Nov 28, 2009

for you

Julie Tearjerky on the phone,
she says that I can't be alone.

Nov 26, 2009


I’ve been gone for so long. I think it’s about time I go back to business.

Finally, the day I’ve been waiting for has finally come—the day I’d finally be able to revive my blog. Well…I’m not saying I’ll be blogging as often as I did before. While things seem to become more and more difficult each day in my life as a college student, I guess having two entries per month is already a blessing. (Yes, it’s THAT hard) Moving on, I really wanted to post things because I had a lot to blog about. I just didn’t have the time to turn on my trusty laptop and type away my thoughts and feelings. And now that I finally have the time to do it, I’ve completely forgotten about those things.

Well, one of the major reasons why I failed to post anything worth reading (not that my previous posts were actually worth reading) is that I’m too busy with schoolwork. Next is because after being so busy, each day leaves me exhausted.

Actually, a lot of factors contribute to my everyday state of exhaustion. Maybe it’s because of the nasty days that start out at 7:00 a.m. and end at 5:30 p.m. Or maybe it’s just because of some of our professors who give ‘past, present, and future’ exams that force us to stay up late at night reviewing and reading in advance. Or maybe it’s the 30 minute ‘walking’ lunch break. Why ‘walking’? Well, since it’s just 30 minutes short and we still have to go to Padre Faura all the way from Pedro Gil for our next class, we just eat lunch while walking. And yeah, I forgot to tell you that our ‘walk’ includes passing through the hospital. By now I’ve learned how to keep my appetite alive despite of all the disturbing sights and smells. Amazing, huh? But I think it’s also because of our tactless professor who sees the bad in everything we do. Actually, because of her, I had a traumatizing experience. Thank God I’ve found a way to move on and stop being so hateful of her. So now, during our classes with her, I just express my disapproval by rolling my eyes—and growling.

I’ve been really, really busy. And I guess this won’t stop until we graduate. Our first semester was so benign. It didn’t prepare me for this. Even my high school life didn’t prepare me for this. This is just so toxic—figuratively and literally. I experienced another drug overdose last week because of my daily vitamins. (Centrum, you failed me.)

To tell you the truth, I really didn’t want to blog about the things I mentioned about. I didn’t want to rant about my life as a nursing student. Wait, I got it wrong. I’m not a nursing student. I’m a student nurse—big difference. So what was it that actually made my day worth blogging about?

I was on my way home right after our Comm II class which ended at around 6:00 p.m. I was really excited to go home because I had a very tiring day—just like each day before this one. But when I got in the building and saw the elevators, I was shocked. The two shafts were out of order, and, in between them, a note was attached saying the elevators needed to be repaired. I was horrified. And then, a guy sitting on one of the couches in the lobby talked to me.

Guy: Mag-hagdan ka na lang. Sira yung elevator.

Me: *stares at the guy with disbelief* Di nga?

Guy: Kasi baka ma-stuck ka sa loob pag pinilit.


I thought living in the 19th floor was a good thing. But that was until today—the first time I used the stairs to reach that freaking floor. Hell, it drained all the life in me.

When I reached my unit, my fellow tenants were all very exhausted too. We then decided to order food from Pizza Hut. It took a while before we could finally decide whether we’d want to have food delivered. Like what Ate Lexi said, “Baka murahin tayo nung delivery guy!” We still ordered pizza anyway. AND Bless had the nerve to take a picture of the poor delivery guy when he arrived at our doorstep. Really, I pitied him. He looked so…tired.

In the end, I became really full after eating four slices. It’s really funny how it happened. When there was only one slice left out of 16 slices (we had two pizzas), they all looked at me. I had no choice but to eat it. I guess they knew how much of a glutton I really am.

Nov 14, 2009

one liner II

My online self is slowly dying.

Oct 27, 2009

the story of Pax Croft

Lately I’ve been staying up until the wee hours of the morning because of something—the Sims 3. I really don’t mind the eyebags and the pimples brought about by this game because I’m definitely having the time of my life. Obviously, I completely forgot about my blog because of the game. I also forgot about some other things as well, and I don’t mind having forgotten them. Moving on, I thought of just mixing a bit of my new-found love (I still love you, Ken) with my blog so as to motivate myself to post something (Had it been any other topic, I couldn’t have gone this far). SO before I start typing simlish, let’s end this introduction and move on to the main reason why I even bothered to post.

