is pretty boring. we spent the first day listening to the history of the organization in the humid and warm conference hall. unfortunately for me, i was seated in the back row, the place where ventilation from the ceiling fan cannot reach. i went to school with my shirt stuck all over my back. it was probably my fault anyway. back row people never get called by instructors for recitation, their last ditch effort to make their classses interesting.
next we got lessons on anatomy and basic first aid, which went pretty fast because we did have background information on it, being nursing students and all. no doubt our instructors were competent and knowledgeable, but we couldnt help wishing for lightning to strike them down so we could go home.
action came in the form of basic life-support (CPR) and case analysis. honestly, i think most of us will have mumps by the end of the week. so many details to remember!! and my braces always snagged the mannequins' mouths...
i totally botched up our case analysis by forgetting to assess my victim, who was a mountain of a man, with a knife stuck to his belly, spitting blood all over us. you dont really mind the dirt and the stain--all you'd like to do is save the victim, even though he is such a pain in the ass. anyways, my batchmates decided to be bystanders--not a comforting thought if you saw them rallying like indians around us. victim fainted and my first thought was get him to the hospital. in real-life that's what i would have done...but technically that wasnt real life. so even though my victim is dying i still have to assess him. way to go, you just dragged your team to the abyss of failure.
adrenaline, by the way, really works. practice sessions on lifting proved that we were not fit to lift a child much more a full-grown man. however, that day was a day of surprises. we lifted our victim up and for the first time, nobody wobbled and the victim didnt fall..XD
my jeans were drenched in blood (food coloring) and smudged with mud. i brought an extra shirt but for the love of God why my jeans!!!??? i went to school as is, claiming to have been attacked by dogs.
and finally, i donated 450 cc of blood to the blood bank. yes it hurts and yes i was nervous as hell. elation follows despair, when the big needle (it has to be big as it will prevent RBC destruction) is finally removed. my blood is off to save somebody's life and i am proud of it. its a nice thing to do, and i am hoping to return on June for the second voluntary donation. i'll take this time to plug: donate your blood to the blood bank. its safe and its potentially life saving--for you and others. for more information, visit red cross blood bank XD
so my week ends in a trail of blood, fake blood for that matter.
Friday, January 27, 2006
~my ego
one thought: nursing and her minions does wonders for my self-esteem...really....
thought running through my mind: i am sarcastic, i am sarcastic....
thought running through my mind: i am sarcastic, i am sarcastic....
imperfect virgo
i dont believe in zodiac signs. but for the record, i am a virgo whose lucky star is mercury, wednesday being my lucky day.
perfectionism marks the typical virgo from her astral neighbors. the virgo loves the letter P: perfection, proper, prim, punctuality, performance....
which is entirely not me at first glance. i used to believe that i am the living proof that zodiac signs and for all that they mean and stand for were false. i am a virgo, whose favorite word begins with p, that is procrastinate, a klutz and a slob, role-model for the future late-comers without the drive or the desire to be perfect or the best. i was not meticulous. i was careless, so unlike the virgo in the sky.
i dunno 'bout you, but perhaps zodiac guidance are recessive or late-bloomers: do they manifest themselves at a later age, unconsciously as if hidden all the while in the id or the superego?? that potential line of reasoning could justify to my reactions and reflexes just now.
i am very particular about how i perform during my clinical duty. a slight mistake or insufficiency in my part will cause me to regress and fall into the deepest pits of depression. i strive to be perfect in handling conversations with my superiors, strive to be excellent in rendering care to my patients and strive to be proficient in my performance of the procedures in my profession (and what did i tell you?? i love the letter p..). normal? not if i freak out everytime i fail.
perfectionist.one with the need to reach the ideal stage of skillfullness and dexterity in a craft. extraordinary as to how i actually am one.
so the million-dollar question? zodiacs: do they really control our fate??
perfectionist that i am, i really don't think so. nah, i belive in a higher being (Him ^^) who ultimately is perfection itself.
perfectionism marks the typical virgo from her astral neighbors. the virgo loves the letter P: perfection, proper, prim, punctuality, performance....
which is entirely not me at first glance. i used to believe that i am the living proof that zodiac signs and for all that they mean and stand for were false. i am a virgo, whose favorite word begins with p, that is procrastinate, a klutz and a slob, role-model for the future late-comers without the drive or the desire to be perfect or the best. i was not meticulous. i was careless, so unlike the virgo in the sky.
i dunno 'bout you, but perhaps zodiac guidance are recessive or late-bloomers: do they manifest themselves at a later age, unconsciously as if hidden all the while in the id or the superego?? that potential line of reasoning could justify to my reactions and reflexes just now.
