stifled creature

Reattachment

2006-07-29T21:18:00.000+08:00

Hohmaygaleeehhh!!! It's August!

Wakekekek.

After four months of disconnection from the non-residents of Malate, I'm bacccckkkkkkk!!!

Well, not entirely. I just finally found the time to add something in my almost obsolete journal. As if anyone reads them anyway.

After a month of our freaking monday to sunday schedule (yes, we have classes from Monday to Saturday, then a 12-hour hospital duty on Sundays.) I'm still in one piece. I cannot believe I was able to survive a month of not going home to BF. I feel detached from the world of fun, though I must admit, the toxicity strangely appeals to me... (HAHAHA!) Joke lang. Actually, the idea of finishing thirty six hours of duty and finishing my requirements makes me want to burst with joy. And besides, this is only the beginning. I still have five and a half semesters and two summers to go. WEEEEE!!!!!!

So I apologize to my non-existent readers because after a week I start again a rotation of duty. I finished OB-Ward in Pasig City General Hospital (Adik sa LOCHIA!!! *research what it means ;p ) , so next we're off to White Cross (pm shift). Holy kamote. The super duper hyperactive children. God help us.

CONGRATULATIONS TO THE 69 NEW PAULINIAN REGISTERED NURSES!!! (I do hope tama ang bilang ko.) What I would give to even graduate.

My dearest friends:

Lapiz: I missed your *Christina at 18* parteh. Hope you didn't miss me too much. Ask and you shall receive (ang gift). Punta ka sa debut ni Danielle and let's parteh.

Kim: KIIIIIM!!!! I misshuuuu!!!! Let's reflect! Woohoo!

Maan: Huwawww!!!! Ikaw ba yan? Nagbabasa ka na ng blog?

Kitt: bonding ulit tayo.

Gelai: *Hug*

I MISS 1B!!!!

Nagre-shuffle na kami!

Comment: 2-C nako. Maligaya naman dun! Nyehe!

...Though I terribly miss my friends.

The Kamot Diaries, first edition

2006-03-24T16:44:00.000+08:00

THE KAMOT DIARIES

Dear Diary (well this is new. nyehehe),

This day was very a productive one. It was very hot outside so I decided to take a bath. I shaved my legs and stress on "shaved" because I am to poor to have them waxed or to buy the ridiculously overpriced Veet hair removing products. After my bath, I continued to read the book I bought at a bargain store for P60.00. When my eyes started to hurt, I opened the computer and checked my e-mails.

After reviewing my e-mails and realizing that a hundred percent of it was crap (crap is defined as ridiculous chain letters, a must-be-forwarded e-mail for a cancer patient to earn ninety cents per email, a hundred responses from my high school batchmates regarding the yearbook fiasco, a thousand invites to join friendster which I am already a member, and e-mails from Editor Bob [who is editor bob?]) and I don't know why I still bother to check my e-mails. Now my eyes hurt twice as much, and I still anticipate new pirated dvds to intensify my zest for life.

In a nutshell, my day was a mundane one. But what the hell. At least I can dream about going to the movies and watching Nanny McPhee. (I am very excited about that movie. Heehee) Please please let me shade under the roof of the mall tomorrow!!!

Since vacation, I have watched Walk the Line, Brokeback Mountain, Try Seventeen, Center Stage, Wedding Daze, Yours, Mine, Ours, and many others of which didn't seem to make an impact in my life so I easily forgot. Walk the Line was good, and Brokeback Mountain was whoaaaaahhhh. Indeed obscene, but it was entertaining. It was a love story about real gay lovers. It came as a shock because I am only seventeen, still ignorant about the whole homo issues of the world though I may be gifted with a gaydar. I cannot believe my eyeballs didn't pop though, because I always had a crush on Heath Ledger (NOT ANYMORE!) Hands down and hats off to both of them because the characters were well portrayed and I believe that it takes a lot of courage to "do" those things onscreen. Cool. Hehe.

I cannot wait for the 29th. We're planning a bonfire, but we're not going to use blocks of wood. Instead, we're going to burn all of our handouts from the last semester. Revenge to those which took our remaining sanity. Goodbye handouts! Huwahahahah!!!

