Domingo, Outubro 31, 2004
Something Wicked This Way Comes
The previous was such a long post.
Today was... okay. As ordinary as the days past. I spent most of my day on the first floor. I helped my mother prepare lunch and salad in the kitchen. The entire family's actually gone crazy over Ceasar/green salads. After the exquisite Cibo and KFC's Salad D'lite experience, Mama and Ate Nik decided to buy packs of fresh mix greens from Market! Market! and also experimented ingredients to come up with homemade vinaigrette, a dressing to complement the greens, so they could always satisfy their urge. The whole meal was healthy, low-fat, and very delectable, to say the least.
I, to tell you the truth, am in no mood to write. Though I'm not sure why I'm still posting something here.
Maybe I've watched too much television today. At every channel, they talk about the supernatural. The Simpsons even had special Halloween cartoon series, which aired for about an entire day, and it entertained me so much. I also enjoyed listening to the famous stars' stories in the local channels. I used to evade those kinds of shows during Halloween because they're so silly. They had to do re-enactments of the creepy experiences and then from there I'd see those people acting as kapre and white ladies and others and I would suddenly just find myself rupturing my spleen from laughing so hard. They tried in vain to make all frightening as hell. Comedy 'to, Chong. I had to tolerate the insufferable scary programs, though, since there'd be nothing else interesting to watch for the next couple of days.
Anyway, it's almost midnight. Time is running. I got to go, still have to mutate into something daunting. I'm Lady Macbeth gone mad. Happy Halloween.
Today was... okay. As ordinary as the days past. I spent most of my day on the first floor. I helped my mother prepare lunch and salad in the kitchen. The entire family's actually gone crazy over Ceasar/green salads. After the exquisite Cibo and KFC's Salad D'lite experience, Mama and Ate Nik decided to buy packs of fresh mix greens from Market! Market! and also experimented ingredients to come up with homemade vinaigrette, a dressing to complement the greens, so they could always satisfy their urge. The whole meal was healthy, low-fat, and very delectable, to say the least.
I, to tell you the truth, am in no mood to write. Though I'm not sure why I'm still posting something here.
Maybe I've watched too much television today. At every channel, they talk about the supernatural. The Simpsons even had special Halloween cartoon series, which aired for about an entire day, and it entertained me so much. I also enjoyed listening to the famous stars' stories in the local channels. I used to evade those kinds of shows during Halloween because they're so silly. They had to do re-enactments of the creepy experiences and then from there I'd see those people acting as kapre and white ladies and others and I would suddenly just find myself rupturing my spleen from laughing so hard. They tried in vain to make all frightening as hell. Comedy 'to, Chong. I had to tolerate the insufferable scary programs, though, since there'd be nothing else interesting to watch for the next couple of days.
Anyway, it's almost midnight. Time is running. I got to go, still have to mutate into something daunting. I'm Lady Macbeth gone mad. Happy Halloween.
Carnaval took a nap at 10:55:00 PM
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Sábado, Outubro 30, 2004
Warning: Extreme Incoherence Ahead
I'm soo bored in the house. There's nothing to do here. Especially now that I think my body clock had suddenly shifted a hundred and eighty degrees so that I've become nocturnal this vacation. Boy, I don't even watch the television to entertain me (okay, not at all really. I just can't stand sitting in front the television screen for more than an hour, endlessly switching channels when there's really nothing nice to watch in there). And nobody even dares to talk to me over the telephone. Which doesn't bother me at all, as a matter of fact, because I don't want to go and talk to them either. I've always been like this toward telephone calls for more than four years now and I think I'm better off without kibitzers on the other line. Telephone calls in this house are only for my youngest sister, Ciarra, that's why I never dared to answer them. It stuns me how she could firmly place the receiver on her ear overnight and just talk to her friend about senseless, nasty things. Oh yeah, I remember myself doing that too some years ago, but how come Ciarra never seems to overcome this telebabad issue?
My routine for the day for my remaining days of hibernation is just simple, meaning not complex and overly dreadful. I'd be waking up at eleven in the morning but I won't be doing anything 'productive' after that. I'd be staying in bed and start to think, probably of what I have dreamt the night before. Believe me, this is one of the reasons why I suddenly get eternal headaches throughout the day because often I can't recall how my dream went so I rack my brain. My dreams just disappear right away once you wake up. Like burst bubbles. I hate it when bubbles burst. Actually, I pity them since their life expectancy barely reaches five seconds.
From bed, I go directly to our bathroom adjacent to my sisters' room to empty my bladder, wash the drool and dirt off my face and whatnot. You should go see our bathroom on the second floor. It's one of the coziest places in the house and the best place to do anything you want without having anyone to witness your peculiarities (except for the house pets. Och, they wouldn't mind, really. They just want to drink from the douser). Strange behaviors like singing, acting in front of the mirror, and soliloquizing. You may think I'm nuts if I say that I soliloquize all the time, everywhere, just to keep myself busy. There are so much things running in my brain and it drives me crazy sometimes that I need to express it out. I love to do monologues maybe because I am also really lousy at speeches that I'm starting to think I would be flunking my upcoming rhetoric class this second semester.
