Friday, December 31, 2010

A Stinky New Year's Eve

Figuratively and literally.

Have you tried smelling fresh meat? How about a butcher's hand? Well, I do, 'cause that's what I smell like (all over). Just like Christmas eve, New Year's eve is a hit seller for meat vendors, like yours truly, in the market, only better. Yes, my hands, my shirt, my pants, my hair, my arms, I in general, are covered with blood and meat "juices" all over. But I am proud of this stinky smell, 'cause this is the smell of our income, our money in short. And I am very proud that I was a part of this blockbuster event (I woke up at 5am this morning just for this!) to help my parents out.

Fortunately, we were able to sell everything out, but on the other hand, we don't have food for Noche buena. Huhuhuhu. We don't even have fireworks to light up, well, I don't really think it's wise to waste and burn money on fireworks. My New Year's eve is not a typical one, no bonggang handa and paputok. But I think that the most important thing about welcoming 2011 is to have my small family happily together. Hearing good music, seeing cool fireworks and wearing fancy clothes (even there's no one to see me lol) come along as well. :P

Wednesday, December 29, 2010

An Old Italian Wish

"Vive bene. Spesso l'amora. Dirisata molto."

Live well. Love much. Laugh often.

Teeth & Tubes

I can't blame myself if the word Tubulidentata crossed my mind this morning after taking a quick bath (brushing my teeth, too). It sounds like tubules + dentin, yes yes? I thought of "teeth tubules" the first time I heard the Order Tubulidentata from our Comparative Vertebrate Anatomy class, yes, I know I'm weird. According to some write-ups, it was classified as a member of the Order Xenarthra (or Pholidota by some), but it was separated due to its unique habits, appearance and diet. Another reason is that it is an ungulate (hoofed animal). So here's a quick taxonomy of the Order Tubulidentata.

Kingdom: Animalia
Phylum: Chordata
Class: Mammalia
Infraclass: Eutheria
Superorder: Afrotheria
Order: Tubulidentata

Aardvark, a medium-sized, burrowing, nocturnal mammal native in Africa, is the only living species of this order. It is sometimes called anteater, antbear or Cape anteater.

Family: Orycteropodidae
Genus: Orycteropus
Species:
O. afer

Monday, December 27, 2010

Déjà vu

The same old story is repeating itself. Please, I don't want it to happen again. No more expectations, no more heartbreaks. It may not be the exact same story, but it's somehow the exact same feeling, only lighter, 'cause the first one was awkward, very very awkward, but it never came to a point like this. Now, I don't know what's better. GAAAAH! I need someone to talk to about this. How I wish that person and I are still close (and often talked) just like before. :))
Everything in this fucking world takes time. Yes yes, slowly but surely.

I'm Dying

Yes, that's right, you've read it correctly, as of this moment, I am dying. Can't take it anymore, I want changes in my life 'cause I'm already too tired.

Too much drama. But hey, don't overthink. I am dying, as in hair dye, though what's written above is true, I badly want some change. :)) Since I can't wait till tomorrow to get my hair dyed, I'm having it dyed right now. Teeheehee~ :"> Too excited, I hope this turns out well. :)) If not, then it's time to /wrist. Huhuhuhu. :'(

Sunday, December 26, 2010

You know what's funny?

It's a word. TEEHEEHEE~ >:))

Thanks to you...

...I felt how it is to be loved, I felt something different burning inside and I felt how hard it is to hide and mask the pain and tell no one how much it hurts. You INSPIRED me, thank you. I wish you knew, but then sometimes I don't, 'cause I will never be able to stand the pain to see you like that despite of knowing how I felt all along. "Loved" you and fuck you. No sarcasm intended, boy.

SCHEDULE :)

I've scheduled my holidays like this:

Dec23-27 - Help out in our shops
Dec27 night - Have my hair cut! (probably)
Dec28 morning and night - Help out in our shops
Dec28 noon - Have my hair colored (by myself) :">
Dec29-Jan1 - Help out in our shops and probably be a kargadora again
Jan2 morning - Help out in our shops
Jan2 noon - Buy "gifts" for some peoplez :))
Jan2 night - Party (not sure though)
Jan3 - Back to school

Well, I hope everything goes according to plan. Teeheehee~

Holiday Productivity!