Last night, I was texting Pusit and Patricia. They are sun subscribers, and because Sun refuses signal inside the house, I am forced to stay outside while being bitten by a hundred mosquitoes. After waking up many mornings filled with rashes which are now worse because of the intense scratching, I searched for and found my mosquito repellant. I seldom scratch now, but my rashes are still ugly. Ako'y patuloy pa ring nagkakamot. Daig ko pa si Pusit sa aking mga pantal. Sana Pusit ay okie na ang mga chicklet mo.

There goes my life. Think it's mundane? Well it is. But it does get better... and worse.

Huwaw. I'm a much bigger mess now.

I met someone during our trip to Subic. Sorry. I'm very committed. Hehe.

heto na.

2006-03-22T21:08:00.000+08:00

Okie. So sabi ko itutuloy ko ang aking "gallery". Heto na ang oras para gawin iyon sapagkat inaamag na ako dito. Saan tayo maguumpisa? Huwaa. Siyempre sa aking prends na lab ko. hehe.

Kailangan nito ng matinding eksplenasyon. Una, ang pagmumukhang iyan ay nagiisip kung ano ang mga pagmumukha ng tatlong kaibigan. Pangalawa, manahimik kayo. Pangatlo, si Bb. Pusit ay huwalang tinatago, sensitibo lang talaga ang kanyang ilong. At huli, huwag kayong papaloko. Bading yan.

Ang mga kamay na iyan ay inabuso. Kaya dapat ikaw ay psychic para hindi ka matalo. Simple lang diba?

It's kitt log, sweet pusit, kimbot malambot, andoy poordoy, banana girl, and maantot bantot!

p.s.

Pusit, hi kanila Chicken little uki?! sana di na sila dumami! Pagaling ka pushit!

pfft.

2006-03-22T09:28:00.000+08:00

I miss...
Pusit
Maantot
Kimbot
Kitt log
Gelong

***
and

Rufina
Rica blanca
Cristala.

***
Rob Malate. (nyehehe)
Tipol

***
*tears*

nyehehe. as if.

pero totoo, malapit lapit na yun.

a morsel of hope can be the biggest thing in the world

2006-02-01T00:15:00.000+08:00

I cried when I hugged Abi this morning.

Yes! I cry stupid!

It was my first day doing the commute thing, and luckily, the person in front and next to me were smelling quite sensational! Good thing I didn't hurl and ruined my perfectly washed and ironed uniform because it would be hell to go back home and change. I arrived at 7:15 with the least enthusiasm to go to class, since I failed to finish my philo outline. Oh dear. I think my pursuit for high grades died when I moved out of the dorm.

I shall forever be a resident of room 22! Hehe. My room mate texted me and told me that they hung a sign "No Vacancy" just in case someone wanted my bed. Hehe. Cute, in fairness. My despair multiplies the more I think about not seeing them everyday, and it's getting severe because I always think about that. I actually feel like I just broke up with someone. Multiply that by three. It's awful. But don't worry Kimbot. I have managed to pull together my remaining happiness + energy for living. Hehe. I'm not going to commit suicide! Hehe. I still have you... and my friends who love and care. Thanks. :)

Evil

2006-01-22T16:58:00.000+08:00

I loathe someone right now. HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEE. My soul has been invaded by an insane + evil spirit by the way. I am absolutely appalled at this person, and myself for this evil act I am about to do.

@#*&!!!!*&*%%$^ YOU, YOU *&&#(&*@ PIECE OF &*^**!!!

That felt nice :)

***

The person is an evil, ugly, and DECEIVING PIECE OF S*&%. Someday, you will find your equal, and you will fall on your loathesome $&#* and you will be slapped in the A*$. Hard.

I HATE YOU!!!

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

I f$^#*$( HATE YOU!

***

I will be changing my blog's name since it is now polluted by profanity. I am embarrassed for you and for myself. THANK YOU VERY MUCH!

Hard times

2006-01-21T12:47:00.000+08:00

It's confirmed. I will no longer live in the dorm for February and March. I have to ride the bus every day and suffer from the commute. Bye, room mates ;(

I feel like hell. But what the heck, we did get a 98 for our PE midterms. Loving Ms. Torres, by the way.

Nice birthday. My last night with my room mates. I'm sad. Issa is even willing to skip math just to celebrate my birthday with me, and I will be enjoying the crap out of next week.

