tweaked version

tweaked version

pictures from Pateros

children of Pateros

"innocent eyes"

"playground"

"potty-trained""hallelujah" "this aint heavy"

*must give props to blove for the wonderful pics from Pateros

baptism of fire

baptism of fire

any self-respecting nursing student would sooner or later face the perils of the operating room. and if you're kind of squeamish and weak-hearted, this is not for you, i repeat, this is not for you.

just for the record, i do not have any claims to greatness and i'm not pretending like i don't feel like throwing up everytime i imagine layers of skin, fat and muscle being dissected, that i'm strong enough not to feel my stomach do tremendous backflips and somersaults everytime i smell the stench of burnt flesh from the cautery machine, that i do not wince at the sight of tons of sterile gauze soaked in blood and that i feel absolutely nothing when i see surgeons cutting through human flesh as if it were palatable meat. pretense is not mine.

on the first round of clinical duties, yes, we were assigned to the OR. and of course, as it is PGH, the OR would not just be a single room, instead a whole floor, a complex even and i tell you it really does live up to the name "OR complex". i have been to the ORC for about 3 days now, the first day we even toured the whole complex but until now, the slightest change of orientation (e.g. a closed door) would render a lost me. yeah, i have a very poor sense of direction plus the place was a literally a labyrinth. one time, they made me run after a stretcher which had gone from the ob-gyne OR room to the PACU(post anesthesia care unit) to give some stuff and when i turned to go back, i didn't know where i was, and where i was supposed to go. but no, i could not ask for directions. getting lost was not an excuse. through perhaps a combination of luck and (ahem ahem) woman's intuition i was able to go back to the nurse's station all in one piece. the labyrinth failed to consume me. :P

to be continued...

now here's some piece

now here's some piece

on commitment, love and the whole b.s. magillah.

love actually

must give props to arun for that.

lessons learned:

for the girls, stop pretending that we're always on the losing end here. once in a while you have to cut the guy some slack, yes, even just for the effort. and please, not everything is about you so stop being a drama queen and quit whining.

for the guys, at least you get to choose. hell, you can even spend a whole lifetime choosing, dating and checking out every female species you can. ergo, it would not be anyone's fault but yours if you do make sucky choices.

joke time muna

joke time muna

oo na. corny na kung corny. :p

Pedro: Galing ako sa doktor, nakabili nako nghearing aid. Grabe! ang linaw na ng pandinig ko!

Juan: Talaga?! Magkano bili mo?

Pedro: Kahapon lang.

LOLO: Gino paabot nga ng kape ko

APO: Lo, Gina po

LOLO: Gino paabot nga ng kutchara

APO: Lo, Gina po

LOLO: Punyeta ka Gino! Tigil-tigilan mo yang kabaklaan mo!

MISTER: pag namatay ka, isusulat ko sa nitso mo "MALAMIG NUNG BUHAY, MAS MALAMIG NUNG MAMATAY!"

MISIS: Ah ganun?! sa nitso mo naman "SA WAKAS NANIGAS DIN!"

WIFE: Himala! aga mong umuwi ngayon.

HUSBAND: Sunod ko lang utos ng boss ko. Sabi nya"GO TO HELL",

kaya ito uwi agad ako...

Lasing (takot): may multo sa banyo natin!

Wife: Ha? Bakit?

Lasing: kasi bumubukas yung ilaw pag papasok akong banyo eh.

Wife: punyeta ka! ikaw pala umiihi sa ref!

DAD: anak, bili mo ko softdrinx

ANAK: Coke or pepsi?

D: Coke

A: Diet or regular?

D: regular

A: bote o can?

D: bote

A: 8 oz o litro?

D: Punyeta!! tubig na lang!

A: viva o wilkins?

Juan: bday ng asawa ko

Pedro: ano regalo mo?

Juan: tinanong ko kung ano gusto niya.

P: ano naman sinabi?

J: Kahit ano basta may DIAMOND.

P: ano binigay mo?

J: Baraha.

Teacher: We are descendants of Adam and Eve!

Student: That's not true! My dad says we are descendants of an Ape!

Teacher: We are not talking about your FAMILY!