i am very particular about how i perform during my clinical duty. a slight mistake or insufficiency in my part will cause me to regress and fall into the deepest pits of depression. i strive to be perfect in handling conversations with my superiors, strive to be excellent in rendering care to my patients and strive to be proficient in my performance of the procedures in my profession (and what did i tell you?? i love the letter p..). normal? not if i freak out everytime i fail.
perfectionist.one with the need to reach the ideal stage of skillfullness and dexterity in a craft. extraordinary as to how i actually am one.
so the million-dollar question? zodiacs: do they really control our fate??
perfectionist that i am, i really don't think so. nah, i belive in a higher being (Him ^^) who ultimately is perfection itself.
lover's ville
every school has its own version of lover's ville. typically, it is a long stretch of land area, preferrably grassy and lined with trees (for maximum comfortability). whether it is secluded or not does not matter to the citizens of lover's ville (no, i dont care if you're studying for midterms, i need this place to snuggle up with my cuddly-wuggly, rolly-polly, candy-dandy sugar plum! Xp), for as long as they can touch, gaze, kiss (!),grope (!!!) with each other. this is the place where lovers display their love to the whole exasparated studentry, find a partner for themselves, flirt, show off and God forbid, break up. almost always, lover's ville is a public domain, despite the displayed intimacy meant for private moments. this is usually the school's center of attention, where 'mirons' and 'tambays' get to peep and push their noses in other people's smooching, i-wuv-u-wuv-me-too sessions. some even bet on the outcome of so-and-so's love life.
in my school, lover's ville is located in the kiosks, under the sprawling acacia trees. in other schools, lover's ville means the canteen, the library, the parking lot in front of the hospital (good diversional activities for recuperating patients), the backfield, the pathways (dual purpose: snuggle and judge)...in short, anywhere that is obviously public meant to be used for something essential by the public (the better to annoy mortals like you, my sweet).
never has blatant show of affection ever been so ambivalent...entertaining and grossly hilarious (oh joe! you love me!! you really love me!!) at the same time, sickening and oh so annoying.
get a room.
in my school, lover's ville is located in the kiosks, under the sprawling acacia trees. in other schools, lover's ville means the canteen, the library, the parking lot in front of the hospital (good diversional activities for recuperating patients), the backfield, the pathways (dual purpose: snuggle and judge)...in short, anywhere that is obviously public meant to be used for something essential by the public (the better to annoy mortals like you, my sweet).
never has blatant show of affection ever been so ambivalent...entertaining and grossly hilarious (oh joe! you love me!! you really love me!!) at the same time, sickening and oh so annoying.
get a room.
Wednesday, January 25, 2006
~on hiatus
to all the people out there who define themselves by their work and work alone, a word from the humble: give yourself a break before you blow a fuse.
so far, i have bought for myself a Mcdonald's meal which costed me a week's allowance, a DVD i cant see (because i dont have a DVD player), an mp3 player (which i love). i also allowed myself to enjoy touring the mall, window-shopping with friends and dishing out a few well-saved pesos for a meal or 2.
and i am actually loving it...
so far, i have bought for myself a Mcdonald's meal which costed me a week's allowance, a DVD i cant see (because i dont have a DVD player), an mp3 player (which i love). i also allowed myself to enjoy touring the mall, window-shopping with friends and dishing out a few well-saved pesos for a meal or 2.
and i am actually loving it...
Wednesday, January 11, 2006
fast break!
im in my school's computer room, so forgive me if i seem to rush *looks behind for peepers*
i dont know why im logged on to the net, instead of actually meditating for my duty later. it unnerves me, this blatant disregard for school life.
the only thing that keeps me busy nowadays are these: blogging and forums. here i try to maintain a certain semblance of regularity by dropping in once in a while, talking nonsense. in forums, i am striving to pretend that i know something about a thing which i actually know nothing about. the good part is, im actually learning here. lesson 1: dont pretend you know something when you dont: it shows. and it is embarrasing as hell.
duty-literally-calls. i cant even relax this days anymore.
i dont know why im logged on to the net, instead of actually meditating for my duty later. it unnerves me, this blatant disregard for school life.
the only thing that keeps me busy nowadays are these: blogging and forums. here i try to maintain a certain semblance of regularity by dropping in once in a while, talking nonsense. in forums, i am striving to pretend that i know something about a thing which i actually know nothing about. the good part is, im actually learning here. lesson 1: dont pretend you know something when you dont: it shows. and it is embarrasing as hell.
duty-literally-calls. i cant even relax this days anymore.
