the colossal sunshine of stuff and things..

i have found my bigggest frustration in nursing.... breaking ampules. Never have I decently broken an ampule without injuring my thumb or index finger. If it's not a tuklap... a piece of broken glass gets stuck on my finger... it's getting really annoying.. especially.. when i put all my efforts and my incredible hulk strength into breaking one.. ...and i get nothing.. not even the slightest crack or budge an army of ants could probably muster. oh well.

tough week...

yesterday, i dropped a huge proportion of my ice cream on the floor of a mall.. i nonchalantly pretended that nothing happened.. but in truth i was bursting with guilt and almost on the verge of tears. for one, someone might slip and i pity the person who would have to clean it up.. so what's a 20- year old ice cream-eating adult got to do? BE THE IMBISILE THAT I PERFECTLY AM. haha.. i did nothing.. about 5 meters away i turned to look behind me and i found people checking up on their shoes.. like they stepped on poop. i knew i shouldnt have trusted myself with icecream on a cone.. note to self: baby steps laps.. stick with the cup.

the 'on the verge of tears' over an ice cream incident is just one among many silly stuff that i seriously contemplate on.. in the movie 'sweet home alabama'..i cried when reese witherspoon visited her dog's grave ( i cried both times i watched it). i cried over the film 'inconvenient truth'.. ugh. there are others. but it would be even more pathetic to remember it all.

the other day, i was watching discovery channel.. i think it was the feature..'the girl who lives in the dark' it's nothing creepy like the title suggests.. but it's the hauntingly sad but strangely beautiful story of Wan Lao..... guess what... i cried. but it's different this time, i have not cried like that since August 11, 2008.

tough week.

November is smoking cessation month

For 3 days now, Iv been constantly popping my head in my book shelf just to check if I really have the book.. and my heart skips a beat everytime. (oa haha) I shall forever be grateful to Kiemy. Had she not imposed the 'no-yellowing for a year' (di mu pa diretsuhen laps) rule i wouldnt have had the book.. and more importantly, effective airway clearance and better lungs. i'l elaborate... Since this serendipitously fits to what we're promoting for this month.

The Brandon Boyd book is my reward for stopping my ridiculous smoking phase. I'm almost 11 months clean. So il pay it forward, (since repaying kiem would be implausible) I'l help someone else quit. I think my dad would be the best designated subject. I'll be flooding his mail tom.

I wont be telling anybody what to do. I leave you with a choice.

The 'living in the moment' part might have been right but still, i beg to disagree, every stick puffed takes away 5 minutes of your life.

ERGO..

iv never felt this disturbingly elated and sad at the same time..

why the ef*ing melodrama? (again?)

i think

it must be...

l.. l.. lo..

love.. (fireworks)

JOKE (vomit)

HAHA.

P.S. I realized.. I was the first one to sit on the comp chair since the monster "accidentally" peed on it. Who accidentally pees on a comp chair? Mind you, it's clean now.. after 2 days of quarantine.

Ms. Kimraiza Escandar Jainal, please stop calling me masunget!!You know how much the net bores me.. and every waking day that I need to use the net is a drag.. a hell of a drag.. PLUS, the unlikely incident that my brother conspired just made the use of the computer less inviting.. so forgive me and the 200cc of urine that shall forever be embedded on the deep recesses of our comp chair. ERGO, (hahahaha) i'l see you SOOOOOON. im excited! (believe me)

I must be going through some strange (cinnamonstrange) sheeeeeeeetness.

My notebook says...

Every year I spend a /bleepin/ amount of money for a few high quality leaf pages hastily procured from once oxygen-giving wonders of nature.. (and i call myself a tree hugger?)

But, iv made my peace.. we planted these.. ...fine we didnt.but we stole some roots!

Anywoo.. so when people pester me about how ridiculous i get for one notebook.. i say, (and i use this i say appropriately and NOT frequently) to hell with them im happy with my miquelrius notebooks.. someday itl be like.. da vinci's notebooks..or the diary of anne frank..or memoirs of a geisha.. only it'l be like lap's doodles,scribbles and squrts. classy. very classy.