Let me introduce you to my first Sims 3 character, Pax Croft.

Pax is known for being a great kisser and being a virtuoso. He’s also very lucky and charismatic. However, he has commitment issues. His main dream is to be a rock star.

Most of the time, he can be seen playing his guitar. I guess that’s all he ever wants to do. Until one fateful night…

On his way out of the theater where he works as a lead guitarist, he bumped into Blair Wainwright. As soon as he looked into her eyes, he fell head over heels in love with the girl. He couldn’t get her out of his mind.

One day, he invited Blair over. And the rest was history.

After two days, Blair came over again telling him about her pregnancy with HIS son. Pax didn’t want a child. Without hesitation, he asked Blair to leave his house immediately.

After a week, he learned that Blair gave birth to a boy named Stuart Croft (See? She even named it after Pax.).

Pax just kept to himself and his guitar. However, after a week, he realized how much he really loved Blair. He couldn’t live without her. So, she invited her to his lovely house. And AGAIN, the rest was history.

Blair was impregnated again. However, it was different. Pax wanted to be the father to the child. He immediately proposed to Blair, and, of course, Blair accepted (As if she had a choice). They got married on that same day.

Blair moved in to Pax’s house. Pax didn’t want Stuart so only Blair moved in with him leaving his firstborn to Blair’s former roommates.

Blair, being a hopeless romantic, was very happy to be the wife of her first love. Soon, she gave birth to another baby boy. This time, the boy was given a decent name—Paris.

After three days, the baby became a toddler. At that stage, it was obvious; the boy was a replica of Pax.

Blair continued to be a very good wife to Pax. Unfortunately, Pax wasn’t doing his part. He was hooking up with girls after work.

Paris grew up to be a child old enough to go to school. Coincidentally, his elder brother, Stuart, became his classmate. He even got invited to Stuart’s home one day after school. (Just look at the striking resemblance. They ARE brothers.) They still didn’t know, though.

So Pax kept hooking up with random girls. He even took one home while Blair was out grocery shopping. And yeah, he had a lot of illegitimate children because all the girls he hooked up with became pregnant.

To be continued…

Oct 19, 2009

the final 'chill'

“Learn to just chill. Celebrate the exuberance of life.”

-Sir Tius

This afternoon, our Philosophy I class formally ended. And I’m sad about it. Strange, huh? Normally, I’d be as happy as a prisoner who finally received his parole after 50 years in jail. However, it’s the other way around. It’s not like I’ve turned into a geeky philosopher who would like to sacrifice her term break for the sake of learning. It’s just that…I’d really miss my professor.

Earlier this day, I was having second thoughts about going to school because of the following reasons:

a. I was suffering from drug overdose.

b. I was feeling so ugly because of the monstrous zits on my nose.

c. It was too hot outside and I had to walk. (sorry, this may sound so lame)

However, I chose to go to school because I remembered our professor telling us that it would be our final meeting. And really, being the sentimental monster that I am, I wouldn’t have missed it for the world. So there, feeling really ugly and nauseated, I still attended our class—our final class.

At the beginning, it didn’t look like it was going to be a very special meeting. I thought it would be just like our other classes. By the way, the results of our epic $ 9,000 exam were released as well as our grades for the course. And yeah, I’m pretty happy with the results. They make me want to go out and paint the town red. (Yeah, baby)

7,900 out of 9,000 dollars

Moving on, after getting our quiz booklets and class cards, things started to become sad and mushy. Our professor stood up, told us something about enjoying the semester with us, and pulled out a bunch of letters from his plastic envelope. He wrote each of us a letter! Everybody let out a long “Awwww”. Then he turned the letters over and boasted about the Hello Kitty stickers he had used to seal them. LOL. He then distributed the letters.

Do you see the Hello Kitty sticker?