Tuesday, January 10, 2006
'06
happy new year! happy holidays!
better late than never as i say. in the spirit of the hoidays, i decided to say a little something on the subject.
christmas:
it is true that christmas is for kids. they get to receive all the attention and the gifts. its no wonder why kids love christmas. it is also true that its not the gift but the thought that counts, for teens and adults like me. combining the current crisis and one's fading charm and innocence due to the bane of all life processes called aging, its a miracle when you can find a gift with your name on it under the tree (as in milagro! tiene yo gift!!). better treat: they actually got you something you like. this christmas i received a wallet, a skirt, an organizing rack, a perfume, a scarf and a couple of much-needed hankies. and oh, my new braces. it's a bummer, coz nobody seems to realize that i like books and writing materials above all and that a simple notebook, pen or book would have made me very happy, thank you very much. on the other hand, i appreciate the fact that they actually remembered that i exist, despite competition from numerous little cousins and nieces. its a great feeling to be remembered and that is the spirit of christmas.
new year:
being a filipino is a plus when new year comes. i am proud to say that nobody celebrates new year as the filipino does. i remebered one relative saying that new year in other countries are pretty lonely, and that nothing beats the pinoy new year. we ended '05 with a bang! fireworks of all kinds lit the scene, and everybody was out and loud! it didnt matter if we didnt have the firepower-pots, cans, cooking utensils and motorcycles did the thing. new year is a very happy time here. we have food, we have family, we have noise, we have fun, we have prayer and celebration. what more can i ask for?
new year's resolution:
i dont believe in this anymore. if i didnt manage to fulfill last year's resolution, then i cant do it this year. all i hope for this new year is for my life to be fruitful with God. with Him i have evrything.
wishlist:
i need to get this thorn out...i really want these!!!
@fruits basket series, GTO series and naruto series
@cellphone
@mp3 player (ipod will be great)
@digicam!!!
happy new year!!
better late than never as i say. in the spirit of the hoidays, i decided to say a little something on the subject.
christmas:
it is true that christmas is for kids. they get to receive all the attention and the gifts. its no wonder why kids love christmas. it is also true that its not the gift but the thought that counts, for teens and adults like me. combining the current crisis and one's fading charm and innocence due to the bane of all life processes called aging, its a miracle when you can find a gift with your name on it under the tree (as in milagro! tiene yo gift!!). better treat: they actually got you something you like. this christmas i received a wallet, a skirt, an organizing rack, a perfume, a scarf and a couple of much-needed hankies. and oh, my new braces. it's a bummer, coz nobody seems to realize that i like books and writing materials above all and that a simple notebook, pen or book would have made me very happy, thank you very much. on the other hand, i appreciate the fact that they actually remembered that i exist, despite competition from numerous little cousins and nieces. its a great feeling to be remembered and that is the spirit of christmas.
new year:
being a filipino is a plus when new year comes. i am proud to say that nobody celebrates new year as the filipino does. i remebered one relative saying that new year in other countries are pretty lonely, and that nothing beats the pinoy new year. we ended '05 with a bang! fireworks of all kinds lit the scene, and everybody was out and loud! it didnt matter if we didnt have the firepower-pots, cans, cooking utensils and motorcycles did the thing. new year is a very happy time here. we have food, we have family, we have noise, we have fun, we have prayer and celebration. what more can i ask for?
new year's resolution:
i dont believe in this anymore. if i didnt manage to fulfill last year's resolution, then i cant do it this year. all i hope for this new year is for my life to be fruitful with God. with Him i have evrything.
wishlist:
i need to get this thorn out...i really want these!!!
@fruits basket series, GTO series and naruto series
@cellphone
@mp3 player (ipod will be great)
@digicam!!!
happy new year!!
Wednesday, December 28, 2005
the original sim
this whole 'unlimited' mania via network to network texting, serves not to unite and draw people closer. instead, it tends to divide the users and alienate those who are not of their kind. despite the obvious joys in being able to text till you drop, it's not too fun when you have the one sim that cannot be texted.
the whole point of dishing out this privilege is to encourage people to switch from their old sims to new ones. for a few measly pesos, a maintaining balance of P1, you get to text every entry in your phonebook (this is saying something as some phonebooks contain like 300 entries) for a day, 3 days or even a whole week- as long as they are of the same network. many of my friends instantly got hook, and went 'unli ako' , which by the way is really irritating. however, as one of the few who maintains a 'one-sim' policy only, this whole 'unli' thing is unfair!
maintaining the P1 balance is so crucial that 'unli' texters create a whole hubble of their own. they are sooo involved with their own 'unli' universe, connecting with other 'unli' people, that they totally forget other un-unli people exist. they seem to forget that the purpose of a phone is after all to connect and maintain relationships with other people, not alienate them and leave them- or their sims- out to rot.
