Pictures!

The sleek brown top jumped over the lazy med student. Last week, (thank heavens for med week) I totally slacked out from med school, shopped, and got a life! Hah, whatta breather!


Somebody loves and misses me...*wink wink*

I Know...

I am partly unaware of this but yea, toxic is an overused word for med students. Actually, it has replaced most of the vocabs I know. I use it to rant after a very difficult exam ("Ang toxic!!!"), to mock somebody ("Ang toxic mo!!!"), to state my current state of being ("Musta?" "Toxic, pare!"), sometimes to express bliss ("Ahhh...toxic!!") and most oftenly, to excuse myself ("Next time na lang, toxic eh.").

I know for a fact that toxic has separated me from life...my family, friends, would-be friends, who-knows-who. Whether I admit this or not, I say toxic when I want to get rid of anything and everything, anyone and everyone apart from medicine. It's like toxic translates to go away. And sometimes, it would probably do me good to do so. When I'm hurting myself, I don't want people to get in the way and eventually hurt them as well. And I'm sorry, if there's really one person who totally understands this aside from God, it's my Mom. She loves me and doesn't demand anything in return. I am one big fat leech.

So when can my sanity sustain this toxicity? Grace of God, I say. Grace of God, that is.

Random Ramblings

Geez! I can't believe I'm spending this much money for printing! It totally sucks that my printer broke down. Gone are the days of luxuriously printing neat, colored pages... Charging, what, 30 pesos (or even more) for every colored pages is waaay too much!! How can they get that much money from a dependent med student like me?!

The same thing for jeepney fares. How can they not give discounts to students on Saturdays and Sundays?! Why, some students come to school on weekends? And weekends don't change the fact that you're still a student!! What were they thinking?!

And also, can I just say na imbyerna ako sa mga lolang may Bad Attitude!!!

Tex-textan na lang...

1 missed call...Safe.

Tol, bat ka tumawag?

Tol...busy ka ba? Nagkausap kami ng mama mo kanina kasi may pina-follow up ako. Uuwi ka na ba sa inyo? Balak kasi namin ni Mitch magpunta sa inyo. Ok lang ba?

Tol, sorry...pwede wag muna ngayon? Kasi wala pa 'kong tulog kaya tutulog sana ako ngayon. Chaka may exam pa ko tomorrow kaya magpupuyat na naman ako mamaya. Pasensya na ha, sungit mode din kasi ako ngayon...

Ok lang yun...o sya, sweet dreams tol! Wag na reply...

Tol, sorry talaga ha...bawi na lang ako sa inyo next time. Happy birthday...kala mo ha! Miss ko na kayo.

Hehe! Thank you ha. Ok lang yun tol. Basta next time, bonding tayo ha...siguro sa October. O sya, kain muna ako lunch ha. Kaw din. Muah!

*editted
Not that I don't have time. Actually, I do...not for everything I WANT, but for everything I NEED. If med school is not eating my time (or my life, for that matter!), free time would mean either two things (or maybe three): One, sleeping. Two, reading the skipped chapters you were supposed to study. And the other, reading the skipped chapters you were supposed to study while sleeping (yes, both at the same time!). I totally agree with Pat when she said that when you're in med school, you inherently possess some degree of ka-OC-OC-an. In one way or another, you try to meet the horrible expectations of you and try to manage your way through skimpy holes. Definitely not a joke. Aside from the great deal of investment that our parents are paying for our tuition, the time you sacrifice and hard work you exert, ego, pride and your whole persona are all still included.

I am sorry for the times I don't manage my time well. I am really missing all my other friends. I can't wait for October...wake me up when September ends! Hehe!

Septembah to Remembah!

My friend Grace and I agreed that December is officially "The Love (c'mon, say it with me...luuurve!!!) Month". Simple reason. There are so many people celebrating their birthdays in September! (like half of the whole world's population?) Now, you can start counting 9 months backwards and find that these kids (say they were born in/at/on/whatever term, i.e.) were actually conceived in the cold, romantic month of December.

Most of these people are actually dear to my heart. Three of them are the dearest of them all (another one, actually...but I opt to keep my silence about this.)

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, CELEBRANTS! :)

Let's Call It A Day, Okay!

Now I better stop posting nonsense.

I am in an irky mode today or maybe these days. I am not PMSing. Wala, schizo attack lang siguro. Must be the rainy days, which I SO HATE by the way. (Nothing beats the scorching heat of the sun! Viva el Sol!) For some reason, any unsolicited thoughts/ideas go straight to my garbage bin and dang, I trash 'em real good! (or bad?) For this, I ask for forgiveness and understanding. I don't mean it...at least most of the time. Hehe! I count my Mom as one of my biggest blessings because she puts up with This Attitude every so often--most of the time, when I just woke up both in the morning or in the afternoon.

