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Saturday, 27 December 2008

TV Times

I was LMAO'ing when I accidentally saw a scene from ABS-CBN's Eva Fonda. Lady Luck is always on our side because these kinds of heavy drama, Eva Fonda style, don't happen to my colleagues and I.

We'd prefer to drink the x-ray finishing solution than to witness it.

Wanna see the scene? Here it is:

Scandalicious Fight At The ER While The Patient Is In Code Blue

Annoying shit. Evar.

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Y'all know that the Philippine National Police has a new uniform. The classic polo shirt was utilized. You'd probably think "WTF, this bitch started to care". But I'm here to do some shameless plugging. The embroidered names were consigned to our business.

And I hope that with the continual upgrade of the Philippine National Police, all policemen should practice what they preach...with all the integrity apeshit. And as for you dear reader, if you liked the embroidery, just send a me a pm or inform me through text. kthx. :)

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Technically I didn't find out about this from TV, this is TV related. There will be a so-called Pinoy Version of Twilight. And it's confeermed, people. I LOL'ed when someone Photoshopped this poster:

Asteeg. LOL

Sometimes, watching Philippine TV channels and shows can be seriously entertaining because of all the "efforts" that network companies go through. Some would be nice and some would be totally appalling in the end. And I dunno if I'd like the foreign show remakes because almost all shows now are remade.

What do you think of the "Takipsilim" poster?

Sunday, 14 December 2008

The Road To Becoming FUBAR

So I took the NMAT today at DLSU Manila and as expected, I'd have to guzzle on battery fluid to keep me going until the results get released. I came early because I want to calm down before I start the exams. But when I arrived, the line was batshit crazy.

Lame attempt for a shot of the crazy queue

I thought I was going to wallow in this by myself and surprise, surprise! Padi saw me and was texting each other like crazy since he's already inside and I was just entering DLSU. And while I was thinking that I might be needing another pencil because I only bought one, then came the people of Ateneo School of Medicine and Public Health handing out flyers and *gasp* ASMPH logo pencils.

Not your average giveaway pencil. Mongol yan. Sushal.

When I got in the gate, I was reading the few instructions posted. Since I wasn't wearing my glasses and because of that, my head began to hurt a few minutes after. That's when FUBAR Phase I started. In case you don't know, FUBAR means Fucked Up Beyond All Recognition.

I immediately put on my glasses after finding my room. So I was texting some friends in order to calm down, even if my headace now radiated to the occiput. So to cut the crap, I took the stupid test with a bad-ass splitting headache that's why I wasn't able to finish answering. Our proctor is nice because she was worried about me and kept on asking me if I was really ok. I just say "YES" with a smile even if I wasn't. I don't want to scare her further.

I don't know if I even did well on the second part because my head seriously hurts. Padi is worried about his results because he's as unprepared as I am because he's working too. But he's not as fucked up as I am.

So now, I'm not bitter at all about the percentile but I was bitter about the fact that I wasn't able to answer the test even if it was OK can be answered even with minimal review. I'm just hoping for the convincing powers of my Transcript of Records to cover up the mess of my NMAT. I hope that other schools that I have applied at will look beyond my botched percentile. Because if they don't, then my "Med School Dream" is srsly fucked up beyond all recognition.

Goodbye, UPCM. Gamitin mo na lang ang binayad ko sa pagpapaganda ng pasilidad mo.

On a lighter note, I will have my eyes checked up this week. Maybe my astigmatism got worse since my headache started last week on an irregular basis. FYI, it gets worse when the person lacks sleep.

Oh well, good luck na lang sa results. *crosses fingers*

Saturday, 6 December 2008

I Want!

When Photoshop aficionados are seriously bored, they can tweak almost everything. Like this pseudo-Twilight photo.

Lovin' the classic Evil Waldorf look

I want to learn Photoshop so I can tweak the photos of The Wedding of the Year. Talk about changing the bride's face with mine...major LOL.