KRIMINAL1: "Pare, sigurado ka bang dito dadaanyung papatayin natin?"

KRIMINAL2: "Oo, nagtataka nga ako, 1 oras na tayodito wala parin siya!

Sana naman wlang nangyaring masama sa kanya."

** (in the obligatory AngTV-ish tone) Ngeee!!!

you know the world ain't safe when

you know the world ain't safe when

1) Ukranian women drug street children and drink their blood

- but no. they're not into that yucky stuff of biting their victim on the neck. instead, they use disposable syringes to draw blood. right... now that's safe!

2) Animal Homosexuality is too real

-please please follow link for clear visuals...

3) Students idolize Adolf Hitler

-Nazis don't rock mahn! and well, yeah, (surprise!) he's EVIL.

4) Snickers (TM) have poison threats
- in New South Wales , at least. wow! thought that was close.

5) Even donkeys have become sex addicts
- uhmm... f*ckin asses.

6) Pot clubs outnumber McDonalds
-or on second thought... maybe now, the world is safer.

rockology 107 @ UP Manila

rockology 107 @ UP Manila

sandwich: asteeeg. sabog siguro si raymund. pero ayos pa rin, saya ng tugtugan. galeng.

parokya ni edgar: ibang level ng kabangagan ito. galing ng tugtog. saya. and mind you, they are very,very down to earth people. walang star complex. mas astig yun. i seriously think, frontman chito was loaded with Prozac.

people: saya ng crowd. there were a bunch of sweaty, stenchy, non-UP, body slamming, bad apples but it was okay. annoying yet... well, still annoying. buti sana kung gwapo. hehe. mga ungas ang babaho niyo!

nakaka-high talaga. ibang klase. lalo na kung medyo malapit ka sa speaker at medyo feeling mo may dysrrythmia (oops geek alert!) ka na at sumasabay sa beat ng tugtugan yung puso mo. tapos pagkatapos medyo bingi ka na from auditory fatigue (geekzoid alert x 2). haha. ang saya nun!

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the famous tawas experiment

gone awry.

given really vague instructions as to the methodology of said experiment,

we went ahead and gave it a shot.

but to no avail.

crystals were supposed to grow. colors were supposed to appear.

yet all we had in the end was a shit-stained piece of alum.

so very "anti-climactic".

rockology 107 @ SSC

orange and lemons: GREAT showmanship mahn. loved the cuts. i might buy the album.

hale: yawn... snore... slit wrists... way too girly stuff. not for me.
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chili chip @ gdonya

venue: astig. free beer. but i don't drink beer even if i want to (i think it makes you look so cool when you're chugging the bottle) can't stand the taste.

bands: no definitive description. batopik was good though (better than the last time i saw them perform). especially {ahem ahem}.

people: i refuse to bash (although, i'm itching to) people i'm not fully acquainted with. bashing would be reserved for ----------------.blogspot.com. my alter ego. hehe.

humanities 2

humanities 2
is a potent sedative. and i'm dead serious about this.
it's unexpicably coma-inducing especially if Prof.B happened to be your professor. art doesn't get any more stupider than this.

last meeting we were asked to bring art materials for some "art exercise". i brought some old oil pastels and a 16-color crayola box for that pretending like i know how to use them. and then we were asked, using said "art materials" to draw whatever idea comes to mind. (or at least pretend to draw. not everyone has talent, you know)

no, not a concept but an idea. although the difference is still kind of a blur to me. anyway, Prof. B gave us examples. like, a flower is a concept but romance is an idea. a mountain would be a concept but summit was an idea. get the picture? yeah well, okay, roughly.

so i went ahead and drew whatever came to mind. actually it was more of, what i can draw, than what i wanted to draw. well, i thought the idea could follow afterwards.

then came 30 minutes or so of bashing each other's "art work". haha. well, except of course, for those who showed more potential. anyway, our word for the wise would go something like "tell them its postmodern and you're sure to get off the hook."

my ingenious "work of art" didn't go exactly as planned. it was pretty much a bunch of circles. it was decent enough for me. though any self-respecting kindergarten student could replace it or maybe even do a little enhancement.

yeah, so there goes my short-lived (or did it even live at all?) art career.

me and art? yeah well, how do you phrase it?

