Imbento

today was a so-so day…. i tried studying for pharma but then i realized my book was borrowed by one of the gals in class…. i have to remember to get it back tomorrow… good thing i have some transcripts i could read….

i accompanied my sis to buy her luggage this afternoon…. care to guess why? whatelse but to carry the luggage!…. well, atleast i was fed hehehehe… all expense paid trip hahaha

i was kinda disappointed at the food though…. particularly the spagetti and meatballs…. i’m a spagetti person… i love spagetti… it’s been my favorite since i was a lil boy… not that i grew any bigger from that time but…. here’s my analysis on that lonely serving of a pasta from the pizza company….

1. overall presentation –> unsatisfactory… we eat with our eyes… it just looked dry… not even attractive… it was meat sauce but didn’t look red enough… it didn’t look like it was pure fresh tomato

2. the meatballs –> it didn’t taste like meat at all…. tasted more like sausage….. =(…. and it wasn’t the pure meat that was rolled up… the consistency was more like a preserved, ready to cook, tiny bits of meatballs that you could buy at any grocery…. the looks of that meatball reminds me of my dog’s Alpo chunks… i swear, it looks just like em…..

3. the pasta –> serving was less than the whole serving in sbarro’s….. as mentioned before, it was kinda dry, and the sauce was more orange than red…. the taste on the other hand was not as sour as it should be….. it completely lost the itallian taste i was craving for…. =( very unsatisfactory

*sigh*…. atleast the pizza was good… i guess that’s why they call it The Pizza Company….hahaha… pizza was cool… you could actually buy a whole pan pizza and have half of it a different kind of pizza…. more like buying two halves of a pizza… not a bad offer… serving size was okay… more expensive than yellowcab or pizzahut in terms of size and toppings….

as for the taste, it was cool… =)…. first time i tasted a pizza with a caesar salad dressing underneath…. they call it the aloha…. the other half was typical of a pizza… made up of lotsa meat including the freaking sausage-tasting-meatball from the spagetti…. if the pizza was bad, i would’ve gotten mad… luckily the pizza was satisfactory…. thus balancing out the lousy pasta…. =)

overall, hmm….. not exactly a place where i’d be visiting often but it would be nice to try out the other stuff in the menu…. =)

haven’t been sleeping very well lately…. mebbe it’s insomnia….

hmmm….. which gets me thinking ‘coz like what i’ve learned from psych (which comprises about 50% of what i’ve learned from this class), insomnia is one of the early manifestations of mental illness… hmm…. i wonder…..

i get to sleep between 12 and 2am… and sometimes, i fall asleep while standing and typing…zzzzZZZzzz…. heheh… thanks to this sleeping disorder, so far the 2nd shift seems to be better than the first… however, thinking back, i haven’t actually been studying that much…just a few minutes of scanning and i was done…. i should’ve focused mebbe i would’ve done better….. what can i say, i’ve pretty much nothing else better to do in the middle of the night than to read freaking materials for class…. *sigh*…. this is depressing….

hmm…. come to think of it, depression is also a sign of mental illness…. damn it…………… i think i am losing it…. =(

argh…. this week has been good…. i guess… except for the freaking grade i got for clinical pathology….. i didn’t expect it to be 82….. i was expecting an 85 the least………… so i’m thinking, did i do that bad in the shifting exam?! *sigh*…… another thing that would be part of the exception would be the grade in medicine…. damn that grade……. sheesh…. it was really unfair….. we were able to see the histories done by the other groups but damn it, it’s all the same… so WTF did they get higher grades than we did? that is the problem that has to be resolved…… grading should have a standard in this class….. and the worst of it, is that i foresaw it…..*sigh*

highlight of this week would be alex’s blog that got me laughing all night long and deds’ drama during pharma….hehehe… wait a minute… that could be a title of a movie or a sitcom… Deds’ drama during pharma…. hahahah

she cried…. i wanted to stop her from crying but then, it was kinda hard…….. crying is a contageous disease (i don’t know what word to use thus the word disease)…and it being contageous, got me crying too…. well, not crying like deds but teary eyed….hahaha…. i can’t help it…. it’s contageous!!!

another highlight during pharma was alex throwing a chair aside for some reason…. i think archie got scared at that time… hahah…. he was trying to flash some of alex’s pictures but the owner didn’t want it to be flashed thus, the scenario…. everyone got surprised… except for deds i think…. she was too busy crying….. anna, the smallest girl in class who was sitting close to alex got so scared that she initially walked around in circles before hiding behind mitch and asked mitch…. umm…. what’s alex doing? hahaha… tsk tsk…. you scared the wits out of her man! turns out, it wasn’t totally archie’s fault, he was just blindly following orders from the commander…. who was also the co-owner of the pictures found in the laptop that day hehehehehe…..

