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!!!