I eat at a schedule different from my family members'. Often I eat alone but being alone doesn't make my eating meals any less enjoyable. I suppose I'm just not a wholesome person that's why no one wants to eat with me. No, I'm only exaggerating because the coolest person in the face of Mars is me. I thrive on methane and vapor and you don't, that's why I'm cool.
After that hearty meal, I go upstairs, back to bed to play rough games with Freia. I let her bite my feet and hands because she finds joy in biting them. Not that I'm trying to be a masochist. I'm a pretty sensible pet owner and I don't like to deprive my pets of their happiness. Freia's bites don't usually hurt like hell. She just wants to play with you. But sometimes she gets too frolic that she tends to bite deeper and when that happens I punch her in the nose. Freia would get stunned at the blow but would eventually bite you again just to get even.
And then we both would get our afternoon nap.
Tired from fooling around with Freia, I'd sleep for 100 years and wake up to find myself in a really dark room. The time would be at around midnight and my nocturnal activities would start by then. Alright, I missed yesterday's merienda and supper but I don't mind. I could always look for food remnants on the fridge and eat away like a scavenger.
During midnight, I don't turn the television on because I find the TV boring most of the time and that accounts for my ignorance with whatever's happening in current affairs, showbiz, commercials and MTV. It's depressing I am no longer updated with the new songs and music videos. I get the information from Ava's singing, though. And now that she's gone... Boy, what am I supposed to do now?
Anyway, I basically don't do anything at midnight besides surfing the Internet. I visit the usual sites: my two Yahoo mail accounts, Gmail account, Friendster account, Orkut account, and above all, my beautiful bloggy and my friends' bloggies. When I have something to say, I write a post for my bloggy. Sometimes I download mp3 from IRC. And when I'm feeling really restless, provided that I still have lots of hours in my card to use up, I visit Tinig, Peyups and Pinoy Exchange to read whatever's interesting to read in there. While surfing, I listen to the usual songs in my mp3 playlist. Had you heard my songs that are mostly in Spanish and Portuguese, you'd think you would rather chew your arm off than listen to my playlist. (Och, now you know I could be so boring as John Kerry. Can you imagine what it would be like if he were to be the next president of the USA? I could see people slowly falling asleep while he renders his State of the Nation(?) address. Wala lang.)
I'm struggling to return my 'zeal' in reading books to serve as my escape from reality and boredom. Dearest advised me not to force myself to read because it's not good. Anyway, I've been reading a mystery book by Simon Hawke, A Mystery of Errors. It's a funny novel and it has Shakespeare as one of its characters. I am never used to reading mystery novels but since I went so captivated by Dan Brown's Da Vinci Code, I began to like them. However when I decided to look for information about Hawke's novel, I learned that the content hasn't been properly researched, that there were too many flaws on the Elizabethan setting. Wala lang.
After having visited all the sites I could contrive, I shut the pretty computer off, turn off all the other lights, and prepare for sleep. I would look out the window and see the gray atmosphere. Sun would shine in no time. Yep, my day has just ended. I would sleep contentedly with my snoozing Freia beside me, and dream until 11 in the morning. The cycle goes on.
So yeah, that's what I basically do everyday. My house is a fortress because I sort off make it that way. I can't even go out to some place enjoyable because I have no money. It's that simple.
My routine for the day for my remaining days of hibernation is just simple, meaning not complex and overly dreadful. I'd be waking up at eleven in the morning but I won't be doing anything 'productive' after that. I'd be staying in bed and start to think, probably of what I have dreamt the night before. Believe me, this is one of the reasons why I suddenly get eternal headaches throughout the day because often I can't recall how my dream went so I rack my brain. My dreams just disappear right away once you wake up. Like burst bubbles. I hate it when bubbles burst. Actually, I pity them since their life expectancy barely reaches five seconds.
From bed, I go directly to our bathroom adjacent to my sisters' room to empty my bladder, wash the drool and dirt off my face and whatnot. You should go see our bathroom on the second floor. It's one of the coziest places in the house and the best place to do anything you want without having anyone to witness your peculiarities (except for the house pets. Och, they wouldn't mind, really. They just want to drink from the douser). Strange behaviors like singing, acting in front of the mirror, and soliloquizing. You may think I'm nuts if I say that I soliloquize all the time, everywhere, just to keep myself busy. There are so much things running in my brain and it drives me crazy sometimes that I need to express it out. I love to do monologues maybe because I am also really lousy at speeches that I'm starting to think I would be flunking my upcoming rhetoric class this second semester.
I eat at a schedule different from my family members'. Often I eat alone but being alone doesn't make my eating meals any less enjoyable. I suppose I'm just not a wholesome person that's why no one wants to eat with me. No, I'm only exaggerating because the coolest person in the face of Mars is me. I thrive on methane and vapor and you don't, that's why I'm cool.
