You know you've made the right choice if years after, you still choose it everyday. Naks, parang kasal.

The past few months have been some of the most emotionally charged for me. I'm glad that part's over, not because it was hard (and it was, haha), but because now I can move on to another part - coming through with the promises I made.

If years from now I hear something like the first line from any one of them, then I'd know I did my job right.

Congratulations, good luck and enjoy! :)

I just took a crap and I feel awesome. I really thank the Lord for good bowel movement. I'm so blessed. This definitely counts as one of life's precious little miracles. 

Med school has taught me to appreciate normal bodily functions. I can't fault those who take physiology for granted, it's only humanly expected. But med just really gives you a different perspective, that backstage pass to life, which makes the smallest details of living so vividly brilliant and beautiful.

Thank you God for another year. 

It's funny how very few of the things I predicted would happen on my 22nd year actually happened. I overestimate myself sometimes. Lol. But unlike me, the Universe doesn't disappoint. The more random, unexpected gifts are the best ones. :)

PS. Marielle Dado, it's not even my birthday yet in this time zone and yours is already decidedly the best birthday greeting this year. 

Low yield is low yield. There's no explaining away the senselessness of relentless investing on what would surely turn out to be a bad case of optimism. YAKMEGANON. Pharma is one such low yield endeavor. Therefore, ayaw na kitang iendeavor.

Sheeeeeeeet. Pagod na 'ko. Wala namang nangyayari sa'kin na value adding. Lowfrickinyield.

Hahaha I never thought I'd fall victim to something I once thought was completely avoidable. My mind is dead and it's dragging everything else to hell with it. EMOOOOOOOO. Lol.

I just thought I'd be better at this. Actually, I thought I'd be the best. EH KASO. Ughhhhhhh I hate thinking.

PS. Thanks Lei and Papo! I loved spending the day with you guys. I wish we were all still Marco's age. Hahaha

&*$#!(@*>?{!

First of all, BACOLOD. Wow, I wasn't expecting that.

Second, in the words of my beloved PCD,

"Be careful what you wish for
Cuz you just might get it
You just might get it
You just might get it"

I'm scared. Twice I wished (in a perfectly concealing metaphor, of course) for something of this nature and twice it came true in less than half a year. That's hardly enough time to change your mind about something relevant. Daym. If I was a Heroes character, I'd be Wishful Thinking Girl.

I don't like Noynoy and I still find it hard to dissociate him from the balding, beer bellied image of Homer, but thank God he ran and won 'cause it looks like the country would be voluntarily throwing itself at the heart of another Eraption had he not. And not only did my darling Bayani trail behind his less cute competitors, frickin' Binay is heading the pack. I'm so agit, I can want Mar for the position. As for the senate, it shall be composed of the same old mounds of shit, like the human race knows no learning curve. I can read "disaster" in neon lights. If I continue writing, I may just rupture one of a dozen aneurysms formed over the campaign period.

Anyway, my bigger, more immediate and more selfish problem hovers over my head. How will I survive this week? I hate being jobless at 22.

I'm chillin' like the bottle of beer I'll be having in about two minutes, and I have no better other excuse than that I really, truly, superlatively, do not care. :)

Happy Easter!

(I have a feeling I'll go back to this in a few days and cuss the dye off my hair in deep regret.)