fuhgedaboutit!

really really disturbing

* blog owner is without possession of said video

guess what?

guess what!?

i was LATE today...

for an exam!

now, am i great or am i great? haha. in your face -----! :p

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i'm worried

i'm worried.

we are on our second week of classes and never, ever, even in the squeaky and cobwebsy corners of my mind have i imagined a week straight without a single tardy mark on my record. this is just so not me, that it scares me.

has the late ms. egay been resurrected?

and am i really that ready to face a life of punctuality?

oh, i don't know... for all we know, i'll be reverting back to my old ways next week or even the days to come, tomorrow or the day after that or may be even the day after the day after that. nothing really is for certain.

what i do know is, i have not been feeling optimal for the past days. out of 8 days, 1 day had been with febrile temperature, 4 days with tenacious cough and some 3 days with a terrible heavy feeling in the head.

oh no... maybe...but no...

could this really be the effect of too much punctuality?

i have stopped responding to paracetamol for my headaches and i'm slowly forging a dependency for mefenamic acid 500mg. ooops.

a punctual drug dependent...

what do you think? not my cup of tea xD.

* that klaudia koronel girl is on TV again.
enough already, it's way past graduation season. this is overkill. overkill!!!

super size me and you

super size me and you

ATTENTION BOYS AND GIRLS!!!

How Much Does One High-Fat Meal Contribute To Heart Disease?

March 04, 2005

Heart disease is the No. 1 killer of women and a leading cause of death for all Americans. So, researchers at the University of Miami wanted to know if eating just one high-fat meal can contribute to heart disease.

In the acclaimed documentary "Supersize Me," the filmmaker eats all his meals at a McDonald's restaurant for a month, causing his weight and cholesterol to climb.

"We've known for many years a high-fat meal on a regular basis can cause a lot of problems," said University of Miami study participant Araley Peter.

But researchers wanted to know what kind of an effect just one high-fat meal would have.

"The results were very surprising," said University of Miami researcher Eduardo De Marchena.
The startling findings were recently published in the American Heart Association's journal Circulation.

"The people who participated in the study were all young people, like me, in their 20s without any medical problems," Peter said.

On one day, the participants were served a low-fat breakfast of Frosted Flakes, skim milk and orange juice. The next day, participants ate a very high-fat breakfast, consisting of an egg McMuffin, a sausage McMuffin and two hash browns.

After each meal, blood was drawn and tested. No problems were detected after the low-fat meal. But the same couldn't be said for the latter experiment.

"The thing that's very interesting in this study is that just a couple of hours after a high-fat meal, we found evidence that there was damage already in the surface of the blood vessels," De Marchena said.

The evidence was a dramatic increase in micro-particles released when the lining of blood vessels is damaged. And three hours after the meal, harmful blood fat called triglycerides, shot up 81 percent.

"We think that this will eventually lead to hardening of the arteries. It can also lead to clotting or forming clots inside the blood vessels, which can potentially lead to stroke or heart attack," De Marchena said.

And it doesn't have to be a fast food breakfast to be damaging, according to De Marchena. Researchers say the meal they tested was 50 grams of total fat, with 14 grams from saturated fat. And their findings apply to any high-fat food combo, no matter where it's cooked.

The study sends a strong message, according to heart expert Dr. Gervasio Llamas, from Mount Sinai Medical Center.

"Just one meal that is high fat and unhealthy can hurt your arteries. One day, one meal will hurt, and it's measurable," Llamas said.

The high-fat breakfast tested was made up of foods from McDonald's restaurant. McDonald's said that it is committed to offering quality food choices and that the "study is not about McDonald's. It is not where you eat, but the food choices you make, and especially how much you eat."

Researchers agree, and they are planning a new study.

