I'm the eldest of four children, but i have the maturity level of an eight-year-old, so beware! Technology is my addiction. the internet is my drug. Rockband is a way of life. Coffee is my staple. And Procrastination gives me grades.
The internet is NOT safe. So be careful what you post...you'll never know when your parents will be lurking around your homepages. :))
Super Fail. The doctor who had to interview me just laughed at me the entire time.
Nervous Trisha comes in. Sits across the table from Dr. Rabe. Trisha starts to sweat profusely.
Trisha: Good afternoon po.
Dr. Rabe: Okay, good afternoon.
Trisha starts shivering and shaking uncontrollably. Dr. Rabe laughs.
Dr. Rabe: Pick your question.
Trisha grabs the container and picks a random question. Reads it. Panicked.
Dr. Rabe: (looks at my question) Okay, this is easy.
Trisha smiles weakly.
Dr. Rabe: Do you want to pick another one?
Trisha grabs the container again. Grabs another question. Changes her mind and closes the container.
Akward Silence.
Dr. Rabe: So, what lung volume couldn't you measuer when taking the vital capacity?
Trisha: Minimal air.
Dr. Rabe: Huh?
Trisha: Because the patient has to die first before you could measure minimal air.
Dr. Rabe: *LUAGHS* True, but there's another one.
Trisha's shaky hands grabs the container quickly and gets another question. Reads it. Panicks.
Dr. Rabe: This is even easier.
Trisha shakes her head. Dr. Rabe laughs. Trisha almost cries. Dr. Rabe prolly felt pity and asked her if she wants to do go back to the first question which technically is not allowed because one is allowed to pick a second question but not go back to the first. So, Trisha answered the second question.
Dr. Rabe: So, what cortex is being tested by the finger to nose test?
Trisha sweats more. Out of the 2 manuals worth of experiments that she read and memorized. This was the only experiment that she did not read at all. AT ALL!
Dr. Rabe: *LAUGHS* Okay, let's start by doing the experiment first. What instruments do you need?
Trisha: (in a squeaky voice) instruments?
Trisha quietly thought to say finger and nose out of stress but battled it off and said "Nothing. I just need a patient."
Dr. Rabe: Okay, ask someone to be your patient then.
Trisha goes out of the room and asked Cara to be her patient while asking everyone else anything that could help her answer the side questions. *cheating* tsk tsk.
Trisha to Cara while trying to explain to Dr. Rabe: Good afternoon. For this experiment, I would ask you to do this. *motions fingers to nose then into the air* Put your finger to your nose and then not in your nose and back into your nose~
Trisha felt frustration because she could not put it down into words. Apparently, she was physically showing it too. Dr. Rabe could not hold in her laughter anymore as she puts her head down to the table and laughed hidden under her arms.
Trisha finally gets the experiment done and answered the side questions.
Dr. Rabe: Is your patient normal?
Trisha: Yes because her cerebellum was able to coordinate the movement of her finger from her nose to my finger.
Trisha stares at Dr. Rabe. Waits for more questions.
Dr. Rabe: *LAUGHS*
Trisha flinches.
Dr. Rabe: Okay, call Mr Mendoza, Michael to come in.
I don't know what grade I will get for sweating and shaking for my physio practicals....but I'm just glad that it's done and over with. Now to deal with tons of other requirements! :(
"Strict ang parents ko" is an understatement for me.
My mom (and dad probably) treats me like I'm 12 years old still. It all started when I blocked my Mom on facebook. Then they got me a condo to stay at in Manila with a yaya to look over me. Then, it worsened when Dr. Bareng started to update our parents with our med school grades every month.
They're treating me like a kid.
My mom has the following house rules with my yaya:
1. Trisha could not have friends over.
2. Trisha should go home after her class. Report if she's not home by 10 pm.
3. Trisha is not allowed to go out after dinner.
4. Trisha should be studying all the time. Report if otherwise.
5. Trisha is not allowed to have a boyfriend right now.
Or at least that's what my Yaya told me earlier today when I told her that I had a fight with my Mom after I asked permission to go out to study just this week because it's exam week next week.
She's effin strict and it's too crazy. I graduated college and am of legal age. Come on~
IDK. I think I'm just too different from her. Sometimes, I just can't study well in a pretty and comfy condo with the bed, couch and carpet screaming my name every 10 minutes or so....I just need a change of environment. Novelty stimulates me more than familiarity.
I feel like a med student on house arrest ever since I moved into this condo. All I do is study (and yes, a little bit of facebook)..can't hang out as much with my friends unless it's for studying...i get tired of it too sometimes. I miss the social life, and I know that I just have to deal.
I hate feeling bad when I remember my Mom...but that's all she ever makes me feel recently.
I friend her on facebook, she complains with everything that she sees me do and calls every time I'm tagged in a picture with a guy. I unfriend her on facebook, she threatens to take me off her will.
I'm not allowed to go out when it's dark, I respect. I ask permission to study out for a night. She screams at me.