the complete isolation that i experienced (i had no idea as to what was going on in the world- i only realized that something had happened, after it happened!) i was compelled to break my 'one-sim' policy. what use is your sim if nobody even dares send you a message for fear of losing their 'unli' privilege? as the adage goes, if you cant stop them, join them. now i have 3 different sims to suit the needs of the times. however, i dont like the consequences. right now, i have to switch from one sim to another almost at a frantic pace, and my phone is taking its toll. my friends and classmates do not know whether to text one number or another. i have lost contact with other people, even when i gained contact with the other. maintaining two sims with one phone is frustrating for both the owner and the company she keeps. and this is exactly what i did. i wished i never even bought another sim!
despite the perks and the ups i have had with my other sim (free text to all networks for 11 days!), i am glad that the unli frenzy is over. no more alienation, no more isolation, no more people feeling rejected. now its back to my original sim.
the whole point of dishing out this privilege is to encourage people to switch from their old sims to new ones. for a few measly pesos, a maintaining balance of P1, you get to text every entry in your phonebook (this is saying something as some phonebooks contain like 300 entries) for a day, 3 days or even a whole week- as long as they are of the same network. many of my friends instantly got hook, and went 'unli ako' , which by the way is really irritating. however, as one of the few who maintains a 'one-sim' policy only, this whole 'unli' thing is unfair!
maintaining the P1 balance is so crucial that 'unli' texters create a whole hubble of their own. they are sooo involved with their own 'unli' universe, connecting with other 'unli' people, that they totally forget other un-unli people exist. they seem to forget that the purpose of a phone is after all to connect and maintain relationships with other people, not alienate them and leave them- or their sims- out to rot.
the complete isolation that i experienced (i had no idea as to what was going on in the world- i only realized that something had happened, after it happened!) i was compelled to break my 'one-sim' policy. what use is your sim if nobody even dares send you a message for fear of losing their 'unli' privilege? as the adage goes, if you cant stop them, join them. now i have 3 different sims to suit the needs of the times. however, i dont like the consequences. right now, i have to switch from one sim to another almost at a frantic pace, and my phone is taking its toll. my friends and classmates do not know whether to text one number or another. i have lost contact with other people, even when i gained contact with the other. maintaining two sims with one phone is frustrating for both the owner and the company she keeps. and this is exactly what i did. i wished i never even bought another sim!
despite the perks and the ups i have had with my other sim (free text to all networks for 11 days!), i am glad that the unli frenzy is over. no more alienation, no more isolation, no more people feeling rejected. now its back to my original sim.
Saturday, December 24, 2005
junior bliss and blues
now that i think about it, i'm a junior.
*silence
that's basically the train of thought that bothered/delighted/surprised me now that i have the time to actually do nothing.
so, for the sophies, freshies and those who are still below the junior line, some tidbits on the bliss and blues on being a junior:
bliss:
1. you get to lord your presence over people. seniors are still ahead of you in this department, but they pretty much let you have you way. training for your primadonna days to come..^^v
2. tardiness and absences privilege. contrary to popular beliefs, teachers are pretty lenient with your lateness and absences. see those upperclassmen strutting their stuff? they're actually late. but do they care?nooo000o...
3. pasang awa grades. teachers do have hearts. as juniors and seniors, they tend to pass you for the sake of passing. kakaawa naman rin pag nahulog ka pa sa minors mo for the nth time.
4. great schedules. for some, mind you. you do practically nothing. even in duty hours you get lots of free time (you coerce the younger years to do the job for you,ahihi)
5. daydreams. this is the year where you get to dream. remember the adage 'so near yet so far? holds true here. you'll start planning your future, even start networking and all. be careful, mind. dont count your chickens until they hatch.
and then some. ok for the flip side.
blues
1. pressure. yeah they still exist. double even. not only in the academic arena, but in the extracurricular activities as well. remember, you are the next in line for the leadership department in your college so most of the brunt of the work is bequethed to you and your lazy a$$. holds true for nursing students. pressure to study is definitely here
2. exam prospects. you get the jitters for the exams (i.e. board, CG..) this early. you see your seniors suffering and it actually transfers. no wonder the fashion statement for the juniors are racoon-eyes and saliva-crusted lips.
3. hypochondriac-syndrome. too much exposure and studying of diseases will cause you to manifest the symptoms. dont be surprise if you actually start suspecting that you have ulcer, cancer or are pregnant. its part of the job. hmm...are you???
not much blues neh?? actually i dont like to delve more into it.
see you in your junior years.
