Sunglasses and a Headset

tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62598716343114202312012-01-23T01:29:00.258+08:00Sunglasses and a HeadsetI'm biting my tongue but not sitting on my hands and so... I blog up!Super Kandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488535085563459207noreply@blogger.comBlogger1081100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259871634311420231.post-52169721616769113512012-01-23T01:29:00.000+08:002012-01-23T01:29:00.267+08:00Messed up

Emotions and thoughts are hard for me to express. It's like stepping out of my comfort zone and doing some general cleaning. Waah.

Super Kandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488535085563459207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259871634311420231.post-21435753113335262272011-11-28T08:29:00.000+08:002011-11-28T08:29:16.120+08:00Dreams

I do things I like, have fun, be with people I miss. Then I wake up, Im in the same bed, same room, same city. Later, I'll be doing the same routine. This is not what I like, I barely have fun, and Im far from the people I miss. To add up, it's raining outside. I dont have chocolates here as well. FML.

Super Kandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488535085563459207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259871634311420231.post-18713252417585452842011-11-09T09:32:00.001+08:002011-11-09T09:32:52.037+08:00My Haven

A lot has happened in the past few weeks. Even so, I had my room as my shell. I bought me some journal, it kind of helps to write down thoughts sometimes --especially when you have no one to talk to. Mind thinks faster than I write/type. I'm so not into details as well. But at least I can pour out some emotions that I'm not allowed to show. I hate my self now more than ever. I still eat though (

Super Kandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488535085563459207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259871634311420231.post-23701609507320740402011-03-27T11:26:00.001+08:002011-03-27T21:59:44.587+08:00How to pack up like an obsessive-compulsive

The OC part of me is stressing me out. Moreover, me being stressed out by myself can be 1) mostly useful and 2) can not be of exemplary use as well. How to pack up like me because I'm an OC. Ugh. Make a list of things to bring way before your travel date. (You don't want to be irate thinking you've left something behind. Review your note once in a while.) Be specific. When I say specific,

Super Kandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488535085563459207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259871634311420231.post-60595056933323239302011-03-14T21:29:00.000+08:002011-03-14T21:29:51.475+08:00Express Mail 14

Not because someone holds the door open for you; reminds you to take your meal or your medicines; asks you how your day was; treats you for some late-lunch; drives you home, etc.. means he likes you. I'm just saying, don't put malice in actions. Actions speak louder than words but honey, these are the times when we need someone to spell something out for us. Act your age, for crying out loud.

Super Kandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488535085563459207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259871634311420231.post-77316867183798038502011-03-11T00:48:00.001+08:002011-03-14T21:30:39.102+08:00Express Mail 13

To _ _ _ _ _; Don't send me mixed messages. Stop testing the waters. I think this is not the last time I'm going to mail you.

Super Kandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488535085563459207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259871634311420231.post-23329190039606803562011-03-05T13:37:00.001+08:002011-03-14T21:30:15.012+08:00Express Mail 12

To my dearest: Words seem to fall short of everything. I think I can't possibly talk you out of how you think or feel right now. I'm not good with words but I wish I can hold you aaf until the ghosts inside your head goes away.

Super Kandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488535085563459207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259871634311420231.post-14122376508564216652011-02-27T01:01:00.000+08:002011-02-27T01:01:59.259+08:00Shut

There are a lot of things that I want to say. Sadly, no matter how much I want to let it out my chest, doing so is not a good option. I'm good at keeping things to myself. I am very much thankful that no Edward Cullen can get through my thoughts. :) I'm also hard to decode. :) Good for me.

Super Kandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488535085563459207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259871634311420231.post-67895497726727133902011-01-17T13:09:00.000+08:002011-01-17T13:09:45.012+08:00A Special Hundredth Post

I have especially prolonged blogging for the reason that I want my 100th post to be extra special. I thought it would be a waste to just spend it on my rants via my Express Mail series; or talk about how my day was and so on. This goes out to my Mom, by the way. Dear Ma, Tomorrow marks a year since you've been gone. I can still remember your daily struggle with Cancer and its pain. But even so

Super Kandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488535085563459207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259871634311420231.post-71939503225121680992010-11-02T23:42:00.001+08:002010-11-02T23:54:27.104+08:00Kids

I saw this pic over tumblr and it's just so adorable. Who in the world does not see it as lovely? I want to dress up my future kid/s like this too. :) Very very adorable. It made me think of the kind of joy little blessings like this make a parent melt... It made me think I want a kid now too so I can have someone to dress up and buy little mittens, little socks, little clothes, and all

Super Kandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488535085563459207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259871634311420231.post-85610043714030751172010-11-02T22:38:00.001+08:002010-11-02T22:40:44.257+08:00Express Mail 11

To Someone who got in my nerves today, I'm not from the cave with nothing but primitive things owned. I did not appreciate how you made me feel like I'm some effin moron who has not even heard (if not thought) of it. I hate you today. And maybe tomorrow as well. And the day after tomorrow. PS. I still have not forgotten what you wanted to do years ago. I'll tell you a secret. You were the

Super Kandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488535085563459207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259871634311420231.post-89064973046109632852010-10-24T22:33:00.000+08:002010-10-24T22:33:44.245+08:00Express Mail 10

To my brown truffle-colored phone: I understand you're sick. Maybe it's your battery or your internal parts. I super don't know what's wrong why you start draining the life out of you within 24 hours. I don't know what to hope for: to hope it's the battery's problem and that would suck 1,200 bucks out of my/my dad's pocket (hopefully his pocket), or to hope it's something internal like the

Super Kandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488535085563459207noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259871634311420231.post-734395818200052972010-10-10T14:15:00.001+08:002010-10-10T14:37:56.813+08:00Crushes

Funny how after many years your past crush tells you he's got a crush on you too way back then. For all those times I've got a crush on him, I thought I'm not one who will get his attention. I thought I'll never get his eyes on me. Then he told me he had a crush on me before. Mischievous fate. For crying out loud, I had a crush on you then too. :)

Super Kandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488535085563459207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259871634311420231.post-63464496729925977252010-10-10T14:07:00.000+08:002010-10-10T14:07:26.351+08:00Weekend Getaway

