NOT-YOUR-AVERAGE-MURSE

I'm a natural seducer? sounds logical...

2006-02-18T15:13:00.000+08:00

Your Seduction Style: Au Natural

You rank up there with your seduction skills, though you might not know it.
That's because you're a natural at seduction. You don't realize your power!
The root of your natural seduction power: your innocence and optimism.

You're the type of person who happily plays around and creates a unique little world.
Little do you know that your personal paradise is so appealing that it sucks people in.
You find joy in everything - so is it any surprise that people find joy in you?

You bring back the inner child in everyone you meet with your sincere and spontaneous ways.
Your childlike (but not childish) behavior also inspires others to care for you.
As a result, those who you befriend and date tend to be incredibly loyal to you.

What Kind of Seducer Are You?

How could something so true sound so bad? Hehe... :P

Another result from Blogthings

2006-02-18T14:55:00.000+08:00

I'm so guilty of being lazy to start on my surgical paper.

So I'm sharing this result from Blogthings.

You Are Rain

You can be warm and sexy. Or cold and unwelcoming.
Either way, you slowly bring out the beauty around you.

You are best known for: your touch

Your dominant state: changing

What Type of Weather Are You?

Perfect. Just as I wished.

See that, I'm known for my touch. Nothing says it better.

Wanna try? Kidding... :D

It's official, I'm old.

2006-02-18T14:14:00.000+08:00

Yah you heard it. I am old. Twenty years to be exact.

For a time I really thought I'd be trapped in the age-teen years. You know, the comfy feeling that your age still ends with the word "teen" as in "nine-TEEN." But no, I was evading the inevitable.

I have a friend who just tunred nineteen and she wasn't that happy at all, like me.

Egs: I agree, birthdays aren't meant to be happy in the first place. That's why everyone greets you "Hapy Birthday" hoping it would be happy for you this time. As for me, the wishing wasn't enough.

I literally spent my day having this odd empty feeling inside. No joke, no present [literally no present, come on people where's the tradiiton? hehe], no cake [although I have three in our frige], no dinner [I ate American Grilled Ribs that night] could make me happy.

What's odd is, the only thing that put a smile on my face was watching my family being messy and "magulo" as they always were: my nephews hitting each other, my sister-in-law being the friend to all even her kids, my mom telling us to be respectful, my younger sister being the annoying girl she is, and my older sister being "the responsible one," and I being the snobby one at dinner.

Me while watching them doing their stuff: "Ang gulo natin...kahit kelan." Yah, sounds rude. But I meant it. And I'm glad I did.

Putting aside the very few people, I can actually count them with my fingers and toes, who greeted me that day, another thing that made me feel half-empty-half-fulfilled was finally having my very first complete episodes of one of my favorite TV series: HOUSE.

What does this mean, it means I finally have a reason to start on my long planned collection of TV series. I know it's too early for you to know but just in case, here's a list of my favorite TV series. I bet you could find a whole season worth of episodes of some of these:

Friends [10 seasons]
Nip\Tuck [3 seasons so far]
CSI: New York [couldn't count]
Desperate Housewives [1 season complete]
Charmed [6-8 seasons, i think]
Medical Investigation [dunno]
Lost [all time-favorite, 2 seasons so far]
Joey [2 seasons?]
The OC [just a reason to see Mischa Barton at home]
ok maybe Smallville too [Star wrold and Studio 23 are too delayed already]
other seasons of HOUSE

There's actually many more. But I'm blank right now. So there, birthday's over. Time to face the world as a 20-year old young adult.

And quite a handsome young adult may I say. Harhar!!!

Ah, DLA again...

2006-02-18T13:39:00.000+08:00

So many things.. so lazy to tell...

First stop: elementary reunion.

It's been a hell of seven years since we officially last saw each other. Technically we met a few years before but not really had the time to resocialize. So I was really looking forward to it. bad thing is, i was 2 hours late. Well, a few others had watches running late too so I wasn't really Mr. Tardy of the Night.

The party wasn't an official reunon. One friend had a party so friends from elementary and highschool, and who could forget college were there. Since some of them were together from elementary to college, it's pretty natural to have "cliques."

Initial Reaction: "Should I say hi to them?"

So what's the problem with a "hi?" Nothing. But some of the party people we only were acquainted during elemntary. We never were in one classroom, all together mingling and joking around. It was really quite "nakaka-ilang" for a few of us [people like me who never exchanged conversations with them]. But in the end, we had a lot, as in a lot of fun. To those who would bei nterested, here's the roster:

Renelson, Andrea, Faye, Gin [the celebrant], Michelle, Gaea, Cherry Mae, Jo, Migs, Hervy Marry Anne [aka Ma-anne nowadays], Ralph Bala and a whole lot more of DLA people I never had the chance to be coverse with.

The best thing about the party: when Gin, Cherry, Renelson, Andrea and myself decidedto have a sip of coffee. Finally, some real QUALITY TIME. We had the night exchanging updates of our lives and others, for some who knew what the hell is happening to the others, and being nostalgic about the days that were DLA.

How to end a not-so-quite-of-a-reunion: Say "Sige, next time ulit ah."

And hope to God what was said would happen.

2006-02-12T12:18:00.000+08:00

I vow this is the last for the day... Bhlek!

'Power Color.' What in the name of jesus is that? Well, here's the result nwayz.

Your Power Color Is Indigo

At Your Highest:

You are on a fast track to success - and others believe in you.

At Your Lowest:

You require a lot of attention and praise.

In Love:

You see people as how you want them to be, not as how they are.

How You're Attractive:

You're dramatic flair makes others see you as mysterious and romantic.

Your Eternal Question:

"Does This Work Into My Future Plans?"

What's Your Power Color?

Whow! It's not exactly a test of my personality that I'd want you to see. But heck, what's the fuss. Guess I still have to fix quite a few of my bolts and nuts to make me a nicer being.

Geesh! Who wants to be nice anyway? Harhar!!!

What donut am I?

2006-02-12T12:05:00.000+08:00

Here' another random test from blog things.

I've been on the food trail lately...

You Are a Powdered Devil's Food Donut

A total sweetheart on the outside, you love to fool people with your innocent image.
On the inside you're a little darker, richer, and more complex.
You're a hedonist who demands more than one pleasure at a time.
Decadent and daring, you test the limits of human indulgence.

What Donut Are You?

Woow... i didn't even know that donut existed...

Sounds very very indulging indeed.

Yum!!!

on the coffee trail....

2006-02-12T12:00:00.000+08:00

Can't really think of anything to do so i decided to drop by blog things.

Well well... here's the result on the question "What coffee are you?"

You Are a Frappuccino

At your best, you are: fun loving, sweet, and modern

At your worst, you are: childish and over indulgent

You drink coffee when: you're craving something sweet

Your caffeine addiction level: low

What Kind of Coffee Are You?