Seeing Mimi's new post made me want to go and spend for any of these babies:

Since stores rarely carry Keds footwear, I still want one of these:

But seriously, what I REALLY want now is to:

GET A DECENT NMAT RATING 

The exams are drawing near. I'm sorry if it comes as a big deal to me. It's because I read few notes for all that scientific and tortuous mathematical stuff...aside from the fact na jologs ako. LOL. Wish me luck. 

Friday, 5 December 2008

The Count

I can't look at this photo again without LOL'ing...

Jeez, I didn't know that Count von Count lives here in Sta. Rosa *snigger*. I dunno if I'm just a Sesame Street fanatic or just mean ghel to ever notice the similarity between The Count and that please-clean-my-one-month-old-post-op-site-or-I'll-fucking-die dude who often comes to the clinic even when not necessary.

I swear, they do look alike. Minus the purple skin, widow's peak and vampire fangs.

On a lighter note, his visits to the are de-stressing because I can't help LMAO'ing whenever I see him. That's why even if his hypochondria annoys the hell out of me, I'll take that blow because it's my penance for laughing at him.

I'm so bad. Spank me. *spank, spank, spank*

Wednesday, 19 November 2008

Stuck In A Rut

My D-Day draws near and I am still nowhere near ready to stain the answer sheets with my trusty ol' lead pencil. I tried to read old science books lying around the house but I can't bring myself to get seriously focused. I can't finish an entire chapter of scientific crapola because my attention span has seriously decreased. The last time I checked, I have my geek gear with me and the right atmosphere, so why the hell am I not focused?!

It scares me shitless to think that this unintentional procrastination lead to self-destruction. I want to get into a decent school so I have to read, read, and fucking read. But I can't, can't, and fucking can't focus that much.

And I don't understand why they have to give out this exam, considering that the schools have their own criteria. Heh.

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Is it me or is it just my old high school rising up from the jologs ashes? I read from a friend's blog enrty that the school would have an alumni homecoming and a real concert (with famous bands) as part of its 15th year anniversary. Even if Jewel thinks that Parokya ni Edgar and MYMP is jologs (LOL), I still can't get over the fact that Dominican College is going shushal na. Feel the shushality, people. 

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Fangirling time!

I love you even if I think you have gay tendencies because your pants are a little tight in the ass.

Monday, 10 November 2008

Coffee Chronicles

After going all serious, it's time for me to cut some slack and rant on something else I love: coffee.

My Coffee History:

I discovered coffee when I was in high school but I only drank whenever there is a difficult exam. I just became a full-pledged caffeine junkie, when I was in college because every exam is hellish. Studying isn't complete without a mug of coffee beside me and my usual nerd gear: thick two-volume books, glue-bound notes, notebooks, pencil case, and my phone with headset. 

When I was a college junior, Sasa, Bebs and I used to study at Starbucks Robinson's Place at the time when it used to be quiet. However, my girls transferred to Starbucks Adriatico and I stayed at the dorm since I was too lazy to come and I am preferring The Coffee Bean and Tea Leaf.  So I settled with my good ol' homemade iced mocha. It's understood that the content of my blood vessels during college is 90% caffeine and 10% blood.

So now, even if I am working, I still guzzle on coffee but I limit it to two cups. One cup is enough to give me energy to last the shift full of toxicity and annoying shizz. Because I believe in:

However, I want to cut down on my coffee intake but my boss doesn't help. He brings a huge container of brewed coffea arabica that is seriously strong and expects me to finish half of it (the other half is his) while he annoys me with his your-boyfriend-is-freakin'-rich-so-you-need-to-watch-out-after-him banter. Hah. Whatever.

Hello, dysrhythmia and neuritis!

And gaaaaah, coffee doesn't keep me awake anymore. I'm immune like dut. However, I noticed that it brings me closer to my friends (or co-junkies?!). A cure for my social retardation and an intervention for the slow degradation of my social life.

I hope that even if it kills me softly, coffee will still bring me and my co-junkies together even if we have different skeds. Too bad the coffee date that we, the Gorgeous Nerds of Dominican (lols) are planning kind of messed up. But as long as there is coffee, there's still a chance to meet up.

And that includes you college peeps. Gaah.