After that hearty meal, I go upstairs, back to bed to play rough games with Freia. I let her bite my feet and hands because she finds joy in biting them. Not that I'm trying to be a masochist. I'm a pretty sensible pet owner and I don't like to deprive my pets of their happiness. Freia's bites don't usually hurt like hell. She just wants to play with you. But sometimes she gets too frolic that she tends to bite deeper and when that happens I punch her in the nose. Freia would get stunned at the blow but would eventually bite you again just to get even.
And then we both would get our afternoon nap.
Tired from fooling around with Freia, I'd sleep for 100 years and wake up to find myself in a really dark room. The time would be at around midnight and my nocturnal activities would start by then. Alright, I missed yesterday's merienda and supper but I don't mind. I could always look for food remnants on the fridge and eat away like a scavenger.
During midnight, I don't turn the television on because I find the TV boring most of the time and that accounts for my ignorance with whatever's happening in current affairs, showbiz, commercials and MTV. It's depressing I am no longer updated with the new songs and music videos. I get the information from Ava's singing, though. And now that she's gone... Boy, what am I supposed to do now?
Anyway, I basically don't do anything at midnight besides surfing the Internet. I visit the usual sites: my two Yahoo mail accounts, Gmail account, Friendster account, Orkut account, and above all, my beautiful bloggy and my friends' bloggies. When I have something to say, I write a post for my bloggy. Sometimes I download mp3 from IRC. And when I'm feeling really restless, provided that I still have lots of hours in my card to use up, I visit Tinig, Peyups and Pinoy Exchange to read whatever's interesting to read in there. While surfing, I listen to the usual songs in my mp3 playlist. Had you heard my songs that are mostly in Spanish and Portuguese, you'd think you would rather chew your arm off than listen to my playlist. (Och, now you know I could be so boring as John Kerry. Can you imagine what it would be like if he were to be the next president of the USA? I could see people slowly falling asleep while he renders his State of the Nation(?) address. Wala lang.)
I'm struggling to return my 'zeal' in reading books to serve as my escape from reality and boredom. Dearest advised me not to force myself to read because it's not good. Anyway, I've been reading a mystery book by Simon Hawke, A Mystery of Errors. It's a funny novel and it has Shakespeare as one of its characters. I am never used to reading mystery novels but since I went so captivated by Dan Brown's Da Vinci Code, I began to like them. However when I decided to look for information about Hawke's novel, I learned that the content hasn't been properly researched, that there were too many flaws on the Elizabethan setting. Wala lang.
After having visited all the sites I could contrive, I shut the pretty computer off, turn off all the other lights, and prepare for sleep. I would look out the window and see the gray atmosphere. Sun would shine in no time. Yep, my day has just ended. I would sleep contentedly with my snoozing Freia beside me, and dream until 11 in the morning. The cycle goes on.
So yeah, that's what I basically do everyday. My house is a fortress because I sort off make it that way. I can't even go out to some place enjoyable because I have no money. It's that simple.
Carnaval took a nap at 6:12:00 AM
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Quinta-feira, Outubro 28, 2004
Writer's Block
Carnaval took a nap at 4:23:00 AM
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Terça-feira, Outubro 26, 2004
Here's One Drama I Won't Forget
But tonight I'm too tired and too sad to write.
I had my last hearty supper with my some of my best buds in school. In the same manner that I cherished the good moments I had with them for the past three semesters, I savored my KFC meal up to its last perceptible crumb.
However delectable it was, the food would always remain ephemeral. I only hope my recollections about everything that transpired for the past one and a half years in school would never fleet.
I say it's not fair for tight friends to part so suddenly, despite having tried to become prepared for the re-shuffling. Of course, we all tried in vain. I have been expecting the worst to happen ever since I heard about the new enrolment policy from my friend. But I never thought the worst would end up this badly.
For the second time consecutively, the world turned without me. And I could not resort to anything else to pacify me from my lament besides dwelling on the reassuring thought, cliche as it is, that whatever was hard to bear would be sweet to remember.
Carnaval took a nap at 11:51:00 PM
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Sábado, Outubro 23, 2004
(Brainstorm) Take Me Away From The Norm
Whoa, shades of gold displayed naturally
That's paradoxical with my state right now.
I think I've had too much sleep today. Since I wasn't able to go to Batangas for camp, blame it all on the lousy schedule I had to comply with the college, I could not think of anything else to spend my energy other than to sleep... and dream. Otherwise I run mad again. Hey, I've been working my butt off for weeks, commuting back and forth, always falling in line in that hot and sticky hallway on the third floor. Evidently, it's so hot in there that the pores in my face keep opening up. I begin to sweat profusely so that my dirty face gets even dirtier.
