Under The Microscope

On Yahoo News today, there was this article about microscopic images of little things (like moth wings and honey bees) and they were all pretty and colorful. Click here for the article. It made me appreciate how wonderful and well-constructed we all are, literally down to the very last detail. I was intrigued by the article and set out to research some more things seen under an electron microscope. But then I came across. . .

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A maggot. Apparently.

WHAT THE HELL? Seriously, what the hell? This looks like some 2nd grade kid's arts and crafts project gone wrong. I mean, it has the googly eyes (that seem to be popping out of its head) and everything! Unfortunately, it is real actually. Here is my source to prove it. Maggots are already gross and icky not super-ultra-mega magnified but now, I can conclude that it definitely looks much worse up close. Good job, Mother Nature.

Slurp,

#2 Almost-pimples (H)

Yes, you read that title right, I did say almost-pimples, and yes, I do hate them. I was randomly surfing teh interwebs the other day when I decided to scratch my nose, so scratch my nose I did. But then, it hurt and I got all teary-eyed. Upon closer inspection, there was a little not-so-obvious bump on the side of my nose and it was sorta red but not enough to be noticeable. It was *dun dun dun* an almost pimple. Here is my artistic representation of it:

I hate almost pimples because you only notice them when you scratch them or accidentally touch them. Also, they develop into fully-grown horrible adult pimples (so basically they are the very root of all evil). I was already starting to rejoice over the fact that my skin was actually staring to clear up and there were no more pimples or pimple marks on my cheeks (where I'm most likely get them) but now I am once again thrown into a state of misery since I have an almost-pimple on my nose and it hurts like heck and no matter how much I try to make it disappear, it won't and I have no choice but to wait for it to become a real pimple, which is when I will hastily pop it to end its miserable life. 

Wait, no. Don't pop your pimples. As if torturing you for a couple of weeks isn't bad enough, if you decide to take it upon yourself to quicken the pimple's death, it will leave a horrible crater in your skin that is almost three times harder to get rid of. AAAAAGGGHHH! Not cool, almost-pimple. Not cool at all.

Poppity-pop,

Have you ever been Double Wrong?

Talking in public.

What about it? Well, I abhor it. I also don't really like talking to people with a higher social position than me. There's just something about it that makes me feel all tense and uneasy, which is weird considering all the other shizz I do in public (like dancing in the middle of shopping malls. haha).

Case in point: yesterday. We had an oral exam and it involved having to present a painting to your professor and analyzing it while she listened and watched right behind or beside you. I practiced at home and everything went smoothly but when my turn came, I began to wonder if I practiced enough.

I started out by explaining the history of the painter and describing the painting literally (so far so good). Then I explained it's contextual meaning (my professor nodded in agreement as I spoke). I began feeling a bit relaxed when suddenly, she began asking me about the Principles of Organization, which I hadn't planned on discussing until the end and since she asked, I now had to deviate from my perfectly constructed (scripted) plan. Everything I had thought of saying began to fall apart and I half-blanked out, remembering only a few pieces of information that I had researched. I began freaking out. I broke into a cold sweat and it plastered loose tendrils of hair onto my face. My hands began to shake and I nervously began tapping my feet on the floor. She was looking at me with that well-what-are-you-waiting-for look and I just had to continue.

Everything that followed was horrible. My voice broke a couple of times and I didn't know if my heart was really skipping a couple of beats or if it was my imagination. Our professor began grilling me, bombarding me with questions and I got all confused and started spewing out mostly nonsense. I talked about the colors of the painting and how they blended together, but then she said that was wrong, and a few more half-stammered out sentences later, I began to talk about the colors and how they blended again and then my prof said:

"Okay, here you go again, talking about the colors. They weren't right the first time and they aren't right now. Repeating it doesn't make it right. You are now. . .double wrong."

"OH GAWD. Did you hear that?" I asked myself. "You're not just wrong, you're DOUBLE WRONG!". Luckily, I managed to catch myself and went on to explain the painting in a better way. After 30 minutes of torture, my professor let me go and she told me my grade: 1.5

That wasn't bad actually, considering all my stammering and shaking and double wrong-ness. 1.5 is 90-something percent or a B+ or an A- for all you guys keeping score at home, by the way.

