3 days of rest

finally, we were able to have a break for three days. yes, your guess is right. we had a three- day RETREAT! hahaha!

the place was really beautiful. i didn't know my school owns a place like that. now i know where part of my tuition is going. it was in alfonso, cavite... a three- hour trip from malate. because we are lucky little kids, our tires got flat when we were already in alabang so we were delayed by almost 40 minutes. thank god it was not traffic. when we arrived, the first meal was served-PANSIT baby. then we were given the time to go around the place, rest and just be alone. then we watched The Bucket List starring Jack Nicholson and the dark guy i don't know by name.


The second day, we did the usual activities on a retreat- talk, reflect, talk, activity, blah blah blah. The night was the most fun of all. When our guardian finally entered her room... ALAM NA! all went room hopping, stayed at the corridor, played the guitar, ate chips, kuwentuhan. oh... teenage life. then, it was past midnight, one of our classmates in the first floor shouted. our adrenalines went up. we ran like athletes back to our rooms. after a minute or two, all went out again when it was sure that there is no room-check happening . my classmate who shouted took a picture with the rest, and there on the screen was a face of a little boy looking like toshio of The Grudge. what could be more scary??? all went to the room of the boys to look at the photo. i didn't dare to look at it because i know i will just scare myself but yeah, based on their description... the girls went ballistic. we decided to sleep at one room altogether because all were so scared to go back to their rooms. then the ghost stories went on. it was the funniest moment.

the third day, we were all sleepy because of the event the night before. we had a mass and went home. it was realyy really fun but we feel so bitin. i hope we would have one again... with the ghosts- they make every retreat worth remembering. hahaha!

*for more photos, just visit my multiply account :)

my good girl act

after days, i am able to blog again. actually, i do go online and check my blog every other day. i try to have a new post but my mind is always blank. like now. hahaha! i just decided to do this blog because my blog is getting kinda lame with no new updates. i think people who don't update their blog kind of suck so now i belong to the sucking suckers. see, there is no sense in what i am typing here. ha-ha!my life is just busy with hospital duties, quizzes, practices, MY RESREARCH REQUIREMENT- which chapter 1 is due this friday but i haven't started any- and other requierements.

one of my requirement is do 'acts of solidarity' for one week. how do we define solidarity? Solidarity can both refer to an action that caused change or you became an instrument of hope or meaning to people in suffering or need of aid. of course i don't do it intentionally. i believe that you have to do this without the thought of getting a high grade. right?

yesterday, i gave some coins to this kid who cleaned my shoes while i was on the jeep. and yes, i think i am already an 'instrument of hope'. hahaha! because the kid looked like he hasn't eaten for 2 weeks. i hate his parents for not giving him dignity. he works despite of the heavy rain and floody streets. and where are they? i think they are just out their nourishing themselves with alcohol with the money their child is getting from cleaning shoes. grrr.

i just want to spread the word. let us not be apathetic. let us care. our little deeds can be great acts in the eyes of other people. i felt like spiderman- the superhero who gives hope- when i gave that kid 5 pesos. try it, it feels great :)

just seeing them smile can lift your soul

ha-ha!

okay, this so weird. after posting craps about school, this guy arrived. he's just cute. he is the guy i always see at the court playing ball. hahaha! great. perhaps, after all, there is good karma.

school is cool. i mean it. ^_^

school is cool

i have been very very busy lately. define busy? everyday, when i arrive at my dorm, there is no time to rest anymore since i have many projects to do and many tests to review for. AND during weekends, i know i should rest because it is weekEND, i still don't have the time. what the hell, right?

now i'm here at the university's computer lab. it sucks. i can't access some sites here like friendster, myspace, blah blah blah and even my yahoo messeneger. ugh! like, hello?! it's the only way we can release our stress then you prohibited it? damn.

for the next 3 weeks, i have to stay for 6 days in school. no hospital duty, my friend. yeah, yeah... at first i was very delighted but then i realized it is a worse idea to stay here. it is sooo boring. my ethics class which is from 8 am to 2 pm, i discovered, is a very cool sleeping, texting, drawing time. ha-ha! okay, i am mean. i am supposed to do ethical things like listening to my professor because it is an ethics class and yet i continue doing very unethical things like designing my ideal house. DUH! it is so grade school.

okay, i hate to end this but i m just so out of my mind right now. i don't even know what i am typing. hehe! oh my god, i am turning into a psycho!

school is cool, mate! i love school... SHOOT ME.

to the rescue.

all is quarreling and crying. all of them with different problems. oh my. i'm the superhero- ready to save emotionally devastated individuals.

yeah... great. i need a hero too.

fun and drama

my mind is blank and has altered functioning. the week was not that busy but i still feel tired and exhausted. my week has been undescribable. fun and drama and extraordinariness? yes, full of it.