I need to do something worthwhile now that there's been little adventure happening to me this semester break. And guess what, reading books is not even worthwhile for me! Horrific, is it not? It's distressing that apparently I no longer felt like reading as much as I used to before. Ever heard of a reader's block? I am eating more often, but that is not considered a problem. When has eating been a problem to me anyway? I eat to depress my brain, deprive it of oxygen so I can eventually sleep... and dream.
Because of that, life is happening without me. I think.
Carnaval took a nap at 11:12:00 PM
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Naaalala Kita, SEM-BREAK!
Trip kong mag-tayp ng Filipino.
Bakit kahit semester break ko na, parang ang dami ko parin yatang ginagawa?
Nagsimula ang bakasyon ko noong unang linggo ng Oktubre. Natapos na ang mga huling pagsusulit ko sa aking mga asignatura, ang deliberation ng aking mga guro (salamat sa Diyos, at kahit papaano, ako'y pasado pa rin sa Kolehiyo ng Pagkalinga), at ang kuhanan ng mga class cards.
Dalawang linggo na ang nakalilipas, dapat wala na akong ginagawa ngayung bakasyon ko na. Pero heto ako, pabalik-balik pa rin sa aking dakilang paaralan. Andami pa kasing arte, kailangan ko pang magpa-screening para makakuha ng hepatitis vaccines. Na-inject na pala ako ng unang dose ng hepatitis vaccine kahapon at napakasakit nito sa braso (sa deltoid muscle). Pero walang tatalo sa distilled water na na-inject sa akin ng aking kaklase noong return demonstration namin. Parang tinadtad nang malalakas na suntok ang braso mo kapag na-inject ang tubig sa'yo.
Sa darating na Lunes, pupunta ulit ako sa paaralan upang magpa-compute ng aking mga nakuhang marka sa unang semestre para may mailagay ang administration ng Kolehiyo ng Pagkalinga sa kanilang mga rekord. Sa Martes, enrolment ko naman. Sa Miyerkules, babalik nanaman ako upang magpasukat ng bago kong uniporme na gagamitin ko pagpasok ko sa ospital.
Dahil sa dami ng mga gawain sa paaralan, hindi tuloy ako nakasama sa isang linggong LCDC camp sa Lemery, Batangas. Nakalulungkot isipin dahil iyon lagi ang pinakahihintay ko tuwing bakasyon. Naku, malalagot nanaman ako kay Ate Hannah dahil hindi nanaman ako makakapunta, kahit libre na ako sa lahat ng gastusin. At siya pa naman ang direktor ng camp. Hay.
Nakakaasar. Kung bakit 'di kasi puedeng gawin nalang lahat sa isang araw. Sayang ang pamasahe, masarap pa namang magpakasaya ngayung bakasyon.
Bakit kahit semester break ko na, parang ang dami ko parin yatang ginagawa?
Nagsimula ang bakasyon ko noong unang linggo ng Oktubre. Natapos na ang mga huling pagsusulit ko sa aking mga asignatura, ang deliberation ng aking mga guro (salamat sa Diyos, at kahit papaano, ako'y pasado pa rin sa Kolehiyo ng Pagkalinga), at ang kuhanan ng mga class cards.
Dalawang linggo na ang nakalilipas, dapat wala na akong ginagawa ngayung bakasyon ko na. Pero heto ako, pabalik-balik pa rin sa aking dakilang paaralan. Andami pa kasing arte, kailangan ko pang magpa-screening para makakuha ng hepatitis vaccines. Na-inject na pala ako ng unang dose ng hepatitis vaccine kahapon at napakasakit nito sa braso (sa deltoid muscle). Pero walang tatalo sa distilled water na na-inject sa akin ng aking kaklase noong return demonstration namin. Parang tinadtad nang malalakas na suntok ang braso mo kapag na-inject ang tubig sa'yo.
Sa darating na Lunes, pupunta ulit ako sa paaralan upang magpa-compute ng aking mga nakuhang marka sa unang semestre para may mailagay ang administration ng Kolehiyo ng Pagkalinga sa kanilang mga rekord. Sa Martes, enrolment ko naman. Sa Miyerkules, babalik nanaman ako upang magpasukat ng bago kong uniporme na gagamitin ko pagpasok ko sa ospital.
Dahil sa dami ng mga gawain sa paaralan, hindi tuloy ako nakasama sa isang linggong LCDC camp sa Lemery, Batangas. Nakalulungkot isipin dahil iyon lagi ang pinakahihintay ko tuwing bakasyon. Naku, malalagot nanaman ako kay Ate Hannah dahil hindi nanaman ako makakapunta, kahit libre na ako sa lahat ng gastusin. At siya pa naman ang direktor ng camp. Hay.
Nakakaasar. Kung bakit 'di kasi puedeng gawin nalang lahat sa isang araw. Sayang ang pamasahe, masarap pa namang magpakasaya ngayung bakasyon.
