The things I’ll miss the most

This was unexpected, really. Here I am, almost at my third year at St. Paul, expecting my duties at the OR and DR for the whole summer- till I found out that I’ll be going to Abu Dhabi for a couple of months, then California to study. I don’t really know if it’s a good thing or a bad thing. Or worse.

Sure I did have one of the best times here in the Philippines, I discovered a whole lot of unfathomable meaning in my life. I’ve learned the importance of being thrifty and conditioned myself for the hassles of traffic, baha, and the works. I did have my fun night outs, tambays where my friends and I share uncontrollable laughter over a single bottle of San Mig Light (who can blame me, I am almost nineteen).Kagulo. Hehehe. Or at school.

Walking along the hallways of the school decked in my checkered uniform and my uber
high-heeled school shoes and smiling at the familiar faces that pass by isn’t exactly an ideal memory, but heck it was one I’d wish to keep. I still wished that I had stayed but like I have read somewhere, “life is constant and ever changing”.

I’m surely going to miss my cousins, my relatives and the works. They gave me a whole lot of support and concern. I’m going to miss my friends, old and new, retarded or not..heheh..People that have become a part of my mere existence.

My brother Gino. Yes, who could not forget him? He’s like my big brother and we always hangout over the weekends. We have this I’ll-buy-you-a-frapp-then-you-buy-me-next-week thing. It’s really nice. We never really got to watch gigs together.

My cousin Johnnnyboy. Yeah, you. Hehehe. He’s like the closest cousin to me ever. He’s like my older brother when Gino wasn’t around yet. We used to hangout a lot and I’m really glad things are going well with him and Tin. I’m also gonna miss supporting him and his band-well, I’m gonna miss the band as well. Saiphra. You know they’re awfully talented and they should be famous. I’m gonna miss some of the Faura people I know too. Maybe I should post another entry that’ll be like a remember-when-this-happened. Maybe. Soon.

There are quite a lot of good memories at St. Paul, like when we were at the dorm during freshman year, I was having a lot of fun with my room mates, stealing their clothes at the bathroom so they’d actually have to run out naked, or watching pirated school scandal DVDs that made all the other girls from the other rooms gather around in front of a laptop to curiously watch and giggle. There’s also the time when we watched the NU Rock Awards and the Incubus concert and how me and Angel were so psyched to see it and not stop constantly talking about it.

I’m surely gonna miss my blockmates, since I got resectioned from D to A, life has never been the same. Like the time we all had to practice late at Mars’s dorm for our big production. And the time all our classmates supported us at our cheering competition, who mostly stayed up late just to finish doing the pompoms. I’m gonna miss a bunch of teachers as well, the teachers who gave inspiration to my studying, even though I try so hard to like the subjects, these people kept me going and laughing at the same time. Who could forget the extraordinary Jenlao? We go to the duties together with the group, well, I’m going to miss the group as well. It was darn fun at Enchanted Kingdom, especially when we had paintball extremes at rode the rollercoaster.

I’m also gonna miss the loving Barx, you know who you are…well specifically Caila, Lea, Tine, Noh, Marc, Bea and Gail. They’re also my group mates during the Defense. You guys helped me out during the really bad times and we also had our good times hanging out. I am very grateful and I will miss you guys a whole lot. And our food trips in front of the school, eating mangga, kikiyam and fishball. Oh and our ice cream fests as well. Sigh.

The thing or the person I’ll miss the most would be the person who was always there for me. The person who’s super feeling because he thinks he’s always the topic of my blog and all. The person who never fails to make me laugh even with this corniest jokes and his peculiar laughter. The person who convinced me that the world does revolve around me and even surprised me with a hundred flat tops scattered in his pick-up. The person who doesn’t care if I have raging hormones and mood swings.The person I fell for.

That is you.
Kiwi

Productive Tuesdays

I am writing this entry on a not-quite-productive Tuesday, the day after I had my six-hour shift at Manila Doctors. Yup, it was a tiring day of doing rounds and ranting profusely about why I'm having my make-up duty. Anyhow, on the topic of being madly annoyed at my younger brother for bringing all his friends to Kiwi's place just for a couple of beers or actually getting drunk I just can't seem to let it slip off. My brother is making things complicated, he should have dragged his friends here for his drinking sessions instead other places where his friends would do embarrassing things that would also reflect on me, you know...Ugh...I am just fuming mad. I just don't get why guys would want to have the every-night-is-happy-hour-night routine. For some guys who have thesis the next day, I don't think it was an appropriate idea; my rantings would further progress into a major disappointment. I even have le idiot for a brother. I need to talk to someone. Badly.

Tuesday was a very inactive kickstart to my summer or rather Holy week vacation. I woke up at half past 2 to have lunch whilst my aunts play an inevitable game of Mahjong in the dining room. After that, I watched DVDs of Ocean's 12, Mean Girls and I was bored so I watched the Bonus features as well. I so liked the copy of Mean Girls because it had featurettes which where fun to watch plus the deleted scenes. I have a major crush on Linday Lohan's leading guy, unfortunately I wasn't able to get his name once the credits rolled. More researching on that the whole weekend then.

Don't you think it's funny when you wish you've done a lot of stuff for the day, make a list of things you would think would make sense, at the end of the day you realize that you haven't done anything that would fit into the category of productivity. And here I thought nail clipping was productive. Geez, how many times have I actually said the word "productive"?

Sigh.
Welcome, summer.

An entry with no name

So much more.
So much more..
Enduring with the sound turned off..

Waaah, I am drowning in Incubus lyrics...

Let's see...Chilomastix mesnili. ugh. I am so sick and tired of hearing Salmonella shigellas and the taxonomy of every living bacteria discovered by humankind!? Arrrgh. I am supposed to pass my microbiology & parasitology report due tomorrow and all I get off google are a bunch of links that aren't very helpful. Grumble, grumble. Leave it to Dr. Solano, MD to give me the hardest parasite to research on.

For those who are still interested in reading my do-it-yourself blog with broken images on top, feel free to do so. I know the design sucks, wait, there isn't any...Ha ha. I am now contemplating on a whole lot of stuff on my to-do list because finals are coming! :s Ugh. Cheers to the sleepless nights, five mugs of instant coffee and me looking like a Mrs. Frankenstein tomorrow. Yup, life has those rewards, when your most awaited summer vacation, the time where you could chillax and take a real good rest and relaxation was overshadowed by your summer internship at the hospital. Life does suck. No bumming around the beach for me then eh?

Yes Ate Daivy, it's Niki filter profanity- sue me..haha.I miss you guys too! I wish I were in Cali this summer instead of here doing minor operation on some poor slob with enlarged testicles...what was that called in medical term again? Any how, I will try to have a blast on my own or with friends or something or whatever. And I will update this blog and post more pics. And scarf down ice cream and oreos and Wendy's Bacon mushroom melt. Foodtrip!

It's funny how I always make a list of the stuff to do for summer and I end up not doing them anyway. And it's really annoying when my cousins plan for a weekend in Boracay or something and it ends up getting cancelled which kind of sucks again. Maybe I'll just lock myself in my room and count the squares on the ceiling while listening to Abba. That could be fun. Not.