Kinda disappointed though...thought I was more addicted than that.

Guess not!

A quite-not-so-first taste of real coffee

2006-01-29T22:24:00.000+08:00

As an ode to myself, I treated myself to a much deserved coffee break at... Where else, no need to mention the name.

After having been gone to have my hair cut (I now have a picture of a bunch of people saying "Mukha kang totoy") I eagerly walked a few meters from the salon the the coffeeshop whose name sounds more of a fad. I walked inside and smiled at the barista. She smiled back at me and I happily said...

"I'll have a Grande-Almond-Caffe'-Mocha. For Here."

That was perfect. Nothing could ruin this night I reserved for myself. Then I remembered...

"Could you add a Caramel Belgian Waffle?"

Sweet. A perfect treat to go with my mocha.

I went upstairs and got me a nice spot. This looks a'ight. Not too cold, as the aircon was spotted not too far yet not to near, yet with just enough lighting to read my nursing journal.

I was eager to have my first sip in weeks. I took the cup and put it near my mouth. Another "hmmm..." The scent of espresso was seeping through my nasal cavities.

"Hmmm...strong..."

I had my first taste of my dear caffe' mocha and the experience was just plain...exhilarating. The mocha was there but the shot of espresso just gave the mocha an extra angle of adventure in it.

All right, I just had to try how it goes with my caramel waffle. As I expected, excellente!

An hour passed and the whole voyage to espresso town was finished.

Right now, the hot texture of my caffe' mocha still gives me a punch in the head.

That's one drink down.

Note to self: Try Tall-Sugar-free-Vanilla-Mango-Tea-Frappuccino next.

Second Note to Self: Treat Egay to a Tall-Hazelnut-White-Chocolate-Mocha-decaff for her birthday. Or not. She could barely survive the espresso. Maybe a latte' will do.

Great Five and Galaxy Robot

2006-01-29T21:45:00.000+08:00

Now we're about ot reach the end of our memory lane that is Maskman. The Maskman mechas have got to unite sometime. Of course, the Shotbomber/Jet Cannon isn't enough to beat the Dogler monsters...

So when these five components unite...

They form... The Maskman Great Five Robot!!!

Equipped with special moves and weapons like...

a.) Great Gun
b.) Gyro Cutters
c.) ang pamatay na move: Photon Laser sword [Final Aura Burst]

But a twist happens in the middle, another robot is given to them. The robot is primarily in the form of a truck called the Land Galaxy which transforms into the...

Galaxy Robot!!!

Well, this robot reminds of a funny thing. One of its moves called the Galaxy Bazooka is pretty funny to look at. What happens is the two guns in the form of the robot's nipples fire with a sort of -in-then-out movement. Can't really conjure the exact words but I hope you get the picture. Just imagine two tubes going in and out of your chest in the exact spot of your nipples. Funny is it not!? Hahaha!!! :p

Trivia: Maskman is the first in Sentai history to have used a five-piece robot. Remember that Bioman only has a two-piece robot!? That's in addition to the itroducing the first concept of a 6th member in Sentai history. If you ask me, Maskman made a gazillion milestones which paved the way to our modern-not-so-impressing-unbelievably-lame versions of Power Rangers. Eat that Bandai!!! ;P

Maskman - The Machines

2006-01-29T13:01:00.000+08:00

All heroes need cool machines to complete their look. Now, the Maskman have five of their own. They fight off the centipede machines of the Tube Empire using these vehicles. Where are they contained?

The Maskman first calls the Turbo Ranger [of course Red Mask gets to do this because he's the leader, yah right!]. The Turbo Ranger is a not-so-cool-lookng fortress which is able to fly and contains the five pieces of the Great Five.

And here they are, complete!

Red Mask: Mask Fighter
Black Mask: Mask Drill
Blue Mask: Mask Tank
Yellow Mask: Mask Jet
Pink Mask: Mask Gyro

Shotbomber and Jet Cannon

2006-01-29T12:39:00.000+08:00

Now...like any other Sentais...Maskman also have this sort of group weapon apart from their own. The other Sentais have this concept of personal weapons combining to form one big, extreme, finishing weapon!

The Maskman, they have the...

Shotbomber!!!

and...

Jet Cannon!!!

The Shotbomber is their first group weapon. But in one of the episodes, the Shotbomber fails to kill one of the monsters and gets destroyed. So..basically the Maskman need an upgrade. Evidently, they were able to design a new weapon which of course is the Jet Cannon. Now, this is some weapon because it's... a.) a pow-wow some-kinda-ultimate group weapon and b.) a one-heckuvva ride for Red Mask by transforiming into Jet Rider.

Now, isn't that something!?

A better look at the weapons

2006-01-28T20:29:00.000+08:00

A short post. I noticed Red Mask took almost all the space in the previous pic so here's a better pic where the Maskman show their weapons...

Without Red Mask! Thank gahd!

Hehe!

MASKMAN - The Weapons

2006-01-28T20:14:00.000+08:00

Of course, all Sentai's have personal weapons. Their field of expertise if you may. The Maskman have a variety. As expected, their have guns and swords. But of course, Maskman is different. They have swords and guns in one. They are called Magnums. I actually have a picture but Im guessing you have a pretty good picture in your mind so I'll just post this instead.
Yup. These are their personal favorites. A list if you may...ahem.

Red Mask: Mask Blade with Laser Arrow
Black Mask: Mask Rod which turns into Chucks
Blue Mask: Mask Tonfas
Yellow Mask: Mask Rotor Yoyos
Pink Mask: Mask Ribbon with electric current [so lame a weapon]

The first 6th character in Sentai history

2006-01-28T19:33:00.000+08:00

Maskman fans who got through 39 episodes would remember an odd-looking green Maskman character. Yes, people, meet X1 Mask.

Designation: X1 Mask
Real Name: Asuka Ryoo
Fil Name: Roy
Powers: can't remember [I bet it wasn't interesting]

So what's the story of this guy. He is actually the first Maskman, a prototype of the 5 multi-colored Maskman. Unfortunately, his wife was kille by one of the Dogler monsters and that was the beginning of the end of his career as a Maskman. But in episode 39, he reappears and helps the Maskman in fighting one particular Dogler monster. Sadly, he loses all his Aura powers in the end.

X.S. This character appeared only once but this was the start of the concept of a 6th character in Sentai history. I guess we could say he is the ancestor of Tommy, the Green Power Ranger. Nice!

The Kontrabidas

2006-01-28T18:50:00.000+08:00

Presenting, the villains of Maskman.

