The time reads exactly 12:31 am. It took a while for this page to load since I'm officially a dial-upper again which means that my DSL connection has been temporarily cut-off. Temporarily because we are subscribing to the cheaper version, don't ask me what I have no idea. Actually, I should be reviewing for an oral defense tomorrow, but I grew tired of it. But since I couldn't sleep thanks to the overwhelming effect coffee has on me (read: mild seizures), I told myself it was time to get my fingers working again on a writing job. I initially wanted to write an update on the fanfic I have neglected for two months now but I felt that I wouldn't do my readers justice at the state I'm in so I decided to just tinker with an entry first. Yes. I have readers and the official count is ten. Bwahahaha!
So now what? There were two episodes of my life that I have not chronicled in this humble journal of mine. One was my 19-teenth birthday and the other one was the life-changing retreat.
1. My last teenage birthday was fine. I got eleven roses because the Ate in Dangwa swindled Rhea. Haha! It was supposed to be a dozen, but it was the first time I got more than three roses and I was very happy thank you very much.:) I think I never did look forward to being nineteen just yet. It was an age I dreaded partly because of what lay beyond it: graduation, future, uncertainty, a freaking job, board exam etc. Those are heavy words, words of which I know nothing about. It might be terribly melodramatic to put it this way but I am terrified, way beyond terrified. I have got less than three months in college and I still don't know Commerce boy's name. Nah. Just kidding. It's the responsibility that frightens me and I'll leave it at that.
2. The Caleruega trip was fantastic. Firstly, it changed my agnostic views. I am now trying to put my faith back in place. Before I just had this superior being, now I have God. NAKERS. haha! Next, I had a taste of the responsibility I was mentioning up there and it got me howling like mad. I was crying for those who didn't get the insinuation (read: Here I am assuming that someone reads my crapload.) My youngest brother, not knowing I was in Batangas, accidentally informed me of this problem we were having at home which comprised of swear word-shouting between my family members. That was the exact moment in time when I realized how I am in love with my family. I actually thought I was a love-less person because I practically existed without having boy-love for the past nineteen years and then just that simple statement from my brother got my forehead scrunching up like hell and the tears flowing from my eyes and sobs coming from some deep reservoir in my soul that I didn't know existed! I felt helpless that day. I was far from home when I was needed. It hurt like hell. Really. Not being able to help. Gahd. That hurt. I don't ever want that happening again. Things are okay now it seems, and I hope it stays that way. What else about the retreat? Aha! I got some closure with some issues, yes it definitely is closure not some new beginning-shit. Haha! Then I had terrible sinned by having this mad infatuation with a priest. Haha. Just kidding.:) But I guess Father Cortel definitely was an instrument to how I think I've changed since the retreat. I'm nicer now.
Okay, that's enough of my inner-fears-unconditional-love-closed-issue thingy. What I want you to focus on right now, (read: Again, I am assuming that someone reads my crapload), is the date in this entry's header. DECEMBER 5, 2007. Yep. It's a very meaningful date for me. It's my second-year anniversary with Dongbangshinki. Hahaha! It might sound pathetic but ya, that's just me, the passionate-boyband-loving idiot,no offense to the millions out there like me.:) Another thing important about this day is, passport day. Yes! Rhea and I would finally claim our passports because, (read: this thing was what I wanted to blog about in the first place, got sidetracked.), next week...
WE WOULD BE GOING TO BANGKOK TO WATCH DONGBANGSHINKI IN CONCERT. FINALLY. FINALLY. BWAHAHAHA! WE WILL BE MISSING OUR EXAMS ON THE 17TH BUT WHO *SWEARWORD* CARES IF I AM GOING TO FINALLY GET MY TWO YEAR OLD DREAM!!WOOT. I AM ANTICIPATING THE CRYING AND THE SWEATING AND THE SHOUTING AND ALL IN ALL JUST TO EXPERIENCE DONGBANGSHINKI.
Enough of the capslock moment. We'd be staying there, we meaning myself, Rhea, my aunt, my mother, my mother's friend and her two daughters, for just three days since it was really hard to get bookings at this time of year. There are seven of us but I assure you that only Rhea and I would be watching the concert. :)
It's 1:17 am and I just finished rereading the whole entry. I am terrible at closing my paragraphs.:) Spent more time on this than I intially allowed myself to. Still not sleepy so I'm just gonna memorize some more cholera-stuff for the revalida tomorrow.