She lets me live in a condo. She complains that I am costing them too much for my living expenses. She cut my allowance to 1/4 of what it originally was.
Even if I don't, I try to understand her, whispering to myself "mothers know best, mothers know best" but sometimes, it just doesn't work that way. I hate being a different person from what my mom expects and wants me to be. :|
It was a day in SM Megamall with my med school friends aka Happy Bronchopulmonary Tree Friends. (No shopping intended besides window shopping.)
After walking around the mall for hours, we ended up in Toy Kingdom with all those toy-capsule dispensers. It was like those gumball dispensing machines -- but these give you random toys from Japan after putting in tokens worth 50 pesos each.
Warning: Pokémon "jargon"-filled post coming up. Just names really, but still.
When we saw that it dispenses Pokéwatches, we got so excited and were dreaming of getting the pokémon that we wanted while waiting in line to get tokens. Arvin and I wished for the Green Chikorita watch, Migu wanted the Lugiya watch and Rina was just forced to get it with us. hehe.
Then it was time to take our chances. I tried it first and to my utter disappointment, I got a Blue Totodile watch~ I literally screamed out loud to express my disappointment that it echoed inside Toy Kingdom. *embarassed* I could have at least gotten any other grass pokémon! :(((( Then, it was Arvin's turn and he got a Cyndaquil watch. Rina got a Pikachu watch and Migu did not get the Lugiya watch. Instead, he got the same design as mine ~ Totodile!
I argued with Migu that we were destined to get the same design watches! It was destiny's way of telling us about our bright future! Unfortunately, he was still in denial (like all the men in my life) and got Rina to trade with him.
Without smiles on our faces, we decided to leave. But Migu did not give up -- he gave it another try still hoping to get the Lugiya watch. To his dismay though, he still did not get it. And to my utter in-your-face-Migu happiness, he got another Totodile watch! I KNEW IT, WE ARE DESTINED TO HAVE MATCHING TOTODILE WATCHES!!!
But he still found a way to get rid of the evidence of our destiny. He was able to convince our other friend, Kat, to "buy" it from him. Gah.
Anyways, with our newly-synchronized Pokéwatches in our wrists, we went home. And yes, we all went to school the next day sporting the gayness that is our matching friendship watches! :))))
PS: Sorry, Migu. I just have to make sure that our supposedly destined watch should be put down in words to be reread again to our future kids. HAHAHAHAHA. >:)
2010 was an awesome year. Epic. Significantly one of my best so far.
This year, I've experienced two worlds completely different from each other and was able to appreciate how my two worlds could be both special.
University life in UP is, hands down, the experience that defined who I am right now. Four years of realizing who I really was and who I wanted to be, experiencing things that used to be listed under "things I will never ever do," appreciating education, understanding cultures and individualityand trying to give back to the community. It was very chill and I felt so free to be me. Those years seemed to last forever for me, until it ended this year.
Of course I was very sad that I had to leave UP -- leave that lifestyle, leave my friends. I knew I didn't necessarily have to leave everything behind. But the future and how it will separate me from the life that I have lived scared me.
2010. The year I had to decide. When my parents ask me…or better yet, when I ask myself, "Will I be a doctor?" I could no longer laugh it off. I have to be honest, I totally had my doubts. I wanted to preserve the me of that moment and never answered that question directly.
A lot of things happened this year that could answer why I got into medschool:
1. failed the math portion of the entrance exam for the scholarship to Japan on January. (well, at least the results came in around that time)
2.got lucky with NMAT
3. missed the deadline for submission of credentials for an MS.
4. not graduating on time.
Not graduating on time was the biggest factor for me. At that time, I felt that I could not fail my parents any more than not attending the April graduation ceremonies and not being accepted in PGH. For some weird reason, I feel that if I got accepted into PGH, I would not have gone to med school. (Also, this led me to doing an internship and doing office work that definitely told me that I'm not going to do office work for the rest of my life and that I wanted to study more.)
I took my chances in Med School at UERM. I have to admit, that I really felt bad at first. My UP Pride was bashed -- no, it was cut into pieces by my Dad and siblings, put in a bag, hammered a million times, blenderized, and then handed back to me. I missed doing a lot of things that usually took up most of my life. But UERM didn't turn out bad -- except for the uniform. (hehe)
I realized that it was yet another adventure -- it was not asking me to fit a mould most of the time, again, except the uniform, and I could still be me. I met friends of the same interests and friends who introduced me to new interests. I realized what they teach in med school is really what I want to be learning if I would want to accomplish that dream of helping others. The bigger part of me actually wanted to be a doctor and I felt happy to be in UERM.
I could never be the same as I was during undergrad. Priorities changed and I have to deal. As cliché as it may sound, change will always be the constant thing in this world. Med school is awesome and it's another change that brings me a step closer to what I have decided I will be in the future and things are looking to be too serious for Trisha. (because med school should be serious. Haha). Despite this I will never loose touch with the Trisha who I am and wanted to be.