Sorry, but I'll be expressing my narcissist side. Yes yes, because I am very proud. :))

This yuletide season, I was productive, is productive and will continue to be productive. Instead of being the usual slacker during holidays, I am different this Christmas. Aside from being our RTW shop's kargadora, I am now officially a part of our meat shop. But no, I am no butcher, only a cashier and tagabalot. I tried so many times to be a small-time butcher, but no, my strength can't take the knives and the meat.

I'll wake up at 6am, bathe, head straight to Cellphone Repair Shop, switch to meat shop and stay there until our lunch is ready. I think it started on December 23, two days before Pasko, and that has been my daily routine up to this date and most likely until New Year comes. Yes, it is indeed tiring, imagine me standing from 7am to 2pm, especially on Christmas eve and it'll be more tiring on the 31st of the month. During those times, I'm like a Santa, granting the buyers' pamasko or tawad. Daily, as I arrive home, at around 10pm or 11pm, my legs feel numb and my body restless. The other day, I felt great pain in my left leg, the next day, my right leg. My left ankle is still swelling and I'm thinking of putting Salonpas on it. Oh well, I guess I just have to live with this lifestyle at least before classes resume. At least I'm not wasting much time, the best part is that I'm helping my parents with our businesses. :)

Wherever you go, whatever you do...

...I will be right here waiting for you. The same old lyrics I repeatedly hear from the radio lately this yuletide season. Quite irrelevant, eh? Right here waiting by Richard Marx, if I'm not mistaken. Why this among all other songs? 'Cause this is my mum and dad's theme song, according to my mum, though I'm not sure if my dad really cares. :))

Instead of greeting everyone a merry Christmas, I'd rather greet Jesus a happy birthday! :)

Friday, December 24, 2010

It's now too late for me to realize that it did not sound right.

10 things guys wish you knew

by Ian Somerhalder

  1. When a guy dates an intelligent woman, he thinks about all the things he has done wrong and whether or not he deserves her.
  2. Bad boys can be reformed. They act that way for a certain reason. If you get to the bottom of that, you can usually understand them.
  3. Lots of guys lack manners. Just know that those of us raised to open doors for women notice that they’re lacking and try to make up for it.
  4. Guys are attracted to a girl who looks comfortable. If she is wearing sweats and is comfortable, it’s sexy.
  5. A busy schedule isn’t an excuse to let a relationship fail. When a relationship is special, we find ways to be there.
  6. Men are intimidated by smart women. They make us want to kick up our game a little more.
  7. Don’t tell a guy you’re fine when you’re not. Just tell us what’s wrong. It’s easier that way.
  8. Texting shouldn’t be used as the primary way of communicating in a relationship.
  9. We understand the pressure that is put on women about how they look. We know it’s unfair.
  10. As men get older, we realise you can’t just live for yourself. It takes us a little longer to come to that point, but we do get there.
"Your friend is the man who knows all about you, and still likes you."
- Elbert Hubbard

My Christmas

Yes, I’m a Christian, but I’m no Catholic. My religion doesn’t celebrate Christmas, but no, I’m not against celebrating it ‘coz I see it as a “partying holiday” for the believers. Seeing people excited about the upcoming holiday excites the bones in me, too. I admire beautifully Christmas theme-decorated houses. I’m not really into gift-giving, as I have this Ilocano trait, being kuripot, rushing in my blood. But I really love it when stores are in big SALE. Anyway, it was the first time I got really kilig about buying a gift for someone. No, I don’t like the person, probably because I was into Christmas that time. :))

Plus, one night, on my way to church, I adored the houses we passed by ‘coz they were beautifully decorated. Then, I also saw a pitbull with a Christmas lighted-collar. Too cute for a ferocious dog. :))

This is the first Christmas season that I’ve been this excited, though I wouldn’t really have this excitement in me for long. But now that it’s already Christmas break, I guess I’ll celebrate my cold Christmas with my laptop and computer games. I know, it’s too boring, but that’s what I do every year. :))

Anyway, advance merry Christmas everyone! Enjoy the holidays (and the break from those shitty books)! xo

Networking Communities

My Top Networking Sites and Why I Use Them:

TWITTER’s like the streets, where you hear a lot from different people.

FACEBOOK’s like the mall, where there’s a lot of things to choose from.

And, TUMBLR’s like the school, a really really good school, where you see and learn lots of COOLsubjects” and stuffs, from really COOLprofessors”.

Well, this one isn't really a networking site,

but BLOGGER's like the home, where you're free to do anything you like expressively, as your true self. :)

- So true. :)

Thursday, December 23, 2010

This Christmas...

December 25, 2009: I gave you my heart.

