Thursday, 21 October 2010
And after 20 eons, I have come into blogging about it. Lol. Let me rationalize our actions that were misunderstood by the humble ones:
- We do not make transcriptions for you because we are not your fucking trans committee. It was proposed by the class president but you guys refused so we decided to make our own transcriptions for our group. Get it? OUR GROUP. See number 3.
- People are waiting for trans to magically drop from the sky, like manna from heaven. They complain when we are delayed in uploading and then they say more bullshit than what Cristy Fermin can cook up. Transcription making is a bitch. I have been making transcriptions last year so I know how hard it is to make. Whatever that is not included in the lecture notes, I look it up in the book and add it with my own lecture notes. Really tedious, I tell you.
- We are not totally heartless. it's just that transcriptions do not have feet so it will not come to you as soon as we print it. By virtue of logic, you have to ask us for a copy so that you can have the transcription. Nobody asks so we don't give it out. It is obnoxious to offer it to the entire class when we know that every group is making their own.
- In our group, majority of us are Liaison Officers (LO). The misconception is that LO's are supposed to make transcriptions. It just so happened that I like to make transcriptions of Pathology. Lol. For me, the job description of the LO is poorly defined. For starters, our role is to get a copy of the lecture and to communicate with the professors and that's it. Nowadays, I rarely share my copy of the lecture in Pathology because I make it at the last minute, people say that I don't do my job. Well technically it is not part of my job and you as a student, you are not doing YOUR job of reading your book.
But come to think of it, she gives me a good LOL, that person. *snigger*
This must be LOVE! Lol.
Sunday, 8 August 2010
Saturday, 26 June 2010
Monday, 31 May 2010
I grew more excited. “Ay talaga Daddy? Nakita mo ba yung ginagawa dun, yung ano, yung Football City ata yun? Nakita ko kasi sa National Geographic.”
“Kasi nga may laro dun ngayon kaya maraming tao.” He replied.
“Ay na-excite ako!”
Just as I was thinking that the King of Sparta will share my sentiment, he looked scandalized and almost yelled: “Ano, na-eexcite ka? Paano ka ma-eexcite dun? Puro luko-luko ang mga tao dun. Yung team nga ng Colombia, na-hold up silang lahat. Tapos ma-eexcite ka. Ma-hold up ka pa dun.”
But I had to LOL at his facial expression which shows of disbelief and annoyance at my excitement. All I said was, “Talaga?!” and then he went on about what the Colombians went through to get justice for what they experienced since the King and his men saw the team while filing a complaint.
And then I shut up. Trust the King of Sparta to rain on my parade. I saw The Mummy giving me an o-ano-wala-kang-laban-diyan look. And then she sniggered.
Aha, he’s definitely back.
• Daddy - King of Sparta
• Mommy- The Mummy (Oh, how creative!)
• Ate Richie- Ms. Australia
• Charmaine- Ms. Japan
• Christopher- Pogi
• Me- Narrator
Kontra bulate is our family slang for “kontrabida” or antagonist. Our dad always seems to find something negative in almost anything we like to do so we gave him the nickname, even if we know that he means well. And it’s also mommy’s way of getting back at daddy after he referred to her as “Seksing Butete”.
We poke fun at each other so don’t get all prissy. That’s how we roll.
Thursday, 27 May 2010
- Study very well. Read in advance- Although I did this in my freshman year, I just need to write this down again to remind myself that I shouldn’t be lazy and exert double effort.
- Aim for exemption in all subjects- I just aimed for the passing grade because I thought I couldn’t get an exemption. But surprise, surprise! I did get exempted in majority of the subjects even Biochemistry, the phantom menace.
- Eat right- Since I suffered from the “jazz pants syndrome” on my second semester, I need to cut down on excessive food intake. Not only that, I need to save myself from brain shriveling food and start eating healthful ones that actually boost my brain power. Seryoso, meron nyan! I read it at Women’s Health Magazine.
- Wag maging kill joy- I’ll try not to say no when my friends ask me to come with them to the mall or something. Unless I’m tired or feeling extremely lazy. I think I’ll need more periods of chillaxin’ this year in order to get over the stressful life ahead. So I say GO GO GO!
- Wag umasa sa trans- dahil hindi naman lahat ng nakasulat dun, lumalabas. Unless the professors told you to pay attention to the notes they gave you, then that’s the time I’d actually take time to read it. Sa totoo lang, minsan natatanga ako sa trans.
