Thursday, March 31, 2011

All-nighters And Sugar Go Well Together

So today it is Wednesday and it's nearly 12 AM. I haven't slept since 7 AM on Tuesday. So that means I've gone 41 hours without sleep (nearly 2 days). I've been cramming for exams and making this required autobiography since 7 AM on Tuesday, all the while munching on M&M's and any other chocolate and sugar-filled treat.

I've started seeing things (an example would be this afternoon when I thought someone was peeking in through my window, and this is a condo on the tenth floor. I flipped out, then realized how silly that would've been: someone climbing the side of a building until the tenth floor and peering into a random window for no reason. But then again:

Anyway, I've been wondering when the hardcore hallucinations will start, probably if I forgo sleep again tonight. Hoho. That would be interesting. Oh, and after submitting all the last remaining requirements this afternoon at exactly 4 PM, my friends and I rejoiced. IT'S FINALLY SUMMER. *insert happy dance here* Oh gawd, I thought summer would never arrive. Plus, most of my friends hadn't slept a wink since Tuesday, either, so we all sort of understood how each one felt.

As a last-day-of-school celebration thing before everyone left the city and their dorms to go to their respective homes, we watched Sucker Punch. It was a mindf- movie, or maybe it's just because I have no sleep and am running purely on sugar so it seemed that way. It ended at about 9:30 PM and as we got up from our seats, I suddenly felt light-headed, actually all of us did. My head throbbed and it felt like I was floating. We looked like high/drunk people struggling to walk through this strangely-more-curved-and-longer-than-usual movie theater hallway, laughing all the way as we bumped into the walls and each other.

Okay, so I passed out after that last paragraph. Haha. The next thing I know, I'm waking up and the sun's peeking in through the curtains and I'm slumped on my desk, in front of my laptop. WAS I DREAMING? *checks clock and calendar* No, it's Thursday and it's 7 AM, and that's about right. Darn. I would've wanted to go three days without sleep. Oh well. Sucker Punch semi-film review coming up next!

Sweet dreams, 

Saturday, March 26, 2011

Mini Me

My last day of classes for this semester is on Wednesday. I still have exams on Monday and Tuesday and I have to submit all these requirements and projects on Wednesday. *groan*

One of these projects is a Prose and Pictures Autobiography: Life Development Past, Present and Future. Now, this would've been a blast if it was a normal autobiography and I just had to blab on and on about all my experiences and whatnot (because I am good at that), but noooo, aside from talking about our lives, we have to incorporate several Human Development concepts in there. I'm actually having a difficult time, but I guess I can manage.

I can't wait for Summer. It's so close. After Wednesday, I can finally rejoice and have some fun fun fun. Haha. I can already taste the sand, the sun, the sea, and the oh-so-delicious strawberry banana milk shakes. Argh. I hope my friends and I can squeeze an outing or two before I leave for Jeddah. That would be delightful.

This wasn't really much of a post, was it? Oh well. Here, I'll make it up to you guys by posting a picture of myself when I was a kid:



Wednesday, March 23, 2011

That Crazy Lady

I took a laboratory exam yesterday. I think I did okay, but then again, I don't really know. Oh Anatomy, why must you torture us so?

Anyway, after that exam, my friends and I decided to eat at Red Ribbon, a restaurant at the local mall that is primarily a bakeshop but now serves main courses with your cake. (How convenient is that, eh?) So we were talking, laughing, eating, making paper cranes and origami lotuses that looked like exploded siopaos (okay, don't ask why we were folding paper in a restaurant, it's sort of a long story) when suddenly, from the left side of the resto, a commotion breaks out and there's this woman shouting at a family about how rude they are and how she was only trying to help, etc. etc.