*silence
that's basically the train of thought that bothered/delighted/surprised me now that i have the time to actually do nothing.
so, for the sophies, freshies and those who are still below the junior line, some tidbits on the bliss and blues on being a junior:
bliss:
1. you get to lord your presence over people. seniors are still ahead of you in this department, but they pretty much let you have you way. training for your primadonna days to come..^^v
2. tardiness and absences privilege. contrary to popular beliefs, teachers are pretty lenient with your lateness and absences. see those upperclassmen strutting their stuff? they're actually late. but do they care?nooo000o...
3. pasang awa grades. teachers do have hearts. as juniors and seniors, they tend to pass you for the sake of passing. kakaawa naman rin pag nahulog ka pa sa minors mo for the nth time.
4. great schedules. for some, mind you. you do practically nothing. even in duty hours you get lots of free time (you coerce the younger years to do the job for you,ahihi)
5. daydreams. this is the year where you get to dream. remember the adage 'so near yet so far? holds true here. you'll start planning your future, even start networking and all. be careful, mind. dont count your chickens until they hatch.
and then some. ok for the flip side.
blues
1. pressure. yeah they still exist. double even. not only in the academic arena, but in the extracurricular activities as well. remember, you are the next in line for the leadership department in your college so most of the brunt of the work is bequethed to you and your lazy a$$. holds true for nursing students. pressure to study is definitely here
2. exam prospects. you get the jitters for the exams (i.e. board, CG..) this early. you see your seniors suffering and it actually transfers. no wonder the fashion statement for the juniors are racoon-eyes and saliva-crusted lips.
3. hypochondriac-syndrome. too much exposure and studying of diseases will cause you to manifest the symptoms. dont be surprise if you actually start suspecting that you have ulcer, cancer or are pregnant. its part of the job. hmm...are you???
not much blues neh?? actually i dont like to delve more into it.
see you in your junior years.
Wednesday, December 07, 2005
blowing off steam pipol
long time.
yeah time. time is a luxury i dont have. well you could also include a computer, phone, home connection...gets?? cant indulge the habit. but i guess its not a habit unless you do it, like, everyday. blogging is definitely not a habit then. hobby?? sure. only i obsess about it sometimes, so its more than a hobby. obsession? its like always. i did say sometimes. *chucks the idea of blogging as a habit/hobby/obsession in the drawer of the things i can never figure out*
to start something is one thing. to continue on doing it is another. my attention span this days is approximately an hour and a half in classroom lectures, 30 minutes maximum in cloudy weather. hmmm, another case of attention deficit disorder. my point?? oooooohhhh look at the fancy graphics!!! cool, awesome! hey i wonder what would happen if i do this...???
guess you could call me lucky. 2 weeks...2 weeks of freedom from classes, and total boredom. after all vacation is a day where you do nothing for the whole day. 2 weeks of that and i am biting my toenails. the sleep is good, the rest and relaxation is better. but (yeah kill me now!) i miss the pressure and fun of school routine and work. it keeps the ol' think-tank busy (if i have one ahehehe). then there's the bread..the dough..the money. *intermission: throwing a tantrum...aaaahh i wanna get rich sooo badly!!!~
i am finally returning to my roots!! slam dunk reruns here i come. its good to look back to where you come from. ultimately they are the comforts that are constant in a world that changes every second. i cant keep up with the cost of living today, hence i miss out the comforts of today. im glad i have rukawa and micchy to cheer me up. oldies are always the goodies.
we won? my gosh we won? yeah, another fiesta down and BSN holds on to their title. i am actually proud *sheepish grin* you cant go on hating them when you're one of them right. its actually kind of nice to be here. so there ya go. another confession.
i wanna do something relevant, something significant and worthwhile. *cheese!!!its positively dripping with cheese!!*
whew! i needed that. till the next steam arrives...
yeah time. time is a luxury i dont have. well you could also include a computer, phone, home connection...gets?? cant indulge the habit. but i guess its not a habit unless you do it, like, everyday. blogging is definitely not a habit then. hobby?? sure. only i obsess about it sometimes, so its more than a hobby. obsession? its like always. i did say sometimes. *chucks the idea of blogging as a habit/hobby/obsession in the drawer of the things i can never figure out*
to start something is one thing. to continue on doing it is another. my attention span this days is approximately an hour and a half in classroom lectures, 30 minutes maximum in cloudy weather. hmmm, another case of attention deficit disorder. my point?? oooooohhhh look at the fancy graphics!!! cool, awesome! hey i wonder what would happen if i do this...???