* from the eye-opening super size official site of super size me --http://www.supersizeme.com

** "one burger McLard and a large McFatty fries to go please!"

*** temporary fastfood diet withdrawal follows...

**** {enough with the asterisks already!!!}

who let the stupid dog out

who let the stupid dog out

as i was on my usual bus ride home, an unusual sight caught my eye. a dog, the breed of which was unclear to me (but then again, i wasn't so keen on dog breeds), with its off-white fur lay undisturbed on the middle of the south super highway amidst uninterrupted traffic flow. reason leads me to believe that said dog got run over by some car and just left its lifeless corpse there. total hit and run.

the bus i was on was brought to a halt by an entirely different matter so i was able to observe the dead dog from a distance. it wasn't very far now before the canine had to be once more got run over by some vehicle. my heart was pounding as i anticipated the event, but it was not of excitement. it was more of pity for an already dead dog to be crushed by a ton of steel on wheels. i just hoped the dead dog would be spared of an 18-wheeler.

then it happened. the dead dog was hit by a van. for a second, its lifeless corpse was airborne, landed hard, flat on the asphalt pavement a few yards from where it originally lay. although i could not hear a sound, i felt its bones crunch on impact with the hard surface. and the van did not seem to have noticed the carnal act it had just done.

i gasped too loudly when i saw it that i was lucky not to have woken up the person sitting beside me. some sight it was. for the entire trip, i was actually trying to figure out what went into the dog's head for wanting to cross the highway. i gave up thinking but resolved that dogs could not think (that's why they are dogs!) so that he got ran over by some automobile.

i bore witness to this event. and it still haunts me to this day. then again, it's not everyday you see some dead

dog get hit by a car 'no.

* i happened to catch "dude where's my car?" on TV, and mahn this has got to be the stupidest, most pointless movie ever. although i admit laughing at the stupidity and utter moron-ity of it all. haha.

one last take on summer

one last take on summer

classes will be starting soon and apparently, my body's having a difficult time recovering from the paralyzing effects of summer. i have been so used to the lethargy that the mere thought of getting back to the usual school routine tires me already. yet i am quite thankful we'll be going back to school soon. verdict: must have serious conditioning...

well, summer class was a breeze except for the whole speech comm fiasco (and even that did not require much of my efforts or maybe i was too darn lazy too exert effort :p). and guess what? i earned my first (and maybe the last i'll ever have for my entire undergraduate life) 1.0 this summer in PI 100. i should say sir piwi sure knows how to dispose off unos. hehe. anyway, comm 3 classcards, i heard, haven't been issued yet. oh well, i'm expecting a tres anyway. again let us be reminded of the delicate balance that the world is on. you get a 1 and you expect a 3 somewhere else.oh life!

moving on... i just came from samar last tuesday morning. spent about 4 or 5 days there, i'm not quite sure. we got there thursday morning and that same afternoon, headed the beach and got beach-wasted until 9pm. i did a bit of snorkelling but iwas sh*t scared to go any further than a few meters from the shore where luckily some parts of the reef were but it was teeming with life. lots of fish and sea urchins (yeowch!) and some other sea dwelling life forms which up until now i could not quite figure out. some i saw only for the first time and some were quite familiar species. i was practically swimming in fish. very nice.

oh and i just love the beach at night! very picturesque and well okay, though i have been avoiding the use of such word, romantic. and even that is an understatement. the stars, it has been so long since i last noticed how beautiful they were. the moon, shone with a bright eerie yet kind of majestic yellowish glow. fireflies lit the trees, almost adorned them like artificial lights. the distant floating lights of the boats that have already gone fishing illuminated the horizon. it was some amazing display of lights against the dark silhouette of the sky and the sea. sitting by a bonfire, the sight was just breathtaking that i could look at it forever and i was actually half expecting for some old mopey song to play even if just for the effects. i had never been thankful enough for the power interruption that intensified everything more. it was pretty enough observed alone but deep down i kind of thought it would be much prettier if you had someone to share it with, someone other than a bunch of old folks and rascals for cousins. :)

on the 28th we attended an aunt's wedding. they put me on veil. it didn't seem to be a problem not until i discovered they were doing the service on some Visayan dialect, which i understood very little of, if anything. most of the time during the ceremony, my mind wandered off to some unknown plane. anyways, so there i was, sitting on the pews waiting for some god-given signal to let me know when i was supposed to go and pin the darned veil. once i have made the mistake of standing up to do it. i was already on the aisle when they told me it wasn't actually time for it yet. and then i thought about the last wedding i attended before this, the ceremony's entirely in Japanese and i imagine everyone anxiously praying to get on with the eating. this time, i seemed to be the only one clueless about everything, not that i wasn't normally clueless enough. i found it rather comedic though to be found in that kind of situation. almost too sitcom-ish.