Even if they say that Boracay is the new jologs haven, I don’t care. I’ll always come back. ♥
Thursday, 13 May 2010
When I left for Boracay, Chiyo got sick. He was salivating, timid, had a wounded snout, was coughing, had snot blocking its left nostril, refused to play and couldn’t meow. It scared me shitless as the word RABIES kept ringing in my ear. However, it is eating and drinking normally and even developed a liking for sweet corn.
Incidentally, when I returned home the cat slowly got better after a few days. I joked that Chiyo just missed me that’s why it got sick. My mom countered, “Paano yan kapag may pasok ka na? Baka magkasakit na naman yan.”
Thanks to that train of thought, I’m going paranoid. I can only think of giving myself a pat on the back then kicking myself afterwards for cracking a joke that my mom would eventually turn against me.
The catch is that it only consists of one serving of rice and a viand. But it doesn’t stop there because it is just a part of their meal package. Yup, a meal package. I guess it’s a way of the SPC sisters to still take care of us even if we’re away and probably a way to justify that we get what we’re paying for.
I got firsthand experience of this kind of meal pack whenever I get sent to medical missions and when I was still a dormer at the University dorm. You get this lunch box, a fruit (a banana or an orange) and a juice drink. It’s enough to provide you energy for performing the most treacherous and the most unforgiving tasks. And enough glucose for your brain to help you identify that I just made a lame imitation of Bear Grylls. So I figured that these meal packs are the best.
Or so I’ve realized.
What I don’t know is that their Nursing graduates who are in the in-house review program receive the mother ship of all meal packs throughout the two days of the board exam. Day 1 of the board exam and I’m feeling jittery that I didn’t notice that my meal pack is heavier than usual. I casually slipped the relief good-style package to my paper bag and focused more on calling all the saints and the beatified people that I know of.
As I laid my paper bag on the platform of my exam room, I noticed that people gave me funny looks whenever they take a peek at my paper bag. At a designated time for a quick snack, I realized why they went WTH over my pack. The food that the trusty school canteen staff prepared is enough to feed an entire row of examinees. For real (we’re 5 in a row). Let’s enumerate the contents:
1. 2 bottles of San Paolo purified drinking water.
2. 2 tetra packs of Zest-O orange juice drink (The only “artificial” thing on the menu)
3. 1 piece of freshly baked ensaymada (rumor has it that the school chef baked it herself)
4. 1 St. Paul lunch box with a serving of rice and viand
5. 1 piece of medium sized Mandarin orange
6. 1 piece of medium sized banana
7. 1 triple decker tuna sandwich (which I ate for breakfast as a preventive measure for puking my guts out due to nervousness)
Basically, that’s it. Why should I pay attention to their funny looks when I’m basking in satiety (plus the Omega 3 and 6) that my tuna sandwich can provide? I truly appreciate the effort behind the meal pack I was carrying. A lot of thought was put into it so that we wouldn’t have brain-wilting food preservatives in our blood stream during the exams. When Day 2 came I mastered the art of ignoring those who took a peek at my pack.
Three years has passed since I last received a St. Paul meal pack and I must say that I kind of miss getting one.
Saturday, 10 April 2010
Thursday, 8 April 2010
I’ve been to Roxas City, Capiz countless times and I have never heard anyone in the family talk about this island. And I’m not even sure if my relatives knew that this island ever existed in the geography of the province because they keep taking us to Baybay Beach whenever my siblings and I go beach crazy.
As far as my research goes, this island is just a twenty minute boat ride away from the city proper and it boasts of white sand beach, along with the nearby islands whose names I forgot.
It was after a few weeks of our Boracay trip that we realized that what the boatman wanted us to see is the Bat Caves. Now I know why the boatman wanted us to leave Puka Beach early. He wanted to steer clear of the rough current so we can get to the other side of the island. And we, the clueless tourists do not know what the heck is on that part that the boatman wanted us to see.
But the current set in really fast and it wasn’t advisable to go. And the advice came from three experienced seafarers (the boatman, my uncle, and my cousin) so I’d rather not insist in going. At least we got back safely. And there’s no use going back the next day, we were with kill joys so it’s going to be a no-no.
Now that I’ve known the two, I’m ready to go back. :D
Olotayan Island photo taken here. There's plenty where that came from. Click on the link to view more photos.
Can someone please enlighten me on this one? My realistic thinking seems to be clouding my appreciation for marketing strategies so if you know the answer and even bother answering, thank you very much.
• 11:30 PM – I go to bed.
• 11:31 PM onwards – I toss and turn, trying to make myself fall asleep while occasionally glancing at my cellphone clock.
• 1:53 AM – Last usual time check.
• Unknown Time – I fall asleep.
• 10 AM – I wake up but still feel tired.