Twisted Reasoning

Not long ago, I decided to put nursing on the backseat because now I want to be a Hippocrates follower. But whenever I think of it, I get nervous. Sooooo nervous that I want to puke my guts out. The NMAT is just around the corner and I am nowhere near ready for it because I rarely read since I still have work. I didn't enroll myself in a review center because it's expensive and that I don't have time. But I read as soon as I have the time.

But I am still hoping for a good NMAT rating despite the facts presented. I'm not even hoping to get in the bad ass medicine school just across my old university. I just hope I get into a decent school.

You might tell me to quit my job. But I won't. That's where I get moolah to pay for all the application fees and whatnot for school. I don't want my parents to pay for it because they didn't ask me to study again. It was my choice so it is only right that I do so. Although I don't want them to spend a lot again for my education, I can't support myself. But for sure, I can pay them back by not screwing up on the process.

And that's the only thing holding me back: finances. As for motivation, I have lots of it.

If you'd ask me why I decided to take this different career path, it is purely personal reasons. Aside from being fed up with the fucked up way of how nurses are treated, I want to move into something difficult but I know I can do.

I know I was a mediocre student during my Baccalaureate years and only a few believed in my abilities. A lot doubted what I was saying because I was not an "authority". Although I managed to prove them wrong by getting decent grades, there are times that even I, doubt myself. Doubt that was imposed by that social stigma, wounding my self-esteem. However, it didn't stop me from wanting to become a physician. After milking my baccalaureate degree of what its worth, I then thought, "Hey, I can do this. I can fucking do this! I can actually become a fucking doctor". Woohoo!

No, I am not doing this to prove anything to anyone. Rather, I will do this because I realized that I can. And since my mindset is on Surgery, it gives me a good feeling to know that my scheming can actually do good. Imagine how many dads can walk beside their kid during graduation just 'cause a diseased organ got cured due to my scheming. Tres fabuleux.

I still have a long way to go. I'm just a meter forward on the 1 km road to my dream. I'd be moving a centimeter forward if I get accepted in a school. Wish me luck.

Wednesday, 29 October 2008

High School Musical 3


Rating:★★★★
Category:Movies
Genre: Kids & Family

After rambling so much of my past obsession with that Jonas Brothers' song, here I find myself obsessing with yet another Disney madness: High School Musical 3.

Okay fine. I watched the entire High School Musical franchise so I know the entire story by heart. Go ahead and laugh at me. Deal with it.

Anyway, the movie is an ideal choice if you're set to just kick back and relax without the complicated plotline. And that's what I did even if it was weird for a 20-something female to sit at the back of the theater with a bunch of pre-teen girls in the previous row. Because not everything about HSM is for kids, but for adults too...and I'm referring to:



And because of that guy, I became territorial with that hot guy pictured above so I disliked Gabriella even more. LOL. :p

Anyway, I liked the soundtrack because the songs are catchy and can be classified as music for easy listening. Yes, it applies even if Ashley Tisdale and Vanessa Hudgens' voice sounds canned. The dance sequences aren't that easy to imitate than that of the first High School Musical TV movie. I can't even remember the steps, dammit! It's such a shame that I know how to dance "We're All In This Together" and I don't know the steps to the last HSM. Tch.

And what's even more weird, I can relate to the story about Gabriella leaving East High for Stanford University and Troy. I thought I was in an alternate universe during Troy's emo phase. And I went neurotic again by thinking, "Hey Troy, COME TO MOMMA!".

I felt the happy-sad vibe at the end of the movie. I don't know if it was because it's the last HSM movie or because it's the last time I can have a really good excuse to ogle Zac Efron on a teeny-bopper movie. :p

To wrap this up, Zac Efron is L-O-V-E. The fangirl goes for the murderheffing win. Hehe.