I had a really really great weekend. After having my review on Friday, me and Cha headed to IGaCoS right away to catch Rys' parents. Cha and I have to pretend we got there by ourselves and that we don't have any company in the resort who went earlier than us. It's for the reason that rooms are to be occupied by 3 people only (we're 5 --Rys, Cha, me, Kar, Shera). We arrived roughly 7pm. The beach

Super Kandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488535085563459207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259871634311420231.post-47692377427977046412010-10-03T11:38:00.000+08:002010-10-03T11:38:22.252+08:00Scars

One of my fave songs is Scars by Papa Roach. I love the line "the scars remind us that the past is real". Indeed it is. Whenever I look at my scars I remember how did I get it in the first place. There's this "I slipped in the rock in the sea" scar, "I was pushed by my sister" scar, and the "play" scar, the "mishandled knife" scar... And of all my scars, I have a favorite. It's small to be

Super Kandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488535085563459207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259871634311420231.post-1825335775666897012010-10-02T17:45:00.001+08:002010-10-02T17:46:50.492+08:00Express Mail 9

To the *itch who was then wearing pink and now's wearing white: Frankly speaking, I'm starting to like how you're reacting. I've been checking your profile once in a while and I can say you're pissed by what you're reading. Even if we conceal your identity in our shout-outs, you have this idea of reference. And to tell you the truth, honey, you're it. But of course, we'd still sugarcoat

Super Kandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488535085563459207noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259871634311420231.post-58629013509582056582010-09-30T21:49:00.000+08:002010-09-30T21:49:28.896+08:00Express Mail 8

To the girl who's in yellow and now (as in right now) in pink: I was just done looking into your facebook profile. Good thing we're not connected anymore (and never will be) and that I didn't get to witness the words you posted. I'm days late. So since I'm days late, this is obviously a late reaction. But I'm going to react anyways. I don't like you. I never did. Rather, we never did. I was

Super Kandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488535085563459207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259871634311420231.post-18544621475120251402010-09-27T13:03:00.001+08:002010-10-02T17:58:13.822+08:00I'm an Alcoholic

Yes, I am. I've been trying to deny this for the longest time but then everyone around me has witnessed my compulsion. And I can't help it. An alcohol in my bag is a must. It's one thing I can't afford to not have. There were these moments when I suffer from dry hands for the sake of giving in to it. Then I bought this antibacterial lotion but I just didn't like it. The other day M had a dream

Super Kandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488535085563459207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259871634311420231.post-29249823301087590182010-09-20T16:24:00.000+08:002010-09-20T16:24:15.257+08:00Music Files

Photo from here. Earlier I updated my music file folder by downloading some current songs --only my new favorite ones. I have songs from Boyce Avenue, David Archuleta, Bruno Mars (whom I just recently found out that he's a Filipino-Puerto Rican --see this), One Republic, Usher, and Jay Sean. Then I have come to realize that our PC was bombarded with me and my sister's mp3 files (well it's more

Super Kandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488535085563459207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259871634311420231.post-75671975510847920392010-09-20T00:07:00.001+08:002010-09-20T00:08:57.666+08:00MT: Only in Psychia

MT stands for Multiply Treasures. Bringing some of my posts from my Multiply site in here. Jan 18, '09 9:10 PM I dreaded school's come back. I have to drag myself to school after the Christmas vacation. "Got to face Psychia", I mumbled, rolled my eyes then sighed. During the circle, I faked my smile and enthusiasm. I don't want to put my groupmates into further anxiety and nervousness when

Super Kandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488535085563459207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259871634311420231.post-72217038727433646232010-09-20T00:04:00.001+08:002010-09-20T00:09:29.942+08:00MT: Ready?

MT stands for Multiply Treasures. Bringing some of my posts from my Multiply site in here. Oct 31, '08 10:16 PM --That's what's being asked when we're faced with some peculiar event or something of the like. I remember being asked by my CI, "you guys ready?". It was seconds before our return demonstration on administering medications and nervousness was all in our face that very moment. We were

Super Kandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488535085563459207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259871634311420231.post-40389006851393136462010-09-19T23:41:00.001+08:002010-09-20T00:09:54.105+08:00Multiply Treasures

I had a lot of blogging sites. I used to have Wordpress but it's now gone, so as my past Blogger account. And I have Multiply, it's still available but it's not updated. I remembered some of my posts so I signed in my Multiply account and found treasures. I'll be bringing some of my posts there in here. :)

Super Kandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488535085563459207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259871634311420231.post-83132403385688429412010-09-19T23:07:00.002+08:002010-09-20T00:10:10.445+08:00Woven Thoughts

I. OK, I perfectly know that being insecure is never good and so as it's sister --envy. Whenever I stumble on that, I start to ask why I happen to not have it... why do I not get as close to it... and I wonder if I would ever claim it too... and if when will that be. I'm starting to lose hope on my dream. I want to think that someday I'ma have it too. But maybe I don't deserve it after all. I

Super Kandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488535085563459207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259871634311420231.post-89337286514726940052010-09-17T19:30:00.001+08:002010-09-20T00:10:44.103+08:00Tomboy

To what I can recall, I think the first time someone commented I was tomboy was in junior high. Or it has got an impact on me much that I can never forget who said it and that I told his elder brother (who happens to be my best bud of all time) to reprimand him afterward. LOL. Thinking back, I can't blame him. I had a loose blouse and a lengthy skirt back then. While everyone else had their

Super Kandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488535085563459207noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259871634311420231.post-12866254523640698892010-09-17T19:16:00.001+08:002010-09-20T00:10:53.872+08:00Chic

At times I wanna step out of our doorstep all made up as if I'm one of the prettiest. However I mostly live by 2 words: comfort & practicality. In my few month's routine as a fresh graduate/ reviewee, I pull off with just powder and my lip balm. I dress according to how I feel like. Mostly I come to class in just a tee, jeans, and rubber slippers. :) Good thing we have no dress code. (Just like

Super Kandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488535085563459207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259871634311420231.post-90394183889919570542010-09-17T18:52:00.001+08:002010-09-20T00:11:11.545+08:00PS Me Insecure

