tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41514012011-04-22T10:10:44.690+08:00a princess and her frogwell, it's too late for change, too early for remorse -- the story of my lifeannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13192646638498483556noreply@blogger.comBlogger331100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151401.post-1153479675979655382006-07-21T18:30:00.000+08:002006-07-21T19:03:49.340+08:00it's amazing how, for almost more than a year, i've managed to forego altogether the need to blog -- not that i didn't want to but because i just didn't find enough time nor patience to just sit in one corner and recollect in words the things that have happened to me thus far.what can i say?after college, my life has been so unpredictable i wonder sometimes if i'm the same person who wrote all annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13192646638498483556noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151401.post-1122526033944929202005-07-28T12:39:00.000+08:002005-08-01T11:41:52.450+08:00A post.It's been such a while since i last posted my thoughts on this blog -- so many things have happened already -- all so distant from the whinings i've recorded here before, reading them now (my travails of only a few months past), I feel like I'm not even the same person anymore.I can't sum up all the experiences I've had these past few months in a single blog entry. I won't even try. But, annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13192646638498483556noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151401.post-1111329890906635452005-03-20T22:35:00.000+08:002005-06-20T18:22:15.663+08:00Change of Template.I changed the template of this blog -- I originally wanted to do it last Friday but I decided to wait awhile.I was not emotionally-stable last Friday (blame it on the fact that I just made a complete fool of myself, as always, in front of someone who was potentially the love of my life four years ago), thus, I feared I might do more havoc than good on this blog's template and annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13192646638498483556noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151401.post-1108023167471858602005-02-10T16:11:00.000+08:002005-06-20T18:23:11.830+08:00In lieu of sensible posts, I checked my stats and took note of the following searches that were inadvertently directed to this blog.Shaquille O'Neal's childhood - I guess, as a concerned member of the human race, it's my duty to tell you that this blog has never been privy to the details regarding this NBA superstar's childhood. But, just so I don't come across as a huge damper on your raging annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13192646638498483556noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151401.post-1107649250713154332005-02-06T08:11:00.000+08:002005-02-06T16:15:53.860+08:00My NMAT Examinee Report has already arrived.
I got the grade I wanted. I'm not really sure I deserved it, what with my affinity for sloth and all and the fact that I hardly ever studied for the exam (not because I thought I was good enough, but because I just didn't have the time or the patience for it) -- geez, I didn't even finish answering the sample test questions on the NMAT manual which annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13192646638498483556noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151401.post-1105528401783582412005-01-12T18:55:00.000+08:002005-01-13T05:29:40.466+08:00In class.
Professor: Why is it that higher pH values equal an increase in RBC diameters?
Classmate: It is because the blood has an increased level of bicarbonate in it.
Professor: Ah, so are you suggesting that your frog is suffering from alkalosis?
Hehe.
Man, that remark cracked me up big time. Pagbintangan ba daw 'yung frog!
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Okay so maybe it isn't that funny a remark to some but, annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13192646638498483556noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151401.post-1103019963510183382004-12-14T18:08:00.000+08:002004-12-15T10:39:25.166+08:00Big Baby.
I was talking to my mother on the phone early this morning and I could hear my brother's voice reverberating from the background (he was nagging one of the household help because his clothes haven't been prepared yet, his room not cleaned, and his briefs not ironed right).
Yes, as with many neanderthals, err, men from his generation, my brother is a twenty-three-year-old toddler stillannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13192646638498483556noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151401.post-1102525993981424232004-12-09T03:22:00.000+08:002004-12-09T17:11:42.860+08:00The NMAT (National Medical Admission Test) is on Sunday.
And, I am, as usual, ill-prepared.
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On Saturday, from 4 am till sundown, I have to go on an Ecology Field Trip to Mt. Makiling, Los Banos, Laguna.
The idea of immersing myself in studying the different behavioral activities of various organisms inhabiting the different mangrove forests in the region does not pique my excitement one annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13192646638498483556noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151401.post-1102428097128250022004-12-07T21:24:00.000+08:002004-12-07T22:21:04.206+08:00Life is weird.
Back then, I wanted to strangle myself because of my cowardice.
Now, I'm contemplating on the possibility of taking a year off from all these.
And, breathe.
Of course, I know I can't.
annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13192646638498483556noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151401.post-1101377525111863752004-11-25T19:31:00.000+08:002005-03-06T04:32:19.190+08:00I still feel a little blithe after watching "My Little Bride" (Eorin shinbu) starring Kim Rae-won and Moon Geun-young.This movie is so good, for me at least, that I actually clapped at the end -- by myself, in my room, with the lights off and the volume on its maximum best (yes, never mind if I was just reading the subtitles on the bottom of the screen -- I still wanted to hear the dialogue).The annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13192646638498483556noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151401.post-1101233540419674242004-11-24T03:09:00.000+08:002005-03-06T04:37:31.473+08:00I have just finished watching Il Mare on DVD, a Korean romantic drama about two people separated from each other by time (the guy's still living in 1998 while the girl's already in 2000) and connected with each other, only through a magic mailbox -- yes, you read it right, a magic mailbox! It's ludicrous, I know, but it's one of those time-travel thingamajigs in the tradition of Somewhere in Timeannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13192646638498483556noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151401.post-1101190016899223452004-11-23T14:05:00.000+08:002004-11-23T14:06:56.900+08:00I received yet another forwarded text message, containing these words.