Sunday, 26 October 2008

Death Trap

Did you know that the latest innovation in shortening the life span of a person is this baby:

Because from the picture from above, it might end up like this:

Majority of the cases I've handled are related to motorcycle accidents. And based from my interviews and initial assessment, majority of the accidents are caused by plain stupidity. And plain stupidity involves:

  • Driving under the influence of alcohol - Jeez, everyone knows that no one should drink too much and drive afterwards.
  • Doing motorcycle stunts without the proper safety gear and right motorcycle type - Seriously, you're not Evel Kneivel so wear the required safety gear.
  • Driving like the King of the Road - This pisses me off big time. It's the rule of thumb that the motorcycles should be those to adjust tot he big vehicles. But now, it's the other way around. These things can counterflow and get away with it. Talk about cheating death. And when they get hit, they'd demand money from you to finance their hospital bills even if it was entirely their fault.
  • Lack of safety gear - Substandard helmets cannot prevent major intracranial injuries, FYI. So wear the proper motorcycle garb, dammit.
  • Overloading - I often see 3 people on a bike and sometimes 4 even if it is pretty obvious that the capacity of a motorcycle is 2. The extra weight makes it difficult to control thereby making it prone to accidents.

Vehicular accidents, particularly motorcycle accidents can result into minor bruises and serious injuries like loss of an extremity. Even death. 

Although accidents happen even if you're being careful, it can be lessened. That is by following traffic rules. The riders are too much of a daredevil on the road but too much of a chicken wuss when it comes to intramuscular injection of anti-tetanus medications. Talk about raising the moron bar up a notch.

"Miss, masakit yata yan", "Miss, dahan-dahan lang", "Wag mong sasakitan ang turok" are the usual pleas from these daredevils. Ngek. In the first place they should've been more careful so they don't have to be writhing in pain and chickening out on an injection.

So if you're a rider and you're reading this, be extra careful, wear the proper safety gear and follow traffic rules. Kthxbye.

* photos from here and here

Sunday, 19 October 2008

The Name Game

I'd play the name game that started from here.

Teh rules iz simple: Share the names that different people call you.

But first, I'll bore you with my name history. My dad really likes the name Kristine Anne. My older sister was supposed to be cursed with that name but my mom beat him into naming her. So when I was born, the name fell on me since it was appropriate to name me as such as I was born a few days before Christmas. So in short, my name is seond-hand. Heh. So let's start the Name Game:

Kristine- This is my "First day name". Whenever I introduce myself as Kristine Anne O. Cervales on the first day of school and/or work, everyone ends up calling me Kristine.

Anne- Only my parents and my relatives call me by this name. It'd be sooo awkward if someone from outside my family circle would call me Anne...I'd definitely ignore 'em.

Tin/Tin-tin- The generic nickname for those with the Kristine/Christine name. People rarely call me Tin in the fear of insulting me because it is obvious that I'm Miss Fat Ass. *ROTFL* Ok, I take it back 'cause that was a lame joke and I'm the only one laughing.

Kristine Anne/Tin Anne- This is what my friends and classmates in Child Jesus used to call me way back in our Elementary years. When people got tired of calling me by my whole first name, some genius removed a syllable to try to shorten it. From there, "Tin Anne" was born.

Ann-ann- The Fungal Name my mom thinks is the best nickname for me. As I was telling in Anna's blog, my mom used the dreaded Fungal Name when she enrolled me in the Capt. Shakey's Birthday Club. So the people in Shakey's Biñan actually sent me a birthday greeting using Ann-ann.

Kristina- The Rage Name. My mom and dad calls me by this name whenever they get pissed off or get raging mad at me. Kristina isn't complete without the angry tone and the emphasis at the second syllable for me to get the "You're seriously screwed" vibe.

Cervales- Some people who I'm not close with during my high school years have this surname calling tendencies just to identify me from the sea of Kristines in our class.

Celine- This is one of my high school names. It originated from a green joke I cracked in freshman year. Jon (Valdueza) and Aaron (Valencia) got a kick out of the "selinyador" punchline and ended up calling me that. After a few days, they shortened it to Celine. The name stuck until now.

KC- Another high school nickname that stuck until now. Verna was the one who christened me with the nickname because I was calling my then-crush "Troy". Since the Montero siblings were popular back then, Verna decided to call me KC "para hindi obvious na pinagpapantasyahan mo si Kuya Imo Flat". Ok, I'm seriously laughing while typing this. Anyway, because of this nick, I get a lot of questions like "Anong ibig sabihin ng KC?" or "Kamusta na si Ate Shawie?".