Here's a short profile of the villains of Maskman who made sure it won't be easy for our heroes to put a stop to the Tube Empire [in order from of R to L]:

Fumin "Fumin": She is a ninja of the Fu tribe, loyal servant of Zehba in service to the Igan tribe. Her main weapon is the shuriken and she has the ability to produce fire through her mouth. She is the unofficial rival of Yellow Mask because of their ninja skills.

Prince Igam "Ikamu": Prince Igam is actually a princess, a true heir to the throne of Tube royal family. She could create an electric force field but this drains much of her energy. Although 'she' is to portray as 'he', its pretty obvious that 'he' is a 'she' since she has boobs and all. Hehe. Plus, what prince would wear 3-inch high heels!?

Anagmas "Punong Ministrong Anagmus":An oversized beast who is a know-it-all. That's basically it. On the side, he looks pretty gross!!!

Emperor Zehba "Emperador Seba": The leader of the underground Tube Empire. A corrupt individual who causes the destructive motions of the empire. He is not really a member of the Tube royal family as he is actually a son of the Lissadogla monster, once killed by the original royal family.

Baraba "Dargan": A skilled swordsman of the Baluga tribe and a rival of Igam. He has a special ability, the Underground Sword.

Oyubu "Bulko": This is my favorite villain in Maskman becuase he has super speed abilities and he can create fireballs in his hands.

The girl in the small corner is Princess Lal or Mio. She is known as Rio, the love icon of Michael Joe. Remember the necklace Michael Joe always looks at? Yup, it originally belongs to Rio but it got into Michael Joe's hands jus tbefore Rio was sucked back underground. She doesn't have much exposure since she was a frozen block of ice for most of the episodes. I can't imgiane what her talent fee was. Poor actress...good thing she's beautiful.

There's actually another villain. But this villain only appears after the smaller version of the Dogler monster was slained. The name is Okerampa. Small, round, ugly monster with sort of flower-like flaps above the head. He shoots a monster-enlarging beam whenever the Tube empire loses their monster. What's funny is that Okerampa always had a side comment after he finishes his job. I remember well in one episode, before he returned underground, he said: "Hay naku, bahala na kayo dyan!"

Akalain mo yun? Kamusta naman dyan Okerampa!? So, who do you hate the most?

Blue Mask -My Favorite Maskman

2006-01-28T18:32:00.000+08:00

Since the day I was able to think for myself, I have felt a sort of bias for liking fictional characters in blue. Either that or the characters with blue color just seem to protray my very own perosnality. For example, I would like to present to you my favorite Maskman: BLUE MASK!!!

Designation: Blue Mask
Name: Akira
Fil. Name: Adrian
Expertise: Chinese Boxing and Broadsword Fighting
Weapon: Mask Tonfas [t'ever they are]

I really idolize this cahracter. He's the youngest of the team. He's supposed to be only 16 years old. Plus, he knows Wushu [which by the way I'd really llike to learn]. I remember one episode where he's the main character. He met this girl and the sotry goes on. My brain cells aren't exactly remembering them all. Anyway, the last scene was captivating coz he was practicing his broadsword skills and he peeled an apple and lsice it in an instant. Although he idea is farfetched, the movements were really awesome and cool. Plus, his weapon is the most unusual I've seen. tonfas, what are they really? Sort of dagger-with-hammer-end-like but not so much the slicing type. Looks cool to haveo ne though. So there. That baout wraps up why he's my favorite Maskman.

Shallow reasons? Hey, you have your own favorite Maskman, let me have mine. Meddler!!!

Besides, if I am to be in a Sentai [a term for all color-coded Japanese characters], I'd also like the idea of being the youngest. Oh, I forgot to mention that I seem to have this conclusion that Blue characters are either the smart ones or the cute ones and that's the precise character I'd love to portray. Hehe...

Commander Sugata

2006-01-28T16:33:00.000+08:00

Commander Sugata
A.K.A. "Direktor Samuel Sugata"
Profile: He is the founder of the Maskman. He is a martial artist as well as a scientist. He is the owner of the Sugata Racing team, of which Michael Joe was the leading racer. He discovered the uprising of the Tube empire under Emperor Zehba "Emperador Seba." He gave five ordinary men and women Aura powers to fight the surfacing of the Tube Empire.

Note: He is famous for his "meditation pose" in front of the half-buddha-half-robot poster.

Pink Mask

2006-01-28T16:29:00.000+08:00

Momoko/Pink Mask
Fil. Name: Mary Rose
Expertise: Tai Chi Chuan [t'ever that is]

X.S. She's really hot!!!

Yellow Mask

2006-01-28T16:24:00.000+08:00

Haruka/Yellow Mask
Fil. Name: Eloisa
Expertise: Ninja Master

Black Mask

2006-01-28T16:19:00.000+08:00

Kenta/Black Mask
Fil. Name: Leonard
Expertise: Kung Fu

The Cast of Maskman

2006-01-28T15:49:00.000+08:00

The Cast:

Takeru/Red Mask
Fil Name: Michael Joe
Expertise: F1 Racing and Karate

MASKMAN - the orginal Power Rangers

2006-01-28T15:10:00.000+08:00

Oh gahd, oh gahd!

I was surfing the net when an idea suddenly struck me. MASKMAN!

This is my all-time favorite kid show. I remember waking up every saturday when I was about half my height right now. Oh the memoirs...

"Humanda na kayo, kampon ng kadiliman..."

How it feels good to sing along with the opening theme. I'm pretty sure all of you remember playing with your friends, with you as either "Michael Joe" if your Red Mask, or "Mary Rose" if your Pink Mask. Cute. Now, here's a sample of the MASKMAN pose which I really enjoyed looking for and looking at.

The concept of MASKMAN is really catchy. Apart from the romantic sotry at the side, the idea of how they transform to me is very much original. Thinking of it, I wonder why nobody else use their concept.

So what is this concept that I'm babbling about. The five chosen ones use their Aura Powers to transform. If I'm not mistaken, they get enclosed in a sort of triangular prism and that's how the transforming begins. Haha! I forgot to mention, they get half-naked when transforming!!! Harhar! Now ownder it's moy favorite. Kidding! I think there's a sample of them above transforming.

Btw, I really believe they have the best costumes in history of Sentai. Not too robotic-looking, not too cutsy, not too techy...just enough of Aura-Japanese action with a touch of tech to it. Plus, you won't mistake Yellow and Pink mask as men since theit costumes come complete with a pari of earrings. Sweet. Now that's a first!

Wait, the hand movements...now that's really something I admit mimicking. Michael Joe's transforming hand pose is the favorite of most kids, you know. Being Red and all...but not me [but I'll talking about that in another post.

I can't really tell you how much excited I am to be talking about my favorite kiddie show. How I really wish one network would show their episodes again. Oh yeah, it wasn't finished. They didn't show the last episode. Of course it's obvious that they'd win in the end....but I just really am lookng forward to watching it.