She was all:

And we were all:

From the random bits of information we managed to piece together (since it's fun to stick your nose in other people's business), wait, just kidding, she was shouting about the entire incident the whole time we were there so she didn't really leave much to the imagination. Anyway, the kid of the family was crying and she touched the kid's shoulder to calm her/him down (I didn't really see the kid. The counter was obscuring him/her). The dad or mom pulled the child away since they didn't really want him/her associating with strangers, I guess and then this is the part where that woman literally freaks out and goes berserk all over the place. Even long after the family has left, she's still spewing out insults and defending herself and complaining, all in her high-pitched screechy voice. 

Gawd, she was seriously annoying. I wanted to slap her clear across her face. But then again, I'm a good person and I wouldn't do that, so I stuck to mentally throwing her off a cliff. 


Friday, March 18, 2011

I Have An Ouchie.

This post may make some uneasy. Everyone afraid of paper cuts and blood should steer clear of this post.

What's worse than a paper cut on your finger? I'll tell you what-a metal cut under your fingernail. Oh, and yes, I have one right now, a deep cut under the fingernail of my right index finger. *sniffles*

Yes, I know I am a big baby but holy crap, it hurts like hell! I was tucking my shirt into my jeans early this morning when my fingernail got snagged on the metal clasp of one of the buttons on my jeans. I yelped in pain and quickly observed my finger. Blood had already started pooling under my fingernail and was starting to drip out. At this point I felt like breaking down. I am someone who is okay being around cadavers during laboratory sessions and watching scene after scene of gore in films, but when it comes to paper cuts or whatever kind of small cut, I get queasy. I mean, I even have this irrational fear of tearing my lingual frenulum. Google it if you don't know, but it's basically this membrane under the tongue that sort of helps in holding it in place. I think I would pass out if that happened. *shudders*

Anyway, I pinched my finger (for no particular reason) and the blood literally squirted out. I am honestly not exaggerating. The thoughts running through my head at this point were basically: "Oh crap, oh crap, oh crap, oh crap." Finally, I decided to place my finger under a running stream of cold water. After about five minutes (yes, that long) of continuous bleeding, it finally stopped. I sighed in relief but then, I suddenly felt lightheaded and my vision blurred a bit. I wondered if I'd lost a lot of blood and if this was my end. Was this it? However, death by a cut under the fingernail doesn't sound very prestigious. So, I sat down for a while and closed my eyes. After a few minutes of dizziness, I was finally back to my normal self.

I wrapped a little band-aid around my finger and now I am extremely conscious of it. I write with my index finger pointing upwards and try as much as possible to not type with it but I occasionally forget and I am greeted by a stinging wave of pain. Ouch. I am now going to sleep this off.

Sad finger is sad.


Wednesday, March 16, 2011

Champions? I think Yes.

So today I attended the last P.E. class I would ever take for my entire college career. (cue "awww's" here)

My P.E. subject (which as I've said, is the last) this semester is Table Tennis and I was fortunate enough to be in the best table tennis class this sem. Seriously. We won the interclass table tennis tournament earlier today (woohoo, amirite?). We were all jumping around like we'd won the lottery, even though there was no prize money for being Table Tennis Champions that semester. Boooo. However, our efforts were not wasted. Because we won, our professor announced that she would not be requiring us take the written exam tomorrow anymore. So hooray for not studying the history of table tennis and its rules and regulations tonight! After all, I'm not really interested in memorizing what size that little orange ping pong ball is.

Hooray Red Team. Congrats to us. Thank you guys for making my last P.E. class ever super memorable. This is a bittersweet thing for me. I'm confused as to whether I'm happy with not having to take any more P.E. classes next semester or sad since I'm going to be missing wearing my P.E. uniform and having that one class each week that's "chill time". Perhaps it's for the best, though since I know I'll be up to my chin in major subjects next semester. Which reminds me that I will be a college junior this June. I feel so old. Oh and as for you (yes, you. the guy with the face towel constantly draped across his shoulder), thanks for making us all laugh with your ever-changing and super animated facial expressions as you expertly whacked those balls around. Wait, that last sentence sounded wrong.

