In the 1999 teen movie Jawbreaker, Courtney and Marcie told Julie to "Learn it. Live it. Love it."

Haha. 1999 teen.

I love being at home with nothing to do. I love being in Diliman with nothing to do, too. In fact, I love being anywhere with nothing to do except Manila. I can't wait to not hate Manila so much. I have a feeling the time is coming soon. :)

After going through countless drowsy mornings and sleepless nights, twenty pounds of readings, lots of money, four boxes of Nescafe 3-in-1, (I forget how many) bottles of Redbull, half a year off my life's worth of nicotine, eight  highlighters and a tube of mascara (and zero final exams, yahu!), I'm done with the first sem of med school.

I didn't quit!

This is what I get for being sofuckingwitty. Ako na'ng na-usog.

Still, it's the funniest thing ever. Tetralogy of Faillot.

Btw, I almost ticked one off my list of odd procurables. Banker's lamp! But the only one left had bubbles on the shade. Not perfect. Won't do. 'til next time!

Muntik na. Thisclose. Busog na busog na 'ko sa pride. Pwedeng tumigil na kakakain? Pero parang ang dali nalang niya gawin. Gluttony.

You were the first of my many gay crushes. Thank you.

Dahil mas masarap mag-invest sa pwedeng i-harvest.

Relief goods ka ba? Gusto kita i-pack eh.

HAHAHAHAHA. I DIED.

Edit: I think I found my HUGE SACK OF RICE. Or my box of Ligo. OMG. LIGO. Only a true packer can understand the joy of packing and re-packing Ligo. I miss you Elora.

On Bandila tonight:

Reporter: Ano bang gusto mo 'pag laki mo?
Carlo (nasalantang bata): Pulis po
Reporter: Ah, pulis? Bakit naman?
Carlo: Para po makatulong sa magnanakaw.

Ok, I know Carlo meant to say an entirely different thing, pero natawa 'ko.

I'm scared. This Pepeng, I'm starting to believe PAGASA. The ants are in a panic. I've been killing ants with a piece of cardboard for fifteen minutes now.

Because I have this vague childhood memory of hearing a Church official defend accepting donations from corrupt officials (or was it gambling money? Can't remember, vague memory nga eh) by saying that Jesus said that it's ok to accept donation even from the devil himself if it is for the benefit of the needy, I try not to consider ulterior motives in the relief ops for Ondoy. I myself went there to ease the guilt of not doing anything, not out of pure altruism. However, one cannot be expected to not get annoyed by people declaring done and will-be-done good deeds on fb and ym, if one is constantly online to check fb and ym (one AKA ako). But, like Jesus supposedly said, it's ok. This is specially true now, with that Ondoy leaving our nation all tattered and torn. Action excuses intention these days, and that should be ok. I mean, us flawed need some reinforcement to keep us going. Sabi sa Psych (dahil hindi BS ang BS ko), kahit social reinforcement (in the form of imagined affirmation), ubra na. And that's ok. God I hope I can make myself more patient.

Pero teka, yung pagpropromote ng movie by saving your co-star (and your co-star alone, nevermind the fact that a baby, a 70-year old man two houses away, and a few more can fit your fucking speedboat), tangnangyun. Shameless plugging has never been so shameless.

Like I said a year ago, I fucking hate the Gutierrezes.

We finally got our phone line and internet back so now I'm a little less lost as to what's been going on with my friends down where it floods. For those I can't reach yet, I super pray to God they're fine, just impossible to contact right now (omg Aleya, papatayin kita kung ayaw mo lang pala magreply at sumagot).

Please God, unclog the drainage we humans have skillfully plugged with our candy wrappers, and let our asphalt suck in the water your trees would've readily absorbed hadn't Bayani decided to pluck them out of Katipunan.

For posterity :)

Today, I saw my first med failure. FML.

Thank God for stupid and all too familiar movies like Sorority Row, and my TV shows that are all back on the same day. I'm feeling better already, and all the psychoactive joy I had to indulge myself with was a cig.

PS Seriously, a little consistency please. Labumo.
PPS I miss my friends back in Dil. AKA the ones I'll see this Friday if things don't get fd up. AKA the ones I'll eat cake with if a certain test turns up negers. AKA kinuhanan ko ng AKA and my favorite newly whipped.