Annual Report: 2010 Trisha was still crazy and lazy with evident decrease in spontaenity and free time from the first half of the year. She also seemed to be more tangled in situations of boy meets girl and she feels weird about it. There's also an increase in used up highlighter disposal at the latter half of the year. It also appears that she has been experiencing poverty after attending a certain concert and happened to have lost two wallets, 3 ATM cards and a lot of money within the year. Finally, an unbiased observation, she may appear thinner due to bags under her eyes and sallowing of the face but she did not lose any weight this year.
So, why was 2010 epic again? I've experienced an FTI showcase, attended the Super Show 2, Got BEAST's autographs, intereacted with Dongho, saw 4 Minute and XLR8 perform live!I was able to perform Japanese tradiational dances with Tomo-Kai during the Nihongo festival! Camped out in Mt. Makiling! Went to Intramuros for like a million times! Had countless of karaoke time with people I love! Voted in the National Elections for the first time! Experienced "snow" with some of my best friends and my one-day boyfriend! Had the awesomest summer and made real friends in IC! Went to Pagsanjan! Almost had a boyfriend! HAHA! Internship at Makati Medical Center! Made a lot of great friends and felt other friendships go stronger! Ate almost two whole chickens in an hour! Got a condo! Walked on the SLEX skyway! Japan and Korea got into the second round for the World Cup! I got a good number of Arashi good s this year too!I went to the Malacanang Palace! Almost-cosplayed! Was dropped off from a hundred-foot tree a couple of times! And I got into med school. (I have to admit, that is kinda a feat too)
All that and everything in between, made my 2010 a blast! Thanks to all the betches out there who made it happen and made it extra special! Next year ulit?
Can't wait for 2011!!! It ends with two 1s, how could that year not be even more epic?
What happened to me earlier today was a (mis)adventure worthy enough to make me reunite again with my multiply account just to put up this blog.
It all started with me being vain. Wait, I think I would rather start it with me being a glutton. Being vain was secondary to the situation.
I've been eating nonstop yesterday for our little HS reunion and Chesca's birthday. (I need not mention the negligible beer and shots I had). I then woke up earlier today and continued my eating marathon. I would not put into detail what I have been consuming, that could be a whole other blog entry if I did. …but you could take my word for it…IT WAS A LOT.
So,after seeing how fat I've become in such a short period of time, I felt ugly. I wanted to feel pretty. And so I went to the salon to finally get the perm I've wanted to have for so long.Halfway through it, that's when my problem started.
My Gastro-intestinal tract started to protest realizing how much I've eaten…it's probably distended too much in some areas, making me feel pain in the lower…STOPPING NOW. I realized how inserting what I learned from med school makes it boring.
Anyways, I felt it…the first wave of protesters in my tummy. I had chemicals and contraptions to my hairand I was literally attached to a machine. Then, I felt the second wave of protesters…angrily sending cold beaded sweat to my face and shivers to the rest of my body. DANGET, still attached to the machinery.
At long last, I was separated from the machine that's making my head feel hot. First instict, say I had to use the toilet for a bit. And so I checked out the toilet. It was nice in its own way and as gay as the owner of that little salon. But the beaded curtains and fake flowers on almost every corner of the room was not my problem. It was the fact that the flush is not functioning that made the protests in my tummy seem like a war was waging inside of me.
I swallowed my spit. Whispered "I am the master of my sphincters, I am the master of my sphincters." And went back to the salon to wait for two more hours and approximately 5 more pangs of abdominal horror before our driver came to pick me up.
So, here's the exciting bit. HAHA.
Our driver greeted me corteously, and he was acting so calm. I thought my Mom told him about the situation, but it had to be me to inform him that "KUYA, KAILANGAN KO NANG TUMAE!" And he turned the hazard lights on, and drived so fast…overtaking one car to the other and going counterflow…that it was scary. (You have to know that I live in a very small city with so many cars, that our main roads are so congested) But his driving skills was no match to the non-moving line of cars that we met one corner to our house.
So I gathered all the muscular control I had. Got off the car from the middle of the road and played patintero with the cars to reach my house. Then, I ran…ran to the second nearest bathroom I could find in the house. (The first one that I tried was occupied. I could not describe how my sphincter objected so much to that.)
And it doesn't end there. I was inside the bathroom. Then my pants' button got stuck….losing me another 5 seconds before my sphincter had to burst.
It is a disgusting and long story I know. I am sorry. But please bear with me, I just had to share because up until now, I am suffering with the same protesters and same beaded cold sweat attacks instead of peacefully watching TV with my siblings. T_T
I wasn't able to write so much about the first week...mainly because it was all orientation and I slept through half of them. Each class would be introduction of faculty, telling us what we shouldn't do and reminding us to prepare ourselves for failure. (X_X)
Those orientations won't bring me down. I am quite determined that I will not fail med school! Over are the undergrad years when I was determined to be a well-rounded person with social life, org life, sports club, and even tried a performing group. I learned my lesson -- acads will definitely be compromised. But definitely, I still won't be all books this time around. Procrastinate, cram, coffee, fandom ~ (bad) habits are like a comfortable bed, easy to get into, but hard to get out off.