Read the preceding post here. PS.. I remembered it's not just about my physical appearance that I feel insecure about for a lil while. It also includes my brain and my connection. Just saying. :)

Super Kandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488535085563459207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259871634311420231.post-54093010369098826982010-09-17T18:25:00.001+08:002010-09-20T00:11:19.200+08:00Me Insecure

Photo from here. In·se·cure (adjective) 1: Uncertain 2: Unprotected, Unsafe 3: Loose, Shaky 4: Infirm 5: Beset by fear or anxiety I just happen to catch the feel of insecurities lately that it made me start to think to myself the following: I wish I'm skinny. Or if not, I wish I got more curves. (Minus my spine, please. I already have scoliosis. Leave my spine alone. Thankyouverymuch.) I have

Super Kandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488535085563459207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259871634311420231.post-88663005372008667642010-09-06T21:03:00.004+08:002010-09-20T00:12:16.528+08:00That stuffed toy

The other day I saw this new game in the arcade and I liked the prizes. I like the stuffed toys hanged in the sides. Yeah right, like I was going to get one by hitting the balloon with a dart. Earlier this day, I tried it. A single try was worth 30 bucks. Since I actually don't want to spend much, I tried it only once and to no avail, I got nothing. I regretted spending for it because I could

Super Kandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488535085563459207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259871634311420231.post-19628989978310156212010-09-04T21:14:00.001+08:002010-09-20T00:12:32.875+08:00Diary

I had this lil notebooks back then that serve as my diary/journal, whatever you wish to call them. But ever since my younger younger years, I'm not consistent with writing on my diary. I found it tiring to put my thoughts into words and scribble them down on paper. My mind always had those things I'd rather keep to my self. Once I got really furious when I went to get my diary in its "hiding"

Super Kandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488535085563459207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259871634311420231.post-48701433850222364512010-09-03T21:37:00.001+08:002010-09-20T00:13:04.212+08:00Getting Bored

Lately, my life's been a routine: review classes, home, review classes, home. Seldom do I go out on my free days. I enjoy being at home actually but not until now. I'm getting bored at home. Not that I don't feel bored before when I don't have anything to do.. It's just that my Dad and my sister comes home late. (Late because I go to sleep as early as 9:30pm.) I felt like it's not far from me

Super Kandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488535085563459207noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259871634311420231.post-19561305726865940442010-08-28T22:12:00.001+08:002010-09-20T00:13:32.688+08:00Durian Yum

I used to not appreciate Durian for what it is. I can live up with the smell but I was just not into eating the fruit. My Mom used to make me learn to like durian, so as my sister and my Dad because they obviously love it. I remember days when they'd eat durian and my Dad used to buy me my favorite fruit (yellow mango) instead. Davao is well-known for its feast of bountiful harvest every August.

Super Kandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488535085563459207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259871634311420231.post-9201128039453999282010-08-28T20:02:00.001+08:002010-09-20T00:13:57.642+08:00I love my own company

The other day (or was it yesterday) I wanted to have some alone time today at a coffee shop just to chill. But I wasn't able to do so because I had some change of heart. I ended up having a lil retail therapy ('cause I just can't resist buying that lil angel) and some street-food-trip. I had a hotdog, kwek-kwek, 3pcs pork barbeque, 1 isaw, 1 probin (whatever the spelling of it is), and Sparkle.

Super Kandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488535085563459207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259871634311420231.post-34368664429290895032010-08-26T21:29:00.001+08:002010-09-20T00:14:22.058+08:00Isturyang Adik

Kabalo ko dali ra ko malain.. Imung giingon months ago --long as naay impact sa ako to kay makahinumdum gihapon ko ana. Mura lang kog walay pake pero nagbantay lang ko. I know I'm matampuhin. Sige lang, there will come a day when I get numb from all there is to feel and I'll never be Ms. Matampuhin anymore. Sa kadali nako malain, dali lang pud ko maanad. Ironically, pag naanad ko, astang dugaya

Super Kandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488535085563459207noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259871634311420231.post-74865444002101121622010-08-25T20:34:00.001+08:002010-09-20T00:15:12.802+08:00And oh!

I mentioned basketball on my previous post. And it got me thinking now that I miss playing basketball. I hope I can get back to one of my loves soon. Most probably after I do some stretching and cardio exercises days before firing up the court (basketball or badminton), else I will need to buy more Salonpas for the body aches. Now it got me thinking to have some sweaty Saturday. Hmm...

Super Kandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488535085563459207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259871634311420231.post-29399771452800976302010-08-25T20:28:00.001+08:002010-09-20T00:15:38.368+08:00Knee "pain"

Me got a new favorite. Salonpas. Haha! I may smell like an old woman now but I found the patch soothing to my knee "pain". I don't know what's with my knees I think it's more on "fatigued" (if knees ever feel that kind of feeling). So I decided to put on that patch I last wore when I got my hand slightly injured from playing basketball almost 6 years ago. Here's how my knees looks like right at

Super Kandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488535085563459207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259871634311420231.post-82319411816270014992010-08-16T21:15:00.001+08:002010-09-20T00:16:09.126+08:00"Daym! I like this!"

On one of my Fb's news, Janely posted: Did you know that love experts say that it is TRUE LOVE if you still feel the same after 3 long years? If not, that isn't love. That's just infatuation. The highest level of infatuation lasts for 3 years. And it is always mistaken for love.And I forever agree... simply because I've experienced it for my self. I'm not just talking about the time mentioned

Super Kandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488535085563459207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259871634311420231.post-16531003905453899902010-08-05T17:12:00.002+08:002010-09-20T00:16:39.346+08:00December, wait for me!