Follow your dreams.
Now, if I were to take that literally, it would mean that I should be a monster/cult slayer by now – not only that, but I should also be able to rescue my brother (or some other guy, I’m not really sure, the vision wasn’t clear) from pre-andropausal impotence due to castration (some initiation policy annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13192646638498483556noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151401.post-1100179539714179762004-11-11T20:17:00.000+08:002004-11-12T09:01:26.510+08:00I cried yesterday.
My friend and I were on the topmost floor of the science building, we were sitting on one of those lounge chairs that occupied the balcony there, allowing the wind to caress our faces and the smell from the freshly baked donuts and hamburgers in the canteen nearby to waft thorugh our nostrils -- then, I cried.
Our topic of discussion was our families, and the problems that annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13192646638498483556noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151401.post-1098512206103116602004-10-23T14:02:00.000+08:002004-10-23T19:09:34.910+08:00The template of this blog has to change!
I am so tired of seeing that kid (see: left side of screen) looking so serene and, well, basically, looking the very picture of contentment.
Although, come to think of it, when you look closely, the kid does look like she's thinking of something, doesn't she? The way she rests her cheek on her hand gives off a very pensive mood -- like she's reflecting annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13192646638498483556noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151401.post-1097689200265251242004-10-14T01:51:00.000+08:002004-10-16T15:27:54.806+08:00Getting Lost.
I got lost today. I boarded the wrong jeepney (for the uninitiated, a jeepney is a mode of transportation that it is reminiscent of a military jeep albeit a rather elongated one which can seat up to thirty people, I think, at the most) and got off to this place that was totally totally unknown to me.
The worst part was when I got off that jeepney, it had already gotten dark. At annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13192646638498483556noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151401.post-1097331964101898902004-10-09T21:53:00.000+08:002004-10-09T22:36:34.066+08:00Earthquakes and aftershocks
I think at around 11 pm last night, the ground I stood on rocked my world spitless -- and, it lasted for more than three minutes, with aftershocks lasting for about a couple minutes more.
So, was I scared?
Not really, I mean, at first I thought it was just me, that I just had too much wine to drink, but I only had three glasses and, I mean, come on, I was telling annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13192646638498483556noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151401.post-1090754700451758422004-07-25T20:17:00.000+08:002005-02-18T15:23:54.390+08:00Do you know how it is when everything is barely above a whisper -- when you cannot even dare utter your thoughts out loud lest they shatter in their own frailty or in the unchanging instability of circumstance? And, why is it that people always tend to romanticize the good in order to keep the bad from overwhelming them?annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13192646638498483556noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151401.post-1089988631103437712004-07-16T22:12:00.000+08:002004-07-20T22:12:30.836+08:00I created a quiz about me (yes, could I be more self-centered??) for my friends on a certain website and I just thought I'd post it here too to, you know, fill this blog and the internet, in general, with more junk.
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1. What was my rank in the Preparatory Military Training in high school?
a. Major
b. 1st Lieutenant
c. Captain
d. I can’t believe I’m still even talking to you, after the wayannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13192646638498483556noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151401.post-1088057217802994572004-06-24T13:45:00.000+08:002004-06-24T17:40:59.356+08:00Two of my high school best friends have already started medical school -- and I can't help but think I would too had I made a different decision more than three years ago.
Hay, the woulda, coulda, shouldas in my life are too many, I wonder why I'm not psychotic yet.
Had I taken up that accelerated program offered by my university when I qualified for it, like what my friends did when they annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13192646638498483556noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151401.post-1087447382091138422004-06-17T12:27:00.000+08:002004-06-18T09:28:52.670+08:00Laker loss.
The Lakers lost the NBA championship to the Pistons.
I am, for a lack of a better emotion, so bummed out.
And, in lieu of better emotions, I am giving my fifty centavos worth of basketball analysis (a.k.a. crap talk) about the NBA finals.
*brace yourself*
The greatest criticism hurled against the Lakers has always been their incapacity to play team basketball -- and, who can annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13192646638498483556noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151401.post-1085132810853830672004-05-21T17:45:00.000+08:002004-05-21T20:19:05.433+08:00Timberwolves vs Lakers
The Timberwolves won against the Kings, they'll meet up with the Lakers for the Western Conference Finals in the NBA.
Kevin Garnett was just amazing -- seeing him play made me wish I had agile, muscular prosthetic legs (hehe, guess what they're for??). Okay, so maybe getting prosthetic legs, so I can have more height (you can stop guessing now), bordered on desperation annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13192646638498483556noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151401.post-1084869623952823902004-05-18T16:19:00.000+08:002004-05-18T17:22:06.636+08:00Of Dragons and Happily-Ever-Afters.
I need for my mother to be happy -- if only I could, I'd whisk her away from all these, build a fortress around her, guard her with a fleet of Armadas, and keep her safe from the clutches of the dragon -- so that she could no longer feel any pain nor remorse and so that no tear could ever fall from her eyes again.