Please, please God. Do help me. :)

energy drinks. exams. tawa moments. bus trips.

2006-01-14T21:56:00.001+08:00

EXAMS ARE OVER!

Isang utot para sa social psych. I'm finally discouraged about that dl thing. Thanks a lot *d&hkh*LHK%@H* - now that was profane, pusit.

Haaaaynakupunaman. Narcolepsy ito. The entire week was so tiring, and I'm glad it's over. I think I drank way too much revicon and way way too much coffee. On my way home, the bus I was riding stopped and we had to switch buses. Dukdukan itech sa sobrang sikip sa isan bus. Nevertheless, many many people made me smile (and laugh too hard) this week.

1. .My friends. basta kaya yun. hehe.
2. rica blanca, rufina, cristala. hoooohmaygulay. I'll miss my stress relievers. :(
3. room 22 + room 15. :) haaaaaaay.
4. luis. laftrip to the highest level. dance to the beat of disco music. you can just imagine a 2-year old boy dancing to "Satisfaction".
5. pusit. laftrip ka kanina. "Wait pussiiiittt!!!!! (followed by startled + creeped out stranger).
6. Hanoooo?!?! Oceanology?! Whatda?! I'll always remember you Iris. :)
7. Pusit (ulit) with the butt rubbing giant hanky. Hehe. + Gelai + Kitt (cheer up!!!) + Kat + Nikki + Pau
8. For the people I forgot to mention who made me really smile this week (bangagers na eh...) Thank you!!! Actually, I remember nothing from this week except the events kanina at ang mga hinayups na exams. Pumipikit na naman magisa ang aking mata

You guys really made my week. Without you, I woudn't have endured. Isang kiss at isang hug sa inyo, at isang utot sa mga prof na malabo magpaexam.

How do you keeeeeep the musiicccc plaayiiingggg?!?!?! - lss moments.

***
I'm a bigger mess.

fun captured

2005-12-27T15:01:00.000+08:00

When I was younger, I wanted to become a photographer. But when our only camera broke when I was little, I stopped taking pictures altogether and soon gave up the dream. Luckily, two years ago, my father bought an expensive digital camera. I started taking pictures again (though I must admit, I'm quite mediocre at the talent) and though my mother was totally against it (reiterating the price of the camera) I convinced her to let me bring the digicam to malate and take pictures of my friends. I captured the priceless moments during the Paulthenics lunch, the muziklaban concert, regular class days, special occasions, and just random picture-taking.

Here are more pictures. A continuation of the "gallery" below. hehe.

Cornbits.

She's shy. :)

CHOKING PUSIT!

Palimos kay Jamie.

Never trust your best friend. Hehe.

akting na akting. hehe.

candid yan.

si kate! yahoo!!!

sino yung kamukha ni kim?!? - by request, I removed the picture. Kim told me it was a mess. Though I beg to disagree. :)

***

sapagkat walang pahintulot ang mga litratong ito, ilegal pa po yan. pero ok lang. so sue me. :)

by the way, may kasunod pa yan. ;)

time machine

2005-12-26T23:27:00.000+08:00

I actually enjoyed rereading this one.

I was browsing my friends list at friendster (as usual... boredom kills) when I saw some of my old classmates' pictures with their new 'blockmates'. My stomach churned a bit. I started to search more of my schoolmates (not even just my batchmates) because I wanted to see some familiar faces again. It was quite hard for me to see them again (just their pictures) because I actually wanted to SEE them. I wanted to refresh the vague images of their faces in my head.

I do care.

True, I was quite an anti-social back then, but I did love my batchmates. I may not have been really friendly with everyone, and I may not have attended the batch parties, but I really did care. I guess just being at school and being around them (just hearing their noise, screams while wrestling, hearing the nonstop clicking sounds of the camera phones, and the constant "CR TAYO!!!", hearing the latest gossip being spread, and so many others) , [even around the people I disliked], gave me a twisted kind of satisfaction. Though I failed to know each of them personally, their mere presence uplifted me.