As he handed me the letter addressed to me, he added, “Ayan, bagay na bagay sa personality ko yung mga stickers. I laughed really hard when he said that. Why? Well, he plays in a band and has a lot of piercings. I really don’t think Hello Kitty is the right cartoon character for him. O_O

Moving on, he gave us time to read the letters. The letters all said the same thing, but the message was really well thought of. I was deeply touched. :c

He then moved on to his ‘last’ words. And yeah, at that point, I was already feeling really sad. Never before have I felt so sad about saying goodbye to a teacher. :c

Our class then ended with a photo op. But pictures weren’t enough for the boys—they all rushed over to our professor and hugged him. It seemed like everybody wanted a piece of our professor—including me.

With Sir. (I look so fat here. I'll never wear striped shirts again.)

I’ll definitely miss our Monday and Thursday ‘chill’ time. I really enjoyed our Philosophy classes. He may forget our names, just like what he told us today, but I’ll never forget his. To be exact, I’ll never forget him. He’s definitely one of a kind. And I’m so grateful that I was given the chance to be his student even for just one semester. Thank you, Sir Tius. :)

Oct 13, 2009

for those in need of emotional support

I've noticed that some of my friends are down, just like me. But I have something for you,guys. And no, it's not a Niga Higa video. It's something new. Yay. Thank you, Danj, for sharing this one. :)

Just replace the word 'egg' or 'eggs' with your name. And pretend it's from me. :)

Click here.

Oct 11, 2009

a day of epic failure

We went to UP Diliman today for our Phil. Games finals. And well…just continue reading.

Epic fail # 1

As soon as the four of us, Ella, Maan, Ace, and I, got off the bus in Philcoa, we immediately looked for the UP Ikot terminal. We knew very well where it was situated so we wasted no time and went straight to that place. When we got there, we fell in line behind one of the jeeps. Then this guy who looked like a jeepney driver suddenly told us that we were in the wrong place and that we had to go back to where we came from to be able to ride a jeep. Surprised, we went back where the bus dropped us off. And right at that moment, there was an Ikot jeep being loaded. The barker called us and said we would still fit inside, so we got inside it. The barker was wrong. It was already stuffed! The passengers were already like sardines in a can. Maan had to squeeze herself between two people to rest a fraction of her butt on the seat. Then we realized how gullible and innocent we were.

Epic fail # 2

When we got to Palma Hall, my bladder was acting up. I had to pee! I asked my friends to go with me to the restroom since I knew nothing about the restrooms of Palma Hall. One of my friends said she knew the way to the restroom so we followed her. We walked past the guards and went straight to the stairs leading to the second floor of the building when the guards called our attention. One of the guards shouted at us, “Bawal diyan!” Everyone in the lobby turned their heads to stare at us. It was really, really awkward and embarrassing. We just had to settle for the restroom in the first floor. And hell, it was crowded!

Epic fail # 3

Last week, I suggested having our face painted with some face paint to show our team spirit. And well, somebody took it literally and showed up with face paint in different colors. Unfortunately, nobody was willing to have his or her face painted on—except Ella. Just look at the picture, you’ll get the point. (Peace, Ella!)

Epic fail # 4

Sure, we were informed about the cheering contest, but we never took it seriously. We thought it would be just a matter of whose team makes the loudest sound. But we were wrong…so wrong.

When we were all gathered in front of the stage, one of the professors announced that we would be having the cheering contest first and that it would start in five minutes. Only then did we realize that it was a serious thing because there were judges and other stuff. With only five minutes to cram and think of a decent cheer for our team, we were panicking. We just decided to spell the words Nursing and Fab (our section in PE) and do some other weird things. We even asked Danj to dance Nobody for us. I suggested shouting ‘Awoo Awoo’, but nobody took it seriously. (Too bad) And in the last minute, one of us suggested doing the overused ‘cheering’ entrance (you know, the one cheering squads always use) with our raised flags and fake smiles while running toward the center. We thought it was a good idea, so we agreed to do it. And then…

When our team was called, we did our so-called ‘cheering’ entrance energetically. But as soon as we started running toward the center, we realized something—we were sinking.

Little did we know that the mud in that part of the garden was so deep until we were there, sinking. The team beside us was laughing at us because we were all looking down at our feet and saying “Wah!” “Oh my God!” “Ay ****!” and our entrance was completely ruined. Really, we all looked wobbly and weird. We had no choice but to continue what we started. So in spite of having our feet swallowed by the earth, we went on with our cheer and basked in the light of humiliation. O_O

In the end, the orange team won since they did the “Awoo Awoo” cheer. (I told you, guys)

Epic fail # 5

I got signed up to play Halo-Halo—a very sadistic game. It required us to walk on coconut husks that served as a bridge, jump rope five times, complete three turns using the hula hoop, jump over a waist-high line, go under a foot-high line without touching it, do the helicopter spin, and go back to all those obstacles like a drunkard. It was really, really tiring! I had no choice, though. It was either that or the centipede race. Ella almost fainted in the centipede race. And one girl, from the other team, looked…violated.