Ping ya later,

Sunday, March 13, 2011

Shiloh Fernandez in Red Riding Hood

So I recently watched Red Riding Hood with two of my college friends and no, I am not going to write a review about it because I am going to be a bit mean. Haha. (This post still contains spoilers, though)

Rather, I am going to gush about how hot Shiloh Fernandez is in it.

Images are not from the film, but from Google images.

Okay, so he wasn't really all that good in the movie and he had like one expression the whole time. Just one. He was still hot, though, slightly pouted lips and all. Plus, he really knows how to push a woman up against the wall of a shed.

I first saw him in Deadgirl, which by the way, is not a movie for family night, and I thought he was pretty interesting then (although even then he still had just one expression). I liked Deadgirl since if you looked behind the gore and the err. . .yeah, you'd find that it's actually a story about unrequited love (sort of) and how far you'd go to get your love reciprocated. Made me think and wonder if I'd do the same. Which by the same, I mean leave the person you love (who is infected with some weird virus that makes him somewhat immortal, yet a violent vegetable) strapped to a bed in an abandoned mental hospital without telling anyone and use him as I please, then probably not.

Anyway, did you know that Shiloh should've been Edward Cullen from Twilight? He almost got to play a blood-sucking vampire and ironically, ended up being a werewolf. Although I do think playing a cold, dead, soulless creature would've suited him better. Too bad he and Kristen Stewart didn't really have enough chemistry. Check it. What do you think, though?


Oh and also, someone actually got pissed at us during the film (actually, as it was just starting). I was wondering aloud if Shiloh Fernandez (when his name appeared on screen) was the Shiloh Fernandez I saw in Deadgirl and my two friends were discussing who Gary Oldman would probably play in the film (since we actually went in and watched Red Riding Hood knowing absolutely nothing about the plot summary or who the characters were, etc) Anyway, at that point, we had already gotten a few "ssshhh's" but then  I guess someone behind us finally lost his cool and asked us (well, we assumed it was us) to "please refrain from talking" in an angry, thick Indian accent. Needless to say, we quieted down a bit after that. However, after the movie, we kept bringing up the incident and laughing at it. We are mean. Tee-hee.

On a final note, if you are a pre-pubescent teen girl who loves to swoon over on-screen romances between human females and cursed creatures of the dark (like in Twilight), I'd recommend you go and watch Red Riding Hood. I guarantee you'll enjoy it. For everyone else, I don't really think it'd be something you'd be delighted about afterwards. But you can still do whatever you want. You've been warned, though.

P.S. Amanda Seyfried's eyes are so huge that it was the wolf who wondered "what big eyes she had". Haha. Sorry, I couldn't resist.

Ta ta for now,

Saturday, March 12, 2011


Alone tonight under the starry night sky,
the wind caressing my skin.
I wonder what could have happened,
what could have been.

And now all i can do is dream of all the things I didn't do.
All those things and all that time I never spent with you.
Now all I have left are memories of you and me and us,
and all those fairytale things that are all now in my past.

I once took you for granted and never really cared
about your sweet nothings and the way you lovingly stared.
But now you're gone and I never really thought I'd miss you,
then why am I here belatedly saying I love you and I need you?

Hey, I'm entitled to some emo shizz every once in a while, aren't I?


Friday, March 11, 2011

Husgado (Banahaw Post)

If you've been paying attention to my blog (I hope you have), you will know that last weekend, we went on a trip to both Subic and Banahaw. We did a lot of other stuff at Banahaw but this post is specifically devoted to my experience going through Husgado, a cave I and all of my other class mates had to pass through. Translated, it means "Judge/To Judge". There's this rumor that if you get stuck, you're sinful since the cave "judges" you. I wondered if it really judges people or if it only discriminates against people who are a bit on the heavier side (like me. *gulp*) 

Wednesday, March 9, 2011

#3 Long Lines (H)

Since I'm still organizing the Banahaw post, I decided to continue on blogging about other stuff, like mentioning another random thing about life that I hate.