The original plan was that after my board exam, I'll head to Visayas to attend a wedding. Bad bad thing was that the PNLE was moved from December 3-4 to December 12-13. So I won't be able to go after all. :( December 12-13 was moved again to December 19-20, 2010. This time it's final. WAAAH! Just a few days before Christmas, eh? What I'm just keeping in mind is that, the day after my last exam

Super Kandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488535085563459207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259871634311420231.post-17491278171387666732010-07-30T18:17:00.001+08:002010-09-20T00:16:57.296+08:00Sick-y Me

The other day I had some aura of having my second encounter of vertigo. My first encounter was 2 months ago, if I'm not mistaken. It was horrible. So the moment I had the feeling of vertigo coming to me again, I researched and self-medicated. Haha! But I had lightheadedness til yesterday. I have to agree that being lightheaded is way better than having your whole world spinning and you get really

Super Kandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488535085563459207noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259871634311420231.post-74897287785854442462010-07-20T18:26:00.001+08:002010-09-20T00:17:14.477+08:00Value Marriage

Stumbled on something worth reading. I don't own the story below or any part of it. **** MARRIAGE When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I've got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes. Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce.

Super Kandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488535085563459207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259871634311420231.post-80824417230009822352010-07-03T21:10:00.002+08:002010-09-20T00:18:03.889+08:00Express Mail 7

To the boy guy who was part of my childhood, After years of not seeing you, in all fairness, you've become one hot stuff. Comparing you to Jacob is not a hyperbole, to tell you honestly. You actually made me feel conscious about how I actually looked like an hour ago while I was standing there talking to you. The thing is, I felt like "oh good thing it's a lil dark in here so you can't see the

Super Kandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488535085563459207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259871634311420231.post-40774435106682471102010-06-30T00:21:00.002+08:002010-09-20T00:18:19.066+08:00Express Mail 6

To ****************, I don't envy you but then there's just one thing that's bothering me... It was what I learned in school that narcissism is a disorder. To the one who's reading this now, Don't try to attempt replacing those asterisks with letters mentally 'cause I put those asterisks there just because. :P

Super Kandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488535085563459207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259871634311420231.post-12570831524005564132010-06-28T22:16:00.001+08:002010-09-20T00:18:29.829+08:00Express Mail 5

To __________, Like what I posted as a status over my facebook account: I could never be thankful enough for your criticisms... Because of those, I wanted to be someone you thought I couldn't be --someone you're not.P.S. Ok, I forgive you though you don't have a single clue of how you have offended me in different ways. I hope that your tongue would get the right kind of sharpening. I'm sure you

Super Kandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488535085563459207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259871634311420231.post-2107043937635542652010-05-31T21:42:00.001+08:002010-09-20T00:18:59.896+08:00Captured

I like how photos remind me of stories. I found a bunch of group pictures in one of my folders here in our PC. As I chose what to upload over Multiply, every picture reminds me of the moment I took those. Just like these: The Scene --first thing in the morning.. Dahil hindi nakagawa ng reflection for the day that was, sa jeep na lang gumagawa (even the jeep is moving) para pag-time nang ipasa sa

Super Kandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488535085563459207noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259871634311420231.post-80215848895167872352010-05-27T20:41:00.003+08:002010-09-20T00:19:43.017+08:00Top 6: Jeepney Blues

I've been wanting to do this post for so long, and here it is! Btw, the photo I've used is taken here. 98% of the time, I ride the PUVs -Public Utility Vehicles. Rarely do I ride a cab because I take the jeepneys. We all have our rants to share about our jeepney ride experiences but I'll list down the Top 6 things I hate. #6 May sumakay na lasing...Mabaho na nga, maoy pa, chances are......

Super Kandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488535085563459207noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259871634311420231.post-8470093904040663342010-05-14T14:10:00.003+08:002010-09-20T00:20:18.586+08:00Puppy Love

He coined us that early last year. What we had then was according to him --puppy love. For whatever the definition of puppy love (I'm too lazy to look it up in Google), maybe it was that. We were classmates in 5th grade. And as I recall now, we were classmates only in 5th grade. And I had 3 crushes then. One of them is him. He's my "ultimate crush" then. He's a bully. I'm a fighter. We don't mix.

Super Kandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488535085563459207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259871634311420231.post-4428820227846525232010-05-14T13:02:00.001+08:002010-09-20T00:20:35.893+08:00I'm a Mom?!

I am only 21 and it's not that I'm expecting a baby to come out in me in a matter of months nor have I given birth already.. Haha! Those were scary. *I actually don't like the idea of my tummy getting big... and having all those stretch marks... and that I can't reach my toes... and have all the varicosities in the world... and my whole body and face being plump..* I just realized I've got a few

Super Kandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488535085563459207noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259871634311420231.post-6735038366964692202010-04-19T10:43:00.001+08:002010-09-20T00:21:12.660+08:00That Lipstick

I said I'm going to put a stop on my monthly madness (food and make-up) but then I just bought myself that lipstick. I bought it. And I am actually satisfied of what I did. I just don't know if it's the Id (pleasure principle) kicking in or I really need it (to match my make-up for graduation) or I'm just rationalizing things. :D Scratch. I think it's the Id. :D Oh well... I bought it. And I have

Super Kandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488535085563459207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259871634311420231.post-22430935317259041242010-04-12T23:01:00.001+08:002010-09-20T00:21:23.788+08:00Monthly Madness

For the past few months I've been receiving my "commission" monthly, I've noticed that I've been splurging on 2 things: FOOD and MAKE-UP. Need I explain food? It's food, you know! :) Well, the second is a newly discovered madness. And I am tying up my hands to prevent me from purchasing another eyeliner, eyeshadow, blush-on, lip gloss, lipstick (ooh, maybe just another lipstick.. that lipstick),

Super Kandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488535085563459207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259871634311420231.post-75154906323406667372010-04-12T22:37:00.001+08:002010-09-20T00:22:06.072+08:00I Miss Mom

Started to write this one up on March 18. Haven't had enough strength to finish this at one sitting... Late post tuloy... It has already been 2 months as I just looked at the calendar and check out how long she has been away. The other night I went home almost 12 midnight 'cause of the preparations for our seminar I remembered how things were like then when Momskie was still alive. No one

Super Kandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488535085563459207noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259871634311420231.post-78659939701715804012010-04-02T11:06:00.001+08:002010-09-20T00:22:30.668+08:00"Why Gibo Teodoro?"