Kermit- This started in sophomore year Biology class, after the frog dissection disaster. I didn't put too much effort on my frog anatomy drawing, thereby attracting the attention of Felipe, who said that the frog looks like a speedboat while LOL'ing in between. He's the only one who calls me Kermit until now.

Donya- My RLE groupmate, Riz started this Donya thing. We were on our way home from our duty in PGH-Ward 9 and we were all laughing like crazy about Kai and the ramp at the OBAS. I was laughing so hard when Riz noticed that I laugh like an evil Donya who throws money up in the air. I just added a few details to describe the evil Donya further and we ended up laughing until we went out of the UPCM gate.

Dyosa- Only my colleague, Mariel calls me so. Since we employees are neurotic, we christened her as Dyesebel (and Dr. Sy is Fredo...lol). Mariel wants to spread the neurotic love and picked me as her telenovela counterpart. She thought of a character whose boob cheeks are visible on TV, as Dyesebel. She chose Anne Curtis' centaur form in Dyosa. Nyeh. Tikbalang.

Nurse- Patients who don't know me or try to pacify their fractured kid call me that. Hello, Captain Obvious.

Ganda- The people over at Jazzy's store across our clinic call me that whenever I buy from them...even if they know my name. Smart marketing strategy boosts sales. Lol.

Ate- The bystanders in the store call me Ate even if some of them are actually older than me. They are the unofficial security guards in our clinic so even if I don't know them personally, I greet them back.

So now, I pass on the name game to: Jen, Cors and Ronnel.

Because I'm Tagged...

I'd play the name game that started from here.

Teh rules iz simple: Share the names that different people call you.

But first, I'll bore you with my name history. My dad really likes the name Kristine Anne. My older sister was supposed to be cursed with that name but my mom beat him into naming her. So when I was born, the name fell on me since it was appropriate to name me as such as I was born a few days before Christmas. So in short, my name is seond-hand. Heh. So let's start the Name Game:

Kristine
This is my "First day name". Whenever I introduce myself as Kristine Anne O. Cervales on the first day of school and/or work, everyone ends up calling me Kristine. 

Anne
Only my parents and my relatives call me by this name. It'd be sooo awkward if someone from outside my family circle would call me Anne...I'd definitely ignore 'em.

Tin/Tin-tin
The generic nickname for those with the Kristine/Christine name. People rarely call me Tin in the fear of insulting me because it is obvious that I'm Miss Fat Ass. *ROTFL* Ok, I take it back 'cause that was a lame joke and I'm the only one laughing.

Kristine Anne/Tin Anne
This is what my friends and classmates in Child Jesus used to call me way back in our Elementary years. When people got tired of calling me by my whole first name, some genius removed a syllable to try to shorten it. From there, "Tin Anne" was born.

Ann-ann
The Fungal Name my mom thinks is the best nickname for me. As I was telling in Anna's blog, my mom used the dreaded Fungal Name when she enrolled me in the Capt. Shakey's Birthday Club. So the people in Shakey's Biñan actually sent me a birthday greeting using Ann-ann.

Kristina
The Rage Name. My mom and dad calls me by this name whenever they get pissed off or get raging mad at me. Kristina isn't complete without the angry tone and the emphasis at the second syllable for me to get the "You're seriously screwed" vibe.

Cervales
Some people who I'm not close with during my high school years have this surname calling tendencies just to identify me from the sea of Kristines in our class.

Celine
This is one of my high school names. It originated from a green joke I cracked in freshman year. Jon (Valdueza) and Aaron (Valencia) got a kick out of the "selinyador" punchline and ended up calling me that. After a few days, they shortened it to Celine. The name stuck until now.

KC
Another high school nickname that stuck until now. Verna was the one who christened me with the nickname because I was calling my then-crush "Troy". Since the Montero siblings were popular back then, Verna decided to call me KC "para hindi obvious na pinagpapantasyahan mo si Kuya Imo Flat". Ok, I'm seriously laughing while typing this. Anyway, because of this nick, I get a lot of questions like "Anong ibig sabihin ng KC?" or "Kamusta na si Ate Shawie?".