The dragon is a metaphor for something or annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13192646638498483556noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151401.post-1084701242252482342004-05-16T17:05:00.000+08:002004-05-16T19:19:34.406+08:00Fastbreak.
1. The Lakers won over the Spurs (4-2) -- this playoff development would have made me jubilant since the Lakers could now advance to the Western Conference Finals playing against either the Timberwolves or the Kings and because the Lakers could now recover from their own horrific demise against the Spurs in last year's playoff quarterfinal -- but, i can't, because the sight of Robert annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13192646638498483556noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151401.post-1084544050432675722004-05-14T21:54:00.000+08:002004-05-14T22:26:42.523+08:00Second Chances.
I have always wondered why life doesn't allow for second chances -- is it because second chances are best kept under the veil of regret or is it because life, simply, does not believe in the serenity with which second chances bring?
I came across a question once, it asked, which is better, to live forever or to never be born at all?
I chose, and still choose, the latter -- annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13192646638498483556noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151401.post-1083828736996075592004-05-06T15:22:00.000+08:002004-05-14T13:57:17.340+08:00Old Crush.
He said, I looked all grown up and I looked good.
I was on cloud nine.
I have had a crush on him since I was seven years old. He was still a medical resident at that time, and my mother was his training officer, so I saw him almost everyday whenever I would visit my mother at the hospital -- he was the most handsome guy I had ever laid eyes on (he's tall, fair-skinned, immaculately annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13192646638498483556noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151401.post-1083755632711344282004-05-05T19:13:00.000+08:002004-05-05T19:18:10.793+08:00Nice.
My friends are nice people, they really are -- sure, they have their shortcomings too, but don't we all?
Today, they outdid themselves -- and, for that, I love them.annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13192646638498483556noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151401.post-1083556618137129832004-05-03T11:56:00.000+08:002004-05-05T18:53:22.090+08:00Dollar to Peso.
I watched Willie Nepomuceno's show last Saturday entitled "Willie Nep for President, Miting de Avance".
And, even if I wasn't particularly thrilled with the crowd I was with (doctors and their families -- yes, you guessed it, the sosyal crowd), I still enjoyed the show, immensely.
Willie Nep is one of the country's most famous political impersonators -- he is, simply, a genius.annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13192646638498483556noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151401.post-1083057180989727892004-04-27T16:35:00.000+08:002004-04-28T15:42:52.373+08:00Images.
I received an email addressed to one of my yahoogroups concerning the latest brouhaha in which my old high school newspaper was embroiled in.
It seems all the former members of the school newspaper are, to put in mildly, grotesquely dissatisfied with the outcome of the Images.
The Images is a compilation of literary works, mostly poems and short stories, handed in by the student body, annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13192646638498483556noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151401.post-1081770649217800452004-04-12T19:50:00.000+08:002004-04-26T17:46:47.450+08:00Blues.
I think I’m coming down to something – my brother had fever last week, my mother was achooing her kisses to me last night and my father’s downing one cough syrup after another to help relieve his throat problems – so it wouldn’t be any wonder, if I, the youngest, caught some of those nasty critters that’s pestering them now.
But, I think it’s a different kind of critter that’s pestering annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13192646638498483556noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151401.post-1081502311304213262004-04-09T17:18:00.000+08:002004-04-09T17:47:49.856+08:00F4 - remember them?
I was channel-surfing yesterday morning, bored out of my mind, and came across a rerun of the show Meteor Rain on Cinema One.
After a moment's hesitation, I decided to watch it for a while since nothing else decent was on tv (yes, with all the channels cable tv has to offer, some of which I've already deleted, you'd think there was at least one palatable show which could annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13192646638498483556noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151401.post-1081320953426118522004-04-07T14:55:00.000+08:002004-04-09T15:49:14.013+08:00Lengthy Post.
I just typed a rather lengthy post and in one swell move, I got disconnected while I was clicking on the 'Post & Publish' button -- haha, now it's all gone, I haven't saved a thing, the time I spent on composing that post was wasted, and I'm now facing a blank screen with nary any trace of the words nor the thoughts I so patiently labored for.
Surprisingly, I'm in a jovial mood, annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13192646638498483556noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151401.post-1081237481098711392004-04-06T15:44:00.000+08:002004-04-07T16:52:35.216+08:00Millionaires.
I was chatting with my mother's secretary and she was recounting the story of her friend who is currently experiencing severe financial distress, she expressed her desire to help him but is restrained from doing so because she's low financial resources herself.
I then mused, "If only we were millionaires..."
Then, she replied, "If we were millionaires then our financial debts annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13192646638498483556noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151401.post-1081162039443355142004-04-05T18:47:00.000+08:002004-04-05T21:40:59.250+08:00Code red.
I was hanging around my mother's clinic, located at the hospital ground floor, the other night, waiting for her to finish up in the delivery room, when the machine beside me suddenly announced, with a tinge of urgency, "Code red at the Holy Child ward."
Code red means the patient is experiencing severe internal bleeding coupled with the near expiration of his respiratory system.
I annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13192646638498483556noreply@blogger.com