Anyways, 2nd week was starting to become the real deal. It was the teaser to a life of living hell for the rest of the process of becoming a doctor. I could really feel that it will be difficult.
I felt the need to study and read every night and every chance I get. I feel frustrated with Biochemistry when I don't understand a thing or with Anatomy when I couldn't remember what I just "memorized." I have abandoned the internet most of the time...no more facebook, twitter or plurk. I feel so distant to my fandoms already. (Though I did get BEAST's signatures on my Shock of the New Era album cover when I went to their mall tour with Elia and Athena. ♥♥ I just had to. I read until dawn to make up for the lost time.)
Anyways...teaser...teaser, I was saying something about a teaser of Med student life. We had lectures one after another and it's pretty much one chapter after the other too. I need to catch up on reading!!!! Then, we also started dealing with cadavers...stench was bearable...fascia was bearable...muscle looking like steak and making me hungry was bearable...but I couldn't fathom the fact that it was dead people ~ stories were building up in my head. I want to say sorry to them many times...and I even started to pray again...for their souls.
Pretty much that was my first week...lectures, cadavers and microscopes. Oh, and of course a crushie~~ I shall talk about him next time, when I accumulated information and experiences with him!!! HAHAHAHA. :))
For now, I need to get out of the internet (I have read enough world cup already) and go back to my room to do academic work so I could go out and have fun tonight.
I miss writing on this blog about my misadventures. Not that I haven't been involved in any recently -- mind you, i have been in a lot of misadventures -- just that I did not have much time to write them down. (Oh what a waste of memory~~)
Anyways, this one happened during our psychology 180 class under Ma'am Billedo.
For some reason, I had to leave class early. According to the clock in the classroom, there was 10 minutes left for discussion...but my clock says otherwise. Plus, I could not risk being late this time.
So, I decided to leave the class early and QUIETLY. So I stood up and quietly walked out to the door...the door was NOT at all cooperative and gave me a hard time to open it...
I was halfway through the door, when I realized the whole class went really quiet. There was no discussion as well.
I hesitated to look back.
But I'm glad I did, because if i didn't, I wouldn't have known that I accidentally hit the light switch making the room pitch black.
Everyone was looking at me... it was sooooo embarrassing.
I said sorry. And Ma'am Chei smoothly segued to her discussion. I am so thankful for that and appreciate how Ma'am did not choose to further embarrass me.
But at any rate, I still feel embarrassed when I remember.
i was looking through some old pictures and I can't help to wish that I could turn back time and go back to those good times~
I know I shouldn't be regretting, but this is not the case in my life. I want to undo a lot of things and hope that I could have done it in a different way. But I'm still happy that I learned a lot of things on the way. (Even if I usually learn them late. haha)
History is indeed a collection of things that could have been avoided -- but shouldn't be. XDD So let's learn from them and just be better persons as we go on everyday.
Now, more than ever, do i have to decide for my future, and I'm having a really hard time. I'm afraid to make another wrong decision.
First things, first...last 19 units dapat sana. (Salamat naman at pinasa ako sa 160. haha)
I won't babble too much of how it was. It could be easily summed up with a few words:
line. 5 hours. fingerprints. picture. stub with precinct number.
The line was endurable because I was with some friends: Chie and Jino and G-dragon :)) We had slurpees (which btw, is on a buy-one-take-one promo at 7-11, go grab yours now! buy now and and give the other one to Trisha!) and chowking afterward.Thank you friends for the financial support. :))
We were also able to come across some high school friends, Joy, Jane, Ate Jazelle, Jec, RM and a lot more. Cheers to all first-time voters! :D
My dad picked me up from the city hall and he rewarded my endeavor with another slurpee. (again, fom the buy-one-take-one promo) And before going home, we went to buy some chinese ornaments AND he got me a tattoo!!!
It's like experiencing all the perks for being of legal age in one day!
I could vote and I could have a tattoo~
LOL.
Yeah, it's one of those sticker tattoos. I saw them in the thrift-store and thought that I should just have them. Because all the cool kids in elementary school had them, but my Mom would not allow me then. HAHA.
But these are kinda different, they're actually just stickers. They're not the stick-on-skin-wet-thoroughly-wait-three-minutes-and-peel-back-paper types. (Darn, i thought I could get even with the cool kids from elementary school)
SO, i enjoyed my "tattoo" for just around 10 minutes, then it started to peel off. TSK.
Anyways, I'm really just trying to kill time here at home~ HAHA. :D
Trisha wants her vote to count this coming 2010 elections, bringing her to embark on this adventure: registering to vote.
I tried, I really did.
My first thought for today, even before I thought about what we could be having for breakfast, was that I will definitely register today.
