sunday evenings spell u-p-d-a-t-e

i've just realized this.


most of the time, my grades, as well as my performance, is partially hinged on LUCK.


i'm lucky the terror teachers were not sent my way (at least i hope so.)

i'm lucky two of my fellow berx are my classmates right now. ayun, instant lab groupmates.

i'm lucky the three of us share roughly the same drive when it comes to acads.

i'm lucky my sched loves me.

but i want to prove that what i am right now is more than just the product of luck. i'm not doing it for somebody. i'm doing this for myself. you hear me world?! mmmmmmmyyyyysseeeeellllffffffffffff!!!!


---end of drama-------

the two things i SERIOUSLY must do:

1. ORGANIZE the files that have been resting in my study area. some of those friggin pieces of paper date back from my first year of high school.

2. buy REFERENCES. seriously, uso na ang pagpunta sa C&E bookshop!

3. NEVER EVER EVER EVER LOSE another pilot ballpen. ever since the start of the first semester, i've lost more than a dozen pens already. seriously.



i''ve noticed that i have the gusto to blog more during Sunday evenings. LOL

will i live? (and the alcohol that makes the wound hurt more)

i just came home from a fiasco people would like to call the "Nursing Night". I actually debated with a lot of people on whether or not i should go, and, um, i conceded defeat. the event started late (as with every event in the university), and as the "top models" walked on the catwalk, the place totally went dark for about 25 minutes. Jad, Jam and I didn't wait to finish the night, so we left as the emcees were randomly pulling people from their seats and proclaiming them candidates for "Mr. and Ms. Nursing". barf. i hate the fact that the whole nursing department requires you to attend these stupid events. i hate it i hate it i hate it!


so the first week of the sem just ended and we haven't had the formal lessons yet. the hell, we haven't even met some of our teachers.


the downside to my sched is the fact that i have to wake up a 6 for a 7am class. filipino pa talaga. lord. tuesdays and thursdays also mean going home at 7:30, and enduring a 50 minute lunch break that starts at 2:30 (3:30 on thursdays).



the upside? there is no upside.



i'm gonna diiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

the seven deadly lashes

1. why do you have to impose your ideals on me? you're seriously the epitome of arrogance and narrow-mindedness, and i'm fed up with it.

2. i don't appreciate the fact that you assert yourself too much for my taste. STOP joining our conversations, and stop eavesdropping because I don't like you.

3. i don't get why you're going backwards. you get what i mean. come on, you can't even use prepositions correctly. you second - guess yourself, and it's driving me nuts!

4. you love to study. i get it. but why do you have to kill yourself just to boost your ego?

5. you're not worth a single cent. i don't even know why you even passed the first semester anyway. you seriously think you can get in my head? well, yeah, you are! why? what did i ever do to you? asshole.

6. i hate the fact that you seek personal affirmation by showcasing your achievements. you're good, i get it. a lot of us get it. but coming from someone who actually has a mind to look beyond the smileys, just stop doing what you do. it's annoying. seriously, mayabang ka na.

7. could you just stop feigning the American way? you're personal crusade against all things "normal" is soooo fucking sad. you put people down just so you can feel good about yourself. now let's see who is laughing now.



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each number is different, and the whole enchilada is not intended to be centered on a single person.


i just had the urge to release the conscious and subconscious tension that i have with certain people. i'm not stupid to name names, but let me tell you this, one of them is directed to me. ^_^. just use your imagination to probably put a person you know who fits the "lash" in the spotlight. ^_^

tuna-isms.

i'm wasting my sembreak on pirated Avatar: the last airbender and Pokemon advanced dvds, watching stuff on youtube, downloading songs, updating my ipod, updating my multiply, and basically chowing down on century tuna (the supermeat. O_O).

wait, would you consider me wasting time? noooooo!

i prefer to think of it as "spending my time doing things that aren't related to school".

freakishly enough, it's my first time to NOT tag along with my relatives to visit our dearly departed. T_T. bad gio. bad gio. T_T

this sembreak seriously confuses my body clock, and my body calendar.

Well, to put it this way, for the past few days, i seriously didn't have a clue on what day it was.

*********************** in other news****************************

i made tuna fried rice this morning!

made with century tuna, the supermeat! haha

a lazy afternoon with my cousin

a few minutes ago, i was downstairs, yelling at my 6 (or is he 7) year old cousin.

he was found guilty of two things, 1. lighting a small stick that goes bang (great description gio), 2. waking up his 7-month old brother with the said stick.

after that, he reduced himslef to a corner, and started picking his nose again. and we all know what's gonna happen next. his shirt was speckeled with red stains; obviously blood.

he's been doing these shenanigans since he was small (he's extremely big for a seven year old). both of us are polar opposites. i'm the reserved one, he's outgoing one. i'm oftentimes quiet, he's the noisemaker. and the list of antonyms goes on and on.

so naturally, i couldn't take how he could be so..."him", and i told him off (maybe yelled at him a bit). i threatened to spank him after i was done cleaning his nose. yes, i was the one who cleaned his nose.

before he was born, i was the youngest one in the family. he always had the attention, the gifts and, did i mention the attention? so i used to lash at him when i was still in that "immature-why isn't anybody noticing me-i'm worthless" stage. and, basically, that reduced him to tears. and looking back i wish i could've done something differently with our relationship. i wish i could've put up with him more. i wish i could've lashed at him less.

so after i cleaned his nose, and made sure the ice pack did its job, i didn't spank him. instead, i gave him a jelly tongue i bought earlier. maybe he's learned his lesson.

and right now, my cousins at the door, asking for ube ice cream.

and i told him yes.