For now, this is all I'll be saying from now. Wait for the next ones. To all 1980's kids, watch out coz I'll be reliving my MASKMAN days through a series of posts. Hope you'll enjoy reading and reminiscing with me.

As they say: "Aura Mask!!!"

Hurrah!!! I'm over it, finally!

2006-01-28T14:58:00.000+08:00

TAPOS NA KO SA COMMUNITY!!!

SA WAKAS!!!

That really felt good saying... Nothing beats a feeling of getting over two weeks of my rotation in the community. Especially when the community is miles away from the college.

Oh geesh! One thing good thoguh about my community experience, is that the second family that I took care of gave me a box fullof balot and itlog na maalat. After all, Pateros is known as the Balot Capital of the Philippines.

So there, I lived the two weeks of community duty... Now I'm back in my hospital rotations. Almost through, still have about 5 more helluva weeks to finish. Not to mention one surgical paper and one graded neurologic assessment.

Oh well, the price to pay for being intelligent. Sweet!

half past my grave

2006-01-22T16:26:00.000+08:00

As the title says... i am have now crawled half past my grave.

I still have another week in Pateros. That means another week of busy busy busy old me. But this week's got to be different. I pray to God it is.

Oh well, you'll know in a week.

Crap...still have loads of paper to do. I really need a break after this.

Tall hot almond latte with whip, maybe a plain almond mocha frap will do, here I come. Slurp. Yum!

haay...the new Pinoy headline:

2006-01-22T16:02:00.000+08:00

2 minutes and 33 seconds in the 10th round...

a punch goes through...

wham! The PACMAN wins by Total Knockout!!!

It's really surprising... On regular days we go through political mayhem and fickle economy like its food on the lunch table. But on days like these...everything just seems to stop.

On days like these when there's a boxing match at stake, every filipino's face gets glued to the television. We patiently wait for a good ol' left-right punch, a right hook even.

Today, was definitely a holiday.

I was watching the TV when 'madam' was on the line. Oh gee... spare me the words of a good TRAPO. Kulang na lang gawin niyang hoiliday ang araw na to. Oh, that wasn't an actual suggestion madame president. Just an opinion.

But really, it's expected that the media will now go loco over the news that Manny won. Expect it to be on newspaper headlines, both spreadsheets and tabloids, and every feature news of curret events program on TV. Manny's face will be on every television set, interviews here and there, endorsements everywhere. It' s a chaos I tell you. For the next 1 week, two if he's lucky, every tambay and tindera will be talking of him and how he made Morales fall on the 10th round.

What's funny is how this will all disappear on the day a news of the next murder or a jail breakout is reported. Poor Manny, his 15 minutes of fame is over. Guess he'll just have to wait for the next boxing match.

Maybe we have to make boxing as the new means for electing new presidents. Just imagine GMA and Susan Roces or Erap on the boxing rink beating the hell out of each other. Wouldn't that be amusing!? That way we are sure to have someone who people will be cheering for. Afterall, unity sets in during every Filipino boxing match. Pathetic. Just plain pathetic.

X.S. That darn song from OnL which I used to like is playing again on the background while the interview's on. Come on! Can't you networks think of any new Pinoy song? My eardrums are perforated already!!!

Peteros. hmmm...memoirs

2006-01-15T16:19:00.000+08:00

Please pray for me as hard as you can.

I am now about to embark in a journey that is Pateros. That would mean two weeks of baggy eyes and saggy feelings of exhaustion.

I'll be back in two weeks. Just so you know if I survived or not.

X.S. Dr. C, please be gentle on us. We are but petty nursing sutdents in your hands... Amen.

when the rich know the rich...how?

2006-01-15T16:10:00.000+08:00

I have been wanting to post this for long since the day Ms. Zafra blessed us with her post of the same topic.

But this is one topic that has so much complexities that I would only tackle one of them. So, how do rich people get to know other rich people?

Simple, the connections are just too easy to pick. for example, while we were injecting anti-rabies (this i simply enjoy doing, no excuses needed) intradermally (a route that is common for people with kelloid on their left arms since they were still in diapers), our CI happens to be some chinese nurse who goes by the name Sir T -surname that smelled of money, lots of money.

First rich-to-rich encounter:
One patient was a little girl about the age of 10 or less. By the looks of her chubbiness, and the looks of her mom's jewelry, and the looks of her now rich-looking yaya, I assumed that they were, with conviction, rich people. One look of Sir T at the patient's records and BAM! The rich conversation started.

Sir T: "Oh, magkapitbahay pala tayo eh. San kayo sa BF Paranaque?"
Chubby mom: "Sa may ano...(can't remember the exact name). Kayo?"
Sir T: "Sa may Conti's ako."

Then the conversation of the rich went on. When we were about to adminsiter the injection, the brat started crying. Usually, normal mothers would only restrain their child and say unwatned and unassuring comfort lines like "hindi, mabilis lang yan" or "ay wag kang malikot sige ka." But no, this mother had to ask. "Oh no baby, don't cry. It's just like the bite of an ant." Uhm mother, what ant are we talking about? Ant the size of Jollibee perhaps?

Next comfort line. "Ok, where do you want to eat after? You want to eat at Chibbos (not sure of the name as i haven't eaten there)? You want to eat their spaghetti?" Then, the yaya made the same unassuring line.

Spare me the crap. No spaghetti can make the pain of an intradermal injection go away. And yaya, your not rich. your alaga is. harhar! I'm really getting used to this mean personality. Oh well, not the first time.

An advise to the rich mother: please don't leave you child in the kitchen. She'll have Diabetis or Obesity in no time.

Second rich-to-rich encounter.
The next patient was, again, an individual who looked like he was left in the kitchen his entire life. Only, he's already in his young adult years.

Sir T asked: "Graduate ka na ba?"
Rich early-adult: "Hindi po. May business na po."
Sir T: "Ano?"
Rich young adult: "Naghahandle po ng (some japanese restaurant which sounded good)"
Sir T: "A yung sa Filinvest?"
Rich early-adult: "Pero meron din po sa ATC"

Again. BAM! Connection linked. It turns out, Sir T is a friend of the rich young-adult's family. It so happens that the rich boy's tita went to Florida and did a favor for one of Sir T's siblings. The favor, bring home some green dough for them from their relative.

And again, the conversation went on until the injection was finished.

Really now. It's no wonder the friendster links among rich people are so common and tangled like a web. Of course, who better to know and meet than your kind, right?

Good thing for us average people, we get to know people from both sides of the spectrum. Now that's what I call flexible.

Yes. There is a word of the day. "BAM!!!"

aw gahd...here we go again...

2006-01-15T16:05:00.000+08:00

It has started. The curse that is upon us nursing students.