Carnaval took a nap at 1:44:00 PM
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Terça-feira, Outubro 19, 2004
Time To Get Jologgish
This happened on one Wednesday night some weeks ago while riding an FX on my way home, the time when I remember myself forcefully shoving my fleshy gluteus maximus into the middle seat of the vehicle. Beside me was a gorgeous and fair-skinned homosexual in a student's uniform. His hair was unkempt but he looked attractive nonetheless. Interesting, but not my type of guy. So my mind was put into oblivion while his thoughts were drained by (or focused on) the sight of the dashing cars and bright, flamboyant lollipop lights (as I would like to name them) along the boulevard.
And then he started to sing along with an old but familiar tune being played on the radio. Furtively, I began to smile.
It's not normal for me to admire OPM. But since then I had felt a strong urge to download the song he's singing from the Internet as soon as possible. The song made me feel good and I loved it. Period.
Alright, I managed to search for its lyrics as well so I could show it to you. I don't want you to laugh, though. I've been singing this to my classmates ever since I was able to grasp the tune but all I seem to get from them were sneers and chortles. No, I'm only exaggerating.
KASALANAN BA?
By Men Oppose
Tulala sa isang tabi at di mapakali
Ating nakaraan minumuni-muni
Di lubos maiisip bakit nagkalayo
Kaya ngayon ako'y isang bigo
Nagkulang ba ako sa iyo
Kaya tayo ngayo'y nagkalayo
Walang nagawang kasalanan
Kundi ang magmahal sa iyo ng lubusan
Ako'y may natutunan sa aking karanasan
Mali ang magmahal agad ng lubusan
Pigilan ang damdamin kung kailangan
Upang 'di masaktan kung ika'y iiwanan
Kasalanan bang mahalin ka nang lubusan
Upang ako'y iyong iwanan
Bakit kung sino pa ang totohanan
Ay siya pa'ng nililisan
And then he started to sing along with an old but familiar tune being played on the radio. Furtively, I began to smile.
It's not normal for me to admire OPM. But since then I had felt a strong urge to download the song he's singing from the Internet as soon as possible. The song made me feel good and I loved it. Period.
Alright, I managed to search for its lyrics as well so I could show it to you. I don't want you to laugh, though. I've been singing this to my classmates ever since I was able to grasp the tune but all I seem to get from them were sneers and chortles. No, I'm only exaggerating.
By Men Oppose
Tulala sa isang tabi at di mapakali
Ating nakaraan minumuni-muni
Di lubos maiisip bakit nagkalayo
Kaya ngayon ako'y isang bigo
Nagkulang ba ako sa iyo
Kaya tayo ngayo'y nagkalayo
Walang nagawang kasalanan
Kundi ang magmahal sa iyo ng lubusan
Ako'y may natutunan sa aking karanasan
Mali ang magmahal agad ng lubusan
Pigilan ang damdamin kung kailangan
Upang 'di masaktan kung ika'y iiwanan
Kasalanan bang mahalin ka nang lubusan
Upang ako'y iyong iwanan
Bakit kung sino pa ang totohanan
Ay siya pa'ng nililisan
Carnaval took a nap at 1:28:00 AM
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Sábado, Outubro 16, 2004
At Times Like This, I Speak English
What happened to me yesterday was extremely fun and terrible at the same time. And I'm sorry am not telling it here, except that the whole world stopped and started to cave in that afternoon, then the earth violently shook the entire night. I can't believe you and your seismographic instincts never even noticed the tumult.
Meanwhile, for the record:
Hahaha! I promise I won't do it again, at least not tomorrow or the week after this. I will have to save this for next semester. Hahaha! Hopefully we'll still be block mates when that time comes.
Carnaval took a nap at 9:35:00 AM
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Terça-feira, Outubro 12, 2004
Fiasco!
I have never felt this bad about social celebrations in my life before. Although I believe I did a so-so speech with my emcee partner despite speaking in 'formal' Filipino, the 'party' in the health center this morning ended up in a sort of fiasco. Period. I wish I never had to feel so affected about what happened. Besides, why should I even give a fart about barangay chairmen and their kagawads? Sir Henry Herrera, albeit being a PHN 2 nurse, is a bonehead. Like the rest of the VIP invited are. Haha. He just can't stop squeezing his skinny self in every part of the program. And I grit my teeth so hard that time that I almost dislocated my taut jaw. Yeah, the entire block acted up like we always do, but please, we knew what we were doing then and he didn't 'cause he wasn't part of the lousy program in the first place anyway. It was great to know that our clinical instructor had to usher her cousin to St. Luke's Hospital for admittance this morning, so that she won't be able to witness the horrific outrage we were having that same time in Tondo. Or else, she would've retrieved all our grades and flunk us instead.
No, I'm only exaggerating. She loves us so much she won't have the slightest motive to fail us.
Carnaval took a nap at 11:14:00 PM
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Bob Marley Smoked Two Joints
Unfortunately, this has nothing to do with him. But for the record, although I have never smoked joints, I know many types of joints. None of which my pal Bob Marley has ever smoked. Let me name them: fibrous joints, cartilaginous joints, and synovial joints.