December 26, 2009: You gave it away.

To save me from tears...

December 25, 2010: I'll give it to someone special.

Christmas "Shopping"

It's December, Christmas season and season for gift-giving, (and no, I did not intendedly shop for myself) so I am back to my old lifestyle, the kargadora lifestyle. Since it's one of the best seasons of the year, mum takes advantage of it and buys a lot of stuff for retail. As usual, I always accompany her as her kargador, buying stuff for kids (blouses, skirts, shoes, etc.). In fact, my arms are still aching because of all the stuff (they were heavy but I should not say so 'cause it'll be a bad luck for the business) I carried yesterday. Though it was fun shopping with mum, 'cause I was able to buy 4 new shoes and 2 dresses. One reason to be really really HAPPY. Good way to start my "pay" for all those load. :))

Maybe this is the reason and season behind my work outs and "body-building". Well, I'm quite sure that I am not working on my abdominal muscles, biceps and triceps just to be a "professional" kargadora of our shop.

Saturday, December 18, 2010

Playtime's Over

It's been four years now, if I remember correctly, and memories in my head always seem to be fresh. I don't know what it really was back then, but I am sure, very sure that even for at least a moment I became true to myself, though not in the presence of others. I knew I like you. We were young, and I was so boyish (and probably immature) that I thought I'd never learn to like you. But guessed what, I did, but no one knew. I know it's tragic, but that's just how I am. I deny, all of the time, 'coz I'm confused and I know I wouldn't be proud to have you; it's not that it's your fault, but there's something in me who yearned for more of what I have. I'm irritated 'coz you're too much of a slacker and I hate the way you speak. But despite all those, there was a feeling that lighted inside me, though I chose to just keep it warm inside. We've separated ways, and it only strengthen the grip inside me which caused me pain, a lot of pain. There were nights that I spend crying and hurting myself, because I realized how much of a fool I am to let go of you. You may not be the best, but you were special. I tried to connect to you, but every time our pathways meet, it only gets more and more awkward, as if there was no way of fixing it.

I'm writing this now, with all my heart, 'coz as if everything's taking its step again, though with a lesser pain. I know I treat you as if I wasn't paying any attention to you, but it's just a way of saving whatever we have left from our friends' awkward words. I know I may have intimidated you from the very start of our story on how we met, but it's this cowardly aura in you that told me to give you up. You, your profile, everything there is about you, I want to delete it know from my life, but then I guess, I realized, you're still an important part of my life. I actually thank you for making me feel something different for the first time, and for making me feel loved. You still are special, friend. We may both have moved on, but I'm really glad I met you. After all this, with your new girl in your life, I hope we'll be back to the old barkada where we started.

Finale

What happened this week was the final chapter for that. My misery about this sad story finally ended. I guess if my friends weren't there to give me a push, then nothing like this would have happened, we'll probably just be collecting cobwebs in our heads and will be waiting until time heals whatever we left hanging. Both our prides got in the way, and that was probably the scariest part.

Just like my other friend, it took a long time for us to settle things, and again, I was the one who first approached and tried. (Do I look that intimidating?) But then again, it's probably the same story, only a different person involved this time. I dunno... but again, it ended as if it was really my fault. I made him feel worse, he said, but I was hurt, too. He needed ways to release whatever he was feeling, but I needed it, too, as much as he needed it. I needed a quick and expressive way to release it, and that's the easiest way I can think of. But I was really sorry for making you misunderstood what I was feeling, and I am really glad everything's back to normal (Or maybe it's more than normal). As of now, I dunno where this new story will go. I hope it doesn't get any more awkward than what we had before. I wish not to have any control of it, and only let time be our only guide. Let's just see how this will go. :)


Revisiting Vizconde Massacre

June 30, 1991, a dreadful massacre occurred inside the Vizconde's residence along Vinzons Street, BF Homes Subdivision, Parañaque City where Estrellita Vizconde, 47 (who suffered 13 stab wounds); Carmela Vizconde, 18 (17 stab wounds with evidence of rape); and Jennifer Vizconde, 7 (19 stab wounds) were found dead.

A former laundrywoman for the Webb family took the stand as a witness for the prosecution. Mila Gaviola’s testimony claimed that she washed a bloody shirt belonging to Hubert Webb, the morning after the massacre.