This is the first and last time I'm gonna request this, if you actually read this post, please do leave a hi okay? That seems like a weird request but I want to know how many people visit or not visit this.:) Thank you!:) Probably just this early-early morning bug got to me.:)
What miracle happened that I decided to post an entry after 2 long months of silence? Nothing special really. I'm currently waiting for this movie to buffer and its taking an awful long time so I'm going to try and summarize the past two months.
If I had made up entries, it would have been about:
1. Our thesis being a success after months of research, a few days of work, inhaling deadly fumes, occassional bickering, sleepless nights, weight loss and 50, 000 pesos.
2. Alcohol intoxication with friends after the much-dreaded defense day.
3. Coffee prince + Grey's Anatomy's eye-blinding marathon.
4. Random 02 Jam sessions with my brother.
5. Late night chismisan with my sister.
6. Catfights at the crack of dawn.
7. 100 000 pesos = don't ask
8. Enrolling myself in what would be the last semester of a person's basic education.
Err. That's all. Maybe because I can't think of anything else except for Bangkok and trying to find a site where I can download the movie Koizora. Gah! I've been waiting for that since October.
What else? Oh! I've been wanting to express my views about a particular topic for too long a time already but I really can't construct something coherent right now. Something about friendship and the future and other emotionally draining stuff. Haha! One of these days. Maybe on my birthday. :)
Must go back to the movie now.:)
Warning: There shall be cussing, cursing and inappropriate wording in this post.
As I type this blog entry, I’m trying to forget the fucking fun fact that I now have buchi balls for cheeks. Wisdom tooth extraction must be considered a rite of passage in every freaking book in the world. It must be written in line with baptism, confirmation, communion, bar mitzvah or whatever. I am currently ice-packing my buchi ball-cheeks and biting on some gauze while typing. I have puffy Angelina Jolie-like lips which fail me whenever I try to rinse my blood-supersaturated mouth.
My mouth has been devirginized brutally, forgive the insinuation. In the four fucking hours, I have had my mouth open and I am not exaggerating that fun fact, four hands have intruded its corners, all at the same time. Steel instruments have come and gone, which in my opinion should never be used in a body orifice. One tooth had been cut in half because of its size. I initially had eight stitches but there was bleeding and so I now have nine stitches. There isn’t any pain yet because of the I-don’t-know-how-many-milliliters of anesthesia that has been injected into my poor, poor gums, but the pain would soon come and I hope my uncle gets back before that time.
Before the “surgery” started, my heart was pumping like mad. I could really feel it shaking my whole body. My lips were trembling and the two doctors were asking me if I was afraid. I honestly wasn’t. The trembling was because of the anticipation. The fear came when the two decided to talk about surgeries gone bad, about some patients fainting while the procedure was ongoing, and patients bleeding like crazy. WOW GUYS, thank you so much. Haha. How insensitive. The psychological conditioning I had for the past two weeks crumbled down in a snap.
I’m starting to feel a little pain right now, so I’m gonna go rinse my mouth with cold water. Hehe..
P.S.
Did I mention that I'm on the second day of my monthly period?:)
Jae Joong says:
There is a LOVE TECHNIQUE... for example, if you find the car of the girl you like, you throw your cellphone in there.
Amazing. The way he thinks. Gah! Haha!
*sings*That's why I love you!:)
That statement---> CUTE!CUTE!CUTE!
Ok. Kill me now. Haha!
I'm reading, OMG, what an ugly font, wait, let me change it.There. Trebuchet is the best font ever. Haha! Anyway as I was saying. I'm reading AND writing fics again. Since I was in high school, I've loved reading fan fiction. It's just so amazing how a lot of people are such GOOD writers.I just love it!It's just so nice reading.
So the point is, I stayed up until about one yesterday night with me reading a fic and my sister watching television. We went up, unwillingly because my mother suddenly decided to wake up in the middle of the night just to question us, sarcastically at that if we wanted to go blind. Hehe. So we decided to go up. I found my brother sleeping in my bed so I went to lie down in his bed which happened to be beside Jermaine's bed. I'm gonna give you a minute to digest that. OK? DOne? So instead of sleeping, what we did was talk about things. I asked her about what the latest gossip was around our subdivision. BECAUSe! If you needed to know anything, and I MEAN ANYTHING about ANYONE on our subdivision, it's my sister you should ask. Not that she's actually the biggest gossip around. She just knows things.Clairvoyant maybe. OR maybe not.