I enjoyed watching catfights (there are a lot, by the way), band competitions (yes, our batch is comprised of A LOT of talented musicians), battle of the brains and wits, the brainiacs' "pailalim na kompetisyon" since like fourth grade, the section-to-section competition (el fili, christmas parties, and other annoyingly shallow and stupid rumor-spreadings which caused serious BUZZ), BATCH COMPETITIONS (again with the annoying rumors), inter-school competitions, family day affairs (B-I-N-G-O! Isa na lang!), scream-for-the-win pep squad and cheering competitions (with the most repeated phrase every year "GINAYA NILA TAYO!!!"), endless singing competitions, classroom singing and partying when the teacher's absent, and so many other seemingly shallow but unforgettable events comprising high school and all its glory.

Those were the good old days, when all you cared about is what outfit to wear to the much awaited "non-uniform event" of Manresa, how to drop hints to your suitor/crush (it's either LEAVE ME ALONE, LOSER! or WE'RE FLIRTING, CAN'T YOU TELL?!), what to wear to the prom, and all those crap you thought you were going to die from if you didn't have your way. You see high school now from a distant bird's eye view, and think "LOOK HOW SIMPLE IT WAS BACK THEN!" It amazes me that after experiencing the horrors of college, I finally saw high school's real drama, its true beauty. Those were some four years, a zig-zag emotional pile of shit about the "first love" and quest for dull grades (a.k.a. A+ A+ A+ A = MUNDANE!). Those were the best! Now it's time for some REAL studying, REAL INSPIRATION, for that infamous DEAN'S LIST and the SCHOLARSHIP PROGRAM. You're actually aiming for the REAL thing, and the real pressure is finally here. Tip?! Roll around the pig pen that is high school! Have fun! Of course, if you are indeed a smart masochist, go for mundane! Enter the up/ admu and lose yourself! :)

No regrets for me. Why? Because though I failed to study in some prestigious college, I met some of the most beautiful people from this incredulous twist of fate. No regrets entering St. Paul. (Well, maybe some. ;) )

NEWSFLASH!!!

Manresa, though flooded by scandals/oppressions this 2005, keeps its head up! Hurray for the sisters! We love thee brave nuns!!!

***

DO YOURSELF A FAVOR, START ROLLING! It's the only way to enjoy HIGH school. And as for the kolehiyalas/yolos out there, convince yourself : NO REGRETS! God bless the world this 2006!

12:00 am Christmas day

2005-12-24T23:55:00.000+08:00

Everyone's asleep. Happy birthday Jesus Christ.

***

I should get started on my lying around time. I'm so lonely I could cry. Huwapak. Joke lang.

***

Random Thoughts: My favorite pastime

1. I have written two entries in a span of about two hours?! How pathetic.
2. What's more pathetic is I can't remember how many hours it has been.
3. Without the internet, I would have gone loco.
4. My dog is frightened out of his mind because of the fireworks. It's Christmas! Adik sa paputok!
5. I want them to stop scaring my dog. He's such a scaredy-cat. How sad.
6. I have many connections with people. Because of boredom, I clicked on my friends' how you're connected to clicky thing. It turns out we're really very connected.
7. It's Christmas. I'm celebrating my Christmas with blogspot and friendster. Techno sapiens. Wehe.
8. The friends tv show's characters are quite nonsensical. The show as a whole is not. I looooove friends!
9. Nothing here satisfies my appetite. I miss someone. Ha? Food tapos tao. Weird. I really don't know who I miss.
10. Sino kaya yun?
11. While typing, it turns out, thoughts multiply. Dumadami yung 'random thoughts'. Hehe.
12. Kamusta na kaya si Pat, Joanna, at Moreen?
13. Nabati ko na ba sila?
14. Incubus. Genius. Woopidoo. I wish I could've gone to their concert.
15. Sige na nga, I'll play typer shark. Sayang gabi ko. Hehe.
16. There's no alcohol?! It's christmas!
17. May namamasko. Kawawa naman siya. Oh well, poorita eh.
***

I'm still troubled about the freaking ENVI SCI.

***

I'm starting to feel better.

For the nth time, Merry Christmas. Sana may regalo. Hehe. Quits quits kaming lahat dito.

10:10 pm, New Year's Eve

2005-12-24T22:03:00.000+08:00

There is absolutely nothing to do here. I'm still quite nervous, waiting for a call from Asian and waiting for the questionnaire from Makati Medical Center and all. I can't seem to sit and think straight, because there's still no assurance of if ever we will have a hospital. Oh God, I really have created a problem.