For almost nine years, in the year 2000, Judge Amelita Tolentino handed down a decision which declared Hubert Webb and his co-accused Michael Gatchalian, Hospicio Fernandez, Peter Estrada, Antonio Lejano and Miguel Rodriguez guilty and sentenced them with life imprisonment. They were also ordered to pay the Vizconde family Php 3 million in damages.

After 10 more years, April, this year, Supreme court ordered the reopening of the Vizconde case and granted the request of Webb for the forensic examination of the evidence, such as DNA testing of the semen specimen taken from the body of the rape-slay victim, Carmela Vizconde. The NBI and Parañaque RTC reported that the specimen was not in their custody.

Just this month, December, the Supreme Court thus declared Webb, along with the other six murderers, acquitted in the Vizconde massacre. The PAO, with the others who handled the case years ago, demanded for a Motion for Reconsideration on the massacre case. Filing an MR will only be an advantage for reviewing the files and the evidences, but to my point of view, to declare the seven murderers guilty for the second time after being acquitted by the high court will be likely impossible since it is what is stated under the double jeopardy law. Nonetheless, the Vizconde family is still hopeful that justice shall prevail. As I may see it, it may only be justice against those who were not alleged as murderers and masterminds of the said case.

Tuesday, December 14, 2010

“Just because someone doesn’t love you the way you want them to, doesn’t mean they dont love you with all they have. ♥”

—Truman Capot

Never Regret

"Never regret anything that once brought smile to your face." This is in facto very true. To have done something willingly in the past is a proof that you liked the idea, even just for a little while. To regret something you once liked or even loved is like saying to yourself to stop enjoying. For life is constantly changing, but memories will always remain with you. To fulfill one's self is the greatest gift you can give to yourself and even to those who love you. You did it once means you loved it once, so live with it and never regret. Uhm. just try to enjoy the memory. :)

Cogito means...

I was able to chat with someone last night, without him even knowing who I am (or maybe he really knows but pretends not to know). Anyway, the chat was great and satisfying. Great 'coz I missed talking to him the usual way. Satisfying enough to the point that I'm starting to blame myself again. He wasn't really putting all the blames on me, but from what I see, he misunderstood everything that happened, and of course, I know, it's my fault for not explaining everything. But I am sure to myself that I am not guilty about what he said about not wanting him around. Everything last night was indirect, and I hope I am not just assuming. It made me smile though, even just for a bit. :)

Because of this, I'm thinking that everything's my fault, again. I wonder when will I stop giving a damn to this.

"Old-School" Physicians

These are the terms they use for the so-called physicians during the pre-Hispanic society.

katalonan - Tagalogs
babaylan - Visayas
balian - Bicolanos
baglan - Ilocanos
baylan - Mandayas

These five terms are used for their priestess, since priestess are the one who cure diseases way way long ago.

The term of Tagalogs for their Supreme Being is Bathala, while the Visayans call it diwata. He is the disperser of good and evil but power is shared by Captan, who planted the bamboo from which the first man and woman sprung from. (If you remember your Filipino mythology.)

The “lesser gods” are called anitos, who are the protectors of the home.

These physicians are believed to cure our ancestors sickness since it may be caused by evil spirits or by the gods as chastisements to offenders.

Stand by me

I'm currently listening to Glee's version of the song Faithfully while studying for an exam later. And I just can't help getting somehow emotional when the line "Two strangers learn to fall in love again. I get the joy of rediscovering you. Oh girl... you stand by me. I'm forever yours, faithfully..." comes into picture. (Is my lyrics correct?) There are times when you seem to remember things vividly, as if it only happened yesterday. Days, weeks, months, years may pass, but the pain still remains. Time comes when all you blame is yourself even you know that you ain't the culprit for everything. Well, misfortunes come in life. Just try to learn from it and love the experience, it's probably worth it in the end. It's easy to say, but even I can't live with it. I wish I have stood by you until the end, but I guess it's just too late now.

Welcome Self. :)

I made this blogger account a long time ago, but I just realized to use it lately. However, I do not know if people are really interested about what I'll post. Still, blogging is a way of releasing stress when there's no one around who'll patiently listen to your story. :)

Hippocratic Oath

The oath of doctors during the Classical Greek Period.

Physicians swear:
1. to impart medical knowledge, even for free;
2. to bound by ethical concepts;
3. to do the best of one's ability;
4. but not to cause or give harm by giving harmful drugs, even if asked;
5. nor to induce abortion;
6. nor do mischief, even under temptation;
7. and to be discreet regarding patients and their cases and sickness.
Related Posts Plugin for WordPress, Blogger...