Haha! So, unintentionally, we talked about couples. About who's with who, who broke up with who, and stuff like that. What pissed me off, is that from her stories, every freakin' 14 year old in here has got a freakin' boyfriend. Not that I am bitter. Really. NO. It's just that my no-boyfriend-since-birth self truly wonder. WONDER. AS IN WONDER. About what, I'm not sure. Maybe about the fact that at 18. I haven't done anything. NOt just the boyfriend thing. I haven't done anything!I feel like I'm wasting my young years behind. If I was a fly, I'd be in the molting stage you know? The stage where I won't grow anymore and forever live your life flying over trash cans or if you're really unlucky, be killed by some plastic swatter over a glass table.
What could I possibly do that would make me feel like I've achieved something? I TRULY WONDER.
We probably slept at around 2: 30 am, around time when my sister said my breath stinks already. Haha! I also had a weird dream last night. I dreamt that Syler, the psychotic character in HEROES was our neighbor and he was dead-set on killing us all. Talk about "magulo ang isip". Hehe. I definitely have a lot of things, bad things in my mind.
On the bright side, I have started a fic. I am writing again. Hehe. Just a few chapters pa lang, but still, the plot has been brewing in my mind for the longest time. I started just this afternoon. I finally decided to start this one even though I still have two fics hanging. O d b? Haha! I'm wishing myself good luck for this one. I really want to finish this. I must not have writer's block.
Hay. Just a few more days. Back to school. I hope something changes. Something, that word again.
I hate it.
Last May 30, our 20-day hospital internship ended with a BANG. Hehe. Cliche. I know. But I couldn't find any other term that could be related to a hospital and still promote the same meaning. Get what I mean? Anyway, that means I would be having my long-awaited and fully deserved vacation.
May 31, however, wasn't considered to be vacation YET since it was enrollment and I had to go to school and officially become a senior. The day did not start well. The enrollment was supposed to be at 11 and unluckily I got hold of the check that would pay for my education at about 11:30 or so. I didn't know where my ID was so I was itching to just get past the guards and into the gymnasium, but MAN! The guard there was tough. Turns out we needed to get something to sign before we can go inside. I breathed since he wasn't looking for the ID. But then! After I signed the damn document, I was again in a hurry to get inside but apparently the god of luck turned its back on me and one of the guards decided to go almighty, "Miss yung id mo?". I answered back in an exasperated tone that it was with the hospital since they needed it for my certificate when I really had no idea of its whereabouts. He decided to go witty this time asking me that they, the hospital, had to have some kind of substitute for my id PLUS mocking me with his, "Di ba hindi ineentertain sa loob yung walang id?". FUCK OFF would you? I have been enrolling in here for years already and you say that to my face right now?! Haha! I got past the bastard anyway with myself shouting at him. The first time I have ever shouted at a guard. I was feeling guilty the whole day. HEHE.
SO. ONto the official start of my vacation. June 1. 12 more days to go before school starts. Depression and frustration started creeping in. YES. That early. I was getting nuts trying to figure out ways to amuse myself other than sleeping and watching Gray's Anatomy. I was getting nuts listening to my mother's continuous bickering. My father's and sister's constant fight over the freaking charger almost put me over my limit until my uncle sent me a wonderful text message: "Tin gusto mo ng digital copy ng Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows?" HELL YES!! And so right this moment, I have already read half of the anticipated book. Haha! I know it probably was a stolen copy but I don't care! I need to amuse myself!! HAHA! Unfortuantely, the other half is yet to be downloaded. And with that, amusement is over.
I called Rhea yesterday to whine about how I see the days melting past with myself just sitting and putting things in my mouth. I want to go somewhere, ANYWHERE! Hay, I just probably would get myself enrolled in a dance class. Hehe. Yep, I originally planned for voice lessons but I want to get muscles and I wouldn't get that with singing right? Actually, I was to go look for classes here in the net but then I just found myself typing this ridiculously long entry oozing with negativity so I'd just end it here. I'll see you when I see you!:)
ON a slightly positive note: Happy Birthday Park Yoochun.:)
The number of my toes and fingers combined isn't enough to count the number of days since I have last updated in here. My last post was about something that I would remember forever but the physical souvenirs from that trip has already faded. Non-theatrically put, wala na kong sunburn. I was really busy this past month and I sometimes wish for that darker skin tone once again to convince myself that I have actually enjoyed the summer sun, sand and sea before I have confined myself into air-conditioned rooms wearing a laboratory gown.