anyways, i’m losing my balance….. guess my brain’s ready to shut down so……. till next time meyties

i came home around 10pm today…. and was greeted with these words

some guy was able to control your dog by using your commands at the break of dawn….

and turns out the person who stole the neighbor’s labrador was someone pretending to be a vet…. which so happens to pass by in front of our house a couple of months ago…

sigh…. more problems for me….. right now, i’m really stressed out… well, not in a way that people notice it…. but somehow it does show, i guess, coz arlene was able to tell i wasn’t myself this morning…. i didn’t notice myself but i guess i was kinda not myself…

and with that stress, if ever i see a freaking stranger come near touching the gates of this household, i will kill him/her….. i’m a violent guy when it comes to people trespassing…. that person better not make any mistake of comming near with bad intentions while i’m around… coz i really would kill him… jokes aside….

i’m very protective with my family. what more with my household. anyone threating the peace within this household would have to suffer the consequences of the buther’s knife that i’d be holding when the need arises….

it just falls to one thing… i hate people who threatens injustice to others… so much so that i hate people who does injustice to others… sounds so political… tsk tsk… it really must be the age… hehehehe……..

i can’t wait for semestral break…… i need some rest……… *sigh*….

maybe…. there’s a bee…

sheesh…. somehow i realized how easily i get pissed about people not fulfilling their responsibilities…. i wasn’t like this before, in fact i don’t give a freaking damn about whatever it is you do with your life…. but then maybe i’ve just reached that certain age wherein you feel that you’re far more mature than some of the people around you….or then again, maybe its because i’ve been influenced by too many older guys around me..hmmmmm… i wonder….

what i hate the most is that when one person commits to me and then turns out that he or she would not do their part after all… i mean come on… what the fuck?!…. you could’ve just told me in the first place that you can’t right?……

another thing i hate is waiting….. waiting for nothing that is………….. how hard is it to inform someone that you can’t make it? it’s just one freaking text away! or if you’re already being called via phone, why not answer the phone you dumb ass?!

somehow, i realize that maybe the generation after me, just matures far more slowly than i do…. or atleast, develops the sense of responsibility far too slowly than i do…… i don’t mean to say i’m perfect… hell no….. i’ve got a lot of bloopers and i know i’ll be doing even more, but i do know when to be serious and when to place my goofiness aside….

maybe i just look to nice…. or maybe i just look as though i’m not serious with much of what i do…. but i’m telling you guys right now, it’s just my attitude to be laid back….. and being laid back does not mean that i do not know how to take responsibility nor does it mean that i’m not serious with my decisions and objectives in life….

yes i goof off… yes i play around… yes i laugh at every little thing… but unlike SOME people out there, i know when to put those things aside and act like a mature and responsible individual…….

i sure hope that one day you guys would be able to understand those words… responsibility……

the queen ant is the symbol of leadership….

the fat ass queen just sits at the core of the anthill where she lays eggs… and more eggss… and even more…. ant these eggs, regardless of the fact that they are her sons and daughters, are amazingly taught to work for her, for the rest of her myserable life….

these sons and daughters of her, are made to build up anthills, find food, protect her and, maybe in a modern ant kingdom, made to advertise her anthill to other potential ants in every garden, wall corner or piece of cheeze curls… and the best part of which, is that the worker ants (her sons and daughters) don’t get paid!… in fact, they only get a portion or atleast a bite off any food they find and the bigger peice goes to the lady ant…..

what a wonderful life this queen ant has got huh? must be a real happy dude……. imagine….. doing nothing but order people around, and yet get the heap of profits without the need to share….. or atleast, without the thought or plan to share her blessings…….if you think about it, the bitch is a freaking genious!

the queen ant calls all the other ants her sons and daughters, her brothers or sisters and yet….. manipulates them, and turns them into slaves and still, she gets paid for doing so….. dang…… hmmmmm i wonder what would happen to the fat ass queen if one day all the other ants fled and decided to say good bye to her crusty nasty old anthill?

there are already a couple of ants in her anthill that are just waiting for the right moment to break her down……… the problem for these young ants is, when would this time arive……………. hopefully, some other rival ant would just place some baygon in the queen ant’s food or some guy pour kerosin on her ant hill and burn it down…. maybe then, the queen would realize that she has no reason to make herself feel holy and treat her so called children or siblings as slaves who pay tribute in the form of food to her every single freaking day…………

the malls in the philippines are simply the place to be when you wanna kill time and get away from all of the pollution in the streets. its a good way to get away from the smoke from smoke belching jeepneys, guys pissing in every wall corner and electric posts, as well as all of the garbage in the streets, drainage and rivers…. not to mention its contents of crap….. the malls are clean!…. atleast i thought so…..