I sat for an hour on the stoney steps afront our house. It was chilly, and being alone, it was quite depressing. The neighbors were playing a very sentimental christmas song very loudly. The christmas lights which were festooned at their gates were flickering madly, and all of it was making me feel like an abandoned lover in a sad christmas hollywood film. I'm not really sure what happened next, but I started walking, reminiscing perhaps and trying to absorb the vibe of what 'solitary christmas' is all about. I'm not saying my family has abandoned me or anything (Home alone ba ito?) but it was my decision to escape from the house, trying to absorb the "true meaning of christmas" which they were all talking about by myself. I was incessantly digging my soul for some answer, because it's cruel to be sad during christmas eve, but I still felt so lonely and disssatisfied. I remembered starting to feel this way, and my friend texted me with a slightly humorous tone "Don't forget the true meaning of Christmas". I was struck with confusion. What did she mean by that? It was so cliche-ish, but I failed to understand what it meant. Text messages flooded my two cell phones (one for the sun subscribers and the other for the normal ones) and all of them contained the phrase "God blessed you and your family this Christmas..." Does it mean if you don't spend your holidays with them, it's not Christmas at all? It's a seemingly very childish thought, but I just can't grasp its reality.

Maybe it will take years before I finally realize things on my own. I fear that no matter how people try to explain what it really means, I will fail to recognize its essence. Yes, it really is about Jesus, but how come atheists and agnostics celebrate Christmas? It's a holiday in vain; christmas bonuses, getting drunk, gifts, non-working holidays, and all that bull. But what if I'm just plainly unhappy. Perhaps I am. I'm still a mess. I've screwed up my life. It is still reversible, but how can I possibly restore everything if there are many 'things' which I have to consider, things that are purely selfless. Sorry if my entry is this messy, moving from one topic to another. My questions still hang, and possibly all of them, along with the christmas lights, will be festooned in the gates and wrapped in the coconut trees every christmas. I'm still waiting for something to answer it, and along with its answer is a giant hand to give me a slap, and a giant saliva-filled mouth will be reciting a mantra "Shut up and listen!" Because I admit I have a tendency to seek for (difficult and complex) answers which will satisfy my brain, not the simple truth which it holds.

I opened my ym account. Crap, no one's online. I wish I weren't online right now. It's too sad to be online during christmas eve. Goodness, I must really be lonely.

***

Sorry about the very negative entry. Hope you're reading this way way after christmas, because it means you've enjoyed the holidays.

God is my lighthouse

2005-12-24T00:30:00.000+08:00

Guiding my aqueous transmission,
I will never be lost at sea.

Thanks to my savior.

***

Count your blessings.

1. Tapos na ang STS. Finally.
2. My mom's helping us in the hospital situation.
3. God created man. Then there were computers. Then the Internet was born, ang #1 detox.
4. He blessed me with reliable friends.
5. When I'm troubled, I pray to God. Then I speak to my dog. I'm reassured.
6. I'm still alive, though flooded by school work and problems (na kaakibat ng schoolwork)
7. The list goes on...

***

I'm happy. But I feel empty. Am I making sense?

I'm still a mess.

***

Feverish

2005-12-23T23:57:00.000+08:00

There's this particular person I hate. I don't know how to stop hating her. (For those who have some reactions, especially to my friends, don't worry. She's not who you think she is. She's some other irritating organism.)

She's the most insensitive person, and it pains me to hate her because I really don't want to. She's annoying, self-centered, dense, lazy, and she does everything for HER benefit. She's starting to kill me. She's getting into my nerves, blood vessels, lobes, and absolutely every molecule in my system. The negative energy surrounding her is infectious. When she's in a bad mood, my mood turns sour. When she's all perky, I get irritated and my mood again turns sour. God, do help me!

She thinks we're close (as I've told you, she's dense) and whenever we speak to each other, I have this urge to shut her out (but of course, I can't.) I feel miserable. Will I ever recover from this? All I want to do is rant about it. I want to scream and let the world know just how lousy I feel.

***

I'm a mess.

Random thoughts

2005-12-23T22:15:00.000+08:00

My thoughts are screeching in my head. Waha. Salamat sa inyo.