Looking back at that now, I can't help but laugh. You have to admit, that double wrong thing was pretty funny. Oh well, I hope I can actually get over this crappy fear of talking in public. It's really sort of holding me back. By the way, here is the painting I analyzed:

Femme en Barque (By the River)

by John Singer Sargent

Over and Out,

Pampanga Trip

Oh no. I know I haven't really been as active as I'd like when it comes to this here blog but I'm actually working on that. Anyway, the reason I haven't posted for about *checks* three days now, is that our block went on a field trip to a province for one of our classes. It was actually a good day despite having spent the majority of the trip inside the bus travelling. We did watch Tangled, though and that was good. We also actually watched another film; I think it was titled Sharktopus and frankly, it was horribly funny. The acting was bad, special effects were crappy, and there were a lot of ab shots. Hahahaha. Anyway, continuing with my story about the trip, we went to museums and visited replicas of really famous places elsewhere in the country, met some natives who danced one of their native dances for us, went birdwatching, went boating, ate at a buffet, shopped for some goods, etc.

Did I mention that we had to be at the meeting place (where the bus would pick us up) at 4 AM in the morning? No? Well, I am telling you now, then. A bunch of my friends slept over at the condo and it was actually a pretty fun couple of hours. We had an hour of sleep. *groans* We were home by 8 PM, though so that was good. It was one of those exhausting yet eventful days. I immediately slumped into bed after we got home. Not before I gobbled down all the sapin-sapin I bought, though. I didn't get to take a picture since I ate it all but I googled it for you guys:

Mmmm. Tri-color rice cake (?) Haha.

Here are a couple more pictures from the trip, from my beloved purple digital camera:

Off to the birdwatching place.

Fail. My cam focused on the dirt spots on the window instead of the scenery outside.

Blurry tree.

A flock of birds taking flight.

A dead frog and goat poop. Eeeeeewwww.

 Walking around.

 Inside a replica of a famous church.

 Outside of said replica.

 Close-up shot of some random plant thing.

 A dirt trail.

 Inside the bus.

More walking.

Where we went rowing/boating. 

 Finally, another shot of my feet.

I was too lazy to take a ton of pictures. No face shots today. We all looked super haggard. Oh well. There you have it. 

Cheers,

#1 Airplane Toilet Flushes (H)

Good day, lovely readers! To keep things balanced, I've decided to start "Random Stuff of Life that I Hate". After all, life isn't all just about rainbows and butterflies. Now, to distinguish which post belongs to which category, I've taken the liberty of adding either an (L) for Love or an (H) for Hate at the end of each post. Don't you now love me for doing so? Haha. Kidding. Now, for the first (H) post:

The first time I've been on an airplane was when I was about 8 months old (when we moved to the Middle East). Ever since then, we took vacations out of the country every summer (mostly, back to our home country). And each trip takes 16 hours by plane. So naturally, you're either going to want to piss or poop sometime within that time frame. And personally, I've actually hated having to do so. Aside from the fact that I have to stick my butt into someone else's face just to get out of my seat (since I love sitting by the window), the toilet flush is pretty flippin' scary.

Oh gawd. Just look at it, mocking me. LOOK.AT.IT.

Also, I'm pretty sure the people sitting in the 2 rows behind and in front of the bathrooms are always woken up by the sound of something that resembles a sea monster screaming for your soul. Whenever the time comes for me to have to flush, I take a deep breath, close my eyes, quickly press the "flush" button, hastily cover my ears, then cry in the corner of the seriously too-cramped-to-move airplane bathroom stall, fearing that I may be sucked vacuum-style into the toilet's horrible gaping maw and presumably dropped mid-flight on the unsuspecting humanity down below. I mean, that's what they do with all the poop and pee, right?

Rrrrrr,

Obligatory Hearts Day Post

Hello all you lovely people! ♥♥♥

Isn't it a glorious, splendid, absolutely fantabulous day? Don't you just feel all this love and joy and happiness bubbling inside you ready to explode out of you like that chest buster from Alien? (Well, probably not the most romantic analogy, but you get it, don't you?) The birds are singing, the sky is sunny and all is right with the world. Here, I even made a little GIF thingy for you guys:

oh gawd.

Haha. No. *puts on serious face* So today was okay. Aside from the fact that every restaurant was super crowded and all I was seeing was red and pink and white and I had to walk home super slowly behind couples who were hogging the sidewalk and everyone was so lovey-dovey and there were squealing teenage girls and their boyfriends everywhere and people were constantly making cutesy faces at each other, it was an okay day.