i dropped by SM for a couple of minutes before going home…… i remembered seeing some glasses that really didn’t look clean to me…. it was a simple glass, clear one in fact… but lookin at it sitting there near the water dispenser, it didn’t look quite clear to me…. looked cloudy actually… and believe me, i was looking at the CLEAN glasses…. dang…..

so i figured, that wouldn’t be so bad since no idiot (unless he’s really really broke and had no money to buy a drink) would make use of those glasses…. of course i was wrong, again….hehehe

sigh….

but that’s not what really blew my mind….. the thing that actually made me wanna puke was at the comfort room…. no it wasn’t the smell….. it stunk but it wasn’t the smell that turned me off…

hmmm…. let me start off with what the comfort room looked like…. hmm… from the way i last remember it looked clean (i’ll get to the smell later)…. the urinals were clean, there were sanitary flushes and the sink wasn’t so bad either….

at that time, my face was really oily and was starting to itch so i decided to go for my regular wash your face routine……. there i was scrubbing away, when i heard this guy talking to his kid

man: o anak, tangalin ko muna damit mo ah para mahugasan kita (ok son, i’ll just take your clothes off so i could wash you up)

kid: ok

man: ang baho mo anak (you stink son). come up here and let me wash you

in case you still don’t get where the smell came from, the man’s son just took a crap…. anyways, there i was washing my face, making a good foam when this guy lifts his son up, makes the kid sit and bend over right at the edge of the sink and then he starts washing the kid’s ass! geez…. i moved out of the way and you could just imagine the puzzled and yet gradually getting angry look on my face!…

but that’s not the end of it…. as luck would have it, the knob to turn on the water from the tap was a push knob….. so the guy had to push it with one hand to let the water flow…. and so he did… unfortunately for the next users of the sink, namely half a dozen other guys lined up behind him, the man used the exact same hand to push the knob and wipe the crap clean off his son’s ass! and he did the cycle about hmm…. 3, 5 times?! then, i thought (actually, wished) that he’d do something about coz he was motioning to get some liquid soap…. turns out…. there wasn’t any………………. so the man repeated the cycle again for like 2 times and then, just when you thought that was enough, he flicks his hand a couple of times to get rid of most of the water from it…….. and where did the droplets go? God knows…. lucky for me i had my back turned and i was just observing from the mirror…………. mother of God……….

sigh………

that really sucked…. and to think that if ever any of his droplets got into someone’s eye or mouth, that guy could end up with parasites! man…………….. i couldn’t help but think what microbes could be hovering in those push knobs….. hmm…. now i can’t even be sure if the push knobs of the other sinks were cleaner……. damn……………

wondering why?

it was around 10pm and still we were at school preparing the exhibitions for medicine week…. man it took a very long preparation… and it was tiring mind you… it was as though i had drank like 5 bottles of super dry with no breaks in between…

there were two highlights of that night actually…. and one of them is what screwed us guys…. and i do mean guys only… of all the cameras that you guys had to use to take pictures, you used the camera owned by a guy who posts blogs…. tsk tsk… i could see it now the chicken ass shits….

hahahaha….. now what was it about the hall way that night… to tell ya the truth, i was really scared of going down that dark hall way to get to the comfort room upstairs…. not halfway through the hallway, i was already getting the chills down my spine! yea yea say whatever you want… you probably wound’t have made it through yourself if you knew what i knew…. or mebbe you would have? hmm…

vanessa told me about a comfort room that used to exist down the hall way… i don’t know if you guys know of this comfort room…. its location is at the back, along the row of faculty rooms…. she said that when she was in pre dentistry, she used to wash up in that comfort room… with her head facing the sink, she felt someone touch her hips… at first she thought it was just another student passing behind her. then it happened again and when she looked up……… there was no one in the comfort room but herself… there wasn’t even anyone outside….

one of her friends, who alledgedly has a third eye, said that one time, she saw two people in that comfort room… and they had no heads…. so maybe the reason why the have to touch people is because hteir trying to find their way? hmm… hehehehe… man typing this is giving me the creeps….

so there… given that, i just couldn’t make my way down the hallway…. furthermore, mike felt the same way about it…. he didn’t even know anything about that story but, just like me, he had that errector pili reaction right at the same time that he walked in front of the dean’s office.. and a weirder thing… so did jackie…. hmm…… mebbe it was just mass hysteria? i wonder………

so there… that’s my story….. and since alex has all our pictures, i definitely think, that there’s gonna be another story behind this experience… hehehehehe