****Disclaimer: I do not own any part of this article. Nor do I own a copyright for this one. I just want to share the author's opinion to everyone simply because I also want Gibo to be the President. Btw, I got this from a note in facebook where I was tagged by a former classmate.**** Why Gibo Teodoro? by: Noemi Lardizabal-Dado Gibo Teodoro was never in my short list until I wrote How

Super Kandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488535085563459207noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259871634311420231.post-10222902241562966022010-03-31T19:58:00.001+08:002010-09-20T00:22:41.373+08:00Express Mail 4

To: ________________________NAPAKAarte mo. Kala mo kung sino kang VIP. You are irrational and immature. You're an airhead. And I wanna straighten up the paper clip I borrowed (in hopes that I can get what I intended it for after waiting for you for 3 hours) and prick your nose --and of course, your head full of air and unattached screws.You told people to repent and pray for their wrongdoings for

Super Kandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488535085563459207noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259871634311420231.post-53730700028031688002010-03-30T00:22:00.001+08:002010-09-20T00:22:56.219+08:00The Orange Scheme

I love the color Orange. Yet I don't like the persona behind those orange-y TV ads, jingles, tarps, and whatelse. Aside from the fact that I soo wanna puke whenever I see him with an orange polo shirt with his hair swept to the side... (Oh! And of course, how can I miss the jingle and the kids singing along?) I will certainly not give out my one precious vote for him being the next President. In

Super Kandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488535085563459207noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259871634311420231.post-22122046099533410982010-03-27T14:43:00.002+08:002010-09-20T00:23:42.541+08:00A Letter to the Mamugz

I went thru my clearbook this morning to make it available for re-use for my printed exhibit forms, and as I read what I've taken out from its sleeves, I realize one thing: I'm a Mamugz. Not just a mamugz because I once belonged to Group 3, and so the name. But I am a mamugz because I'm soo an OC. I remember Milo branded me as the "Queen Mamugz" back then. And I guess that's why Group 3 has its

Super Kandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488535085563459207noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259871634311420231.post-9582746823034534622010-03-13T23:45:00.001+08:002010-09-20T00:24:03.714+08:00Things Gg and I have learned

By some force of nature, we need to have a token and a frame for the certificate on Monday's seminar. Right after our "dance practice" (para gwapo paminawun --istoryahee), Gg and I went to Gmall. Fast forward to the time we were at McDonald's. Things I've learned tonight: 1. I discovered that that kind of wrapper can be sticked together by a double-sided tape. 2. I now know how to wrap a wine

Super Kandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488535085563459207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259871634311420231.post-27787689973519157432010-03-13T23:08:00.001+08:002010-09-20T00:24:17.064+08:00Sundae

Introducing my new love from McDonalds............ The new Fruity Blueberry Sundae, whatever. I don't get the name exactly but I definitely ♥ this. However, Caramel Sundae is my #1 favorite. :)

Super Kandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488535085563459207noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259871634311420231.post-41994503616415090302010-03-13T22:56:00.001+08:002010-09-20T00:24:37.746+08:00Let's talk "blood"

Gauge 16 needle on my left antecubital area. Squeezing some ball to make the blood flow fast and fill the bag right away to get this over with. :) Post blood donation. :) Medyo namutla ba? I'm planning na mag-donate ulit this summer. Sama ka?

Super Kandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488535085563459207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259871634311420231.post-28557645453067031482010-03-13T22:39:00.002+08:002010-09-20T00:25:00.124+08:00Twenty-one at 25

A late post. Like, 3 weeks late. :) My 20th birthday was unforgettable, so as my 21st. Feb. 24 (a day before my birthday)-- The Bugstato had a light and blooper-filled (neologism hahaha) case presentation. Then had our 4-hour duty (hooray!) at the hospital. We had our dinner together. And Kevin and Gicelle had with them a cake after being out-of-sight which is sweet of 'em. We ate it before

Super Kandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488535085563459207noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259871634311420231.post-45760641688102124392010-02-28T11:39:00.001+08:002010-09-20T00:25:41.493+08:00Stressed

Post created on Feb. 9 and posted just now. Never felt that I wanna quit everything I'm doing for the first time except for the past few weeks. I wanted to just let go of every single task or job or responsibility I currently have. The week I posted the Head Nursing post, I was planning to have an online journal of it per week since we'll have it for 4 weeks. On the 2nd week of our exposure, I

Super Kandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488535085563459207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259871634311420231.post-22436645212459370372010-01-14T21:33:00.002+08:002010-09-20T00:26:24.746+08:00Head Nursing Exposure Week 1

I hope there's something like:JOB HIRING: Head Nurse...'cause I'd definitely apply for the job. For just three days, I already love Head Nursing. First day was fine. Just like any firsts, the feeling is ambivalent. Excitement, nervousness, innocence, whatever. Oh! How can I forget to mention the airhead juniors who are so disrespectful and so

Super Kandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488535085563459207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259871634311420231.post-77870405054962433502010-01-10T20:33:00.001+08:002010-09-20T00:26:49.498+08:00The Holidays

Due to exhaustion most of the days of the holidays, I have this blog post late. Well, I love Christmas vacations. Who doesn't? I get to take a break from school (my last Christmas break as a student), get to be with my HS berx, and just chillax, hit the streets and the malls for some shopping spree. I've got to say I was broke after all the purchasing of gifts and some personal stuffs I wanted

Super Kandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488535085563459207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259871634311420231.post-39153233048007344932010-01-07T12:36:00.002+08:002010-09-20T00:27:17.504+08:00Just a Statement

I love being skeptical at almost everything. Period.

Super Kandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488535085563459207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259871634311420231.post-68799006827261986032010-01-06T21:54:00.002+08:002010-09-20T00:27:37.421+08:00Blanc

One thing I knew about myself is that I can be as apathetic as one can be. I may seem like I don't care, I don't mind, I don't notice... but heck, I do. Reining my tongue under the most tempting moments to spit out my venom is possible. I've got to say that I always use this "skill". This blog of mine has its tag line, "I'm biting on my tongue but not sitting on my hands and so.. I blog up!".