SUNDAY: my friend's cellphone just got stolen when we were buying something along pedro gil street, malate. we never expected it since she placed it to the depths of her backpack. tsk, tsk. my friend got so depressed.

MONDAY: my professor was absent since she didn't realize that we have a class on that day. and i was so outraged because i struggled to wake up early that day so as not to be late for her class! but the fun part was we have nothing to do! oh yeah.

TUESDAY: my professor came in early for class to 'make up' for the missed monday session. and she just reminded all of my classmates who have third eye to just shut up if they see anything unusual. DUH!

WEDNESDAY: the same professor, the same story. weird day because we went to library to finally utilize what we are paying for. we rarely go to the libraray. like, 5-7 times every semester. haha! we are such good students, i know.

THURSDAY: our dean/manager/whatever-she-is-because-i-don't-know-her-position interrupted our class to show us a letter posted anonymously in our college bulletin board. the letter was like- i condemn the nursing faculty for being so and so. i condemn the blah blah for being uncompassionate and insensitive. so on and so forth. what a rebel. and that was the gossip of the day. all was wondering who was the asshole who did the letter. i say HE/ SHE IS STUPID FOR NOT SIGNING THE LETTER. pag ginawa mo, lubusin mo na!

FRIDAY: our research topic was finally approved by our adviser. we can finally move on with our lives and start with chapter 1. yeah, way to go.

SATURDAY: it is today. drama, drama, drama. we had a debate during our asian civilization class- should the church be given a chnace to govern a country? we were the YES side and we did quite well. the other group was good too. but the tension built up and the debate ended up with two of our classmates quarreling. well, not really. the other said this joke and the other one took it seriously and they both cried- one at the comfort room,the other at the stairs. it was just so dramatic. yes.

so, it's sunday today. another week. i hope this week would be more okay and fun and exciting. a little drama would do but enough of the crying- quarreling part. i hate dramas.

i say good midnight and happy sunday :)

this is love <3

love love love. all's in love and happy with their partner. most of my friends got one. i am happy that they are happy. but honestly, i sometimes feel jealous that i am one of the singles. sometimes i go around the mall and see sweet young lovers with hands clasped together, laugh and cheer one another in the arcade, eat happily and with love in their eyes.

two of my roommates have a special someone and at times, they quarrel with their boyfriend. and i can't imagine myself quarreling with someone on the phone while reviewing for a long quiz and doing a powerpoint presentation. but i want someone i can go out with when i have a free time, i can laugh with when i feel sad, i can cuddle when i feel like cuddling.

i am so ambivalent.

but then i ask myself 'what's a boyfriend for?' i can go out, laugh and cuddle with my friends, right? maybe it's still not my time. yes, right.

studying hard for my parents. being with my friends when they need me. malling alone and feeling happy for the sweet couples around me. hearing mass every sunday to thank god. caring and making myself available for my patients. cracking corny jokes to make people laugh. preparing birthday surprises. going to arcades to play and sing videoke with my barkada. sleeping late to study for a quiz. THIS IS LOVE!




having a boyfriend is love too. but there's no hurry. he will come if the time is right. now, i am happy. happy that i know what LOVE is.

i just got this from my friend's friendster page.
judge it.
is this LOVE?

all too damned thursday afternoon

i'm back and kicking! and oh my god, it has been weeks!!! i just have so many things to do. and one of those is to visit an OB GYNE. i am not pregnant! i just have this hormonal whatever. anyway...

i tried visiting an OB last thursday. we were walking along taft avenue and a baklita- yes, a young gay. like around 9 years old- just looked at us with piercing eyes. inaway niya kami! and she pushed my friend, literally, the moment a jeepney was coming. and we were really scared and shocked. and he just walked away after. like nothing happened. i was so damned. that little gay devil must learn a lesson. but WHERE THE HELL IS HIS MOTHER or FATHER? street kid he is... after the incident i just felt empathy. no more hatred.

we reached the clinic safe and sound, thank the almighty God. we approached the guard and asked what floor the OB clinic is located. and because i am the luckiest girl in the world, the doctor was fortunately out. and again, i was damned.

