An Immature Entry

If you're a stranger who, perchance, happens to be a nurse or a nursing student (and with more luck, you're as pikon as me), please leave my blog this instant because you might take this personally and leave stupid notes which will make me even more pikon. This is not directed to nurses in general. Ok? So just go. Leave.

Anyways...

The reason why I've never been serious with any form of competitive sports (or anything that requires competition -- except maybe for my grades...nerdo...) is that I'm so pikon. Just an hour ago, my batchmates lost the last game of the championships to the nursing people, and I think if any person from the opponent could have heard me, they could've killed me on the spot. So that's why I'm now going to rant on my virtual territory and will direct all my powers towards Nursing player number 8.

You stupid, ugly, poster boy for Marfan's Syndrome!!!! I hate you! I hate your stupid face! I hate your stupid knees which are too knobby and potato-like. You vile conceited creature! I'm gonna make your life miserable in internship because, oh yes, I'm gonna be YOUR BOSS!!! I'm gonna make you wipe every patient's ass. And even if I don't see you back in the wards, I just hope to God you migrate to Dubai or some remote place together with your little nurse's lunchbox so I'll never have see your stupid face ever again!!!!

Whew!:D Congrats classmates! Hug:)

Pussycat

In reaction to Peej's blog which, by the way, gave me a headache (don't get me wrong, he writes beautifully. It's just that a brain crammed full of endocrine diseases can't stand all that drama ;) ), I'm gonna write about something utterly mundane -- my cat Garfield. Ehem... ehem.



This is Garfield. She is neither persian nor siamese but we love her all the same. She wandered into our neighbor a year ago and had stayed ever since, I guess, because we have the best garbage. I honestly believe Garfield is some real person reincarnated because she likes doing "human" things like sitting in this position and going to bed (literally) in a supine position while hugging the kids. We also have another cat named Mr. Suabe (go figure).



I hate him because he's thin and ugly and he looks like some really sleazy french animal. (Sacre bleu!!!). Subconsciously, my family hates him too so, unlike Garfield, he's not allowed inside the house.

Hehe that's it.

Zab

I'm writing about Zab because he told me to and you know how he's KSP like that. Ehem, ehem.

Zab.

Zab is my friend because, unfortunately, since Justin had to deal with him for ten years, it also means I have to do the same thing for about the next remaining years of my life. The only 2 things we have in common is we both have strange names and we're both wise asses.

I thought about him the other day when I saw this sleek black Ford Explorer bearing the plate number ZAB 234 right cruising along Edsa beside an uglier and older vehicle with PWE 946 written behind it. Yes, my friends, this sums up what I know of Zab, he's really masungit. Like he's having Toxic Shock syndrome from some huge tampon that's stuck up his ass. (ganda ng onomatopeia ko no?)

But really, it's only because he couldn't care less about other people if you didn't care to know him back. It's like a reverse psychology KSP thing he invented mixed with your typical A-boy superiority complex. So, thank God I made the first move (Um, Zab, masungit ka ba talaga?). And it was the start of a beautiful friendship filled with insults and comebacks, and 3 hours worth of frozen lime-flavored margaritas.

P.S. Zab don't kill me.

Night Owl

Just had my 1st exam in my Infectious Diseases module. No I know exactly how it feels to have the life squeezed out of me, or my brains at least. God, just when you think that you've given your all, it still doesn't amount to good enough. I got out of the room feeling far less adequate to be a doctor. I mean, probably more than 70 or 80 or 90% of all illnesses are brought about by those stinky little bugs and bacteria and viruses and I can't even memorize 14 freakin' pages of freakin' antimicrobial drugs. Arrghhh information overload! No sleep, no social life, a migraine and most probably, a stinky grade to boot. I forget, why did I get myself in this mess in the first place? hehehe... itutulog ko na nga lang to.

We stand on a hill... (Potek ang baduy)

The great thing about pretending to be doctors and interacting with charity ward patients is that they always give you perspective.

