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Sábado, Julho 30, 2005

No, Seriously

Majority of Filipinos are so jologs because they listen to Yes FM and its ugly spawns. I'm sure you've heard the gibberish they're playing at the usual hours. I could not stand the chaotic Spanish and the more idiotic Filipino dance remixes I'm hearing while inside PUV's. My ears bleed profusely. It's much much worse than having intestinal involutions while listening to Westlife. (not directed at anyone in particular, especially not at Ava!)

My family has gone to work and school so I'm alone again in the house with one dog and nine cats. I can smell some dangerous conspiracy going on, it's scary. I can't imagine there are more animals here in the house than there are humans. I don't remember our house being an orphanage for lost and unwanted animals. They're probably going to take me first as their prisoner, so with me gone, they can triumphantly invade the others. When they get home, my family will certainly develop hernias if they see me eating a bowl of Friskies while the cats are watching TV and eating the magical cake.

What's best about blogs is that they are never meant to be taken seriously. I got nothing to do, really, just savoring the last two happy days of my existence. Monday and the days after that will be a different world. I wonder what I'll do tomorrow. Devise a new industrial revolution for the Philippines? Deactivate the London bombings? Put a stop to poverty? Find an instant cure for obesity? Such Augean tasks. I think I'll just stay in my room and finish my oral report in MedSurg. Speaking of the devil, I am one of the many who totally ABHOR reporting. It just shows the idleness of instructors who can't even interact with the class. When I become secretary of the Department of Education, I'd eradicate oral reports by students in all school levels and let the teachers do what they have to do as good teachers. Anyway, tomorrow I'm to discuss to my classmates hyper/hypocalcemia/magnesemia, their pathophysiology, the clinical manifestations and all other sorts of crap. Two bits.


Carnaval took a nap at 5:46:00 PM

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Sexta-feira, Julho 29, 2005

I Emerged Out Of Spontaneous Generation

Whoa! Gulat ka 'no? Who wouldn't? Ako rin, nagulat e.


*pretty much excited to write in her blog finally...


The days off from 8-hour duties in hospitals seemed like a semester break. Good, good! More than anything, I've taken pleasure of eating all the good junk I could possibly find here in the house, and reading publications of every form saved in my computer folder. I once tried watching TV programs for more than eight hours and soon after that, I had an illuminating discovery that even slumping onto the huge couch with two remote controls in your hands for a long moment is very exhausting just the same.

The sun's heat woke me up at 9 in the morning today. The beautiful curtains hanging by the windows were supposed to protect me from the rays but it didn't. I guess by these they were saying to me I should get up now or else I'd be yelled at for being such a bum. I say it's not my fault why I'm becoming lazy and all. Last summer vacation, when everybody else were excessively enjoying the things I just happened to be doing these past few days, I was with the student committee, working our butts off in preparation for the capping ceremony. Maybe it was the erg, the ATPs I lost from there, even if the ceremony occurred a month ago, right now I still feel tired and worn out and I needed a big break. With the way I'm behaving at home and in school, I suppose this is the hangover I got from being blessed with a short vacation.

So I got up, my mind blank. I take that as a good sign, it's a symptom that I nevertheless had a great sleep. And what better way to celebrate my morning is the message my father scribbled in a small paper. He posted it at the armrest of the sofa nearest my sisters' bedrooms for everybody to read:

KIDS WE HAVE GARILAO CAKE. (CAREFUL).

With wide eyes, I was like, "Waaaaaaaaaaahahahahahaah! Keeeeeyyyykkkkkkk!" then rushed downstairs, toward the pridyider (ref) and immediately served myself with two slices of the most exquisitely scrumptious chocolate cake in the whole world. I drool over that cake. Believe me when I say it's no ordinary one. The Garilao cake is food definitely made for the gods. From Merville, its fame's spread only by word of mouth. And eventually, even Heny Sison found about the magical cake. Hayy, I only wish the cake never got this well known. As Miss Polly Garilao's cakes become recognized, the prices increase. Bad trip. But even though her 8 by 8in chocolate cake now costs around 400bucks, ayos lang, dahil masarap talaga.


Carnaval took a nap at 12:11:00 PM

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