October 14, 2008

Happy Birthday Daddy!

Sept. 16, 2008 - Pauikan's birthday

1st Asia Pacific Conference on Nursing Research
Manila Hotel

..yung blurred girl. she ran kase namatay yung ilaw. hahaha

Should I rant? Nevermind. In a nutshell, the experience was...... (lumiere de malades i give u the freedom to supply your bitchin adjective here)

Aug. 8, 2008 - Beijing Olympics
Happy Birthday Gan and Katbisyo aka rocky.
(walang picture kase hindi aku umatend)

Aug 4 Happy Birthday Danica Zabala

The one person who's willing to be my human doodle without being extorted.


July 26 Lifehouse with kiemy

By the end of the concert...
Kiem: I cant believe they didnt even play 'Breathing'!!! i want a refund!!

Lap: Tara. Let's eat @ Taco Bell.

Aylabit.

Lap-jam-kar-en's 2008 birthday (@yellowcab and some reggae bar where we BURNED someone)
July26- jazm
July 28 - karen

giantess,wrenzy,me,karen,kat,dast,sarah,jam

July24

My birthday@ a venetto pizzeria. The same day i saw the owner of our father's coffee and no one believed me..uhm no..my fun fact just wasnt interesting.

Migraine

You know it's time that we grow old and do some shit.

I wasted 3 hours of my life today. Again, those we do not speak of ( the village reference) made me and 9 others perish over hearing their dreary and tedious talks which i only comprehended as... djshweybsbf%##fs##.

And..

On my way home, I didnt realize that a police car chased me for about 5 blocks..I heard this sort of siren (whatever that annoying sound is), followed by a voice through a megaphone..which again was quite incomprehensible to me.. Obviously as always, i was oblivious. So i stopped because.. well, it seemed like i had to. I knew what could have been the problem so I just gave up and I no longer attempted to run like a guilty freak. It was just around 5:30 pm then and the color coding ban had not been lifted yet. BUT, when the popo finally approached me, I just showed him my exemption paper. (yaey) And he apologized. Still, he reprimanded me for putting up a chase..WELL, in my defense, it was the most boring police car chase EVER.

This month is dreadfully becoming a verry unmerry birthmonth.

schoooool

Fellow citizens of the Philippines, the drought is over. *The world is a drought when out of love-Incubus*. Do not expect the figurative connotation, there's no such thing. I guess there's love in the humid, muggy, filthy and polluted air again. The adjectives are too much, what can i say, I even get what I call 'Tater's slash foot and hand allergy' everytime I step outside(and when I eat popcorn, hence the title), which i know is RIDICULOUS. I can sense your eyes are rolling. Mine are too.

After a month (almost a month) of spending my precious hours directly in front of the AC bravely disregarding the possibility of having Bell's palsy, the rain finally saved every dehydrated cell of my body. It's no hail, but I guess it quite helped. WHY ON EARTH do we have long sleeves for our uniform? and heeled shoes?? (the latter could be another whole argument worthy of a different bantering for a different post) Anywoooo, it's not just the uniform. Today, they (who??they.) made us wait for 5 hours in school for a t-shirt we didnt even get. It is sometimes very dreadful to be in school. Some days it's just dreadful. Most days it's excruciating. Sense my misery people. I do not like going against my principle of living my life to the 'cinnamonest' yet, I feel so damn damned.

And every lunch time, because i dearly love sparing others the chance to experience a fine lunch in our school (no offense to our ate's, it's just that i am not a fan of our canteen being swamped by cats), my superfriends and I take time to stroll around Robinson's Place for a decent and low-budgeted lunch. Rob is full of angry hungry Pauliians at around 12:00nn to 1:00pm. Since school started this week, I already saw two friends from high school- sarah and kris, which is one thing i like about Rob, you often get to see old acquaintances. It's nice because I have HS-homesickness. I laaab laaab my HS friends. *sniff* Vomit afterwards...KIDDING.