11:00am: Library (Bodge and Joemal are buried beneath a hill of neurology books and a lone orthopedic surgery book, trying to think of a decent diagnosis to discuss with Dr. Aquino, aka, FPJ’s doctor, for F.F., 50 year old comatose woman from Novaliches, Quezon City.Bodge is suffering from dry cough and colds of 4 days duration)

Bodge: Cough…cough… Leche ang hirap naman nito. San ba talaga yung problema niya? Sa midbrain? Diba sira na yung cranial nerve 3, 4 and 6? Pero nabubuksan pa rin niya mata niya e.

Joemal: Oo nga, ayus pa cranial nerve 3 niya.

Bodge: Hindi nga? Leche. Ayoko na.

Joemal: Feeling ko sa cortex problema nito.

Bodge: Ano, pwede ba yun? Buong cortex? Diba usually lateral lang yung mga ganun? Takte Joemal, alam mo kung ano gusto kong gawin ngayon? Umupo sa isang sulok.

Joemal: Ano? Laughs.

Bodge: Oo, mga tatlong oras lang.

3:00pm: Neurology Ward (Bodge and F.F.’s daughter are standing at the foot of F.F.’s bed. F.F.’s is buried underneath a hill of NGT and respiratory tubings, IV drips and catheters.)

Bodge: Ate, di ba i-susurgery dapat si Nanay?

F.F.’s daughter: Smiling. Baka hindi na e…kasi sabi naman daw maliit pa rin yung chance na bumalik siya sa normal.

Silence.

Bodge: Eh…ano po yung ibang choices niyo?

F.F.’s daughter: Smile brightens down a notch. Microexpression shows despair. Di ko nga alam e…

So whenever you’re having a bad day, always remember that the hill you’re climbing is probably a great deal smaller than you think.

Monkeying around Dr. Maligaya

Because sitting in a Legal Medicine lecture is such excruciating torture, Mij and I played this silly little game. You have to write one line of poetry, fold the paper, and let the other person write another line without her seeing the previous one, and so on and so forth. Here's our masterpiece entitled...

Death Anchor

If sadness were a pool, I'm drowning in it
O! The fate, the terrible fate!
Therefore, love is the source of all misery
But the stones have fallen far through the darkness
The coldness of his heart stings me like when you eat frozen grapes and you get brain freeze
To die in the rain, alone.

Yes, we're such stupid ass fools. But do try this, I'm sure your poem would be even weirder:)

It happens about a few times a year when I feel like this really old tire under a really huge truck that's driving through this deserted highway under the scorching, blistering heat, that suddenly..."BOOM"! Just bursts and loses...life? Meaning? Initiative? Maybe, but today, just for today, I feel sad and empty. I want to feel sad and empty. I want to wallow in it. If there was such a thing as a sad and empty pool, I'd like to bathe in it with my clothes on and drink it in till my lungs burst.

I think I've always had this certain aura that emanates "I don't have any problems! I'm normal." I just wish sometimes that people won't be deceived because I do. Crippling ones. Hehe pero syempre if people would ask, I'd deny having them because being a free spirit (what Maggots calls me) is safer and less complicated. And I wouldn't want to add to the world's emotional garbage. It has enough problems of its own. I can only think of 2 people who I can talk just about anything with. Just is one. And the other is on her way to the States for journalism school next year. Argh!!! Just the thought makes me want to weep. Maggots I'll miss you!:( Anyways for now, I'll just have fun wallowing in my misery with Just on the phone.

Ciudad I love you

Ciudad last week

Ciudad 4 years ago
Alin...alin...alin ang naiba? (Kathy G ninakaw mo pictures mo:D)

Homaaaygaaaad for the first time in 1 million years tumugtog ng buo ang Ciudad! As in Mikey, Jeff, Mitch and Just. Ang ganda ng Dance Lessons, gusto kong umiyak at gumulong-gulong sa sahig kasama ni Kathy G. Sana di na kayo maghiwalay ever. Sana magpaahit na ng Arabo face si Jeff at sana laging naka-stripes si Just:) Si Mikey inspired...yehiii...get a life, you fool! At Mitch, sana ipacheck-up mo na ang TB mo. Baka mahawa kami.