we just moved on with our lives and my friend was damned because she forgot her LRT card. i was damned too because the LRT was just soooo full and i can smell the sweat of all the men inside the train. and yeah, sorry, but testosterone just makes men's smelly sweat, well, smellier. thank god we're just four stations away.

we headed for st. jude archdiocesan parish in malacanang. st. jude- the patron of the impossible, the forgotten saint. yes, he is the one who traitored our Christ, but also yes, he is still a saint. anyway, i was damned because perverts were all around. the jeepney barker, pedicab driver, a man walking on the street- they are all maniacs. wooting and shouting 'sexy!' at us. argh! they are just sooo disgusting. define!

well, well. it was just an all too damned thursday afternoon. and it seems like the days that are to come are destined for damnation too.

IT'S GOOD TO BE BACK! I MISSED DOING THIS THING! cheers :)

it was just like friday the 13th with some fortune of lucky 7

what was the date yesterday? yes, it was the 22th of june, saturday. but it became more of friday, the 13th to me. unluckiest, blooper-est day of my week... with some parts of the day lucky. thank god!

it started early in the moring when the dorm's bathroom was just so full and it was already 7:30, my class is 8:00.ha-ha. it is already predicted, without clue, that i came in late for my asian civilization class. it doesn't matter though. since it's just one of my minors. but still... the good thing is, our class was cut-off because of the institutional holy spirit mass.

we then proceeded to the auditorium instead of spending the whole bloody three hours discussing about mesopotamia and some other ancient civilizations. the unlucky part? we were seated in fron of two talkative freshmen. they just kept on talking all throughout the mass! i just want to yell at them, like 'hello?! are you not sensitive enough to shut up your pieholes and keep the mass sacred? because you just keep on giggiling. duh! and there is nothing sensible in your conversation!'

the mass ended eventually- with the freshmen still talking and giggling like there is no tomorrow. we were told to stay for an announcement- CLASSES ARE SUSPENDED. and that was just so, well, lucky. all yelled and shouted, including us, and the two freshmen- i just can't forget them because they got me so annoyed.

i proceeded to the dorm to bag my things and change clothes. i have to go home for the weekend. i went to rob manila to buy a gift for my cousin. then headed for the lrt. unlucky- the lrt was just so full and i have no seat even though it was the time of the day when the train must be free of many people. second unlucky lrt incident- i tripped on my way to the door when the train reached 5th avenue. third unlucky part- i don't know what came through me but i inserted my card to the wrong machine. thanks to the ate guard that let me pass through the gate.

thank god there was already a bus when i reached the last step of the stairs. i rode the 'killer bus' (because it's as if you are going to heaven when you ride the bus. it flies in NLEX) and there was no seat. unlucky. later on, i was half-seated on a seat for losers. half- seated because only the half part of my butt is actually seating. get it?

we reached nlex and the bus flied. haha! it ws a fast trip. when we reached the exit. it was traffic. we waited 20 minutes to exit.

the story goes. the rest of my day is mixed of lucky and unlucky events. SO WIERD! it was just like friday the 13th with some fortune of lucky 7.

where all that matters is looks.

i was not a fan of PDA or Pinoy Dream Academy before but i dared to watch it this time because someone i knew, someone from my hometown, just got in to the final whoevers. he is really good! hear him sing and you will be really amazed. all he lacks is the looks. i mean, he looks okay but not they i-am-a-celebrity-i-am-handsome type. when it was time to choose who will be in the academy. and yeah, he was not included, sad to say.

i was more than outraged! i was like 'what the hell is their problem? they chose people who can't even sing very well. parang nasa videoke lang yung iba ah!" why? because they got the looks? oh come on... is it all that matters? for pete's sake, IT IS A DAMN SINGING CONTEST! they should have started a pageant!

i know and yes, most of us do want good looks and hot body. i want it too. but i know when to choose looks over talent or looks over character. i would rather like a person who is average looking and very nice, kind, smart and has sense of humor than a person is good-looking but very arrogant and cruel. and in a talent show? I WOULD DEFINITELY CHOOSE THE ONES WHO HAVE GENUINE TALENTS THAN THE ONES JUST USE THEIR PHYSICAL APPEARANCE TO DELIGHT THE JUDGES AND DON'T HAVE THE TALENT AT ALL!

my point here is let us be fair. of course, we can't have all- God blessed some of us with really good looks but he also blessed some with great talents. and in certain circumstances we should be impartial in making our decisions especially on giving the chance to the deserving ones.

LOOKS CAN ALWAYS BE DECEIVING!