the following day, sunday, we headed the beach again though this time with all of our relatives, most of which i don't even know. there were i think some 50 of us there. weird thing was they had to bring along a keyboard and an electric guitar with matching amps and probably the guitarist too and sang along. i guessed the videoke machine just wasn't enough. with all the commotion going on, i felt kind of out of place and that's when i was introduced to some people who i hung out with the whole afternoon at the beach, very, very nice and accommodating people. looking forward to hanging out with you people again.

i could have stayed longer but i had yet to go and enroll myself for the coming semester. bummer. :P

i took the test and guess what? i am...

Which Takeshi's Castle Character are you?

some quiz

some quiz

Got this survey from some other blog

THREE NAMES YOU GO BY:

1. Egay

2. Egs

3. Erica

THREE SCREEN NAMES YOU HAVE HAD:

1. akireus

2. acire_yram

3. eggnogakireus1987

THREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:

1. Eyes- eventhough they give me away 98% of the time (dang!)

2. Complexion- natural tan, true blue (or brown) pinoy. although i must admit, i do not always like it.

3. Dimples- yeh, how could i forget about them?

THREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU DON'T LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:

1. Perpetually messy and unmanageable hair

2. Complexion- see...i can love it or hate it. depending on my mood or the time of the day or the weather or the lighting. depends on a lot of stuff really.

3. Legs- too scrawny. i never really liked it.

THREE PARTS OF YOUR HERITAGE:

1. I don't

2. have an idea

3. what you're talking about

THREE THINGS THAT SCARE YOU:

1. anything that involves me and a stage

2. death

3. intimacy and physical proximity

THREE OF YOUR EVERYDAY ESSENTIALS:

1. Bath- never a day without one

2. A dose of rock music at anytime of the day

3. Facial wash- to keep skin breakout free :)

THREE THINGS YOU ARE WEARING RIGHT NOW:

1. UP Shorts

2. Shirt

3. Pink and black slippers

THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE BANDS OR MUSICAL ARTISTS:

1. Silverchair

2. Eraserheads- the gods of my generation :P

3. Bob Marley

THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE SONGS: (current)

1. My Chemical Romance- I'm Not Okay, reflects current disposition and stature

2. Silverchair- Greatest View, just the right amount of angst and mush

3. TBS- Slowdance on the Inside, no particular reason

THREE THINGS YOU WANT IN A RELATIONSHIP: (this really made me think)

1. Friendship

2. Passion

3. Commitment

TWO TRUTHS AND A LIE (in no particular order):

1. If given a choice, I'd certainly choose to be more popular.

.2. Guilty pleasure: listening to Mandy Moore's Coverage album and secretly liking all of her films including those which sucked.

3. I can go totally out of my way to avoid conversation when i just don't feel like it.

THREE PHYSICAL THINGS ABOUT THE OPPOSITE SEX THAT APPEAL TO YOU:

1. Scent

2. Physique- yung alam mong lalaki pero hindi super pa-macho gets?

3. Face- yung walang masyadong pimples :)

THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE HOBBIES:

1. tv

2. crafts- when i'm up to it or when i'm bored to death

3. nothing- i just love doing nothing

THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO REALLY BADLY RIGHT NOW:

1. learn how to play the guitar like steve vai... yeh ryt!

2. ****

3. and get away from all of life's complexities

THREE CAREERS YOU'RE CONSIDERING:

1. Hospital Nurse

2. Nurse on a cruise ship

3. Educator

THREE PLACES YOU WANT TO GO ON VACATION:

1. Hawaii

2. Some exotic place in Asia

3. Europe

THREE KID'S NAMES YOU LIKE: (boys/girls)

1. John

2. Paul

3. George (and Ringo)

THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO BEFORE YOU DIE:

1. surf

2. sing with a band :p

3. travel the best places in the country

THREE WAYS THAT YOU ARE STEREOTYPICALLY A BOY/GIRL (whichever you believe yourself to be):