I know this is not a normal human being’s bedtime but that’s my sleep routine for the past few weeks. For ten freaking months, even if I’m really sleepy, I’m not supposed to doze off as early as normal humans should because I need to finish reading. But now that I’m actually free of these tasks, I can’t even fall asleep. This is getting frustrating.
Technically, I’m awake at night and asleep during the day. So that’s why there are times I can’t help falling asleep during class.
And no, I’m not one of them vampires or call center agents. I’m just a regular student whose body clock is seriously messed up. Take it from me, kids. You wouldn’t want a fucked up body clock. It’d be bitching on you for the rest of your sleeping life so I suggest you get all the sleep that you can.
Have you ever felt so happy that you want to celebrate with the people close to you but you can’t because you think that it is inappropriate to make them go out of their way for you while in the middle of solving their own crisis? I’m in that situation now and not liking it one bit. This is one of my most hated feelings. EVER.
To console myself, I try my best to help them in any way I can so at least they won’t feel left out.
Although I’m doing my best to help them, I can’t help thinking of giving a little love to myself. I know it’s not wrong but I have always believed that happiness should be shared. For me, success is meaningless when you have no one to share it with. You’d still end up lonely. It’s hard to be happy but alone.
There are times that I am happy when I’m alone. But that’s just when I need personal space, my own time to think through things. This is different.
I think all of this is coming from a part of me growing up.
O great St. Joseph of Cupertino, who while on earth did obtain from God the grace to be asked in the examinations only the questions you know. Grant us a similar favor in the examination we are preparing to take. In return, we promise to make you known and cause you to be invoked.St. Joseph of Cupertino, pray for us. (3x)
O miraculous Infant Jesus, we beseech you to cast a merciful look on our troubled hearts. Set your tender heart inclined to pity, be softened by our prayer and grant us the grace that we ardently implore, (insert petition here: e.g. a passing mark in the removal exams). Take from us the affliction, despair, trials and misfortune and send us consolation and aid for the sake of your Sacred Infancy. Hear our prayers that we may praise you with the Father and the Holy Spirit forever and ever. Amen.
Good luck guys! :)
Sunday, 4 April 2010
Ever since my Gossip Girl Pinoy Version was discussed in Chuvaness' blog, my blog stats went up due to the influx of visitors from her site. And these sets of visitors probably included this anonymous commentor who said:
I was perplexed because this person clearly did not get the essence of exaggeration and shoved up into my ass the textbook-based technicalities of the English language. So I told this person in my most polite explanation:
I should've included: "Thank you, Captain Anonymous Asshole, Sir". Heh.
Clearly, this dude doesn't know that exaggeration (hyperbole) is also part of the English language by means of the figures of speech. And as a sucker for formality, shouldn't this person know how dynamic and flexible the rules are? What pissed me off that bad is he/she started to intimidate me by asking dumbass questions and assuming I have pyloric fucking stenosis, as if I don't know what the hell is that.
I should probably tell this fucktard to log on to Urban Dictionary.com.
I am also a "grammar police" but I don't go around and tell people that their grammar is fucking wrong...I just say it out loud when (1) the person is insulting but is using wrong grammar and (2) if the sentence belongs to a paragraph in a thesis or in any formal document.
So if you're a loud grammar police like this loser, a piece of advice: when you correct other people, make sure your corrections don't have epic fail written all over it.
Before all those love quizzes appeared in Facebook, I now present what we, the lowly jologs have: the Love Calculator.
Let's try it, boys and girls.
Amazing! Konti na lang maniniwala na ako kaya nilagay ko agad ang pangalan ni"JJ" para makita ang aming kapalaran. At ito ang lumabas:
Thursday, 1 April 2010
Getting a professional license for nurses is bittersweet. Those clinical rotations and sleepless nights working on my requirements and studying for the exams have paid off when I saw my name on the roll of successful examinees of the June 2007 Nurses’ Licensure Exam. All those four years of hard work in nursing school seemed like a thing of the past.
And it took only four seconds for a dimwitted TV show to fuck up my integrity. Okay, so not only me but every nurse’s integrity. And it doesn’t involve reporters asking Justin Timberlake if he’s bringing sexy back.
I knew that Habang May Buhay by ABS-CBN is going to be a deal breaker ever since I saw Judy Ann Santos and Gladys Reyes pulling each other’s hair in the hospital. Though it was amusing to see these two hurting each other like they used to do in Mara Clara, it doesn’t do wonders because it has put the professionalism of nurses, even doctors, in question.
Not to mention, there’s countless medical FAIL shown. I just have to laugh. Don’t get me started on that seizure scene. That’s an entirely different story that deserves another blog post.