I only had one class at the college today and that was good. I spent lunch with my other single friends (hooray for that!) at a restaurant in a sea of couples. When we got there, there was only one table available and we had to beat this older couple to it. Needless to say, we won. Take that, power of love! I pigged out and ordered a whole basket of chicken and mojos. YUM!

Then, I spent the whole day with my boyfriends Seikel and Zemlin (who are also incidentally the authors of my Anatomy and Physiology books). Oh happy day.

I wonder what the guy I have a huge crush on did today. . .

Err, I'd rather not think about it.

(Grabbed from Google images since I was lazy to draw my own.)

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So this entire post was supposed to have been posted yesterday but my internet connection acted up so I am now forced to post it today, a day after v-day. Better late then never. Also, I took that Anatomy exam earlier today and. . .well, let's just say things could have gone better. Eeep. Difficult exam was difficult. Oh well, I hope I did okay on it. 

Love, 

UPD day

I AM PROCRASTINATING AGAIN.

Just so you know. I should really be studying for the upcoming Anatomy and Physiology exam we have on Tuesday but here I am postin' on my blog. Haha. This will basically be an update for you guys about what's going on in my life right now. I don't really know if you care about this stuff but here goes:

We have a video report to do about human development (our group got the 13-18 age group) so we've been going to all sorts of places looking for people to interview and stuff. This morning, we went to UP Diliman (a college here in the Philippines) to look for people to interview. UPD is big and has a lot of trees and stuff unlike UP Manila (where I study) which is right smack in the middle of the city, with all the pollution and shizz.

Anyway, while we were there, we had a lot of time in between interviews so I camwhored a bit. We also ate and drank Oreo cheese shakes (which is delicious, by the way). Overall, it was a good and productive day, even though one of our interviewees cancelled at the last minute. Oh well.

Now, to get back to studying. I shall now leave you with some of the pictures I took earlier today:

Where we were earlier. That fence framework thing isn't normally there but they're setting it up now since there is going to be a college fair event sometime next week (or so I've been told).

Picture of my feet. Haha. I've had those chucks for about 4 years now I think, and this pair has been through a lot (I have 3 other pairs. haha).

Perfect day for ice cream! The flavors are cookies and cream, avocado and cheese. I know, I know, so weird. It still is delicious, though. 

This is me wearing my friend's decapitated husky hat. Haha.

Some random cat.

And finally my friend who never wants her picture taken. Haha.

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Signing off, 

#1 Potato chips and the the last few crumbs (L)

Hello everyone! This is post number one of another series I have decided to start. I already have about three going on including this one. The other two are: "my superhero journey" and "only in the ____ movies". But both of these are bound to end pretty soon. This new series I am starting shall be called "the random stuff of life that i love". Each post of this series will basically be devoted to one particular thing that I love about this wonderful thing we call life. (I'm working on making a new tab for an archive of all the series so if you decide to go through the posts of any of the series in order, it would be relatively easier.)

Well then, now that we have that settled, let's talk about potato chips. Frankly, I love them. I love how they're all crunchy and crispy. I enjoy watching movies munching on a bag of chips instead of popcorn most of the time. They're also good for those lazy afternoons when you don't really plan on doing anything much, or those late nights spent cramming stuff into your already horribly overworked brain. Oh, and I also love to have them while mashing my greasy fingers all over my PS2 controller.

These are my two favorite chips of all time. I like the first one because I distinctly remember growing up with it and spending summer afternoons at a swimming pool with all my childhood friends passing around a big bag of it when we were out of the water. As for the second one, I like it because there's a picture of some guy's eyes on it (?). Surprisingly though, it tastes really good and it really is outrageously cheesy. But I like cheese, so there.

But you know what's really good about chips? The last few crumbs that I get at by having to tilt the bag at a 45 degree angle with my gaping mouth expertly situated at the bag's opening to catch any and all of that chippy goodness.

Crunch,

only in the horror movies

This is the second part in my "only in the ___ movies" series. Now, I'm actually a big horror movie fan. There's just something about getting creeped out that appeals to me. Anyway, enough small talk, let us discuss all the things that only seem to happen in horror movies:

1) When you hear something in the attic, basement or anywhere else dark and creepy, you go and investigate alone.