As if christmas vacation was any more longer than 2 weeks, sleepless night haunt me again. I now have a total of 12 hours of sleep debt, at least. But that was just for this week. I haven't counted last week. well, my rotation on wards and clinics are here again.

First stop: RITM. For the ignorant and innocent: Research Institute for Tropical Medicine.

What: A specialized research center majoring on the fields of communicable diseases.
Specialty: HIV, Rabies, Tetanus, and snake bites.

Experience: There really isn't much to tell. Ecept that maybe we were pissed off by almost the whole week. Imagine. I wake up eraly to get there on time which 7 AM. Then we arrive there and wait until about 9:30 for someone to finally notice. "Hey, we have students from UP?" This wouldn't have pissed us off. The thing is, there were like a gazillion students from god-knows-where nursing schools who are being accomodated in an instant. Then BAM!!! I had to dare ask.

Me: "Mam, do you think by tomorrow we'll have a CI already assigned to us? Kasi yung iba po kita namin may CI talaga..." With looks of futile hope)
Some nurse: "Ay, hindi ko alam eh. Kasi yung iba kaya ganun nagbabayad kasi sila."

Oh shit. Why did I even ask. I forgot I was studying in a school where money didn't really matter, all you need is a healthy brain.

It hit us. Soooo...that's why.

Then some other nurse had to rub it in. "Ay hindi ba sila nagbabayad?" (With condescending looks) Go ahead, rub it in bitch! Really, we felt so little you couldn't have seen us even with a microscope.

So there we were for 4 days, tiringly waiting for nothing. Well, not really nothing.

There was this one day when 2 of us had a patient with pneumonia. Then we found out there were two other patients from some nursing school (clue: name of a hero that is very military and whose face can be seen in an already phased-out money in green). Oh no, competitive factor is on. The CI asked, "what do you call unbequal pupils?" Guess who was able to answer. ME!!! Hah! Take that money-paying-for-education students! Ok, that sounded too bitter. Well, I am. So what.

I realized that yah, maybe we are not paying hospital institutions. But heck, other hospitals are dying to have us work for them.

To that some nurse who gave us irritating looks just because we don't pay, may you be blessed with more second-rate nursing students... May you feel the emptiness in teaching them. Amen.

Tell me, am I too mean...?

2006-01-05T20:28:00.000+08:00

First post for 2006!!!Finally, the year has turned a notch higher...

Not much has happened actually. Well, it's only 01-03-06. Shit. I wrote the wrong date in my test paper a while ago. Oh well, no brainer.

The year for us nursing students is nothing to be excited about. Unless of course you like staying up late in front of the PC. Thinking of nursing care plans and neurologic examinations. As for me, hell no! I'd love to lie down the whole day. To hell with bed sores.

But that's not why i decided to post despite papers already due since 10 ages ago. Yesterday, I bought one, yes, only one ballpen for my clinicals which started today [racoon eyes are here again] at a popular bookstore. Clue: red is their color. I was next in line when this person came from, god knows where, and stood beside me. He looked at the packing lady and handed out two small bulb-containing boxes. Ok. Keep your cool jay, I thought to myself. Then the most irritating thing happened. The counter-lady took the boxes and punched them in and asked for the payment!!! I was so mad!!! But they weren't food handlers so I didn't necessarily have the rage to bicker. What ticked me was not the part where the counter-lady didn't see me. It's that the person, who by the way works for this certain employment agency, looked like nothing happened and that it was his right to cut the line, my line! Aaaaaarrrggh!!! Major bitching happened. When the man left, I decided to reprimand the counter-lady and packing lady.

Me: "Miss, next time paki tignan kung sino yung susunod sa pila. Kasi inuna niyo siya eh kanina pa ko dito kasunod."

That could have calmed my nerve. But this is all the response I got.

Bookstore ladies: silence... then nods with blank looks as if saying... "ano sabi mo?" or maybe "ano problema mo?" or even "uuuuuhh..."

Crap!!! How bull could they get!? Had I been a little more pissed, I'd really have given what I give waiters for poor service. F*@k them asshole full of shit people!!! Ooops, Ms. Zafra said 'sphincter' is the P.C. [politically-correct] term. Damn them sphincter full of shit people. Hmmm...doesn't sound quite as mean. Oh well.

Anyway, after that I did some thinking. I was very much at fault too. I should have fought for my right when the employment person was there and during the time the crime occurred. Oh well, I'll get them next time... Damn them bookstore ladies!

Pahabol. May araw din sila...!!!

F.Y.I. This wasn't the first time this happened. Only, the other time I got the justice I deserved.

new thing to do...

2005-12-31T19:41:00.000+08:00

uuuuuhhhh... now what do i do!?!

I just got my Starbucks planner a while ago. Just as expected, i was very, uh, excited to flip the pages. But crap... I remembered. Now I have another business to worry about. It hit me. I do have to write on this thing, don't I? *Sana lang di ba!?!* Of course! I won't let all that dough I spent go to the bin for nothin!

But really, I had to ask my sister how to use a planner. Duh! You write on it? Yeah, I know. But how do you write on it?

Plus, there's a story that goes with the planner. Kind of nice actually. Whoever wrote it should have made millions by now. Imagine all the coffee-addicts who are now drooling while flipping through their very own finding your favorite.

Aha! There's a part where I can put my thoughts..my very random and apocalyptic thougths. Useful. For the blog that is.

I can see it now... Me and my planner. Going to places. Meeting people. Having adventures. Recording history as it happens. Drinking coffee. Having sex. Eeeennngk!!! Wrong thought and wrong partner. Tsk tsk. Shame.

What's the best thing about the planner? There are coupons that come with it. What coupons? Well, they're supposed to allow me to have a free drink when I buy one of my own. If not that, discounts and the like. For treating friends. I guess. Like that will happen. *snicker* Not really. This is a form of compenstation for spending on them damn coffee. Worth your dough? You answer. You spend a total of Php 2,100.00 for fraps and hot chocos and all you get is this? Set of coupons! Coupons!!! Aaaaaahhh!!!

Oh well, that'll do. Better that than nada.

This is definitely the best conspiracy in the world. The Coffee Conspiracy!!!

*how much do you think did Starbucks earn from this promo? I wonder...

A new year has begun!!!

2005-12-31T18:54:00.000+08:00

Happy New Year Everyone!!!

May a Blessed Year Come in Our Hearts' Way!!!

21 stickers...COMPLETE!!!

2005-12-30T17:28:00.000+08:00

Finally!!! I am complete!!!

Well, my Starbucks card that is. I finally did it. Took me a bloody month to complete 21 stickers.

Exact time of completion: December 29, 2005 exactly 7:10 PM.

I am now officially a Peppermint Hot Choco addict. Ain't exactly coffee but definitely addicting. Plus, it's good for my ulcer. At least i think it is...