Super Kandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488535085563459207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259871634311420231.post-41909462442536340762009-12-09T15:12:00.002+08:002010-09-20T00:53:29.674+08:002014

OK. So my boyfriend wants me to post something about US. Haha! Not US, as in like the United States, but about our relationship. We're nearly 3 months together. We've had misunderstandings and all those fuss, yet we are still together. Being with him, I've realized that I am not romantic. I used to get bothered by the fact that he's too clingy for me. When I told my Mom about this, she told me

Super Kandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488535085563459207noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259871634311420231.post-86233924983941189102009-11-28T22:53:00.002+08:002010-09-20T00:28:58.150+08:00Ex-Mamugz

My final sem had a twist. I was transferred to another group --the Bugstato. After the new groupings was posted, we tried to make some requests in which was later on denied. If you'll ask me at this very moment, I'd say I'm happy with how things had turned out to be. The other "transferees" don't feel the same (I'm betting on it) because of personal reasons. And for this, I wonder why I differ

Super Kandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488535085563459207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259871634311420231.post-10282773983145907682009-11-07T23:33:00.001+08:002010-09-20T00:29:39.900+08:00Crocodile Park, Finally!

I had fun yesterday though I didn't want to go near animals even if they're caged. All animals. Hahaha! Birds, ostrich, monkeys, phyton, lizards, squirrel, and whatelse is there.. Have I mentioned the crocodiles (especially Pangil)? Sheesh. Pangil's so big. I told M that he'll be accommodated inside that crocodile's stomach. :D Really. :) Maybe he thinks I'm bluffing. And that I didn't enjoy our

Super Kandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488535085563459207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259871634311420231.post-66860236756130435822009-11-06T10:42:00.004+08:002010-09-20T00:29:51.250+08:00Crushed

Blurry water was made clear..Folds ironed..Path brightened..Dusts blown.Salty water drops soaked pillowsAnd drained the heart. Dress in black.Wear the cloak.Hide the bruises.Put on a red lipstick. Faces are buried in hands.Bury my head in the sand.Bust my ass. Drench me with vodka. Truth gobsmacked me.Pieces are told.Dress in blue.Sink in the pool of sadness. Wish on a star.Hope it'll come

Super Kandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488535085563459207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259871634311420231.post-38653634096631310062009-11-05T20:52:00.002+08:002010-09-20T00:30:16.392+08:00Down to 1

Finally, this is the moment I have been waiting for... I'm down to one --my last sem in school. Elated, I am. I wanna take pictures and create more meaningful friendships with my classmates. FINALLY. After 5 years, I'm about to take my last semester. I'll be graduating soon. (If God permits.♥) Palakpakan! :) Hehehe. For some reasons, I don't want to graduate yet.1) Allowance not guaranteed.2)

Super Kandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488535085563459207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259871634311420231.post-49749909074150928242009-11-01T02:08:00.003+08:002010-09-20T00:30:31.808+08:00I ♥ My Berx

Torn between going and not going, I decided to go afterall. My Dad gave me my money back, so I have enough bucks to enjoy my day. Ahfat III was our first stop. We were soooo full. Btw, seven out of eleven were present. RA dropped by though I wasn't able to catch her. S was I-don't-know-where-she-is. A had her review. RT, I-don't -know-too. Anyways, we had 5 different noodle soups, 8pcs siopao (

Super Kandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488535085563459207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259871634311420231.post-91812899803728396132009-10-31T11:24:00.002+08:002010-09-20T00:52:58.836+08:00Deal.. Or Deal.. (No "No Deal")

The Deal was made. M mandated that I have to be in school 30 minutes before the said call-time for the whole of 2nd sem. I hate it. (I'm just being honest here.. Hehehehe) At first, it was just 15 minutes. However I failed in my make-or-break day, that's why. The catch: If I arrive right on the dot and onwards (meaning, I'm late), M will send an SMS to my Mom saying that I was late and that I

Super Kandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488535085563459207noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259871634311420231.post-44192504232194223492009-10-30T23:21:00.001+08:002010-09-20T00:31:54.463+08:00Express Mail 3

To: My Imagination Kindly shut your neurons from all neurotransmitters. I repeat, shut your neurons from ALL neurotransmitters. I don't like how you work for quite some time. And now you've gotten more unlikeable. I can't believe you made it possible in your own realm. But in case what you've fabricated now will come to reality (like it would ever ever be possible), I would totally freak out. I

Super Kandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488535085563459207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259871634311420231.post-67074408133799574252009-10-30T18:14:00.001+08:002010-09-20T00:32:12.325+08:00Express Mail 2

To: Someone I'm fed up with How do I silence thee? Ah! By deleting thee in my list of friends in my FB account. There's serenity! :) To: Thunder You always make me startle.. Why not make a warning or a signal before you'll come along.. Ayt? (But I like you better than your sidekick Lightning. No jam.) To: Neighbor (I secretly call you "O.P." --as in overpricing) Since when have I become Mav?

Super Kandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488535085563459207noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259871634311420231.post-31404120134702869972009-10-24T22:03:00.002+08:002010-09-20T00:32:45.052+08:00My Dad's Birthday!

At Yellow Cab Damosa Gateway :) YUM!!! ♥I love my Daddy. We love him.♥ We celebrated his 53rd birthday with a "night-out" yesterday. I can hardly recall the last time I got really really full. Last night, "GLUTTONY" was posted on my forehead. My tummy has expanded to the limit and because of that I need to commode at 4:30am this morning and again before going to school. Even though I'm

Super Kandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488535085563459207noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259871634311420231.post-40307554355265310892009-10-23T23:04:00.002+08:002010-09-20T00:33:39.599+08:00Rotation Ender...

The 911 exposure was fun though I became sicker the following day..... though I have muscle pains when I walk and get up and down the stairs (like I'm some kind of an oldie)..... though I'm yet to laundry my "blooded" shirt (Sir Ace poured a whole lot of ketchup on me)..... though M calls me "Pare" by the way my voice sounds.. However if I can sum up those 3 days, I can point out ONE memory that

Super Kandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488535085563459207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259871634311420231.post-7636609582366367412009-10-22T20:20:00.003+08:002010-09-20T00:33:53.659+08:00Sigh

I just hate myself right now. Hahay... What more can I do?