"No problem, I got this."

At one point or another in any horror movie, there will always be this particular scene and as the character goes to investigate (with a baseball bat, of course, what else?), more likely than not, he/she will end up dead. Also, when they do so, they inexplicably call out: "Anyone there?" or variations of it. Geez, way to let the killer know where you are, genius. What were they expecting, a hearty: "Oh yeah, it's just me, your neighborhood serial killer, chilling down here, waiting to murder you."?


2) "Let's split up/I'll be right back"

"So once we get inside, we should all wander off on our own and far enough to not be heard"

This is actually related to number one. Why would any group want to split up? Well, sure, you will be able to cover a lot more ground but at the cost of your own frikkin' life! I'd rather we all formed a tight ball and explore in this manner. This way, there is a slim chance that the killer will be able to catch us off-guard or sneak up on us. Plus, there's strength in numbers (apparently no-one in horror movies realize this). Also, why does the phrase "I'll be right back" instantly grant you an assured death?

3) The excrutiatingly slow killer always manages to catch up with everyone else.

"I think I'll just walk slowly behind you and wait until you trip and- OH! There you go."

"I'm  walking down the street- LIKE A BOSS"

I seriously wonder how in the world the killers in horror movies catch up with their victims (who run at an oh-shizz-someone's-chasing-me-and-trying-to-kill-me speed) when all they do is walk as if are strolling through a park, admiring the flowers along the way. Either they must have the ability to be in two places at once, or they always take the shortcuts provided for them off-screen (rule number one in a killer's handbook: familiarize yourself with all the secret twists and turns of the neighborhood where you plan to go on a killing spree). I'll have to admit the victims make it a whole lot easier as well (especially the dumb big-breasted ones) when they stupidly trip and fall flat on their pretty little faces in the middle of a chase. Guess they should've learned how to tie their shoelaces after all!

4) The car will never start the first time you try.

"The killer's getting closer! OH GAWD! OH GAWD! OH GAWD!"

All cars in horror movies are crap and will always refuse to start the first time you try- especially when you are about to get killed. Then, it will miraculously roar to life when the killer is right next to your window or is already trying to break it. How convenient. Why do the cars in horror movies enjoy taunting their masters with their dull chug chug chug's?

5) The mirror/refrigerator/window scare.

"So, uhm. . .were you just standing there the whole time I was shaving my uh. . .mustache?"

I couldn't write something like this without including this little incident that always only seem to happen in horror movies. Whether while someone's looking for a midnight snack in the refrigerator, grabbing pills from the medicine cabinet, or simply looking out the window, you know there will be a jump scare right after the person does whatever the heck it is he or she is doing. I have also concluded that the killers in horror movies like waiting patiently for you to finish going through the leftovers in your fridge. Now see, they ARE considerate. 

6) Kids are (or are associated with) evil.

"I will eat your soul, you foolish mortal!"

It seems that in the horror movies, the only ones who can see or sense evil going-on's are the kids. In other cases, THEY are the cause of the evil going-on's. You can't deny the fact that they are insanely cute, though. "Oh lookit you with your cute wittle evil look" Also, no-one listens to them. All the adults run around trying to find solutions to their paranormal problems, all the while ignoring the kid holding the "Big Book of Overcoming Paranormal Problems 101.

So that's it for now. On an unrelated note, yes, I am actually still alive. I know I haven't been very active for about 4 days. School is being particularly mean to me right now. *sniffles* It's actually 3:30 AM and I have an exam later. I am pulling an all-nighter right now and to make matters worse, I realized earlier that I am all out of midnight goodies. I NEED MY SUGAR FIX, DARNIT!

Anyway, do you guys know of any other incidents that only seem to happen in horror movies?

roar, 

A mini Darth Vader and Matilda

Good day to all you lovely people! *smiles and waves*

I may be a bit late but I only saw this video yesterday and at the time of this writing, this video now has over 11 million views and it's only been up for four days. It's a Volkswagen commercial and it. . .oh, I'll just let you see for yourself:



OH GAWD. That kid is soooo cute! Plus, he's a pretty good actor, too (I'm assuming it's a he). I think this commercial was genius. I really do love it. I also like how when the dad comes home and opens his arms for a hug, the cute little Darth Vader kid shakes his head and shoos him aside so that he can immediately try and use the force on his dad's car. *squeals* So, so cute! His reaction at the end is priceless, too.

