lame sunday thoughts

it has been a lazy sunday for me. i woke up to the voice of my mom telling me that i should bring my brother to the nearest hospital because she is afraid that my brother is already afflicted with AH1N1. i went out of bed trying to tell her that it is not because my brother was not exhibiting enough symptoms to be diagnosed with such. i ate breakfast. the usual koko krunch and milk i have been eating for already three weeks.

then while chewing on my oh-so-exciting breakfast, the cereal commercial popped suddenly into my mind. it made me smile- the thought of that crazy koala bear and never- growing kid accidentally spilling chocolate in a rice field. i think that is lame. really. after my breakfast, i bummed around the living room listening to my ipod's old school music. eraserheads. they are really cool. their double- meaning lyrics always make me think that things are just like that and just live your life in whatever way you want to. and simply listening to eli's 'pogi' voice gives me a nice feeling. for 3 hours, i just sat there, listening to OPM, fall out boy, some girl pop group, old school love songs and singapore metal.

we heared mass and we ate lunch. tofu. chinese food. it's crazy how filipino culture is influenced with the chinese's. and i was thinking... maybe, after a year or two, that chinese influence on us would be replaced by korean culture. i mean, koreans are everywhere. they are like mushrooms sprouting suddenly from nowhere. don't you think that's scary? filipinos looking all asianovela-ish and eating with chopsticks and smelling like kimchi? ha-ha-ha!

after lunch, i took a bath and went to the nearest salon to have a haircut. lucky, no people in line. the stylists were just busy laughing their heads off while watching pokwang and sam milby. one tall, blonde, gay stylist approached me and i told him/her/himher that i want a trim and bangs. after 10 short minutes, you'll never guess what i look like. that freak made my bangs look like it was cut by a grade 3 for fun. argh! i hate the thought that he was paying more attention to pokwang than me, his customer. i thought of grabbing the lame blonde hair of the stylist and shave it all off so he can look like a microphone. but i know i cannot do that so i just payed their fee and went out.

i went to the building's swimming pool. smelled some fresh air and realized how lame my sunday is. no, how lame my thoughts are. i should have better thoughts. don't you think?

the simple life

i just finished my 6- day immersion last tuesday. oh, it was one of the most memorable duties of my life. the community people are hospitable, the kids are sweet, the nights will be spent with cricket sounds around, the aswangs and other supernatural creatures are there with you. there you have to really strive hard. fetch your own water, cook you own food, clean your own space.

kapag may tiyaga, may nilaga... true, true.

our humble abode :)



good morning, caritas viilage!


playtime with the caritas kids.


handwashing demonstration to the community

the cradle

dorm sweet dorm- i will never forget that little message located above the television when you enter our school's residence hall. i am happy that i am not a dormer anymore. no more curfews that deprive me of having fun after a long tiring day. no more annoying sermons from the dorm managers. no more waiting at the bathroom when there's many people in line before you. no more loud- mouthed neighbors to disturb you when you have an impossibly long exam the day after. but together with leaving the dorm is the fact that there is no more roommates. no more fun nights. no more review sessions with your dormer classmates. no more eating meals with the girls you had your first night with away from home.

it has been three weeks and now i find myself missing the warm, welcoming place. i miss the nights when we have nothing to do but bum around and watch a scary movie with all the lights off and all of us in one bed eating unhealthy junk foods. i miss rainy days when classes are suspended and we just have to sleep til we cannot anymore and just wake up, order fastfood and just laugh, talk or bully each other. i miss shush-ing that neighboring room when we can almost write their biography because they talk really loud.

i admit that i really hate staying at the dorm because you have to comply with zillion rules and policies but what am i doing now? i am missing those silly things. i am missing our cradle (that was kinda dramatic but believe it or not we call our dorm 'the cradle') but whatever, what they say is true... you only realize one's worth when it's gone.

matured talks

i love talking with my friends. talking with them has a special effect of making me happy even if i'm on my worst mood. i admit that most of the time, our conversations are mainly about nonsense things like who farted during the reporting that made the whole class chaotic, who's turn it is to pick where we would eat lunch, embarrassing, nerve- cracking moments of each and everyone, who won the NBA bet... because our clique has more boys than girls, it is somehow expected that our everyday lives would be more of fun and "boyish" stuffs.

it is the thing that i least expect- having serious talks with the boys- but lately, most of our conversations were more of the matured ones. i know you would find it rude but when one of my guy friends told me that he would continue his studies to be a surgeon, i just laughed at him. but after a couple of more texts, i realized that he is serious and that is why he has that special passion in the operating room. it made me feel like i won a thousand tickets in timezone. ha-ha! kidding. but it seriously made me happy because at last, the moment came. the moment when we realize what we really want to be other than being a rockstar or an NBA addict. and hey, i realized that even though we don't talk about petty things, it makes me happy knowing that we are getting matured and more adult-ish.

i guess sigmund freud's and erik erikson's stages of development are true after all :)

mom? this is creepy.

time flies really fast. i was a freshman three years ago- three years that seemed like 3 hours- and now i am about to face the life of a senior. yikes, creepy. i'm dreading the days of thesis- making. i swear i never liked our research subject. i almost failed our intro to research course when i was a junior. yes, i hate it. i hate it more than a child hates eating green veggies. but i have no choice. i have to be good on it because this is like almost half of our grade.

as a senior, not only do i have to be good on research, but i have to be good on almost everything. it makes me feel really itsy- bitsy small when my clinical instructors tell me "oh, mgfo- fourth year ka na hindi mo pa alam yan?" agh! i hate that. sometimes i wanna tell them "mam, sir, i know that i'm already an incoming fourth year but that does not mean that you have to know everything about nursing." duh, they have to understand, right? like us, they were once students. likewise, i have to learn how to wake up to the crappy sound of my cellphone alarm. seriously, i have this disease of snoozing my alarm clock and waking up finding out that i only have 15 minutes left to prepare for duty. now that i would be living outside the school i have to be more patient and be an early bird. i have to be more studious, more patient, more prayerful and more, more, more.

i know that this is way, way more serious. this is my last year... last year to be better at school, do greater deeds and prove more things. may god bless me :)