Here I go again. Of course, you never think my idiotic repartees are funny.
Anyway.
The entire class will be having a big event with barangay chairmen and kagawads at the barangay health center tomorrow. It's actually a culminating activity, a sort of thanksgiving for them for welcoming us to their communities. But I think of this party as more like a final bonding moment I'd ever have with my block mates. I certainly would miss them. I hate it when something or someone just takes the fun out of anybody. Do you really think I'd easily accept and get over with the idea of the administration's futile re-shuffling next semester of students, those of whom you have shared three straight semesters with?
Oh yeah, I'm racking my head right now. Trying to squeeze out Filipino words for my ceremonial speech tomorrow. Oh dear. For me to type appropriate Tagalog terms on my document, I would still have to convert them to English then translate them again to Tagalog. This is getting on my nerves. I hate to think that I am indeed a lousy Filipino. Hey, I'm not saying that I am superb in speaking English, though. I guess I'm most comfortable with speaking Tag-lish.
So why can't the government just make Tag-lish the official language of Pinoys?
Everybody speaks that way naman e.
Here I go again. Of course, you never think my idiotic repartees are funny.
Anyway.
The entire class will be having a big event with barangay chairmen and kagawads at the barangay health center tomorrow. It's actually a culminating activity, a sort of thanksgiving for them for welcoming us to their communities. But I think of this party as more like a final bonding moment I'd ever have with my block mates. I certainly would miss them. I hate it when something or someone just takes the fun out of anybody. Do you really think I'd easily accept and get over with the idea of the administration's futile re-shuffling next semester of students, those of whom you have shared three straight semesters with?
Oh yeah, I'm racking my head right now. Trying to squeeze out Filipino words for my ceremonial speech tomorrow. Oh dear. For me to type appropriate Tagalog terms on my document, I would still have to convert them to English then translate them again to Tagalog. This is getting on my nerves. I hate to think that I am indeed a lousy Filipino. Hey, I'm not saying that I am superb in speaking English, though. I guess I'm most comfortable with speaking Tag-lish.
So why can't the government just make Tag-lish the official language of Pinoys?
Everybody speaks that way naman e.
Carnaval took a nap at 1:00:00 AM
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Sábado, Outubro 09, 2004
Consummatum Est!
Well, almost done. Still waiting for the verdict on the deliberation day. It's either they let me succeed to the next level or they kill me instead. This time I no longer attempt to hope since I don't see any reason why I should. Synchronicity, mes amis. I got new other things to worry about this semester break. I plan to leave the town and hibernate, or isolate myself from everybody and just read books here during the entire vacation. I may even use this time to work out since I'm really getting fat. That would be very nice. At least I wouldn't have to worry about clothes when the second semester approaches.
Come Tuesday, the entire class will be holding some culminating event at Tondo where we did our duties. Despite being given seven days to prepare for this, there'd been so many things to finish this entire week that this class responsibility was put out of our main priority. Worse, it upset me because I'd been chosen by the clinical instructor to be one of the masters of the ceremonies at the 'party'. And guess what, the speech should be in Filipino! Bulol po kasi akong magsalita ng malalalim na salitang Tagalog. Ugh. No kidding, I have always been lousy in Filipino subjects and my friends often sneer at how I mispronounce those 'highfalutin' Filipino words. This embarrasses me ad nauseam. People who hate Herdy Yumul would probably want to ostracize me too because of this.
By the way, did you also freak out from the long violent earthquake last night? The earth was shaking like mad I almost thought our house was going to collapse. It relieved me that my home didn't cave in, although I blamed my pets here because they failed to anticipate this geographical tumult. I have always believed that cats and dogs have ESP for phenomena like this (I watch Discovery Channel, you know). While all of us in the house were taken by surprise from the tremor, Mingming just blithely slumped onto the mat by the bathroom's threshold as if nothing disquieting happened. What? Should I now be disillusioned from scientific researches? Or do pets just felt like making fun at their owners?
Come Tuesday, the entire class will be holding some culminating event at Tondo where we did our duties. Despite being given seven days to prepare for this, there'd been so many things to finish this entire week that this class responsibility was put out of our main priority. Worse, it upset me because I'd been chosen by the clinical instructor to be one of the masters of the ceremonies at the 'party'. And guess what, the speech should be in Filipino! Bulol po kasi akong magsalita ng malalalim na salitang Tagalog. Ugh. No kidding, I have always been lousy in Filipino subjects and my friends often sneer at how I mispronounce those 'highfalutin' Filipino words. This embarrasses me ad nauseam. People who hate Herdy Yumul would probably want to ostracize me too because of this.