guess you could call me lucky. 2 weeks...2 weeks of freedom from classes, and total boredom. after all vacation is a day where you do nothing for the whole day. 2 weeks of that and i am biting my toenails. the sleep is good, the rest and relaxation is better. but (yeah kill me now!) i miss the pressure and fun of school routine and work. it keeps the ol' think-tank busy (if i have one ahehehe). then there's the bread..the dough..the money. *intermission: throwing a tantrum...aaaahh i wanna get rich sooo badly!!!~
i am finally returning to my roots!! slam dunk reruns here i come. its good to look back to where you come from. ultimately they are the comforts that are constant in a world that changes every second. i cant keep up with the cost of living today, hence i miss out the comforts of today. im glad i have rukawa and micchy to cheer me up. oldies are always the goodies.
we won? my gosh we won? yeah, another fiesta down and BSN holds on to their title. i am actually proud *sheepish grin* you cant go on hating them when you're one of them right. its actually kind of nice to be here. so there ya go. another confession.
i wanna do something relevant, something significant and worthwhile. *cheese!!!its positively dripping with cheese!!*
whew! i needed that. till the next steam arrives...
my crappy existence
*can fall under the category of existensialistic crap
ok, here's my confession. i am a nobody. as much as i would try to be somebody, the elusive identity just, well, eludes me. i am in the middle of a late-adolescence identity crisis. my crisis: who the hell am i? yah, u hear it everyday from angsty, rebellious and depressed teenagers. i dont fall in any of those categories. angsty..nah, rebellious...nah, depressed..not. hell i cant even identify with the classified subgroups of the teenage world.
it boils down to one thing right?? to fit and be recognized.
so what to do, me asks? go to the old staple: pretend to be someone else. unfortunately u cant. as much as u would actually like to be someone else, to be smart, to be witty, to be cool the true u will always manage to creep out and infest your current image.
i wanna be me. but then who the hell am i anyway?
i have a crappy existence. and i cant do anything about it.
awww.
ok, here's my confession. i am a nobody. as much as i would try to be somebody, the elusive identity just, well, eludes me. i am in the middle of a late-adolescence identity crisis. my crisis: who the hell am i? yah, u hear it everyday from angsty, rebellious and depressed teenagers. i dont fall in any of those categories. angsty..nah, rebellious...nah, depressed..not. hell i cant even identify with the classified subgroups of the teenage world.
it boils down to one thing right?? to fit and be recognized.
so what to do, me asks? go to the old staple: pretend to be someone else. unfortunately u cant. as much as u would actually like to be someone else, to be smart, to be witty, to be cool the true u will always manage to creep out and infest your current image.
i wanna be me. but then who the hell am i anyway?
i have a crappy existence. and i cant do anything about it.
awww.
Tuesday, September 27, 2005
expletives
recently, i caught myself saying the F-word. for those who are familiar with the Filipino culture, such a word is considered as a capital crime, and make no mistake, hours later, you'll still be foaming in the mouth after your mum made you wash your mouth. the f-word was unthinkable and used for the most devious and desperate occasions. imagine my surprise when i found myself saying f**k, as well as other 4-letter expletives, without flinching. its an achievement, considering i have been overusing the now stale syet ( a variation of sh*t) and p*t*!...my vocabulary has taken on a new level. from coarse name-calling to sophisticated cussing. do i think cussing is a habit of the rich and socialite??no...its self-expression.
yesterday i would have been shocked to hear myself, but now, i dont mind. after being a sheltered kid for most of my life, i am now beginning to find independence in college. just because i like cussing now does not mean that i dont have manners. one of the greatest misconception of human beings is by labeling their fellow people. the way i act or speak does not reflect who i truly am. just because ive been cussing fluently for a week does not mean i am an unpleasant person. i believe its a part of growing up, breaking the mold people imposed upon you and finally getting to live your life as you want it...the way you want it.
mind you, i still dont say the f-word out loud at home. i am still a practical person.
my influences for my cuss-vocab spurt?? friends, class and movies (most notable of which is Closer...i could not believe my ears...but great script people). my friend tells me to slow than a little bit, but once i start i cant seem to stop. the phonetics of that 4-letter word is mesmerizing and addicting. besides, people dont gasp and go oh-my-gosh-she-said-the-u-know-what-word!! when i say it. as the old adage goes, everybody's doing it. but then, i guess my friend's right to. control is a must...u can always blast every expletive u know at somebody who deserves it much later...wahehe
oh well then...WTF???
yesterday i would have been shocked to hear myself, but now, i dont mind. after being a sheltered kid for most of my life, i am now beginning to find independence in college. just because i like cussing now does not mean that i dont have manners. one of the greatest misconception of human beings is by labeling their fellow people. the way i act or speak does not reflect who i truly am. just because ive been cussing fluently for a week does not mean i am an unpleasant person. i believe its a part of growing up, breaking the mold people imposed upon you and finally getting to live your life as you want it...the way you want it.
mind you, i still dont say the f-word out loud at home. i am still a practical person.
my influences for my cuss-vocab spurt?? friends, class and movies (most notable of which is Closer...i could not believe my ears...but great script people). my friend tells me to slow than a little bit, but once i start i cant seem to stop. the phonetics of that 4-letter word is mesmerizing and addicting. besides, people dont gasp and go oh-my-gosh-she-said-the-u-know-what-word!! when i say it. as the old adage goes, everybody's doing it. but then, i guess my friend's right to. control is a must...u can always blast every expletive u know at somebody who deserves it much later...wahehe
oh well then...WTF???