Kermit
This started in sophomore year Biology class, after the frog dissection disaster. I didn't put too much effort on my frog anatomy drawing, thereby attracting the attention of Felipe, who said that the frog looks like a speedboat while LOL'ing in between. He's the only one who calls me Kermit until now.

Donya
My RLE groupmate, Riz started this Donya thing. We were on our way home from our duty in PGH-Ward 9 and we were all laughing like crazy about Kai and the ramp at the OBAS. I was laughing so hard when Riz noticed that I laugh like an evil Donya who throws money up in the air. I just added a few details to describe the evil Donya further and we ended up laughing until we went out of the UPCM gate.

Dyosa
Only my colleague, Mariel calls me so. Since we employees are neurotic, we christened her as Dyesebel (and Dr. Sy is Fredo...lol). Mariel wants to spread the neurotic love and picked me as her telenovela counterpart. She thought of a character whose boob cheeks are visible on TV, as Dyesebel. She chose Anne Curtis' centaur form in Dyosa. Nyeh. Tikbalang.

Nurse
Patients who don't know me or try to pacify their fractured kid call me that. Hello, Captain Obvious.

Ganda
The people over at Jazzy's store across our clinic call me that whenever I buy from them...even if they know my name. Smart marketing strategy boosts sales. Lol.

Ate
The bystanders in the store call me Ate even if some of them are actually older than me. They are the unofficial security guards in our clinic so even if I don't know them personally, I greet them back.

So now, I pass on the name game to: Jen, Cors and Ronnel.

Sunday, 5 October 2008

Mess = Perfection

Jewel was talking about a Happy Hollywood Halloween, where she'd like to dress up as MK. I agree to what she said about MK being a gorgeous mess. The look is effortless and comfortable...that's why I love it.

But others don't.

I want to be as laid back as possible. I don't know why in this suburban place I call home, hindi matanggap ang staticky hair and unusual ensembles. Usually I get weird looks and eye rolling from the conformists.

Hello, ang saya kayang maging dugyuting weirdo! Look:

Gorgeous staticky hair

Pirate boots + girly skirt = Fantabulous

Although people tease me that it seems as if I don't take a bath, I don't care because I can last the day looking messy. Although I squirm when I get sweaty since I feel so stinky when I do, I rarely fret over making my appearance perfect. It's all about making it work.

Kaya sa mga umirap sa akin sa super market: Betcha didn't think of the shorts/wedge sandals ensemble. Wag umirap kasi di ko pinakialaman ang boring shorts/flip-flop combo ninyo.

Yakkk. Feelingera. 

Monday, 22 September 2008

Seven Hundred Fifty Six

A few days ago, I was over at my Auntie Guritte's house for my cousin's 10th birthday party when I found out that my other cousin, Isen is having episodes of nausea, vomiting and diarrhea.  

L-R Christopher, Chaka Doll, Jaristi, Cha-mu, Isen and CJ

I thought it just occurred on the same day but Auntie Nene told me that he was like that even the day before. All they can do is to succumb to folk medicine. That's when I told them to bring him to the hospital because he might be experiencing electrolyte imbalance.

The catch is, times are hard for my mom's youngest sibling so they can't afford to have him checked up.

My mom and Auntie Simple agreed to foot the bill, however, it wouldn't be enough to cover the meds since everything was a spur-of-the-moment thing. But we took Isen to the hospital anyway. While I was with him, I was looking for something on my bag and voila! I saw my salary, still tucked in the envelope. My sleep-deprived mind must've forgotten that I received my pay.

To make the story short, I paid for the lab charges.

Normally, spending 756 peysoz in a heartbeat would've caused me to convulse and froth at the mouth. But since I can't bear the thought that my cousin would drink pito-pito or whatever herb the magtatawas would prescribe, I gladly spent it for him...since Isen is a super nice and smart kid

Not that it makes me a hero of the world, I am writing about this to let people know how good it makes you feel when you help someone. It makes so much difference, especially for a heinous bitch like me.