Super Kandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488535085563459207noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259871634311420231.post-55688501130013844662009-10-20T19:04:00.003+08:002010-09-20T00:34:44.360+08:00How I Wish!

It is not my intention to point my fingers to anybody. This post was written just because I can't help but feel frustrated and ashamed of what happened this noon. Bato-bato sa langit, ang matamaan 'wag magalit. Ang magalit at mag-react, guilty! *Hahaha* Kaganina sa Funda Lab, naa pud si Ma'am C (--instructor namu sa amung subject). Chika chika..... Sabi niya sa akin saka kay M na mag-aral dahil

Super Kandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488535085563459207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259871634311420231.post-729679322862765652009-10-19T20:42:00.005+08:002010-09-20T00:53:54.235+08:00Not Your Ordinary Solu-cortef

Top to Bottom: (External) Light green cap. (Internal) Rubber stopper, his note, another rubber, the liquid. This is not your typical Solu-cortef. What's not in the real Solu-cortef that's in here is the red liquid and the rolled piece of paper inside. Effort. Effort. Effort. =DSoooo original and unique. Sure thing I've never ever got this package of a note/letter. And I don't think anyone will

Super Kandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488535085563459207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259871634311420231.post-34642391824630982092009-10-16T20:06:00.002+08:002010-09-20T00:35:36.140+08:00The Name Change

Ho.... I've just made my pen name. Nyahahaha! :X From Kxxx 013, I am now Sage M. Or Sage Muñoz. I adore the name Sage. (I actually want to name my child that. That'll be my child's second name. As for the first name, I won't tell you yet. Haha!) :D And that's it. No other reasons. The last name I'm now using is actually mine. So there.

Super Kandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488535085563459207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259871634311420231.post-41490300903693859662009-10-16T18:44:00.001+08:002010-09-20T00:35:56.093+08:0014/30

Erasers were tossed in the air like whoa! Standing up... Buzzing around... Twisting their torsos to face the back... Voices are loud... Time to check the papers! For a 60-40 grading system, I missed the passing mark. I got 14 out of 30. *I hope the quiz won't be recorded anyways. :)* I was disappointed with my score, yes. I didn't read and analyze the statements carefully. Or maybe I just

Super Kandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488535085563459207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259871634311420231.post-43771995733776119312009-10-14T18:40:00.003+08:002010-09-20T00:36:11.128+08:00Career... Yeah!

I want to become a doctor but I don't think that as of now, I can be one. Talk about financial matters. But anyways, I love my chosen field. Though I can actually point out some disadvantages on what Nursing has done to me. (That would be my next post in a few days... Keep posted. Haha!) Moving on, as a Nurse --OK, a future Nurse, that is-- I want to see myself being in the OR. I just love the

Super Kandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488535085563459207noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259871634311420231.post-83217227638670383502009-10-01T20:44:00.001+08:002010-09-20T00:36:53.859+08:00Peek

Funny 'cause I know myself very well. I don't pretend. (I hate pretentious people by the way.) But I know how to conceal. I may appear to be withdrawn yet I linger. Contradictions. Whatever you call it. I'm out.

Super Kandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488535085563459207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259871634311420231.post-18458111206109777332009-10-01T18:00:00.003+08:002010-09-20T00:37:10.743+08:00Missin' Mamugz

For three duty dates, I was distributed to another group (a different section). It was a Noc shift. Others call it the graveyard shift. From 11pm to 7am we were at the ER. Great. Not much action. Yawn. Whatever. I hated how I was soooo sleepy at the 1st night. Boredom was all over. I was assigned as a triage nurse. And I don't have much to say because it wasn't that remarkable. LOL! The

Super Kandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488535085563459207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259871634311420231.post-68689797554280701572009-09-25T23:06:00.002+08:002010-09-20T00:37:25.058+08:00Express Mail 1

'Express Mail' is inspired by Shob's Little Letters and Luna Moonfang's Little Junk Mails. I came up with the title because in these scribbled words, I get to shout out my thoughts.If my mail is loathsome, I'll do my very best to control and make my choice of words be decent enough. So help me God.*Names are changed to cover their real identity. Generated names may or may not reflect the person

Super Kandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488535085563459207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259871634311420231.post-45515307407646542802009-09-25T19:02:00.001+08:002010-09-20T00:37:50.186+08:00Rest Week

This week was so cool. I thought I'd end up paying 50 bucks per half day of absence yet in fact I was in all of the attendance. *And it's not that I asked someone to sign in my behalf. LOL!* Sept. 23. I was with M. *Toinx. Like, "K, what's new?".* In the morning we surfed the net with Kem, Thea, and Shobeh Gretchy. Lunch was with Gretchy and Jen. Supposed to be it was a group lunch but

Super Kandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488535085563459207noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259871634311420231.post-69086659410754032442009-09-23T20:12:00.002+08:002010-09-20T00:37:58.201+08:00Committed.

I've been single for years. There have been times that I envy those who has their "special someone", thinking and wishing I have mine too. But as I grew more mature, I've come to embrace singleness with open arms. I still hope to find my other half but then I've had enough of those self-pity moments. Singleness, for years, has already been my comfort zone. In fact, I love being single! I loved

Super Kandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488535085563459207noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259871634311420231.post-79820804396349150712009-09-21T17:55:00.001+08:002010-09-20T00:38:09.725+08:00Caramel Love ♥

Last night, my family and I went out for a night stroll. Our last stop was at Mcdonald's Damosa. And for dessert, I had caramel sundae. Mwah! One sure way to make me happy! ♥♥♥

Super Kandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488535085563459207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259871634311420231.post-87782401505885274812009-09-20T14:14:00.002+08:002010-09-20T00:38:55.786+08:00A Message in the Bottle

*Photo taken by yours truly via my ever ever dear cellphone. :)* Whew! It took me quite some time before I finally finish this "mini-project" of mine. In case I forgot to tell you, once I get my hands on something, I get OC-fied. For the finale, I settled to have a bond paper rolled instead of a yellow. Plus, the paper inside the bottle was the nth paper I've written on simply because I want the