Friday, September 02, 2005
time freak
im no dictionary, but in my life i have coined a new term for myself-time freak...a freak of time..haha..
what is a time freak? n my experience i didnt know i was a time freak until my irritated pointed out to me that i have been glancing at my watch for the nth time. so what right? problem was, i wasnt going anywhere.
it has become my habit--glancing at my watch for a gazillion times a dy, as if i had an involuntary twitch in my arm. i'd stare at my watch and compute how many minutes have passed since i looked at it last.
now that i think about it, i just dont like to waste time--i dont want to spend it either. i'd lie all day in bed, getting the rest i think i deserve and when i look at the time, behold! i tear my hair out and throw a tantrum that would make any 4-year-old proud just because its already noon (wowowee time?"?) and i just wasted 4 freaking hours!!!
my mom think its funny as in funny haha. i dont think so. it drives me crazy, this watch-looking-time-computing-what-have-i-done-in-the-last-second- habit. its exhausting if you ask me.
i think i got this from school. in a course wer every second counts (not to mention classmates who are so time conscious) its no wonder that my watch has become my best friend and my worst enemy.
okay, my arms twitching again.
i wont look....i wont look...c'mon pipol say this with me..i....wo....wooiii....wiillllll...look!!!
grrraaagh!!!
its 3 pm. i dont have classes until 6:30 pm.
cool.
....what happened to the freaking 3 hours before now!!!!!????...
oh dear....
i am a time freak....sigh...welcome...
what is a time freak? n my experience i didnt know i was a time freak until my irritated pointed out to me that i have been glancing at my watch for the nth time. so what right? problem was, i wasnt going anywhere.
it has become my habit--glancing at my watch for a gazillion times a dy, as if i had an involuntary twitch in my arm. i'd stare at my watch and compute how many minutes have passed since i looked at it last.
now that i think about it, i just dont like to waste time--i dont want to spend it either. i'd lie all day in bed, getting the rest i think i deserve and when i look at the time, behold! i tear my hair out and throw a tantrum that would make any 4-year-old proud just because its already noon (wowowee time?"?) and i just wasted 4 freaking hours!!!
my mom think its funny as in funny haha. i dont think so. it drives me crazy, this watch-looking-time-computing-what-have-i-done-in-the-last-second- habit. its exhausting if you ask me.
i think i got this from school. in a course wer every second counts (not to mention classmates who are so time conscious) its no wonder that my watch has become my best friend and my worst enemy.
okay, my arms twitching again.
i wont look....i wont look...c'mon pipol say this with me..i....wo....wooiii....wiillllll...look!!!
grrraaagh!!!
its 3 pm. i dont have classes until 6:30 pm.
cool.
....what happened to the freaking 3 hours before now!!!!!????...
oh dear....
i am a time freak....sigh...welcome...
Friday, August 12, 2005
hustle and bustle
midterms up and yes i am hustling and i am bustling. there are loads of photocopies to be scanned and studied (hopefully they'll permeate into my already very soggy and overworked brain) plus the fact that i have to cough up 23 thousand pesos and something to be able to get the exam..what in the world is our world coming to??
don't wanna mention it no more but yeah bombs are a thing agen in zamboanga. i hate it zamboanga gets dragged into other people's dirt. i dont want to be rude but please bomb ur own places next time. really...was in school that time and i was scares sh*tless.
on a lighter note, korean movies really cheer me up. i watched love so divine yesterday and although it didnt come up to my expectation it was better than our own pinoy movies. loved the story and the musical portion in the church.
nothing much left. except my exams.yeah, really bad. i'd ban all exams if it wer up to me but hey....
don't wanna mention it no more but yeah bombs are a thing agen in zamboanga. i hate it zamboanga gets dragged into other people's dirt. i dont want to be rude but please bomb ur own places next time. really...was in school that time and i was scares sh*tless.
on a lighter note, korean movies really cheer me up. i watched love so divine yesterday and although it didnt come up to my expectation it was better than our own pinoy movies. loved the story and the musical portion in the church.
nothing much left. except my exams.yeah, really bad. i'd ban all exams if it wer up to me but hey....