By the way, we lost in all of the games.

Epic fail # 6

After all the games were over, the winners were announced. Guess what, we were included in the Top Ten! We ranked 10th!

Note: There were only 11 teams. O_O

Epic fail # 7

So after the announcements, we quickly went back to Palma Hall to change our clothes. I really HAD to since my jogging pants were as muddy as my shoes were and my t-shirt was wet with sweat. After that, and 30 minutes of picture taking, we rode a jeep that would take us to Trinoma.

All of us assumed that we only had to pay seven pesos for the ride to Trinoma. Again, we were all wrong. Ella and I shared with my 20 pesos while the rest had it collectively. After all of us had paid, Ella and I were bugging the driver for our change. But he acted like he couldn’t hear us, so we just gave up. Then, he talked to my other block mates and told them that their payment wasn’t enough. He then told us that the fare was ten pesos each and not seven. So that was why I didn’t get my change. The rest of us then added more to what they had already given to the driver. Things got even more confusing. The other passengers even had to butt in. It was really obvious that we weren’t from that area.

And yeah, we missed Trinoma. We only realized that we were there when we got past it. We had to walk—a lot.

By the way, the granola bar I was eating while walking (thanks, Erika) split in half and fell to the ground. :c

Epic fail # 8

When we got to Trinoma, we had to split up since our group was too big to be accommodated. Every place was too crowded when we got there. Ella, Mark, Maan, and I stuck together and went to Kenny. After eating, we went to the MRT station to figure out a way to go back to Manila. When we got there, the guard shooed us. He ordered us to go to the other side, so we did. And when we got there, we found out that the station was jam-packed with people. We had to leave and find another way to go back home. We ended up walking a very long distance.

Epic fail # 9

So after walking a very long distance, we found out a way to go home! We rode a jeep that would take us to Kalaw. Mark asked the driver about the fare, and after hearing his response, we paid. And then, when the driver returned Ella and Maan’s change, we realized that we heard his response wrong. I had to add another ten pesos since what I thought was eight pesos turned out to be 18. O_O

Epic fail # 10

When the jeep got to Kalaw, Maan and I still didn’t know where to go so we asked the driver. He told as that we should go to the other side and wait for another jeep. Maan and I directly headed out of the jeep. The driver stopped us. It was the wrong place to get off.

Epic fail # 11

Maan and I were able to get off the RIGHT place, but we couldn’t help feeling a bit lost. We both haven’t seen the place before, and the jeeps going past us were all too unfamiliar. Again, we had to ask someone for directions. We were then told that those unfamiliar jeeps would take us to Padre Faura and Pedro Gil, so we got in one. However, the Padre Faura they were talking about was too far from ‘my’ Padre Faura. I got off anyway and said goodbye to Maan who was on her way to Pedro Gil. I had no choice but to walk and walk until I reached Astral Tower. It was a LONG walk.

I went straight to KFC to buy a Krusher.

When I arrived home, I relayed some of my experiences to my roommate, took of my muddy shoes, changed clothes, washed my face, and turned my laptop on.

This day may have been a day of epic failure, but, so far, it is one of the happiest days in my college life. Not only did I get to bond with my block mates, but I was also able to meet up with some of the people I miss—my high school friends. I’m just so glad that Alyzza, Tolits, and Norlan had the time to go to UP Diliman despite of it being a Sunday. It was fun sharing my stories with them and hearing theirs. And yeah, I’d like to thank Norlan for the ice cream. :) Thank you so much, guys. :)

Also, I’d like to thank Ella, Maan, and Mark. Our adventure was really, really tiring…but fun! Erin, thanks for being our official photographer. *Hug* If there’s something I can do for you in return, just tell me. :)

That’s all. I have to study for our Philosophy test tomorrow. O_O Just click here for more pictures. :)