Promise I'll write something sensible next time.

Belated Happy 1st birthday Red!-June 7

To my June04 Gremlins:

patrick,monsterr,

and

xam

Happy Birthday!Wabyooooo.

*Monsterr didnt come home with us last night. He wanted to stay in Antipolo for the weekend. I actually miss him. (vomitus all over the place)

Goobuy summer

Behold, creatures of the earth and its neighboring planets, my Fungus amongus incubus cd arrived todaay.-->

Yes, it's fo real fo real fo shizzle. Neither cropped nor copy-paste. moohahaha.

"i hope it's the right CD, had to beat up an old rocker to get it :D haha, just kidding." - kuya ashley

Thanks kuya ash i luuuuv itttttt.

*
Today is officially my first day of bakasyon. Goobuy summer duty. Yellow first semester duty.
*
I was pestering mothergoose the other day about how I had Primary complex, while we were about to divulge on a heated argument who is rightfully to blame, she verbalized (with much conviction) "..halos lahat naman ng bata nagkakaron ng primary B-COMPLEX."

What?
Primary B-complex.
Nice ma.

i will miss having the cold sausage muffin courtesy of Mcdonald's for my 30-minute duty break courtesy of East Avenue medical center

Fat-te-tik

Do you know what's worse than writing my pastoral care worksheet? REWRITING it. Hate this.

I want..

1.at least 7 hours of sleep

2.a surround sound system in my bedroom

3.a day with friends i havent seen in a reeaaaally long time

4.classes to start on august or september or maybe just NEVERRR

5.tacos

6.ONE HELL OF A GOOD LAST YEAR IN NURSING (waaw far-fetched)

7.more tacos

8.a vacation with my family

9.everyone to have LSS amnesia and just forget about Soulja boy.my ears have a life of its own and they are very annoyed at this point. I'd prefer silence. or my brother's round the clock farting sessions.

10.summer duty days to be over.. (please Lord)

11.1st and 2nd semester duty days to be over. (JOKE)

12.this thing in my mind that i rather not write into existence (so laps what's the point of this?haha.to drive kiemy crazy)

13.fats. some fats.

14.you to want me.(it's a cheap trick reference and nothing more)

15.a break..from the stifling air, water, noise and people pollution

16.someone to sponsor Jenny (whose story i learned from World Vision) who earns php1 for weaving 15ft (of something.i forgot what it was)

17.world pis en kwayet (just to be pageant-ish)

18.a wishbox

19.my pendant back (cross+Perpetual help+rose)

20.my bearbank to be full

I started this post having just two things i want- tacos and at least 7 hours of sleep, and i ended up with 18 more..I guess I'm just a really really sad person. WTF. Haha

Footnotes: Haha footnotes?? anywooo. I hope David Cook wins. I dont understand what everyone's hearing from the other David. I am just not that impressed.

yeah.

Mothergoose

Happy mother's day mothergoose.

Happy Birthday Tomorrow

My dear friends and foes in strangeness:

There is a tagboard down under, with pathetically, one message which coincidentally is also from me.. so could you please use your fat fingers to scroll down and bring it to its lovely (and absolutely free) existence.

And must i remind everyone, whether inhabitants of this planet or not, that tomorrow shall not only be... ---->

it shall also be KIEMY's brithday!!

My friend/ giraffe/ defender of the universe on the (R) is now 20 years old.

Happy birthday kiemy.

The phantom and invisible children

May 10 is Pangea day. Organized by acclaimed documentary filmmaker and TED award winner Jehane Noujaim, Pangea Day “taps the power of film to strengthen tolerance and compassion while uniting millions of people to build a better future.”

Invisible Children. The war in northern Uganda has been called the most neglected humanitarian emergency in the world today. For the past 21 years, the Lord’s Resistance Army (LRA) and the Ugandan government have been waging a war that has left nearly two million innocent civilians caught in the middle. The Ugandan government has failed to protect its citizens from this rebel militia that has murdered mothers and buried the young, leaving an entire generation of youth that has never known peace.