I feel stuck and out of options. Which is being stupid and ungrateful, 'cause I kindovalmostalways get what I want. It's just that now, there's not a dangling sparkly thing at the end of the room to reach out for. I'm motionless.

OK AKO NA EMO. HAHAHA.

And to Lil Sis. That cake will be ours to take. You've no idea how much I love ***b**y *h***r*. I think two other people will get this one. Oh morals, where in this long, bumpy, potholey journey have I neglected to strap you in? Come after me! Ornat.

Btw, I hate robots. They're smart, efficient, focused and useless without electricity.

And I love 500 Days of Summer. I know, not something I'd usually go for, but hey, I also wear flats now.

Congrats to everyone who had a great weekend, but a special shoutout to those she who had a specially special weekend. I think you know who you are. :)

R10t was awesome! Congrats PUGAD! Happy happy birthday! I hear big money was raked in, so congratulations to our beneficiary too!

Ok, now it feels like December 26. Huhu.

PS. Lord, kung hindi abuso, paki lang yung 205 ko. And thanks for last time :)

Walang pasok sa Lunes! Oh my God, binigay Mo talaga. We were all so busy preparing for Lady Med (and celebrating, too) that we almost (of course, we can't completely) ignored the big, high mortality Biochem exam on Monday. But no, no Monday. No Biochem!

Because of the unexpected and very welcome holiday, I have time to watch Crime Investigation, and yeah, it's still on. It's scary how smart murderers can be. There's this one where a funeral home owner  hired a guy to be his errand boy, intending to kill him eventually. The plan was to buy insurance policies for Errand Boy with him, his wife and two of his employees as beneficiaries. They murdered Errand Boy and tried (and obviously failed) to make it look like an accident. They were gonna get a total of $980,000 from the 9 insurance policies on Errand Boy. It's like the Witch fattening Hansel and Gretel up with sweets so she can eat them. Or like farmers, with pigs, for the porkchop I'm having right now. Anyway, basta kadiri okay. Funeral home owner wasn't fictional like the Witch, nor Errand Boy delicious like my porkchop. Izwrong.

It gives me slight discomfort to call it a metaphor because my grade school English teacher made it very clear to me that the difference between a simile and a metaphor is the use of "like" and "as" in similes, but I never got the time to research that and anyway that's not the point...

It's like marrying your second choice.

Of course I don't know what that's like yet, but I bet I'll find out (I'll marry twice 'cause that's what hip career women do). I'll come back to this to confirm it.

Apart from a little verbal exchange with my dad and the hassle of having to write this using my iPod (laffy still doesn't have a reliably working charger), the weekend's been good.

PS I really need a TV at the condo. ABS is adding a horror series to its Primetime Bida.

You better pray to the God you so often talk about (you fucking zealot) that I forget about you five years from now, when (and not if) I get solid evidence that I am better than you, your children and all of your children's children could ever hope to be, which I could (and would) then shove up your would-be wrinkly lopsided ass.

On a lighter (although none more positive) note, GRABE ANG SCARCITY. Before you can even think about taking the shot, the target's already occupied by a dart that was faster (or luckier) than yours. Oh Universe, how you play with me and my fragile little blood pumper. Hahaha

And on an even lighter (and still nothing more positive) note, TANGINANG BIOCHEM. Dalawang araw na 'ko sa metabolism of carbs pero nasa kalahati pa rin ako ng trans. Whyyy. "Slowly but surely", Jam would say. I definitely got the "slowly" part down; the "surely" still evades me.

I'm suffering from the ocular equivalent of (non-pathological) stuttering. Hahaha whattamouthful for something that can be expressed in plain kalyeng Tagalog as n**o*o**e. I'll buy you something if you can guess what this is. :))

I hope that security guard who let us park in the hp slot this afternoon still has a job after the hp slot owner caught us parking at the very spot. I'm sorry to be one of those people who forget that security guards have actual jobs they can lose if they give in to petty bribes and empty threats. I miss you, Kuya Collins!

Watch a slasher film with a bunch of med students (intarmed for more power). Bawal sumuspension of disbelief? Haha. And no, I don't think five seconds in a microwave oven can blow up your skull.