Thing is, don't really have my planner...yet. Turns out, they ran out of stock due to the Christmas rush. Damn them coffee addicts! Oh well, there's always tomorrow... Can't wait to get my hands on that friekin planner. First one in a lifetime. Hope there's a next, and a next, and a next.

The problem with planners is that i really don't learn to follow them. Got a huge procrastinator over here, if ya' don' mind. But at least I ain't behind them people who brag their planners. Not that I'm planning to do it as well... Maybe. I'm feelin the planner is about to help me accomplish some of my abandoned and incoming nursing papers, especially when duty calls in. But in UP's terms, some means piles, mountains even. Well that's the price to pay for good education, right kiddos?

X.S. Thanx for the post christmas gift egs! Knew you'd do it, but i added a few more. Thanx for showing me how to do it in the first place.

Two stickers to go!!!

2005-12-27T19:47:00.000+08:00

Shit, shit, shit...

This is how i am when i'm either excited or fucked up.

Anyhow, I am currently riding along the grab-a-starbucks-drink-twenty-one-times-and-get-a-planner" bandwagon. That was kinda tiring to type. Wheeew! I'm sweaty all over. Now don't get aroused with me being all sweaty. Ain't exactly the buffed-up jock type. Hehe. But the coffe topic is for another post... Excited to read are yeh!?

Well, just had my fave Peppermint Hot Chocolate for the 19th time [not really, some of the stickers were from friends]. Which would mean i still have two stickers to go! Come on friends, anyone who's curious to help!?

Call our hotline at 1-800-JULIUS for your donations. All calls are guaranteed toll free. Hehe

A Christmas Story continued...

2005-12-27T18:55:00.000+08:00

Alas, i have found the time in a million galaxies to continue my post!!! Snaps for me! Do it or I'll tell my mom! Kiddin!

It was the night before christmas... The sky was dark and snow was fallin. Eeeengkk! Wrong story. That was the first chirstmas. Stupid me.

The year was 2005 and the handsome me and my crapy family was on our way home. We arrived at around 10:30 and we had to fetch my sister and my brother's family so that we could open presents from each other. Some sentimental thing that we decided to do just this year [Heck, what about the other years, and next year, and the year after that!?!!!].

Videocam on, camera with film [no digicam yet...old shool way], presents all ready to be torn, hands ready to tear. Yup, all set. First present ready... What? Open at the same time? Oh shoot. Sentimental bullshit.

Now it's really opening time. First present: Hollister poloshirt with stripes of mint green and chocolate brown c/o Jessel. Would you look at that, my favorite Starbucks drink[Peppermint Hot Chocolate] all-wrapped up in a shirt. Thanks Sel, feelin the love here...

Second gift was next. Holy Jesus son of Mary!!! Harry Potter the Movie One to Three!!! Now I could really slit my wrist and die. But first i have to watch them in a marathon. Anyone out there who'd care for a nightout? Sagot ko na movie!!! Hehe

Me: "San pa yung iba?"

Sister: "Yan lang?"

Are you for real!? Two gifts!? Two damn gifts!? Ok. Not that complaining will help.

Eating time. Our Noche Buena:

a. Asado ala Juliet

b. Chopsuey ala Juliet

c. Shrimp and Crab in Oyster Sauce ala Juliet

d. Mango Bravo c/o Conti's Pastry and Restau [located in Greenhills and BF Parañaque]

To those who are unaware of the flavor Mango Bravo, here's a teaser. Imagine a volcano-like cake topped with real mango cubes, splashed with chocolate syrup all over, with ice-cream-like-textured icings, with real almonds and nuts inside... I know, to die for. This definitely made my christmas. it better, it costs almost 700 pesos! And for a damn good cake. Worth every penny.

All in all, the Noche Buena my mom single-handedly prepared was... In a word, SPECTACULAR!!! So snaps for my mom.

[Really, do it or i'll insert a cleansing enema on you. Let's see if that won't get the shits out of you, literally.]

Happy 54th Birthday!!!

2005-12-25T12:33:00.000+08:00

You may think this is about being overly melodramatic and greeting Jesus!

Well kinda, just another Jesus...

Happy 54th Birthday Daddy!!!

[Jesus S. Lejarde 1951-2002]

I know your happy there!!!

X.S. I find it cool that my dad has the same birthday as the most powerful and yet peaceful man there ever was.

A Christmas Story

2005-12-25T12:16:00.000+08:00

This year has been our most exciting and fruitful Christmas since my dad died. No, don't be sad...

Following the oh-i-don't-get-the-logic tradition list, we heard mass first before eating. Oh shucks, my ulcer's killing me again.. But this christmas mass was kind of unordinary. First, we got into mass so early there were only i think 10 people when we arrived. That's unlike any other christmas massess we've heard before. Typically, we arrive with tons of people already inside and we end up sitting outside. Standing even if we're that late. If not the seats incident, we usually arrive during one of the readings. Talk about Filipino punctuality eh!?

What really got me was the priest. Don't mean to be blasphemous but "Father, are you drunk? A major hang-over maybe?" Really, he looked like one of the antagonists of Bong Revilla or Lito Lapid on one of those action-packed movies, supposedly. You know, the one who always ends up raping the leading-lady... Which reminds me. Don't you think it funny that Filipino movies always use almost wrecked-already cars to blow up while abroad they blow up BMWs and Ferraris?

Good thing the homily was kinda good. It actually kept me awake. Still lack the sleep from the two-day nightouts i had.

I originally planned to make a longer post, or maybe another post. Noche Buena and stuff. Maybe next time. Stomach is still busy digesting all the food I ate last night.

Yum yum!!!

X.S. Special thanks to Popi for giving me the complete VCD set of Harry Potter movies from Sorcerer to Azkaban! Just have to wait for the fourth one!!!

Happy Hannukah Everyone!!!

2005-12-24T16:38:00.000+08:00

Nope. I'm not a jew. So long as i can remember.

After all the stampedes of busy and cramming shoppers in malls [who isn't?].

After all the chaotic shopping galore.

After all the wish lists.

After all the last-minute withdrawals from banks.

After all the cooking.

After all the pamatay na gayak.

After all the planned mistletoe incidents to get a kiss from your crush.

After all, after all.

It all ends here, today [Technically tomorrow until Three Kings].

Happy Christmas everyone!!!

A blessed and cheerful holidays to you and your families!!!

Reunited Part 2

2005-12-24T16:05:00.000+08:00

I am now officially racoon-eyed.

This has been my most tiring but definitely most fun Christmas vacation. For two, or three, depending on whether you count the days or nights, days now i have been awake until dawn. Continuing the legacy that Dyan and I started, I met again with a long time friend since elementary. And she goes by the name of Lorette. Etang as others may call her. That is, if you're close enough. Hehe. But that's not the point.