Actually, I was just annoyed...first, because our group in ethics was not able to present our supposedly ethics committee policies today. Okay lang sana...ang kaso, I guess the other groups did not understand that they were supposed to MAKE POLICIES OF THEIR OWN and not simply state the standards. Pagkahaba-haba ng mga diniscuss before us, pero wala dun yung hinahanap ni doctora! Dba kairita?! I have really nothing against my classmates but what irks me is the fact that our group stayed at the LRU for hours after class just to come up with this report...imbes na nakauwi at nakapag-aral or nakatulog na. And to think, that they probably didn't exerted that much effort on their respective assignments. Nanghihinayang talaga ako...time and energy. Or sana man lang, next time, the doctor should have facilitated the time well. If she knows that the discussion is irrelevant, then scrap it...impronto! Just to be fair for the other groups who also prepared for that day. Pero sabi nga ni Pat, at least tapos na naming gawin and nothing to worry anymore. This same Pat (hehe) also made the statement "Don't be too hard on yourself!" and managed her way to the Top 8 of DL. For that, I commend her humility...next to Warren Bacorro, of course. The Warren Bacorro (the humblest nerd--oops, baka magalit!--I've ever met in my entire life!). Hehe, sorry for dragging names!!!

Second reason for my irkiness, Friendster. Trash messages and/or friend requests. Why do people have to make imperative statements to add them into your list? YFC (yuck feeling close)!!! And why do people feel ego boosted if they have a second or a third or an Nth friendster account? If more than half of these supposedly "friends" are total strangers who make imperative statements to add them into your list?

Umutot Ka 'No?!

When my Kuya James and I were growing up, we had a lot of fun with each other's (or maybe other's) flatulence/utot. I can still remember how we used to catch passed gas from our holes and then open our fist right at each other's noses! That was so much fun! LMAO!

Today, I have learned that the odor of hydrogen sulfide relased by enteric parasites (or maybe by normal microbial flora?) gives flatulence its characteristic aromatic (?) rotten egg smell. Ahhh...

So when we said, "Buksan ang mga bintana, amoy bulok na itlog!", it actually made sense!

Keeping My Sanity

Today, as I walked along 3 blocks of Espana Blvd. (nax, da name!), I saw 3 taong grasas (plural, okay!?).

And so I wondered, ganito na ba karami ang nasisiraan ng bait (if that's the politically correct term to use) ngayon?

I know, I probably haven't stared right through poverty with my very eyes...and I probably wouldn't feel the agony that these people may be going through in their lives. After all, one's feelings and emotions are his own. I'm sorry, but if you're the type of person who always seeks other people's empathy/sympathy/whatever chicken feather, you won't find a soul. People only share your joys and your pains. They do not, in any way, directly participate in their containment. This fact may be a blessing or a curse. But in whichever case, count it as a gift from God. Because through it, you exemplify the essence of being--welcome to life!

Okay, so poverty may not be the only reason. Maybe something else. Like what they say the thing that makes the world go round--Love. I was surprised to hear about some survey which claimed that most teenagers today worry about to whom they are going to be married with or whether they would marry at all. That is not the catch. The thing is, the majority ranked it as their #1 worry in life. Huwaaatt?! Since when did this stoopid idea exist?? Where was I existing? In my world, there is no tinge of "lovelife issue" (Will I meet my prospect boyfriend tomorrow? Or the day after? Or any BS like that...) or if there'd be any, only a speck of dust exists. Hellooo?! Has the youth today ever heard of the word "priority"? *snap, snap* Come on, think! You might have encountered this word somewhere! And so it wouldn't be a surprise then if you find 15-year-old moms who try to juggle their mispriorities in life. Goodness, they are everywhere! Showbiz, non-showbiz. Same lang. Ganun na ba kakamandag ang mga hormones ng mga kabataan ngayon?!

And so, if it isn't money or love or love or money, what else could take away one's sanity? Indeed, there is a myriad of reasons to be considered still. And, just like any of them, we are all susceptible victims of insanity--in one way or another. In my years of existence, I've realized that everyone goes through probably the same severity and gravity of struggles in life. But as my Pastor says, what makes a report good or bad is the way people respond to it. If I were an orange squeezed in a high-pressure situation, what will come out from me? Bitter juice or sweet juice? We are faced with this option ALL the time (believe me!). And as they say, happiness is a choice (although I have never really fully agreed with this statement).

One day, it might be you or me lying around the dirty pavement of the streets. Let's hope not.

Hohum...

Found an "email predictor" website. It claimed...

muy_coffeenatico@yahoo.com, your email says that you are humble.

Huwat da?! Indeed, you find a lot of smelly, squishy, nasty crap over the net!

Like this stuff (you are reading).