To Quark: Bat di mo sinabi mag-N-NU si Neil Gaiman!?!?! Arghhhh!!!!
To Jeff: Sunugin ko yang comics mo e.

Dream Come True #7

Monday woke me up with little itty bitty butterflies in my stomach. From excitement, not nausea. Nothing was gonna ruin my day. Not even the freakin' Psychiatry finals, not the lazy samplex idiots who will again survive and most likely get a higher grade than me, not even the fact that I was stupid enough to leave all my carefully laid out comics and books at home...because...Neil Gaiman was AT LAST coming in my side of the world. As in Neil Gaiman!!! The guy who dreamt up the Endless and Books of Magic and Stardust and Coraline and other nice gory stuff. I really love this guy. It's like he has the same special something that Salvador Dali was made of. Basta, I don't care if I can't even understand the deepest depths of his writing like so many posers say they do, all I know is I'm dazzled at his work.Completely dazzled.

So, I sashayed through Gateway with Chabelita and Mommy Maan after a short train ride and there he was, right in front of me. As in in front of the huge mob that's in front of me. Couldn't say I almost fainted but if my hair could stand up, it would. And I felt my heart beat fast and my toes curl (weird no?). And he talked with this lovely Cockney accent (according to Anna)and he was so nice and he kept on saying how impressive so many Filipino writers are...Sigh...I wouldn't have minded if the ground opened up then and there and swallowed me up. So anyways, the best thing I got out of that thing was a distorted picture and having him stand 1 meter away from me, so much so, I could almost smell his aftershave (but I didn't coz apparently, he didn't wear any).But it felt like heaven. Like meeting Brad Pitt or something.

Today, however, I found out that Chabelita had her #1 Sandman comic signed, had a picture with him and he even took her drawing of Dream. ARRRGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!! Selos!!! I hated her for about 10 secs and was ranting for about 15 minutes. Moral of the story is, never leave the cue no matter how long it takes coz Neil Gaiman will always be nice enough to sign everybody's stuff.

I miss Melai

Just opened my blog a couple of minutes before going off to another high-calorie date and was greeted with a pleasant surprise. Melai the uglysullengirl found me! Hahaha! And of course, memories of fringed edged pants, scruffy sneakers, little school concerts and nights of cramming our Marketing paper came into mind. I really miss this chick and I really love reading her blog for 2 reasons: 1) because she's a fantastic writer with words you'd like to devour off the page and 2) she writes so romantically about New York, giving me the chance to breathe in all the culture while being miles away. I feel a bit envious of her actually. She's like the glorified bunny who literally has all the time to smell the flowers (hahaha and I mean a nice fresh bunch of spring blossoms and not the odorless, wilted santan that is Aurora boulevard). I wish I could swim in a similar kind of melting pot of intellectuality, entertainment and all other pleasures and not think about how things are so deplorable and chaotic in this side of the world. But for now maybe I could just content myself with what I read and dream a little harder until it comes true. And maybe soon, I'd be laughing with Melai under a little cafe umbrella, sipping 5 kinds of lattes to my heart's content.

Neil Gaiman's HERE!!!! Happiness galore!!!

Phewww...

Hehehe I'm such a lucky bastard! I left my medical bag with P12,000 worth of equipment in the pedicab but the Mamang Padyak graciously gave it back to me after I made sungit to him about not having change for 20 bucks. He probably realized na walang silbi sa kanya yung stuff but still, sorry manong! I'll try to be nice to you next time and have lots of barya in my pocket.