Fortunately for me, i have rich friends. What can you say, I know my stuff. Haha! Danica's parents threw a christmas party for, no reason at all. All her brothers' friends were there. Well, the party won't be complete without us. Can't imagine what it would be like without us. Bohorrriiiiing...

At around 10 we decided to go to Lorette's place and this is where the party really started. Actually, we just gambled and played Poker and Majhong. I lost by twenty pesos by the way. All thanks to Ralph. Who could blame him, he's a Tsinoy. Generally, they're good with money. Even gambling. Well, Ralph is. At least. [Peace bro!]

Thing is, Etang suddenly had a craving for coffee so we went to Starbucks for a late-night coffee tour. Turns out, God planned a surprise for Etang and I. Just as we were finished getting our coffee at the bar, friends from elementary dropped by [special greetings to Andrea and Carlo]. Our supposedly little trip to Starbucks now became a semi-grand reunion. Hopefully, we'll be able to put our plans into action and not just on paper. We're really more of drawings. You know, laziness calls. Oh the urge to be lazy!

Crap. I remember my oath to write shorter posts from now on. Guess that will have to be #1 on my long list of unresolved New Year's Resolutions.

Anyway, Danica and I slept at Etang's place and we played Poker until about 6 AM. We decided we'd sleep until about 8. Being the sleeper that Lorette is, she immediately fell asleep. She has this sort of switch you know which you can turn on and off and you fall asleep in an instant. Example:

Lorette: "Tulog na tayo!"
Me: "Sige na nga tulog na tayo."

*and everybody closes their eyes*

1...2...3...

Danica: "Lorette, gising ka pa ba?"

Lorette: "Zzzzzzz... [off to dreamland]"

Really now, how i wish i had that kind of switch. Wouldn't that be convenient? No need for sleeping pills! Plus, no side effects! But apparently, there's something wrong with my switch. I stayed awaked until around 8. And here I am making this post. I should probably just kill myself now. Uuuuy, maraming akong napangiti for sure... ;p

But for the spirit of Christmas, I probably won't. Aaaawwww... Sad now are you.

Weep, that's all you can do. Weep! ;D

King Kong: Epitomy of Bestiality

2005-12-23T12:41:00.000+08:00

Peter Jackson did it again.

I was never really much of an LOTR fan. The whole race against race never ending war brought about by one ring [which by the way I could buy in Ongpin] never really got into my nerves. But King Kong, now that's something.

Aside from the dragging plot which took almost three hours to finish [no need to talk more on that, i just might fall asleep], the movie wasn't all that bad. Well, it's good as a matter of fact. Spare me the critique, i ain't no movie critic [got the difference maggot!?].

Since Filipinos are by nature meddlers, lets pretend to be movie experts. King Kong with finesse. For some who didn't notice, every strand of King Kong's fur moved with the direction of the wind. This ain't no joke to do. And i give the animators two thumbs for that. Facial expressions, affect, personality. The whole package was there. Even the faint smiles, i appreciated.

Now, as always, Jack Black was superb. Didn't really think he had enough neurons t play such a complex character. But then again, i ain't no actor either. So snaps for him.

Now, what's her name? Naomi W*%&s? Not really sure of the spelling. Can;t exactly judge her acting skills. Good thing i have a 20/20 vision, maybe 20/15 vision, or i could have sworn i saw Nicole Kidman in the entire movie. You know, the pale, bland character you see everytime. good thing she could cry...That ought to complement her native beauty.

"Beauty killed the beast." Talk about bestiality [man loves beast and not necesarily vice versa]!!! I mean, what the f$%k!? What's with all that flirting? To think Kong was 25 feet in height. But i gotta give to Kong, he knows his moves. Sunset by the cliff, sunrise by the Empire State, and ice skating in Central Park [i think].

If that's not romantic, i dunno what is.

Animal instinct i suppose.

F.Y.I. The actor who played as the assistant of Jack Black, the one who got a sliced in the cheek after cutting the rope, is Colin Hanks, son of Oscar Award-winning Tom Hanks. Poor thing, never really got a role that gave him more than 1-hour film exposure other than Orange County.

Reunited [and it feels so good] ;p

2005-12-23T12:16:00.000+08:00

Alas! The gods have spoken...

Last night was a very fine night. As if the nightime programs of Etheria and the like are not enough to make my day [yeah right idiot!], a certain anonymous call from a person who goes by the name of Dyan Soriano rang my world. The conversation that went thorugh seems hard to write in descriptive sense so i'll just quote them.

Me: "Hello?"
Dyan: "Oi jay, asa town ako...punta ka dito."
Me: "I can't. Walang tao dito. Kaw na lang punta dito."
Dyan: "OK. Tell me how."

And so i go about the fone endlessly attempting to give directions. I know im good in direction. But somehow, our so-so-subdivison seems to be missing in some people's maps. Am i living in an uncharted subdivision? Hate to think i'm some undiscovered local of some undiscovered place. Crap.

The thing is, it's been a while since i've been in contact with any other friend from highschool. Well, other than those who i so tirelessly see in college. Last night was, if emphasizing could kill me any more, a fine night... My friend arrived, then we drove to ATC, first visiting Danica and her coming along, then going to ATC. Finally. We decided to watch King Kong, which is for another post i suppose. After which hinatid namin si Danica sa bahay. Then Dyan and I ate at the most romantic place ever built in Las Pinas. [Drum roll please] The DB Don Galo Tapsihan. Yum. Life can't get any better than this.

Things could have been great except for one thing. Dyan was in the driver's seat and i was the passenger. Crap crap and another crap. Imagine that. As the words of my great sister goes: "Kakahiya, ikaw pa pinagdri-drive ng babae!" Oh well, maybe next time it will be me doing the steering.

Thanks Dyan for the visit. Iwas ka sa hyperlipidemia ah!!!

X.S. Some friend of Dyan thought our subdivision was some parking space of Starbucks. Talk about major bullshit! Sheesh!

Episodic Glee

2005-12-21T16:51:00.000+08:00

UP has always been known for the Lantern Parade. To those of you pathetic maggots who don't know this "prestigious moment" in an isko's life, let me fill you in a bit. This is the time when colleges all over UP Manila and UP Diliman [not really sure about the other UP systems] take their time off to build "lanterns" as they call it. Supposedly their symbolic. In simple terms, they stand for a certian theme. Don't really get the logic. Somehow, students buy these. Including us.

Our college, the oh-so-prestihiyosong-kolehiyo ng Narsing, makes this a career alternative. During my whole miserable 3 year-stay, we've managed to hold a place. Even third is highly coveted. But of course, who wants to be third? As my mentor used to say, third and second is the same as "pinagandang talo."