I knew I shouldn’t laugh anymore when I found out about Ang Nars’ letter to ABS-CBN about this scene where a nurse was shown to have sex with a patient. I went “WTH?!” because I saw that episode while I was channel surfing. I just flipped on the remote because I know that’s it’s just another unnecessary sex on Philippine primetime. Heck, I didn’t even know that the girl was a nurse.
Everyone knows how powerful media is. Even the crappiest of all lies would look believable if shown on TV. I know what’s next: everyone’s going to think that nurses are sex objects. So even if you go on telling people that we have a Code of Ethics and that the scene is bullshit, you can’t just modify that primary thought instilled by TV. Although it might happen, they have no basis that it actually happens. Why create a fictitious scene?
The reality is most nurses can’t even have a decent meal while on duty because they have a 1:5-1:20 nurse-patient ratio. With the workload, they can’t manage to squeeze that in. Carnal knowledge isn’t included in our Manual of Nursing Procedures or the Fundamental of Nursing book, thank you very much.
Like they actually need to read that. They fucking wrote their own manual.
And it pissed me off to know that ABS-CBN took the liberty to be guided by NBI for that “Kung Tayo’y Magkakalayo” thing. Were they afraid that NBI would kick their buns everyday for the rest of their lives once they fail? Probably. If it was so, why the heck can’t they ask the Philippine Nurses Association to help them portray Jane properly?
If they couldn’t even ask PNA’s help or can’t portray nurses properly, they should just stick to making soap operas where there are rainbow-pooping ponies, flying goats or whatever. Or they can ask Justin Timberlake if he has four minutes to save the world. Then maybe all of us might live in harmony.
Image from: ABS-CBN Forums
Monday, 29 March 2010
Just click on the attachment na lang.
Attachment: Erik Erikson.docx
Thursday, 25 March 2010
Snacking every 3 hours after dinner until 2 AM really brings the adipose tissues on. ♫♪ Dum-di-dum-dum-dum ♫♪
Monday, 22 March 2010
• Universal Lower Life Form (ULLF) – n. The general term for the lower life forms of St Paul University Manila.
I attended my sister, Charmaine’s graduation last night at the Fleur-de-lis Auditorium. And I admit that her graduation, despite being held only in the school auditorium, is better because it was so organized compared to mine. Mine was held in the PICC Plenary Hall but it was so annoyingly disorganized. But that’s a completely different story. What made my sister’s graduation better is that the College of Nursing was separated from majority of the universal lower life forms so the instructions are executed well.
Before any program starts, it is a protocol of our university to brief the audience with some of the rules, like refraining from howling to maintain the solemnity of the ceremony. Technically, the ceremony was pushing through smoothly until the graduates of the College of Nursing were called out one by one.
“WOOOOOO!” A lower life form hollered as a graduate’s name was called.
I rolled my eyes and flashed that boy with an icy glare. I wanted to tell him to shut up but the audience on the second floor of the auditorium was already saying “Ssh!” to make him stop. But the boy wasn’t fazed. To add insult to the injury:
“WOOOOOOOOOOO! ATE KO YAN! WOOOOOOOOO!” And he kept going on.
The rest of the audience were rolling their eyes and gave him annoyed looks. I saw the grimace on Ms. Dychangco’s (beautiful) face. Ms. Wynna, the University President was still smiling but her eyes have a “please-stop-it-will-you?” type of look. The nuns looked up at the second floor with an evil glare. Although there are times that the graduates themselves are howling, they did it shortly to cheer their classmate who they think deserve to be there. This lower life form can’t be stopped. He hollered once and then hollered continuously. WTH.
And then another lower life form, this time a girl, shrieked when her sister was called. Hindi nagpatalo ang lola nyo kay male LLF. I facepalmed again. The rest of the audience said “Ssh”. Sa totoo lang, ok sanang sumigaw ng ganun kung nasa competition kami. Kahit naman ako makikisigaw pero formal event kasi yun eh. That was just wrong.
Even my nasty sister cringed in her seat. I had to LOL at her comments. Charmaine told me that her one of her classmates said “Oh my gawd, bakit pinayagang pumasok ang mga squatter?” The classmate took the words right out of everyone’s mouth.
Boy and girl, knowing the professors of the College of Nursing, your sisters are going to be screwed because of your behavior. Screwed, I tell you.
For the politically self righteous who are about to react negatively upon reading this, I’m already clarifying that sick, elderly, and disabled people aren’t included in this category. Please refer to the word “able-bodied” on my definition. Kthx.