Super Kandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488535085563459207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259871634311420231.post-62032530098713579092009-09-17T17:10:00.002+08:002010-09-20T00:43:22.102+08:00New URL. Same Old Author :)

From being apatheticallysweet, I am now loveintoxicated.There are a million reasons why I am *and I've realized* that LOVE pours in my life. OK, a million is overrated.. But hey! I've got My Maker. Talk about unconditional love. Mom and Dad. Though we're not grand and ever-rich.... they may not be the perfect parents but for me they're the BEST. Though I used to flinch because my Sister loves to

Super Kandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488535085563459207noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259871634311420231.post-90810130774335748702009-09-16T19:21:00.002+08:002010-09-20T00:40:02.662+08:00Buzzzzz

Not-a-secret: :)I'd like to make a toast. And this is for Shobeh EIC --Janely! Congratulations for your first Clarion ish as the Head. :) Mama is proud of you... so do your Dada and your siblings. :)- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - A secret :) I want to write it up here and express myself. And yet the part of me that says "there are some things that

Super Kandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488535085563459207noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259871634311420231.post-63632545044895223182009-09-12T10:18:00.004+08:002010-09-20T00:40:41.183+08:00A Stupid NCP

Below is a Nursing Care Plan made by the one who's beside me now. He made it last night out of nothing-ness. HAHA! Again, this is just for laughs. He's generally sane. I can assure you that. LOL -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- S- “Gina tubol ko sugod atong nag dako akong tiyan mag lisod ko ug tindug,

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I still can't forget how the entire Emergency Room stinks. Smells, rather. Yesterday they had their "general cleaning". Oh how we wished they also had the Observation Area cleaned. CIU (I forgot what this stands for.. Haha! Oh. It's Crisis Intervention Unit. Thanks to Gg.. Haha!) and the Treatment was cleansed and "scented" with Apple Juice (as Miguel said it was). Various cases were present.

Super Kandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488535085563459207noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259871634311420231.post-29845584200039713362009-09-07T15:12:00.002+08:002010-09-20T00:41:22.350+08:00Oh-See

OC \oh-see\ n, abbr : Obsessive-Compulsive It's more than just a word. It's what I am. I remember being called one when I was in my high school years. And bottom line is I didn't like it so I shrug it off like a loose hair in my shirt. I can't understand why my friends think I am one. What I annoys me as an OC and yet I can't help it: > Once I get my hands on a project or an assignment

Super Kandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488535085563459207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259871634311420231.post-65133762927229835622009-09-07T13:42:00.003+08:002010-09-20T00:42:08.928+08:00Pirti

I chose to write this post by incorporating the dialect (Bisaya and Tagalog) just so to feel the story better. Hehehe. My apologies to those who can't understand this much. Sometimes the essence of the story is well-kept when not translated. Note: Names have been changed. Around 6:30pm last night, I heard Jill call her 10-year-old (just an estimation) daughter Cherry in the street. Her voice

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At times I prefer to know nothing at all. "What you don't know won't hurt you", so they say. True enough for times like these I guess. Being in the medical field, we were acquainted quite well enough with abnormalities and diseases (lecture-wise and actual). I've absorbed these encounters. What sucks the most is that I've learned a lot and I knew things that crushes my heart into dust. Faith.

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My mom has been diagnosed with rectosigmoid cancer in January (if I’m not mistaken). She had the tumor removed in March. It’s stage II by the way. At that time, the doctor has not advised her to undergo chemotherapy. I guess it was in May when she had her schedule for barium enema (for the purpose of knowing if she can have her colostomy closed already). Good news is that she can have her

Super Kandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488535085563459207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259871634311420231.post-86673853807232890072009-07-18T12:49:00.004+08:002010-09-20T00:44:40.989+08:00Apathetic.

I know I am. I know I can be. I know I can be not. I want to expound on me-being-apathetic-at-times but right now I just can't because I still got an exam on History and the bell is about to ring in a few minutes. I promise I'll explain this further the next time. Til here for now.

Super Kandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488535085563459207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259871634311420231.post-57234856269283949692009-07-07T09:44:00.003+08:002010-09-20T00:44:59.428+08:00Universal Remote Control

After chatting with a friend last night during our duty hours ('cause basically it was close to saying there was nothing to do at all for 8 hours) , I asked myself "Where was I? Where have I been?". Bottom line is, I missed a lot about my friends' lives. As she was elaborating on things, she was astounded that I don't know the latest news. "That was in summer, didn't you know that?", she told me.

Super Kandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488535085563459207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259871634311420231.post-72233230197131635522009-07-03T21:01:00.005+08:002010-09-20T00:45:28.794+08:00Toxic

We were assigned at the ward for this week. Unlike last week, this week's duty spelled t-o-x-i-c --for me, that is. The wing was almost full house. I had 2 patients. Fair enough 'cause we all have the same fate. The difference was that one of my patient had a biliary drainage tube and a jejunostomy tube in her abdomen. Honestly, I already sensed the toxicity. Yet on the back of my mind I know

Super Kandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488535085563459207noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259871634311420231.post-34841273371539770742009-06-28T10:31:00.003+08:002010-09-20T00:45:45.984+08:00Zipped

I was about to materialize a thought I have in my mind. Later I realized it would be best to let my thoughts be private. I may have let out what I think and how I feel but at the end of the day, there's nothing I can do to stop it nor change it to be in favor of what I wanted and how I wanted things to be because all I could possibly do is to watch over. You won't hear anything from me, I promise

Super Kandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488535085563459207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259871634311420231.post-92190341871285236282009-06-24T20:49:00.003+08:002010-09-20T00:48:35.404+08:00S is for Shallow

I can feel them giving me the cold shoulder..... And I think I'm starting to get enough of it. It's just so damn piquing when you are trying your best to patch things up and here they are still lingering with the past mistake. Okay. I understand the fact that they are actually pissed off that I wasn't able to join them in their beach outing. Fine. But I hope they should at least try to understand

Super Kandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488535085563459207noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259871634311420231.post-88723678177032989532009-06-20T21:26:00.003+08:002010-09-20T00:48:50.060+08:00Okay....

First week of school went well. Or because it ended up well afterall. (Just scribbling something.....)

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