By the way, did you also freak out from the long violent earthquake last night? The earth was shaking like mad I almost thought our house was going to collapse. It relieved me that my home didn't cave in, although I blamed my pets here because they failed to anticipate this geographical tumult. I have always believed that cats and dogs have ESP for phenomena like this (I watch Discovery Channel, you know). While all of us in the house were taken by surprise from the tremor, Mingming just blithely slumped onto the mat by the bathroom's threshold as if nothing disquieting happened. What? Should I now be disillusioned from scientific researches? Or do pets just felt like making fun at their owners?
Carnaval took a nap at 11:56:00 PM
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Sexta-feira, Outubro 08, 2004
Lagged
This will be a quick one.
My myocardial infarction got delayed. But my life would be over tomorrow. That's official.
It was good to know Pamela Wan had a change of heart. We only had one final exam today, although I wasn't able to gatecrash in MaSci for the foundation day afterward. Unfortunately, it's because of the academic onlslaught I've been experiencing these past few weeks. My groupmates had to finish the video shoot of physical assessment for a BaCon project. Everything was in really bad timing. But truth is, this 'bad timing' always happens everytime semestral breaks get closer. It's synchronicity in the most acerbic manner, ladies and gentlemen. We all have to deal with it.
My myocardial infarction got delayed. But my life would be over tomorrow. That's official.
It was good to know Pamela Wan had a change of heart. We only had one final exam today, although I wasn't able to gatecrash in MaSci for the foundation day afterward. Unfortunately, it's because of the academic onlslaught I've been experiencing these past few weeks. My groupmates had to finish the video shoot of physical assessment for a BaCon project. Everything was in really bad timing. But truth is, this 'bad timing' always happens everytime semestral breaks get closer. It's synchronicity in the most acerbic manner, ladies and gentlemen. We all have to deal with it.
Carnaval took a nap at 11:36:00 PM
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Quinta-feira, Outubro 07, 2004
Time Out
As always, I would cadge a special moment for 'time out'. Not enough vitamins. I get weak. Worse, my eye bags are getting more evident. Haha. No sir, this isn't me. Never thought I'd mutate into something like this. This, too, will pass. This is the last week. I might as well give a great shot at this. Karir.
Despite not having the usual six to eight hour sleep, I become complacent whenever Mama brings me home black chocolate bars to keep me up during my early morning review. Oh yes, I do not deny that they are my imported anodynes... and that this cocoa food product never fails to get me high.
I haven't anything really important to say here. It's past midnight and this is just one of those surprising times when I only felt like sacrificing some moments of my sleep for a lousy post like this one I'm making. Ma and I decisively went to see the last full show of Spielberg's new film, The Terminal (starring Hanks and Zeta Jones), at SM Manila while waiting for my RN sister's dismissal in FEU. Maybe it's genius Spielberg's fault or maybe Ma and I were just too dense to comprehend the latter of the story. Maybe you're right, it could only be Steven's fault. (Pasensya na po, I can't make this post any more coherent and rational. Lasing na po ako.)
Tomorrow, I'd be restless as usual. The former BSN1-2 will shoot a PA procedure (physical assessment) at the Philippine Heart Center for a BaCon project. We're going to use a life-sized dummy for demonstrations of palpation, auscultation, percussion, and whatnot. Bien actually wanted to model for the PA on the inguinal part but the rest of the group didn't want him to. Besides, it's very risky. Bren might only crush his balls.
By Friday, an infarct would occur on my myocardium. I'd be furious by then since the entire class would be taking THREE final exams (AnaPhy, BaCon, and Microbiology). I only hope my captivatingly sexy BaCon instructor, Miss Laarne Dumag, compromises and postpones the finals to another date. Boy, I just can't handle Herculean tasks.
Despite not having the usual six to eight hour sleep, I become complacent whenever Mama brings me home black chocolate bars to keep me up during my early morning review. Oh yes, I do not deny that they are my imported anodynes... and that this cocoa food product never fails to get me high.
I haven't anything really important to say here. It's past midnight and this is just one of those surprising times when I only felt like sacrificing some moments of my sleep for a lousy post like this one I'm making. Ma and I decisively went to see the last full show of Spielberg's new film, The Terminal (starring Hanks and Zeta Jones), at SM Manila while waiting for my RN sister's dismissal in FEU. Maybe it's genius Spielberg's fault or maybe Ma and I were just too dense to comprehend the latter of the story. Maybe you're right, it could only be Steven's fault. (Pasensya na po, I can't make this post any more coherent and rational. Lasing na po ako.)
Tomorrow, I'd be restless as usual. The former BSN1-2 will shoot a PA procedure (physical assessment) at the Philippine Heart Center for a BaCon project. We're going to use a life-sized dummy for demonstrations of palpation, auscultation, percussion, and whatnot. Bien actually wanted to model for the PA on the inguinal part but the rest of the group didn't want him to. Besides, it's very risky. Bren might only crush his balls.
By Friday, an infarct would occur on my myocardium. I'd be furious by then since the entire class would be taking THREE final exams (AnaPhy, BaCon, and Microbiology). I only hope my captivatingly sexy BaCon instructor, Miss Laarne Dumag, compromises and postpones the finals to another date. Boy, I just can't handle Herculean tasks.