...because it made me feel 756 zillion times better. Yun lang poe.

Step One

Dizizit! The first step of the culmination of my dark and twisty plans:

Spot the ambisyosa mark

I know I have been rambling about this for a very long time. It's just that I have to assess myself if I am ready to take this advanced form of mental workout...since going to med school is not a joke. I also have to put into consideration my family's financial status since the fees are freakin' expensive. Aba, hindi naman kami bajillionaire no!

Now, I think I'm ready. Sana pati bulsa nina mudra at pudra. Haha!

If you're going to ask me, ambisyosang tunay talaga ako kasi nagbabalak ako sa:

  1. UP - Ultimate!!! Lumalabas na trying hard ako. Lol. Kasi sobrang hirap pumasok dito.
  2. PLM - Mas mabait kesa UP at medyo mura ang fees. Thanks, Verna!
  3. UERMMC - Sumusunod sa presyo ng UST...mas mura ng sampung libo.
  4. UST - Saksakan ng mahal

These four schools in the metro are my top choices since they offer kickass education and training and that the location is accessible. If I live in Cebu, gora ako sa Cebu Doctors...deadma na ang UP. Hehe. Eh hindi, malas ko na lang. Maganda pa naman din dun.

Whatevs. Just wish me luck so that I can get a kickass NMAT percentile. Self review lang poe kasi ako kahit mapurol na ang knowledge ko sa sciences. Syet.

So help me God.

Tuesday, 16 September 2008

Lame Open Letter

When I left St. Paul Manila, I was a closet rebel. I often wonder what would happen if I have courage to give them a piece of my mind to make the college a better place. But of course, I was NOT thinking of a seriously jologs way to revolt. I mean jologs, like writing this kind of letter:

Click on photo to enlarge

This was posted by a junior student on the bulletin board in the Nursing office. My sister took a photo of it so that I can read. My thoughts:

  1. Girl siguro ang nag-post because guys have the pin instead of the cap.
  2. What a dope. The letter sender was brave enough to write this but was too much of a chicken by not writing her name...idinamay pa ang batch eh siya lang naman ang nagpakana nito.
  3. Perfectionists?! As much as you do, the CI's don't want to see your capping ceremony suck ass thus the rigid practices. I hated our practices but in the end, our capping ceremony kicked ass.
  4. "Now we dare you remove our caps! We challenge you all!!!". This is totally lame. Miss Reyes (Doctor Reyes now...susyal), can tell you not to wear your caps, even without force. She can just sit on her chair and just say, "Dum-di-dum-dum-dum. Wala akong magawa ngayon. Ah alam ko na! Hindi ko pagsusuotin ng cap ang lahat ng 3rd year at 4th year. Nyahaha!"...like she'd say that. I hope you get the picture: No challenge needed.
  5. "I bet you cannot remove any of us because we will do our best". Uhm, reality check?!Duuuude, even if you do your best, there are going to be times that it won't be good enough. So don't be too sure you won't get kicked out just 'cause of that. And as for the letter sender, her status is probably screwed by now.
  6. Ahh, the classic BSN-4 and BSN-3 gap. It's nothing personal. Masyado shang affected. "Be discreet when you degrade us" WTF?! Nobody wants to be degraded, even in the most discreet way. Labo.
  7. I have to comment on the grammar. Technically, a letter sent to the admin is a formal document even if it is an open letter like that one. Sana in-edit muna niya bago ipinaskil para lalong nakaka-konsensya, lalo na sa 4th year. Sa halip na makapag-reflect kung mayabang nga ba sila, baka hindi makahinga yung Batch '09 sa kakatawa sa linyang "...may you all past the board exams".
  8. Pagkatapos bigyan ng pagkakataong mag-cap, gumawa pa ng dahilan para tanggalan siya ng karapatang isuot ang cap niya. Abnoy.

My sister, Charmaine wanted to beat the shit out of this person...because their batch is in danger of being de-capped. FYI, being de-capped is similar to being exposed in a scandal for us nurses.

Good luck na lang.