When you are on the go or walk really big steps, moonwalkers can really get under your skin. And what can really push you to the edge is when you are in a hurry and you say excuse me, they just look at you and will not budge. Unfortunately for me who’s usually in a hurry and walk big steps, there are a lot of moonwalkers in the street where I live and in the street to my school. On my non-bitchy days, I just shrug my shoulders and just overtake. On my bitchy days, on the other hand, depending on the rate of my bitchiness, it’s either that I overtake and bump them on purpose or say excuse me again in a really nasty way until they let me pass.
A group of nursing students/moonwalkers got a taste of my classic bitchiness when I was walking on the way to school and are occupying the entire walkway. And they are walking rly slowly, yung tipong aabutin ng 48 years bago sila makarating sa pupuntahan nila. People are piling up behind them, excusing themselves but they kept going on with their slow pace. I can’t overtake because the only free space is the road. No can do, I’d die. So I said in an irritated voice “Pwede ba mga ineng, bilis-bilisan nyong lumakad. Nakaharang kayo sa dinadaanan ng iba dahil ambabagal ninyong lumakad. Hindi lang kayo ang dumadaan dito”. They looked back and saw that I wasn’t kidding so they stepped aside.
Call me a heinous bitch, I don't care. Excuse me for living, they don’t own the street and aren’t the only ones passing through so they should have the decency to make room for the other pedestrians. A rude awakening is needed to make them snap out of their slow paced world.
These people made me give a new meaning to the sentence, “Excuse me”. For me, it now means “Get the hell out of the way” when repeated the second time. I mean, srsly, it’s so annoying. That’s why I envy the streets of Japan. Aside from being squeaky clean, my sister told me that they have this “Yellow Lane” that is intended for people in a hurry and for the blind. And these people are allowed to bump those slow walkers who wandered off the “ordinary” lane.
Don’t tell me to live in Japan, I’m not comparing but instead, I want to give an example of peaceful co-existence between fast walkers and slow walkers that I wish we have here.
Moonwalk photo by WebNuns
Yellow Lane photo by SnippyHollow
Siguro di lang tayo nagkakaintindihan. Paano kasi, kung kailan ko naiintindihan ang topic at kapag aral na aral ako, bumabagsak ako sa module exams. Tapos kapag naman joke time ang pag-aaral ko, saka ako pumapasa. Eh kung tutuusin ay 70% kadalasan ang aking level of preparedness. Kaya tuloy madalas akong tinatamad na basahin ang Harper’s Illustrated Biochemistry dahil magkakalokohan lang tayo.
Kahit ganun, naging mabait ka pa rin sa akin kaya gusto kong magpasalamat. Kung di dahil sa iyo, di ako makakabakasyon ng maaga. Pero di ibig sabihin nito ay favorite subject na kita. Sakto lang, pare. Sakto lang.
Wednesday, 17 March 2010
This is a nice email forward I got this afternoon. I'm sharing this with everyone.
One Flaw In Women
They bear hardships and they carry burdens,
but they hold happiness, love and joy.
They smile when they want to scream.
They sing when they want to cry.
They cry when they are happy
and laugh when they are nervous.
They fight for what they believe in.
They stand up to injustice.
They don't take "no" for an answer
when they believe there is a better solution..
They go without so their family can have.
They go to the doctor with a frightened friend. They love unconditionally.
They cry when their children excel
and cheer when their friends get awards.
They are happy when they hear about
a birth or a wedding.
Their hearts break when a friend dies..
They grieve at the loss of a family member,
yet they are strong when they
think there is no strength left.
They know that a hug and a kiss
can heal a broken heart.
Women come in all shapes, sizes and colours
They'll drive, fly, walk, run or e-mail you
to show how much they care about you.
The heart of a woman is what
makes the world keep turning.
They bring joy, hope and love.
They have compassion and ideas.
They give moral support to their
family and friends.
Women have vital things to say
and everything to give.
HOWEVER, IF THERE IS ONE FLAW IN WOMEN,
IT IS THAT THEY FORGET THEIR WORTH.
Saturday, 6 February 2010
From an unknown male in the Solmux ad board...
To a DANIEL MATSUNAGA!
Too bad he's just here for some modeling jobs and some WTH TV project for Deadpan Dude's series in GMA 7. But who cares? He stimulates the nerd in me. This guy better be sitting with me on Intro to Clinics class so that we can define stimulation with Dra. Nicodemus. Haha!
Steely says: Ang mga sobrang gwapo ay yung kadalasang may sablay. I believe that.
...kasi sablay si Daniel Matsunaga dahil wala ako sa piling niya. *hyenic laugh*
Cheesy shit. I better end this now. Kbye.
Photos care of Chuvaness and Everywhere We Shoot