1. i'm addicted to nail polish

2. i consider flirting a vocation (haha)

3. i do get kilig sometimes

THREE CELEB CRUSHES:

1. drake bell

2. hugh grant

3. ken zhu (hehe)

THREE PEOPLE WHO HAVE TO TAKE THIS QUIZ NOW:

1. anyone who

2. finishes reading

3. this

speech disaster

speech disaster

everybody practically knows how much i despise public speaking. and boy was i too lucky to draw #1 on our class lottery (that meant i went first) even after fervently wishing and praying to get any number other than 1. i know... my luck (or the apparent lack of it) is insanely unbelievable. it's almost like being trapped in a Salvador Dali. so absurd. so entirely surreal.

i have always hated being first. second maybe, but definitely not first. there's definitely something about this whole "going first" fiasco that did not quite align with my cosmos.

maybe i hate being the decoy or maybe i hate being the one who get fed first to the sharks. basta, i hate being #1. it's just too much responsibility.

rumors are (and i am living proof that the alleged rumors are true) my speech comm professor is not exactly thrilled by those who deliver their speeches first that more often they get lower marks. lower than the mean score. and because i was first, i did get an emabarassingly low grade. well, apart from being first, i also kind of sucked. he should have cut me some slack though, being first was real tough especially if you have congenital stage fright working against you.

but here's the thing, after all the speeches were over, the man just had to, by some weird twist of events, announce our scores. i mean, come on! i really didn't mind having the lowest grade in the bunch, but you do not have to f*ckin rub it in my face! maaahn... that was so embarassing. especially when everyone else did fairly well in the exercise amd you kind of didn't.

but wait, the torture did not end there, much to my demise. gaahd, this was the worst part. before finally revealing the score, he just had to broadcast his criticisms (constructive or otherwise, good or bad) about your speech. didn't pose much of a problem if you had done satisfactorily and he has actually something good to say about your speech but if you went first and you kind of screwed up the whole performance, it was hell. duhr!!! no matter how polite you say it, it will somehow come out as "you weren't so bad except for this one tiny bit of detail... you made such a mess!". thanks a lot for rubbing it in, harder. now my confidence and self-esteem level is down to -100, great! just great...now how in the world would i be able to get through on more speech?? how!?

but i can't do anything about it now, can i? so i tried to feign disinterest and drown his voice into oblivion, as if i never heard him, although what i really wanted to do was to crawl into a hole or vanish into thin air, whichever event happened first.

i'm not against criticism. if anything, i welcome it.i'm saying this not only for bad reviews but also for good reviews as well. it has to be done in the proper time, place and context. and there's a very thin line separating critique and shaming.

and sir, one last message:

what in the name of heavens were you thinking?!

death forecast

death forecast

a quiz site tells me that i would die an average death on the average age of 67 years old, giving me less than 50 average years to fulfill my average dreams and resolve the average issues of my 40 % normal life , one of which is whether i shall use the name Dona Rosa or Dona Guadalupe, both ridiculous and equally annoying, as my Mexican name, in case i try to runaway to Mexico City from a lawsuit that involves frequently changing my name. in the less than half a century of my average existence i'd be known in Japan as Rei Takana and in Ireland as Fiona O'Conor . in pornstarlandia, i'd be Karen Kung-Fu Grip (wtf!).

but i need not worry, i only have a 17 percent chance of going to hell for being greedy and lazy. nevertheless, i'd die loved and feared by many. if it's any consolation, i'd be buried in a tomb. now that's a treat. x(

lost my phone

lost my phone

i'm almost over, about 97 percent over the fact that my phone got lost by this dude that from now on, for purposes of confidentiality and safety, we would refer to as "brother".

it's funny how when you say the same things over and over, the emotions that come along with them slowly wear off. and then it gets annoying. really annoying. so i'm not telling for the nth time how "brother" lost the phone... which negates the whole point of bloggering(TM) the whole thing. X) the thing was the phone seemed to have mysteriously vanished.

I have theories though something involving "brother" and the word "aliens".

anyway, i'm using a new number, which should be posted on demand. i reckon the dangers of posting it on a public blog such as this would be enormous. i have people running after my neck... hehe. the last thing you'll need would be neck congee on the menu.