Which brings us to our issue at hand. We won third. Yah yah. Not bad. But i'm a sore loser. Specially when we should have won first [comments anyone?]. Oh common [pertaining to the "winning" lantern], you know it and you know damn well your lantern sucks! It sucks so bad i could go to the nearest junkshop and just get 10 cents for the whole piece. This is if i'm lucky enough. 20 if I argue. Which by the way I'm good at.

Enough of bitterness... Ain't exactly my favorite taste.

The lantern parade also goes with, guess what... A parade! Well, this isn't like the Parade of Roses they have abroad. This is Filipinized and UP-level parade. Which means we go walking tirelessly around the streets of smoky taft avenue cheering our hearts out. The world decided to fall on my shoulders so i became one of the marshalls. My job: shout the next cheer to be done so others could follow. Unfortunately, i had to run from the first line to the last. Funny thing. By the time i got to the last, the cheering was finished. But its ok. Not that i should complain much. Some of the marshalls completely lost their voice. Snaps for me.

Good thing we won best cheer, most colorful [which we've been aspiring for in years] and third place in both the lantern and facade. not to mention 2nd place in the inter-college carol fest. Summin it all up, not a bad year. We won majority of the awards. Top that good-for-nothing-trash-leaving-feeling-magaing first place winners!

F.Y.I: Next time we see you leaving your trash behind, it's good bye tambayan for you. After all, they're ours.

X.S. As our cheer goes: "MAGNU-NURSING KAYO PAG DATING NG PANAHON!!!" [Repeat 3x]

The College of Nursing Lantern for 2005

Shopping Spree

2005-12-21T12:00:00.000+08:00

I know. I know. My recent post had been about buying stuff. This one is no different.

I have now been officially going out to places for four consecutive days. Hungry for shopping? Not!? In those four days, 2 were "sama" days. Those were the days when your mom or sister or whoever that would want ot wreck your day, would ask you for a favor. Next comes hours of walking and walking and walking around places you got no clue what to look for. Mind you, the places I've been through are no walk in the park.

Aaah... Divisoria. To be more sosyal, Dubai-soria. to those of who you who seek for rarefinds, this is your place. Well, don't have to emphasize now, do I?

Divisoria to me is a girl's haven. Having been there for twice this month, i know this perfectly well. For us guys, luck is hard to find. For the first time in wolrd history, shops who sell guy shirts can be counted within your five fingers. This is if your lucky. [You wish!]

If your a guy and got loads of girl-friends, this is your haven. turns out, tons of girly stuff can be seen here. Things that are interestingly not found on your regular rodeo-drive type of malls. Not even for your run-by-jologs malls. No need to enumerate, you get my point.

Wlaking along the people-inhabited corridors of Divi [a nick that most people call it now], i realized that your usual shopping tips don't exactly work here. Fo' sample:

The "bring a shopping list" tip isn't exactly your key to succesful shopping in Divi. Why you ask? Cause you'll end up buying stuff that isn't on your list. The variety of things to be seen in Divi is as numerable as the animal kingdom. Even the phylum insecta isn't enough, and they're the supposed numerable one. Oh geesh, tell that to your elementary teacher.

Wanna finish early? Don't bring a friend! Friends in Divi just slow you down. Needhelp deciding? Get the hell out of Divi! It's not a place for indecisive people like you! [yah yah, look who's talking now!?] Friends have testified to this theory.

Friend1: "Kaya ko libutin yon ng 2 oras kapag mag-isa lang ako."

Friend2: "Oo nga, mabilis ka lang dun kapag mag-isa ka."

But the thing about Divi is the night market. you'll be surprised. Prices just go down like a speeding avalanche. Vendors actually want to sell their stuff so fast it's like watching Osang chow down on a piece of corn. One caution in the night market, keep your head low! Or else, you'll be waking up with a big headache. Turns out, one of the kargadors carrying a big box of fake stuff hit you on the head. Your fault, you wre to busy looking around. Serves you right! Haha!

This post has been too long... Enough of this. You might ask, am i a shopaholic? Not! This is juts one of those bull days when you've got enough money to spend but not enough to buy the world. Oh gee, maybe next time.

blah blah blah...

2005-12-19T11:37:00.000+08:00

I have posted earlier that one of the functions of a blog, my blog in that case, is to serve as an outlet for intricately random but disturbingly nonsense ideas. This post could well be one of them. So what.

Yesterday was no different from any other shopping day. Family goes out for the mall. Buys stuff then goes home. Sweet, i suppose. But that is, if you bought any worth buying. As for me, not much luck.

The expected happened. In my world, the waistline starts measuring at 25. Perhaps, due to a previous chronic disease which caused me to stop gaining weight. Thing is, im a 28, 27 even. And to think, i consider myself a young adult. Statistics dictate me so. And so i go inside shops, which by the way are no high-end sounding stores, hoping to find something worth my dough. Alas! The missing piece was found. But as if the heavens have conspired, no size smaller than 30 can be seen.

"What the f@*k!?" The store by the way that i went into brags Sam Milby now as their endorser. Crap. Another IQ dropping image. As if the others weren't enough.

And so i went to another destination. Still hoping for snow in the Philippines. This time, sizes were in S, M and L. The saleslady was kind enough to personally assist me. Nice. She assured that S was at least a 29. OK, i thought. Then the world crashed. I slipped into the pants without even removing the buttons. What are these? Slip-on pants? Crap. Crap. Crap.

So out i went cursing to myself. But heck, there's a gazillion of stores waiting out there. Just hope their worlds are run by midgets. Maybe then can i find my size.

Testing 1-2-1-2

2005-12-18T20:56:00.001+08:00

Ok. I know, i know. I finally gave in to this fad they call blogging. call me old. call me not-s0-updated.

But really, i wasn't planning to have one of my own. i used to go around the net reading other people's thoughts. not really knowing what i get from them. but heck, i get the occassional laughs so it's not really crappy. if you do think about it.

The thing is, im a blog fan inside and out. well, my friends' blogs that is. plus some people who i just like to know what they think. i guess you can call me a professional voyuer. technically, that is. specially the twisted-old-lunatic-zafra [peace, really...im a huge fan!] i spend loads of ticks reading your every post. which by the way seems to be a year old. your one blogger. that's for sure.

Dare i say my second motive for this crappy blog with a much crappier template. friendster doesn't really have that much space for pics. knowing i like being in pictures...and knowing that i crave taking them. thing is, i still don't know how to post pics.

F.Y.I. to those who dread knowing that a blog owned by a person who goes by the name of jayel exists, you've got egay to thank for. she actually told to have one of my own.

X.S. third reason i finally have a blog: don't really have anywhere to put all my thoughts. can't really bother my friends 24/7. this will do. i suppose.