This commercial actually reminds me of myself when I was a kid. And no, I did not dress up like Darth Vader although do remember wanting a Darth Vader helmet. I also wanted Obi-Wan Kenobi's lightsaber, which is weird since I should want a red one but I liked Obi-Wan's just because it was blue (and blue was my ultra-favorite color back then). Aaaaannyyyywaaay, this commercial reminds me of myself because when I was a kid, I believed that I could move things with my mind (or the force) as well (or I could at least learn how to). Why? Well, it was all because of this movie:

It's a film adaptation of a book by Roald Dahl about a girl who loves to read but unfortunately has ignorant, uncaring parents and has a horrible school principal (but she does have a wonderful, too-good-to-be-true teacher and friends at school). She later discovers she has telekinetic powers and uses them to get back at her parents and the principal.

When I first watched the movie, I was about four years old and since I was a highly-imaginative (and highly-gullible) kid, I assumed that her powers resulted from her reading a whole lot. I wasted absolutely no time; I was all like: "Oh, it's on!". I began reading night and day and tried my "powers" out in between reading sessions. I read all the books my parents bought for me, I always suggested to my parents that we go to bookstores, I read signs and newspaper headlines, flyers, etc. I tried moving various objects including stuffed toys, spoons, forks, cups, chairs and Lego blocks. I distinctly remember I was always close to pooping myself because I was trying so hard. This went on for a long time and I can't even remember if it ever worked, or at least if I ever thought it did. I honestly can't even remember when I finally gave up trying to move something with my mind. I never did stop reading, though and looking back at all this, I'm glad my parents let me watch Matilda when I was four because if I didn't, I don't believe I would be as enthusiastic about reading (and writing) as I am today. 

So how did YOU get hooked on reading and/or writing?

The craziness is strong with this one,

2nd and 3rd awards? oyea!

I cannot believe this! I have once again been awarded! Not just with one award, but with two. YAAAY! I feel very honored and loved since I'm receiving these awards after only a few months of blogging. Thanks a bunch Kamila (who has awarded me these two awesome awards)!

Here are the awards and their corresponding rules:

1. Thank and put a link back to the person who so kindly gave this award. 

2. Share a few things about yourself. 

3. Pass the award onto some mighty fine bloggers. 

4. Inform these mighty fine bloggers that they have received the award.

1 Link to the person who gave you this award. (In a post, or in your sidebar, wherever you have this)

2. Pass the award along to seven other people who post about at least slightly amusing things and tell them. Either by emailing them or commenting on a post, etc.

4. Say seven things about yourself that no one knows. (Or at least you think no one knows.)

5. Pass these rules on.

I'm simply going to merge the rules of both awards and award them to bloggers who I think are both funny and mighty fine. Haha.

First up, seven things about me (I always found it hard to write these things):

- I was a very inappropriate kid. When I was a little kid, I asked a fat man if he was pregnant. Needless to say, neither he nor my mom was amused.

- I have this weird semi-rule when I get dressed in the morning: When I wear shorts, I must wear closed shoes; I can only wear flip-flops if I'm wearing pants. This is a semi-rule since I've broken it a few times.

- I think better at night.

- I've always wanted to be extraordinarily good at something and be all awesome and make everyone jealous. Haha.

- When I go swimming, I like to sit at the bottom of the pool as long as I can with my eyes closed and pretend that the world has stopped. 

- I actually love durian (the supposedly smelly fruit) and find it really weird that most people don't.

- I haven't pulled my hair up in a ponytail or in a bun or added clips or wore headbands ever since the 3rd grade. (Well, except for special occasions) I normally just wear my hair down and I actually like my hair messy.

Now, I shall award these two awards to: (you lucky people, you get two awards all at once!)

1) Sana Castellano at http://sunshineloveintherain.blogspot.com/

2) Furree Katt at http://thejackkybhagnaniobsession.blogspot.com/

3) Leah at http://neneleah30.blogspot.com/

4) Little Miss Big Nose at http://herbigfatnose.blogspot.com/

5) Jodie-Ann at http://musingsbyjodie.blogspot.com/

Okay, so I am going to bend the rules a bit and award only 5 people so congrats to you guys! :D

Keep bloggin'