I downloaded the forms from the Comelec website and answered all three copies separately....
Recovered my Driver's License from my mom to pass as identification.....
Got a little distracted by Facebook and Twitter. Gaaah~
And by 1:35pm, off to the City Hall to get myself registered! :)
My Dad warned me about the *possibility* of a line...quoting, "Tanghali ka na. Mahabang pila na ang madadatnan mo dun." I jokingly dismissed the idea.
(Side note: I wanted to go by myself, but the vehicle propped to be used for today was our van. And it was too long, so yeah, thank you Kuya Lauro for driving me to the City Hall)
And when I got there, I was all "Ha-Ha, Daddy, the line is short!"
There were few people with forms lined-up at the door of the Comelec Office and it was short! Short...until I peeked inside the door. There was a long staircase, accommodating a very long line of first-time voters.
I just don't have the patience to fall in line. And apparently, I'm not dressed today to be falling in such a line.
I enjoy seeing and interacting with various types of people from different walks of life. But I did not feel like doing that today, especially when people are staring at me.
The people in that line weren't even young enough to look like first-time voters. No offense meant, but I actually expected to be lining up with people around my age. And those people looked OLD-- old enough to have 3 kids to bring with them to the line. Some of them I assume, but I wish that it's not the case, are only registering to vote so they could get bribes from politicians. Sheesh.
And the most important reason why I didn't want to line up today, was because those people did not smell good....AT ALL.
Oh well, I will try again some day..on a really EARLY MORNING or until someone decides to come with me. :))
Trisha really wants her vote to count next year, so she is DEFINITELY getting registered even if it means falling in such a line for hours...well, of course, I'll bring my face mask and wear a t-shirt.
My brother told me if i had one whole pad of yellow paper, i could easily fill it out with names of my crushies - one name after the other.
I argued that it's impossible.
So we tried it out. (over some pistachio ice cream...yum... :9)
And guess what? I was right. It was impossible.
But we did get up to 5 pages. HAHAHA. Then we heard our mom coming close to my room, so it had to go straight to the trash bin. Tomorrow, it will be straight to shredder~ no one should see such profanities. X____X
Anyways, you may think that there is no point of blogging this. Well I do have a reason and I don't want to stress this fact, but I will:
HAPPY 19 YEARS and 10 MONTH OF BEING NBSZ!!!! ^____^
Yeah, sembreak kinda makes me bored and I really have nothing more sensible going on now or anything to blog about for that matter. Then someone told me, "Seriously, Trisha? Wala ka talagang boyfriend? Ang dry naman ng college life mo~" and I got all emo. (//.')
HAHAHA. Sorry~ but i will get myself up and about soon~ like registering to vote or something. :)
I know this reaction to the (not so recent) shift of interface for multiply may sound so irrelevant right now.
But ever since multiply updated, a hiatus was unconsciously initiated as well.
It's not so much of not being able to understand the new multiply, but rather a simple lack of interest that came over me -- comparable to how senility is not exactly compatible with learning of new technology.
It's hard to teach an old dog new tricks.
I loved the old multiply and was already comfortable with it. The semi-drastic changes needed some time for getting used to.
and this time it's Mainland China's turn to boast their good-looking males. well, i let you be the judge on their looks.
I'm not sure though if they are definitely going to release this drama. I remember something about Group 8 Media (the Korean company) protesting about it because they signed a contract with the Japanese Manga Author that "there will be no further adaptations in the next two years after Boys over Flowers."
Meaning, them Chinese actors are not supposed to start production or do anything Hana Yori Dango-ish until the end of the two-year period. But look what we have here~ (hope this does not start some Asian war...HAHAHA)
They have formally announced the cast for their own adaptation of the manga...
This guy is supposed to be Doumyouji / Dao Ming Si / Gu Jun Pyo: The leader of F4 and the heir of the richest company in <insert country here> and probably in the world.
Zhang Han.
The first thing one would notice about him is his hair~ there are no curly perms~ not even the slight waves of Dao Ming Si..And if you watch the trailer attached at the end of this post -- maybe you'll agree with me that he might have the domyoujifactor with him.
Next in line, is Hanazawa Rui / Hua Ze Lei / Ji Hoo-sunbae: Domyouji's best friend. He is a quiet and cold guy, except when his first love, the model, is around. He's the musically inclined one~:
Yu Haoming.
I should get punished for saying this, but I will say it anyway. WTF...how could this guy be the second leading man in this drama? There's just something wrong with him. I hope it's just the hair or the angle of this shot. >:|
Then we have Nishikado Sojiro / Xi Men / So Yi-jeong : The great man of the arts~ and the man you would adore in the serenity of a tea ceremony.
Wei Chen.
He is adorable in his own way. But the purple hair? Oh well, can't wait to see who he will be paired up with... :)
And finally, Mimasaka Akira / Mei Zuo / Woo Bin: The one with the most script in the entire series of <insert country here> Just kidding. The one with the evil bad guys at his side and the playboy in the group:
Zhu Zixiao.