So yeah, long lines. I don't really like them and not just because of the fact that I have to wait for a really long time (since, you know, I have a very exciting life and I don't want to waste time standing in line all day. kidding.), but because when it's finally my turn to do whatever it is I was standing in line for, I get all conscious and nervous. I feel extremely pressured to hurry up and do whatever I need to do in the shortest amount of time possible. Why? Because I am extremely paranoid and feel that everyone else behind me in line will be extremely pissed at me if I take too long and that they judge and time every single action I make. I swear I could always feel their judging and displeased eyes boring into my very soul.

When I'm at a fast food restaurant, I immediately calculate how much I will pay for my order and I make sure (as much as possible) that I have the exact amount of cash ready to hand over to the cashier, to save everyone else five minutes of watching me fumble through my bag looking for my wallet, hand over a huge amount of money and receive my change.

I also take all the necessary steps to shorten the amount of time I am in the spotlight when I buy groceries, use public toilets, withdraw cash at an ATM, etc. etc. etc.

Also, if anyone has ever been through airport security, you will know how tough they are on everyone. This, for me, is the worst kind of line since I have to take off my shoes, belt, watch, and anything else they'd need to scan and throw them into the basket they have ready at a breakneck speed, all the while sweating profusely and imagining all the death stares people behind me are giving.

Worst possible thing to happen ever: The security people ask to inspect your bag. OH GAWD!

"I will make you suffer."


Suuuuubbbiiiic. ♥

Hey everyone! I am back from our weekend trip to Subic and Banahaw. I have a lot to tell you guys so I decided to separate my Subic and Banahaw posts. This here's (if you still haven't figured it out from the title) the Subic post. And in 3. . 2. . 1:

Saturday, March 5, 2011


So I have a friend sleeping over right now at the condo and we're both going to have to wake up at 4 AM tomorrow for the whole weekend fieldtrip I told you about. We're both excited. Well, actually I am but she did not skirt around the fact that she isn't exactly as thrilled as I am. Oh well, we'll just have to wait and see.

By the way, if you guys want, you could go and visit her tumblr site here. (SHE PAID ME TO DO THIS AND SHE SNORES SO LOUDLY. HAHA. ALSO, IF SHE FINDS OUT ABOUT THIS "ADDITION" I MADE, SHE MIGHT KILL ME.)


Wednesday, March 2, 2011

Another Quick Update

We just did a report on Acoustic Phonetics yesterday and it went okay, could have gone better, though. I'm just glad that it's semi-over. I spent many a sleepless night gnawing on the bedsheets wide awake, dreading the day we would report. Okay, so maybe that was an exaggeration but I did dread the day it would finally come. Unfortunately, we were pressed for time and didn't get to finish our report so we have a continuation on Tuesday. Yippee. :|

Our report was discussing how to read this thing (a spectogram) and analyze what word/sentence it is.

Oh well, I'm still not out of the clear yet, though. My whole weekend is full. We have a trip to Subic scheduled on Saturday and a trip to Banahaw on Sunday. We will leave early in the morning and arrive late in the evening for both trips. Plus, we have school on Monday. I don't really know how tired we're all going to be but I'm guessing we're going to be pretty darn effing tired.

For the Subic trip, we're going to do this. The package we picked was Package F. So basically we get to do everything from trekking to rappelling to falling out of trees. For the Banahaw trip, we're going to go hiking and then caving. Plus, the cave is this sacred mystical one wherein you have to go in barefoot and the inside is lighted with candles and you have to squeeze yourself in through tiny openings (don't get any ideas), so yeah. The weekend's going to be interesting (I hope). I will write about both trips when we get back, so stay tuned.

Finally, I have some stuff to do for our video report due on Monday and the continuation of our oral report on Tuesday. I'm planning on getting them done now since I know there is no time over the weekend and I'll be too tired then.