How can we help others if we can't help ourselves?

It'll be hard to change the world. But we can easily change the life of a child.

Visit http://www.worldvision.org.ph/index.php

Strip off everything complicated and materialistic about us, and we are just like them.

If you can, help others. If you want me to help you help others, I am in your Friendster account, phonebook list, Yahoo Messenger, inside your classroom, and probably within a 100-mile radius from you.

If you can't help right now, pray.

duty

And today was a day just like any other.

dutymate: grabe laps ang init dito pawis na pawis nakoooo.

ako: aku nga muhka ng basura eh! (pasigaw)

patient (about 2 meters away) who overhead my inexcusably stupid and unecessary comment: patingin nga (sabay silip sa aking face)

*Next time laps,be discrete.or better yet, just shut your freakin' gob hokay.juno fever haha*

Think passion-driven thoughts

My friend rayah and I declared this year to be a passion-driven year..so far, i have not been passionate about anything except..bumming my barely existing ass off..and all words synonymous to it.

I dont think I have read enough as i wished and promised for this year. My desk is filled with untouched books and the following listed are books I've forced myself into reading:

1. American Gods by Neil Gaiman (no comment..seriously.)
2. Archie Comics - (are you kidding me??)
3. 1st chapter of Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte ("Then you can rightfully say you've read the book" as verbalized by my 2nd year English Litt professor)

Even my Med-Surg and Pharmacology books are massively ignored.

Do you know that thing you do when out of anger or frustration you just rub your face off in a quick and irritating gesture? I have been doing that often, in hopes of rubbing my existence off the planet. Ask me why. I have come up with a very depressing list..

1. Last April 22, 2008, I did a postmortem care on a newborn baby who just had approximately a lifespan of 12 hours. It is sad how people younger than i am die before I do.

"A person's a person no matter how small."
- Horton

If you are reading this, spare a while to think about the unborn and the dead babies. Pray, for they have been deprived of everything.

2. I still have to wake up very early for duty. How early? Inhumanely slash mercilessly slash cruelly early. As early as 3:30 am.

3. Our family driver who is very close to our hearts is now leaving for a greener pasture- Novaliches city. Kuya will be very much missed.

My dad has officially declared it.. I am now a full-fledged driver with a history of swerving who brutally ran over and mutilated a chicken (worth php500) and extinguished a perfectly good bicycle tire(worth php 500 for repair) during one of my backing escapades.

4. Local and international news that brought me into having bangungots again:

- The Austrian pervert who locked her daughter in a basement for 24 years
- a dolphin was found dead in boracay
- incessant sensationalized chismis about people hailed and branded as more significant than the rest of us (I dont care about their [insert sensationalized issue here] )
- Dyesebel

5. Something about the world crisis. While Leonardo di Carpio's The 11th hour bored me to a grotesque death, it still spoke of a rampant crisis that the Inconvenient truth already conveniently discussed. I plan to not utilize styrofoam ( styrofoams do not decompose) as much as possible and to re-use my Zip-lock and my Dr. Edward's bottle. I'll come up with better resolutions on a different post. Maybe on Pangeae day.

So there. My list. "Life gets fainter and fainter everyday" as verbalized by Homer Simpson.

Note to self: Watch less cartoons. And think passion-driven thoughts.

The frog

so i said i'l write again if i have the time..so now i've got the time..and i dont have anything to write about. life is wonderfully weird.

i used to religously write on my previous blog.i guess it was THE blog for me,one that i thought that i could keep forever..until computers eventually become obsolete..but then i took up Nursing and i forgot all about the strange ( by strange, i mean the life aside from bitchin school life) part of my life, including the blogs's user name, password and the URL. grrrreat.

im starting from scratch.(or is it scrap?) i really should be living my life to the cinnamonesst now. i think you should too.