His face looks really kind and I think Wei Chen looks naughtier in the picture. HAHA. I hope he has lines!
And finally, the star of the show, Makino Tsukushi / Shan Cai / Geum Jan Di: the girl whom people wither admire or envy for her luck~ She's actually kind of pretty for someone who's supposed to be "grass" and her acting seems good in the music video/trailer.
I dunno if this version of Hana Yori Dango will sell or if the people have finally actually got tired of the storyline. But personally, I'm kind of excited. After watching the MV, maybe this will be an OK drama. Another culture~ a whole new try on making it romantic. So I hope they settle the legalities behind this drama. (Hoping that we don't have to wait for another 2 years before they release it~ XD)
and because i love Super Junior, I just have to insert this trivia: Han Geng was invited to be part of the Chinese F4 but he graciously declined. Hee Chul said "Han Kyung is really popular in China. He is as popular as Kim Heechul in Korea." HAHAHA. And if ever he did agree, I can't imagine him being surrounded with 3 other not-so-good-looking guys...China would eat him alive. XD
Really, can you imagine this man replacing one of these boys???
And wait, there's more. Han Geng said that he did not agree because he wanted to focus more on SuJu's activities and because he wanted to participate in SuJu's 3rd album ~ please say that again to Kibum~ (bitter)
Anyways, here's the much anticipated Music Video of Meteor Shower which will give you a glimpse of the drama and hopefully make you a little bit excited for it as well:
don't you just love how the Chinese F4 dudes can sing and (hopefully) act well??? and ftr, is basketball really a prerequisite in chinese dramas? :P but I sense future flailing as I will definitely be anticipating this drama.
and here's a link for the F4 noobs out there: LINK LINK LINK! Hoping that it will guide you in your transition into the F4 ghei happiness!
I envy PGMA. Of course physically speaking, she should envy me. (Height pa lang talong talo ko na siya, okay) But..but...but...she visited Japan last Thursday...riding her special private plane. >_<
She got me at Japan...
and for this, i thought of running for President...para makapunta na din ako ng Japan. XD actually, option din na I just marry a future president just in case~
(or prime minister pala kung matuloy ang chacha...or natuloy na ba? see? kailangan nang matigil ang political apathy ko...or else i won't find my husband-to-be..HAHA) noh? what do you think?
I guess I have to scrap my dreams plans of marrying an idol. HAHAHA.
I'm super sorry (sorry~ sorry~) if most of my updates recently are full of rantings. It's in my nature to complain and it just so happens that I'm in a stage where I could practically complain about everything. HAHA.
Anyways, I finally had a break. Something finally made me happy~
I went with David-sunbae, Arlaj-sunbae, Yzzy-oppa, Bim-unni, K-unni, Elia and Luke! I missed these people. I'm really happy to be with them!
We do not regret choosing Tokyo Cafe for our little get together! The place is great. The ambiance of the restaurant made us forget that we're within the hussle and bussle of SM Block/North Edsa. Plus, the waitresses were really friendly. (Diba, ate? HAHA. friends na kasi kami! *wink*)
But Tokyo Cafe doesn't mean Japanese Food. Don't be mislead by the name. HAHA. The owner, Mr. Atsushi Yoshizawa, wanted to share to the Philippines how Family restaurants in Japan offer "Western food with a touch of Japanese culture." (Prolly, Yoshi's burger is named after him too.)
Their menu include an impressive array of pizzas, pastas, sandwiches, and burgers. For dessert, there are many crepes and parfaits to choose from, and a good number of smoogees and hot and iced coffee as well. The selection is quite unexpected for a restaurant with 'Tokyo' in its name, right?
So what did we eat? Tomo-kai members are known fro being voracious eaters. We need our carbs and protein! HAHA. So we ordered pasta and chicken!
Bacon Tomato Cream
Carbonara
Soy Seafood Pasta --- my favorite!
Chicken Cream Pasta
Tokyo Boneless Chicken
Chicken Ala Pobre
and finally, the drinks... I had the Coffee Milk Tea! Nom nom!! ^__^
The food was great! You could take my word for it! :)
So why am I babbling like I'm being paid for this....well, because I want to come back again. Samahan niyo ako!!! I wouldn't mind the same Hangul-fied bunch. (Because Saranghaeyo like that) But if you guys want to go try out this place, don't forget to invite me!!! HAHAHA. They have a branch in SM TheBlock and MOA!
The best thing about this place...it's really affordable! Kahit Grepa ka, OK LANG! :)
Let's go? Let's go? You know I'm one text or PM or Plurk away. HAHA.
I can't believe I got lost -- AGAIN. Uuwi na nga lang ako, naliligaw pa ako. HAHA.
I was on my way home. I left the dorm early so I could be at home by lunch time. I had to commute. And since I was up really early, I decided to commute-commute and not take the cab like I most always do.