The only piece of advice I can give is that they might be super strict now that it makes you want to hurl but you have to obey even if it hurts. Because when you go out to the real world, your rigid training is such an advantage. Srsly.

Trust me on that one because I know. It happened to me.

Sunday, 14 September 2008

Insecurity Guards And The New Breed

Here's a new term I coined: insecurity guard. They are:

  1. Endemic to every place. May also be a Competition Whore...if encountered, you're screwed since they are known to piss the living hell out of you.
  2. Individuals with seriously low self-esteem and a pseudo-god complex as a front so that they won't look pitiful. This god complex is achieved by intimidating and/or bullying other people who fortunately, won't give a flying fuck on superficiality.
  3. People who are totally insecure about themselves that a new component of their blood plasma is the poison called: envy.

You probably encountered insecurity guards many times. However, I recently discovered from my sister, Charmaine, there is a new breed of havoc wreaking assholes...the cross of the Insecurity Guard and the Competition Whore, a.k.a. Impaktang Inggitera. Trés fabuleux.

Not.

I don't know if I have to shoot fire out of my eyeballs or laugh my ass off when Charmaine told me that her quasi-bitchface of a classmate openly insults her...all because of a boy.

You're totally lucky in NOT having me as a classmate.

I won't go into detail about what she did to my sister but that's something I never did and won't ever do to anyone. I don't like it if people insult you just 'cause boys pay attention to you rather than them...that thinking is so 92 A.D. For starters, It isn't my sister's fault if she's one of the boys and is fucking friendly. Maybe that SOAB should try to be friendly and be less of an attention whore. Jeez, that girl sure guzzles:

Is it in you?

Why are some people devolving? Instead of thinking more logically as they age, they end up on the opposite side of the world.

Seriously, GIRLS PLEASE EVOLVE. Kthxbye.

Monday, 8 September 2008

Miss MNL

Well, as the saying goes: You can take the girl out of Manila but you can never take Manila out of the girl. I can attest to that.

Whenever I visit my sisters, it makes me annoyingly nostalgic, like a crazy old woman. I have compared Manila to the two-year old (or it it three?) city I live in. And I must say that nothing beats the good ol' streets of Manila, where you can wear outrageous outfits without getting annoying stares.

The city where my dreams became reality. Good thing that when I came there, it tolerated the ambitious air of it. It was so ambitious that I can feel it in the air I breathe.

Even though the city and I have a love and hate relationship, I keep coming back. Aside from the gross personal fact that I found something within it, that's where I grew, physically, intellectually and emotionally so I owe a lot to the city. I never realized that I have what it takes to survive the shit of the real world until I set foot in the streets of Pedro Gil and any other street I frequent, for that matter.

Nakaka-miss. Sta. Rosa is kinda boring na...which prompted me to think of trying out at this place for the nth time:


So now, I vow that when I get a two-day off, I'm going to visit and just roam around even if I don't have enough moolah to spend for shoe shopping. Bow.

Friday, 5 September 2008

Junkie

Help me. Even if I'm so left behind, I can't stop ogling babies in almost all of these forms:

Nakakainis. Only high street stores sell these styles..medyo chaka pa. I need the simple ultra-modern ones because I don't want to end up looking like:

So shallow no? Well, excuse me for being a girl. Heh.

Photo credits: Gladiator shoes and Gladiator Movie Still

Thursday, 21 August 2008

Bad LSS

Normally, I don't mind having a bad case of LSS (Last Song Syndrome) that usually last for weeks. But it's different when you have a bad case of LSS with a song I normally won't listen to and I can't completely get out of my head.

I already want this madness to stop because I can't stop singing the freaking song on impulse. Weird no? My boss even told me, "Ibahin mo naman ang kakantahin mo ngayon ha? Lagi na lang yung 'Looking in the Eye' ang kinakanta mo eh".

Kainez.

Guess who the culprits are.

Exhibit A: The Artists

Exhibit B: The Song


Jonas Brothers - When You Look Me In The Eyes

Ang saya no? If Jewel reads this, she would probably LOL at this madness...especially now that I downloaded the song already..in the hopes na mapagsawaan ko na ang lintik na kantang yan. Hee-hee.