If I closed my eyes a month ago, I would probably hear the waves crashing against the rocks and the shores. Right now, I close my eyes and hear an endless printing sound, the slight hum of a conveyor belt and let's not forget the not-so-distant&soft bang of a box against a stainless steel table. (This whole paragraph is actually a product of emotional instability right now, drama mode in other words..) But you get the point don't you? This is the most unsummer-summer of my entire life. If that made sense.
For those among you who actually reads this stuff and probably find it nonsensical, let me lay it down for you one by one.This is among those rare times where I get to go home an hour early. MAKATI is far away from home. BUt why don't we start from GENDRUGCHEM&CO.
I wanted to make a separate entry for my manufacturing internship. I actually had a title ready for it. Chronicles of a Twenty Day Internship. Obviously..I didn't manage to find the time to do it. Well, it didn't matter much since the manufacturing process itself wasn't at all interesting. We only experienced the latter part of that process. PACKAGING Behybi!YEah! Say that with me..BEYBI! Anyway, a lot of tiny tablets, capsules had to be counted and bottled, and then these bottles had to be labeled and these labeled bottles have to be boxed and these boxed labeled bottles had to be placed in even bigger boxes and then finally shipped into stores after undergoing several tests. Believe me, the work force behind every single Biogesic you take in is unbelievably huge. And take note that you buy that for a marked retail price of about three pesos. Not to mention the station preferences of the Kuya's and Ate's there. "Kausapin mo ang ingrown mo.." I almost believed an ingrown was capable of opinions or witty conversations. Yeng Constantino was also forever bawling in the background with her I-have-to-admit powerful voice. It's just that her songs started sounding the same to me. There was also the quest to find who JR Siaboc really was. The Love Radio jingle that was unwelcome in my head but nevertheless stayed there for quite a while and was coming out of my mouth at random times without my knowing. Some memorable people, gossip, the celebrities in there, feeding time every two hours and of course my friends made it a little more bearable. Ayshet ang haba na..:)
Now training at Makati Medical Center immediately a day after GenDrug was more culture shock than total burnout. In there, there were no Kuya's or Ate's only Maa'm's and Sir's. The three meals a day we were used to having at GENDRUG decreased to one. From having zero expense a day, it shot up to 200 pesos a day. From squished butts to squished heels. The difference is overwhelming. The only thing probably exciting in going there everyday is the prospect of riding the elevator with Issey. Take note that it is because of Rhea's shriek of envy: Ang swerte mo NEng! and Judy's shriek of utter disbelief: Baket di ko nakita?. Post Script: Issey is oppa material.
My last concern is something that cannot be reiterated or elaborated enough. I would probably not stop blabbing if I start with this one but I have to just let this out. I MISS DONG BANG SHIN KI WITH ALL MY HEART, MIND AND SOUL. I SHALL MAKE A STATEMENT FULL OF BIAS. JAEJOONGAH! FIGHTING!
dammit.cheesiest blog entry ever.probably the longest one too.
On the brighter side..13 more days to go sa Makati Med! Plus Mother's Day was nicely spent.:)
I wonder how many characters this blog entry has...hmm..?
Haha!
Naalala ko na-tag pala ko ni ate edcel..:)
Medyo mala friendster to!:)
10 things about me...
RULES:
Each player of this game starts off with ten weird things or habits or little known facts about yourself. People who get tagged must write in a blog of their own ten weird things or habits or little known facts as well as state this rule clearly. At the end you must choose six people tagged and list their names. No tagbacks!
1. I know how to play the piano/organ and guitar. Take note..marunong lng ako..hindi ako magaling. HAHA!
2. Sinisipa at sinusuntok ko ung gumigising sken ng maaga kapag d nmn kailangan.
3. Pag wala akong magawa, inoorasan ko kung gano ko katagal mahold ung breath ko
4. Una kong nakikita sa tao ang kamay at ang bibig
5. Nung magsabog ang Diyos ng talent sa drawing. Nasa banyo ako..naliligo.haha!
6. I get scared pag magsasara n ung mall
7. Masarap matulog pag bumabagyo
8. Nahihirapan ako mag-aral kapag sikat pa ung araw
9. Super lakas ko mag-imagine kaya pag gabe nahihirapan ako matulog dhel sa multo at madali ako umiyak sa mga libro with matching paninikip ng dibdib.haha!
10. Wala akong kaibigang lalake maliban lng sa mga kaklase ko at sa isa kong kababata.:)
Tag: Anyone bored at walang magawa sa buhay!
