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...