So there, I actually looked like promdi and going home. I had my backpack and carried extra luggage on each hand while waiting for a bus to Cubao in Philcoa. I kept saying to myself, "Kaya mo to...kaya mo to....you've done it before!"
15 Buses passed, always full. So I decided to take the jeepney. Maraming jeepney na nakasulat Cubao...PATAY. Alin dito? Pumikit ako. Sabi ko pagdilat ko ng mata, yung unang jeep na dadaang may nakasulat na Cubao...yun na yun! So, 1....2.....3.....sakto! Biyaheng Cubao na jeep yung tumigil sa harap ko. I took it as a sign.
Sumakay ako. Tapos, biglang lumiko sa Kalayaan Ave. Sa isip isip ko, diba dapat Quezon Ave? pero bilang sabi ng jeep...."Cubao via Kalayaan" naisip ko na OK lang.Cubao pa din ang destination.
Mga 10 minutes na akong nakasakay.....wala pa din sa Cubao. Alam ko dapat 15 minutes or so lang yun mula Philcoa eh. Binabasa ko ang mga street signage. Kamias. Ok. Maasim yun...bakit ako napunta dito? Tapos, maya-maya lahat na ng nakasulat sa signage ay Cubao. Pero it wasn't the Cubao that I know of. Frack...where am I? Maya-maya, nasa K-5 street na ako. Aabangan ko pa sana hanggang K-9..kasi cool yun. Pero lahat ng pasahero nagsibabaan na.
Di ko alam kung hanggang dun lang ba talaga yung ruta. Pero bilang naliligaw ako. Clouded and thinking processes ko...bumaba din ako.
When all else fails, taxi prevails.
But WTH. Walang taxi. And I'm looking and feeling more promdi every friggin' second that I was standing in that place that I did not know with my backpack and the extra luggage at each hand. So I started walking.
I decided: Big Road = Taxi.
I kept walking. Maybe 3-4 blocks? Yay! Big Road! Yay! Taxi! Yay! Promdi gets Home.
The end.
Pagkatapos ko magbayad nung bus...pumunta akong 7-11 kasi 11:30 pa daw alis nung bus.Bumili ako ng slurpee. Tinanong ako ni kuya, anong size? Sabi ko yung pinakamalaki. Sabi niya 28 pesos daw. Binuksan ko ang wallet ko at kumuha ng pera. Sabi ko kay kuya, "Joke lang po. Anong size pala ang mabibili sa 20 pesos??"
Shet. nakakahiya. Wala nang lamang pera ang wallet ko. Last 20 pesos ko na pala.
So pumunta ako sa ATM inside 7-11. Pumila ako and this happened:
Ate A: ayaw.
Ate B: baka masyadong malaki gusto mong i-withdraw.
Trisha: (irritated) LALAKI! (and I didn't mean it to be out loud)
*Ate A & B stares me down until 11:20am*
Tapos pagdating sa bus, umupo na ako. Na-realize ko na para akong JJ. I was wearing my black skinny jeans, a baby-tee and my black UP Jacket with the hood on. I put my feet on the chair and drowned myself to the music from my iPod. At any rate. Nakatulog ako.
Sabi sa akin nung kundoktor, wala daw stopover yung bus na nasakyan ko. Pero after a few minutes, nagising ako sa isang mamang sumisigaw sa tenga ko. "Spayshal Macapuno, 10 pesos lang" na sinundan pa ni Ateng "Pyorfood Tender Josie Hotdog kayo dyan!!"
Potek, gusto kong matulog. Tapos may dumating pang Kuya/Ate kumakanta ng, "Sito at Mineral kayo diyan..." Tapos nung paalis na yung bus, nag-inarte pa si Kuya...
"Bili na kayo! Kumain na kayo ng mane, mane, mane....Kumain na kayo ng mane, mane, mane...." with his voice effects na dahan dahang pahina. Kainis lang.
At bilang nagbabasa ako ng tunaynalalake.blogspot.com...I could say, tunay na lalake si kuya. Kasi kung tunay na lalake ang Peanut Kisses dahil ito ay humahalik ng mane. Pano pa ang nagbebenta at kumakain ng mane?!?!?!
Ayun.The End na talaga. Nakauwi na ako, at di ako makapaniwalang ganito karami nangyari within 5 Hours. At lalong di ako makapaniwala na naliligaw pa din ako. Pero at least hindi siya kasing lala nung naligaw ako sa Tandang Sora at umiyak ako sa KFC bilang akala ko sooobrang layo ko na sa UP.
It's now or never. I can't believe that I have to deal with such decisions just as I reach legal age. It was like only yesterday when I was so glad that I'm finally 18...and now, I must have my future decided upon before I turn 19. Oh the pressure!
People say success is subjective.Happiness is subjective. Failure is subjective. Achievement is Subjective. Pakshet everything could be subjective if i deem them to be. But the thing is, not everyone agrees on the subjectivity. There are just some people who are hopelessly close minded. Unfortunately, they're the ones whom I wish and need to please.
