Whattayear. Of course my affair with 2009 wasn't as dramatic as others' were, but dayum, 2009, para kang boyfriend na gago.
The start of it was full of waiting, teasing. There was the wait for the LAE results, the NMAT results, the short list of PGH interviewees, and the final qualifiers. I was also building my resume on the side, just in case. The happiest month has to be February, my birth month and the month almost all the results came out. I decided 2009 was my year.
March was of course, bittersweet. Ay wait, April ata yun. Anyway, graduation was bittersweet. I had the best summer vacation. I was also fattest during this time. wtf.
June onwards, naging gago na. Med school is a pain for the most part, because it's so different from what I've gotten used to in Diliman. It got better though. It's like a stubbornly erect tag on the inside of your shirt. It shouldn't cause too much suffering once you get desensitized, which happens eventually. What's really painful is missing the old days, which until now, I still feel. I don't know if I'll ever get over it.
However, true to the gagong-boyfriend-na-hindi-mahiwalayan imagery, it had some redeeming moments. I can't think of any right now, but I'm sure there's a whole lot of them.
K wala 'tong kwenta. Just keeping memories on file.
2010, please be consistently good. Consistency is key, k?
2010 will see a nicer Julie. Significantly nicer, enough for people to notice. :)
Disclaimer: Sincerity not guaranteed. A 21 year old can hardly be expected to just change their attitude with no elaborate argumentation.
Anyway, I'm free of load. I'm free to do anything, but more importantly, I'm free to do nothing. :)
Again, quickly, CONGRATULATIONS PUGAD! That was an awesome homecoming. I love you, all ten years worth of people you! I hope that in another ten years, we'll all still be there, taking pictures with Kuya Collins, and sandwiched between the Bucus. XOXO x XXX to the Xth!
I have a goal. Which I also strategically convinced my superefficientsupersmart seatmate to make his own, to increase the possibility of achieving it.
Congrats PUGAD! I feel so bad about not being involved in the Alumni Homecoming preparations. I promised I'd make time and I was sure I'd be able to. I didn't expect to be this deep in duties so early in my med career. Sorry! Babawi ako ng bonggang big time sa lahat.
Haha. 1999 teen.
I didn't quit!
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!
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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
Ok, now it feels like December 26. Huhu.
PS. Lord, kung hindi abuso, paki lang yung 205 ko. And thanks for last time :)
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.