Here's a cute little picture of me in a med mission in Bicol pretending to know more than I actually do and putting one's "kabuhayan package" on the line. Hehehe wherever he is, I wish him good luck and lots of babies.

Hate Letter

To all those who used a samplex and stole a copy of yesterday's Psychiatry exam, I hate you because I know that you probably got more than half of the questions correct without sweating a brow and I, on the other hand, had to lock myself in my bedroom for 2 freakin days, not see my boyfriend (not even watch any of his gigs for the last month because of schoolwork), and sleep until 3am just so I could reassure myself that I had enough knowledge to at least pass. Yeah, I know life is unfair but someday, life will catch up on you because you can't use freakin' samplexes to diagnose a brain tumor or do colon surgery!!!

Epiphany for the day: Lala Fish chips and low fat milk are good for drowning your sorrows in.

Which of the Endless are you?

I personally think I got the wrong endless. I secretly wanted to be Dream. Hehehe! Feeling star!

Groupies!!!

Bloomfields Mania!!!

Just had a fantastic time with my chicks, Niña, Joy and Dada (with our cute little outfits), and my homeboys, Marvin (the corny non-dancer), Andrew (the boogie boy) and Ken. We went to a Bloomfields band gig, me for the 2nd time and still loving it. That drummer is just too cute for words! Can I just take him home and put him in between my stuffed toys??! Grabe, my favorite would be his rendition of Johnny B Good. As in, swoon-swoon! Grrr to Ronnie for both having a thing for him and not telling me! Di bale, you can have him. Having the hots for him just feels too pedophilic for me:P Cheers to everyone in the band and thanks for bringing the 60's fun back to us!

I made a haiku for my sorethroat:

Pharyngitis
Like ten thousand cats scratching
like mad. Cough. Cough.

Oh happy day!

Today is such a funny day. I expected it to be a bad one, considering I fell asleep at 3am and I had to have a tete-a-tete with a schizophrenic patient who believes she has psychic powers at 8am. But knowing me, I try to look for a ray of sunshine. Actually, trying hard na nga e to the point of merely entertaining myself with my little anecdotes and my little witty insults targeted to Derry. You litol slimey traitorrrrr!!!! Oh, I so love to laugh! Hwahaha! Med school is so freakin' routine-ish that sometimes I feel like I'm being swallowed by this huge gray sticky cloud of doom made up of weeks without rest, depressing terminally ill charity ward patients, deplorable facilities (buti nalang the hospital is right beside the school so if you hyperventilate because of your classmates' BO in an aircon-less room or get some enterobacteria from the toilets, mabilis lang ang trip to the ER diba?:) ) and unexcusably incompetent and boring teachers.

But now and then, I guess God allows a little magic into your life. Today I did a Leopold 1 maneuver on an 8-month-pregnant lady and felt...magic. Like the tingling sensation Aladdin felt when he touched the magic lamp, I suppose. In one instant, I felt a mixture of a lot of things...love, joy, hope... and all the good things you expect from life. And you feel everything bad just melt away. And you think, God, everything is just so worth it!

Two star-crossed lovers...

My last Psychiatry class today was quite interesting. My funneeee professor with the so-fake-it's-so-true British accent was trying to hook together two ex-lovers, na itatago ko nalang sa pangalang Poy and Jaolo. Maybe he was thinking that, compounded with his excellent wit and countless uber-romantic Shakespeare material memorized by heart, he was doing them a favor. Au contraire to the couple's turbulent history. I've always found the concept of soulmates utterly absurd but with the way endless gossip and heckling these two are practically swimming in (backstrokes and everything), I think I can make do with the belief that 2 people can be stuck together forever with an imaginary stainless steel umbilical cord whether they like it or not. Like Atlas with the world on his shoulders. Or the derma patient in the wards with untreatable icthyosis.

Hooomaaaygaaad!!! They're playing a slow version of Growing up by Gary Valenciano! Oh no, mixed emotions of pleasure and distaste...