Sunday, August 07, 2005
huff and puffing
i try to be loyal to my school and to my college. its because i am a part of it and for the remainder of my college life, my college--hook,line and sinker--will be like my second family (its so harry potter...). i try, but often times i fail.
its been 2 years since my inauguration in the college of Nursing, so i decided that i maybe a tad bit unreasonable. what do i hate about my college?
words fail me. everything?
ok so im prejudiced. but i cant help it.
let's see. the fees. it has to be the fees. its gotta be the fees. plus the wagon that comes with it. ok so most nursing studs of the blue eagle university are freaking rich but that does not necessarily do justice for all of us. frankly, im here working my ass off so that i could be rich beyond my wildest dreams. so i get pissed off whenever somebody comes trotting in the room asking for contributions for this and that and whatever. and wen u protest they'll say something like " Laaaawwwd, its only a measly 50 pesos. 10 pesos per week can do it. then u'll have this and that and yakity-yakity-yak-yak...." hello?!! for a measly 50 pesos i could placate my ever salivating mouth and appease my constantly empty stomach...and i can go home. i dont give a hoot about your funds or if 50 is simply measly for you...im not giving.
maybe its the people.yeah maybe. although i know a lot of nice and friendly pipol, most are what i call nursing-loyalists--people who survive by kissing teachers ass,rectum,sigmoid and ad infinitum. their the pipol who whine everytime they get low scores and force the teachers to reconsider or worse, to disregard the exam (hello!!i mean are my eyebags invisible?or can't u understand the meaning of my snores and nods in class??). its a tough course, nursing. but dont make it hell for others just because your head is so far up the teachers ass that we cant see wer u start and the teacher ends.
pretty harsh. so unlike me. but oh hell, i started already.
teachers. gotta be. i only like 2 of them.one is extremely kind (but has problems with teaching) while the other is exceptional. the other 2 are sarcastic, pompous and menopausal (figuratively speaking). stop promoting disunity among the batch and start teaching. and they go on pretending that the programs are designed to promote camaraderie and socialization. my native-chavacano-brown ass.
oh and speaking of socialization, what about the acquaintance party?yeah they gave out incentives since majority didnt want to go. they got angry see? what happened to the dialogue propagated by none other than St. Ignatius??that one has to hear and inform the concerned before making a decision?? have u ever even asked if we even wanted a party??
i'll stop.
i dont want to elevate my blood pressure anymore.
its been 2 years since my inauguration in the college of Nursing, so i decided that i maybe a tad bit unreasonable. what do i hate about my college?
words fail me. everything?
ok so im prejudiced. but i cant help it.
let's see. the fees. it has to be the fees. its gotta be the fees. plus the wagon that comes with it. ok so most nursing studs of the blue eagle university are freaking rich but that does not necessarily do justice for all of us. frankly, im here working my ass off so that i could be rich beyond my wildest dreams. so i get pissed off whenever somebody comes trotting in the room asking for contributions for this and that and whatever. and wen u protest they'll say something like " Laaaawwwd, its only a measly 50 pesos. 10 pesos per week can do it. then u'll have this and that and yakity-yakity-yak-yak...." hello?!! for a measly 50 pesos i could placate my ever salivating mouth and appease my constantly empty stomach...and i can go home. i dont give a hoot about your funds or if 50 is simply measly for you...im not giving.
maybe its the people.yeah maybe. although i know a lot of nice and friendly pipol, most are what i call nursing-loyalists--people who survive by kissing teachers ass,rectum,sigmoid and ad infinitum. their the pipol who whine everytime they get low scores and force the teachers to reconsider or worse, to disregard the exam (hello!!i mean are my eyebags invisible?or can't u understand the meaning of my snores and nods in class??). its a tough course, nursing. but dont make it hell for others just because your head is so far up the teachers ass that we cant see wer u start and the teacher ends.
pretty harsh. so unlike me. but oh hell, i started already.
teachers. gotta be. i only like 2 of them.one is extremely kind (but has problems with teaching) while the other is exceptional. the other 2 are sarcastic, pompous and menopausal (figuratively speaking). stop promoting disunity among the batch and start teaching. and they go on pretending that the programs are designed to promote camaraderie and socialization. my native-chavacano-brown ass.
oh and speaking of socialization, what about the acquaintance party?yeah they gave out incentives since majority didnt want to go. they got angry see? what happened to the dialogue propagated by none other than St. Ignatius??that one has to hear and inform the concerned before making a decision?? have u ever even asked if we even wanted a party??
i'll stop.
i dont want to elevate my blood pressure anymore.
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