My worries and random thoughts.

1. Environmental Science. Huwata. Ask pusit. I'm grumbling. I'm dying.
2. I miss my best friends. Paintball daw. Movie. Wala. Poorita eh.
3. Exams. Layo pa. Feelingera ko naman. Aral today, forget tomorrow.
4. Gifts. To my best friends, highschool friends, friendly friends, college friends, friendsss, PAMILYA... Asa. Umasa ka pa sa poorita.
5. Typer Shark
6. Diet. Wala. Holidays are toxic.
7. Strange Pilgrims by Gabriela Garcia Marquez. Huwata. I can't read and worry at the same time. It's unfair to the book.
8. Po-on. Exchange gift by Sionil Jose. For crying out loud, he's at Faura. Autograph!
9. Harry Pootah. I left the sixth book at the dorm. It was too heavvy! I should be reading it right now.
10. King Kung. Ang pangit. Yak. Dragging.
11. Exams exams exams. Books books books. Dreams. Tsinelas lost. Birthday. How to spend a worry-free holiday. Sun walang signal. Malamig na pasko. Hay.

Thanks pusit for reminding me I have a blog. I always tend to forget. Woopie.

***

I miss...

Si chuva 1 and 2. Ahehe. My roommates can attest to that. Hehe. Malamig ang paskooo!!!!

***

Mga yuto-yuto. Ahehe. It was a fun period.

There's a light.

Stress-reliever

Sheer cuteness

Kim's rubber face: always imitated, never duplicated

Part two of my revenge. :) ang cute mo pusit!

Hear no evil, see no evil, speak no evil.
These three are evil. Hehe.

***

More pictures next time. :)

crapiness

2005-11-01T22:15:00.000+08:00

I'm in a weird place right now.

I dreamed about him again last night. He approached me and spoke to me; his words muffled, though his expression the most vivid I've ever seen. Then he smiled his most beautiful one, and I couldn't help but smile back. I was motionless, though still smiling, and my whole body turned into jell-o. I was in a state of shock, and when he finally said goodbye, I sank in my seat and simply smiled again. The dream started to drift when his friend smiled at me mockingly. Asking him in return, "What's your course again by the way, Moronology?" everything snapped back to reality and I woke up with the worst headache. The clock read 12:30 pm.

Everything's fuzzy. I hate this! I'm crumbling and feeling stupid and I can't seem to think straight. I haven't read anything for the past few days, and I feel really really awkward. I miss school. I takes my mind off its useless wanderings.

I really can't understand myself. It's hard to tell why I snap into this state occasionally, and the feeling's getting worse each time. I don't know what I want to do, I have a mild fever, my writing ability's deteriorating (seriously, I can't seem to write the way I did before.) But what can I expect? I'm taking a Science course. Though I am very passionate about literature, I'm taking up a med course, and apparently I'm no genius to be concentrating on two irrelated subjects simultaneously. I wish I knew what I wanted. I hope I'm doing what I really want, because shifting now is a huge mistake.

See? I keep thinking about things I've thought about and changing my mind and changing it back again and...

I need a cure. I miss school. I need school.

+++

Next semester:

Six units of Physics and three units of Environmental Science. *cheers weakly* At least I have a writing class! :)

I want to wake up feeling restored, refreshed, and just feeling wonderful. I want to dream things that are unimportant. I want to dream of faeries, clouds, meditation, meadows, clouds, stars, the milky way, and anything that won't result to a migraine. Crap. I just remembered, I still haven't enrolled yet. I feel exhausted.

grade-conscious

2005-10-29T10:33:00.000+08:00

I went to school yesterday to get my class cards. I was a bit frustrated with some of my grades, but at least, I did it! My average was high enough to make the Program Chairperson's list, so I do hope (I really hope) that I make it!

My next goal is that next semester I can make the Dean’s List. I swear I’m going to work extra hard to receive a high grade in NSTP. Seriously. NSTP!!! It’s preposterous! Ridiculous! Completely absurd! My friends laughed at me when I told them how NSTP is taken very seriously at St. Paul. In other universities, NSTP is an either pass or fail subject, and at St. Paul, I was given a notice saying that if I didn’t exceed the average needed, they would ask me to transfer schools or shift from the course. Our professor is pretty brutal considering she makes us memorize a lot of handouts (stress on the handouts for NSTP) and marks really low during essays. But I did it! My grade from the midterms rose eight points in the finals! You can just imagine how astounded I was! Sigh! I got through it! Yey for me!