I want to create a future that I could be happy with.
The stupid part is that I have to decide what to start building NOW. I can't be buying them Lego Pieces when I want to build a tower of Mega Blocks. That's just wrong.
And I'm not even sure if the people paying for my tuition will be as glad as I am when they found out that I bought the Mega Blocks when they actually wanted me to build the Lego tower.
I want to fulfill my family's (and relatives') dream for me. I want to pursue medicine.
But I also want to go to Japan. Study there, enjoy my youth and all that shiz.
So I thought, why not,put them together? I decided to take up medicine in Japan!
Then I realized that the Math part for the entrance exam was not multiple choice and covers algebra to calculus. Solve-and-show-your-solutions type of exam.
I foresee a dead end. Curse you math!!!!!!
I reiterate, CURSE YOU MATHEMATICS!
Anyways, there. So now I'm down to making a very tough decision: I could still go for studying in Japan but to make sure that I get in, I have to choose an easier course. Easier course, meaning something that is under the social sciences. OR I could decide to scrap the Japan-japan fantasy and just focus on my admissions for med schools in the Philippines.
What pains me more is that I'm doubting if I am actually for medicine. It's not like I see myself as something else, aside from being a doctor, in the future. But You here me rant about nearly failing Math, Bio, Physics and Chem ever so often....wouldn't you also come to wonder if I really am for the Natural Sciences? Maybe I'm not for med.
"Purpose is that little flame that lights a fire under your ass." (So profound isn't it? lol) I need to find that flame soon! I want to know my purpose! I'm not sure if it's something for me to decide on or does it just bitchslaps you on the face waiting for you to notice it? Has it been med all along? Or was I just pretending that it would be med?
Damnit.
I'm just a confused kid right now. Emphasize on KID.
Ok. This one's quite a pointless blog. A diary-ish blog that is. Prolly like a Plurk entry that is more than 140+ characters.
Right now, I'm watching The Golden Compass. I envy them, they have daemons, which are like their souls outside of their bodies in animal forms, and they could talk to them. I want one too!!!!! ^_^
Today, I had a haircut. I don't know if it was a good idea to get one.
I've been in Olongapo since yesterday -- making this weekend the longest weekend for my summer 2009.
Sorry for talking nonsense. But I shall go on. Haha.
Today, I was reading a book about the secret life of John F. Kennedy and his wife Jackie. What an extravagant life they had. Their families are both rich and influential. And most of all, they have such great fashion sense!! I want to be rich as well! I'll buy as much clothes as I can....even if that's not really practical. :P
I bet a lot of my friends will go play Rockband tomorrow! I envy you guys! I also want to play Rockband.....my fingers are itching. I even pretended that our piano's percussion function was similar to the drum set. I know, it's quite silly.
Also, today, my Mom told me about AAAALLLLLL her manliligaws. Ano ba yan, siya na ang maraming manliligaw. Sana ako din! HAHAHAHA. :P
And finally, I wonder how sad Bill Gate's children are. I mean, I've read they're not allowed to get iPods! Come on!!! How sad is that?!?!?! lol.
That's it. My mind is still spilling random thoughts. I want to write a more detailed blog from one of my points here. Maybe in the future....when I have more time and more interesting things to write about.
For now, just want to bid all the mothers a Happy Haha no Hi! (Mother's Day) ^___^
I will never take 7 AM classes ever again!!!!!!!! It is TOO EARLY. It is difficult!!!!
Today, I was not allowed to attend my class. The professor was really angry because I came in late.
What is worse, is that I was supposed to present my report today! I was really prepared! (Handouts, Powerpoint Presentation, Games and all the shiz) But the professor told me that I will never be allowed to report in his class!
I feel helpless and disappointed in myself.
I want to defend myself to the professor that it is only my first time to be late. But he is very angry and very strict. He told me "Ms. Torga, you are not needed in this class. Please step out."
This is the first time for me to experience such failure. What should I do???
Mahabang PS: Don't mind how I wrote this entry. I copy pasted from my blog entry in a Japanese community where I write as simple as possible. I don't want to think about it more! :(
This is really my first time to be kicked out from a class. I don't think that it has been that bad...I'm not even embarrassed -- but all my efforts to prepare for the report went down the drain just like that. That's what got me.
I don't want to make any excuses. Late is late. And being late at the day for your report is bullshit. Even if the reason for being late is because I was printing 10 copies of the handout (dahil wala pa ngang bukas na photocopy ng ganito kaaga) then bigla akong naubusan ng ink. SHET. I don't want to dwell on excuses.
I don't know what to do now. i finished crying it out. I'm not sure if I should drop the subject or what. And I don't know how to ask for forgiveness from the professor. I don't know what to say!!!
(pero surely I will rockband tonight!!!! come on p*tang in*ng stress to, okay!)
I'm just devastated right now. I feel so weird, so weird that I couldn't even type down this experience as if it was just one of my crazy adventures. :((
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