Carnaval took a nap at 1:05:00 AM
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Domingo, Outubro 03, 2004
I Am Talking To You
FYI
I am the type who rarely tells problems to others. But when I do, I hardly ask for pieces of advice. If you want to know the truth, I dislike kibitzers. A kibitzer is a person who likes to offer unsolicited and meddlesome pieces of advice. No siree, I don't look for those because they only make me more uncomfortable with the distressing situation. At times like these, I only need people around me who could serve as shock absorbers.
People are not supposed to assume that they understand another's feelings, especially when they just base these on what they see.
It's never nice to pry on others' personal business. So please, if people tell you that they don't want to talk about certain things, learn how to shut your mouth. Be satisfied.
I hope she gets to read this.
Carnaval took a nap at 1:52:00 PM
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Sexta-feira, Outubro 01, 2004
An Open Letter For Dear Enzo
Ola.
Haha. Haven't seen you since your last semester break. I'm pretty sure you're having a very fine time with your (conio) ECE classmates and DLSU friends. Meanwhile, with the daylong make up classes, school tasks, and this sporadic cold I'm presently having, I'm getting more exhausted each day.
I have just read your last comment here some days ago. Oh yeah, I apologize for still not writing about Salot. Heheheh. I'm not that dense to not be able to sense your envy with the contents of almost all of my posts. Let me make it up to all of you.
I am looking forward to another Salot Inc reunion by the end of this lonesome semester. What were our quixotic plans again for the approaching vacation? Hehehe. Tuloy ba? =] =] =] On more realistic matters, I am always yearning to play badminton with the entire barkada. However, my cheap racket already broke. So unless someone would buy me a Yonex Muscle Power (that's around 3,000 bucks at Flick, correct?), I won't be able to join you. Haha.
My right deltoid muscle has been terribly aching since yesterday. My group mates from duty had a return demonstration (where you'd apply everything you've learned from the nursing practice). I was injected intramuscularly with only 0.5 cc distilled water but my right arm suddenly felt like it was blown real hard! It's very much like the sensation you get after playing badminton without warming up. At the time my partner was about to inject the syringe's needle in my right arm, I looked away and reached for my clinical instructor standing just at my left side and a funny thing happened, I unexpectedly buried my face between her soft bosom! I am generally not afraid of needles but at that time I really felt like I was a fearful child reaching for her mother, knowing she could put me in some transient state of deliverance while having the injection. Nyahaha. That day was also the first time I ever screamed from injections. I bellowed real hard (sayang you weren't able to witness this. You could have ruptured your spleen laughing at my expression. =]) but I'm glad it's over.
As always, I look for one of God's most beautiful creations, the moon, at the end of the day. Apparently, it never ceases to put me in amazement.
I miss you and I hope to see you all soon. (In Tagaytay?) =]
You take care.
Trish
Haha. Haven't seen you since your last semester break. I'm pretty sure you're having a very fine time with your (conio) ECE classmates and DLSU friends. Meanwhile, with the daylong make up classes, school tasks, and this sporadic cold I'm presently having, I'm getting more exhausted each day.
I have just read your last comment here some days ago. Oh yeah, I apologize for still not writing about Salot. Heheheh. I'm not that dense to not be able to sense your envy with the contents of almost all of my posts. Let me make it up to all of you.
I am looking forward to another Salot Inc reunion by the end of this lonesome semester. What were our quixotic plans again for the approaching vacation? Hehehe. Tuloy ba? =] =] =] On more realistic matters, I am always yearning to play badminton with the entire barkada. However, my cheap racket already broke. So unless someone would buy me a Yonex Muscle Power (that's around 3,000 bucks at Flick, correct?), I won't be able to join you. Haha.
My right deltoid muscle has been terribly aching since yesterday. My group mates from duty had a return demonstration (where you'd apply everything you've learned from the nursing practice). I was injected intramuscularly with only 0.5 cc distilled water but my right arm suddenly felt like it was blown real hard! It's very much like the sensation you get after playing badminton without warming up. At the time my partner was about to inject the syringe's needle in my right arm, I looked away and reached for my clinical instructor standing just at my left side and a funny thing happened, I unexpectedly buried my face between her soft bosom! I am generally not afraid of needles but at that time I really felt like I was a fearful child reaching for her mother, knowing she could put me in some transient state of deliverance while having the injection. Nyahaha. That day was also the first time I ever screamed from injections. I bellowed real hard (sayang you weren't able to witness this. You could have ruptured your spleen laughing at my expression. =]) but I'm glad it's over.
As always, I look for one of God's most beautiful creations, the moon, at the end of the day. Apparently, it never ceases to put me in amazement.
I miss you and I hope to see you all soon. (In Tagaytay?) =]
You take care.
Trish
Carnaval took a nap at 11:14:00 AM
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