By the way, for the first time in my life, I'm being grade-conscious. Seriously, I'm becoming mature!

+++

UPDATE

Last night, I slept at eight pm and woke up twelve pm this noon. I'm really becoming a pig at home. Also, I bought a Sun sim card. So I'm becoming mature, and I'm conforming.

+++

I'm making a 100 Dreams List, and now I think I have 80-something (I left my list at the dorm). It's really fun, and it boosts your motivation. I still remember some of what's written in mine.

To ride an elephant

To visit Italy (especially Rome and Tuscany)

To finally master playing the guitar

To lose (a lot) of weight

To learn to tap dance :)

To become a published writer.

I hope even some of my dreams come true ***

we survived

2005-10-28T20:09:00.000+08:00

~Caption~

Both soaked, on a bus home
(We survived the storm! ;) )

By the way, notice the resemblance. We look alike, don't we?

Nicole and Andrea
(Ning bading and Andeng)

The Wonder Boy

2005-10-26T19:00:00.000+08:00

Hail Rizal!

And what made me fall in love with a small person? Because small is great! (According to Nick Joaquin, it is!) Well for those of you who really know me, obviously my taste in guys is quite contradictory to the aforementioned (hehe) but seriously, I became awed by the work of Nick Joaquin called, “Rizal in Saga”. After reading the first chapter I couldn’t take my mind away from it and I actually postponed reading Harry Potter.
What makes Rizal massive? Beneath all those achievements lies a small, intensely shy boy who exceeded everyone’s expectations and made himself magnificent. Because in this universe, being small (figuratively and literally) is one of the hardest, and to be able to stretch your limitations and prove yourself to be good in the fields of science, art, medicine, and literature is really something. So for the “cute people” out there, indeed there is hope!

“Born diminutive, he made himself magnificent. If there had been no need to do so, if he had been of normal height and with normal capacities, he might have led a normal life, accepting the world as he found it and adjusting himself to it. And the nation would have lost a hero.
Heroism is the will to make yourself maxi if you are but mini. Wherever that effort be made, small is great.
Supremely did Jose Rizal make the effort.” – excerpt from “Rizal in Saga”

So to Dr. Jose Rizal, our national hero, I salute you!

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My life goes on...

I did something productive today! (I wrote and stimulated by brain cells)
Congratulations to me! ;)

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OohAve a beautiful birthdAy!oO

Ning ning bading! (my anak/lookalike!)

You're great! ;) loveyah!

Sembreak: at its finest

2005-10-26T00:50:00.000+08:00

It has been almost two weeks since the sem break and I terribly miss our dorm. Seriously. I even miss the foul odor of the air conditioner which makes our room smell like an MMDA male urinal. I miss my room mates and I miss my bed. But there's actually something I don't miss. The food! Wahaha!!! (Manang, peace tayo!)

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Caption

Paris? no, it's actually the view from our

room's window. :)

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Tomorrow's the distribution of our class cards. I can hardly feel my toes from the tension. What if I don't make honors because of stupid NSTP? Ahhh! I think I'm going to be sick.

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My life goes on...

For the past twelve days of the sem break I have done nothing but read, watch tv, lie around, sit around, play guitar, and stare at the ceiling. Seems like a lot of things to do? Nah-uh! It may seem that way, but really, it's very little work. I am bored out of my mind, and I actually am feeling rather excited about the distribution of class cards because of the shift in mood.(from bored->tensed) My cousin's here, and we share the pains of boredom in the house. We are both very poor right now, which makes this even more distressing considering the heatwave, the brownout that just occured, and of course, the languor which doesn't really seem to go away. From time to time we do find something to do, perhaps an interesting tv show or a riot from Luis and his demands for "Marney!!!" (Barney) which we do find irritating after a while considering we now memorize the entire cd. Ahhh! Vacation's beauty: you want it when you can't have it, and when it's finally yours, you want to get rid of it.

FACTS

I just found out:

Don't buy Havaianas. They're made by children through slave labor. I swear.