<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12117704</id><updated>2011-11-18T12:10:17.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life of po</title><subtitle type='html'>read at your own risk :)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polinbc.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12117704/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polinbc.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Polin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08012101240380251550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/Flip_fan/1775346.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12117704.post-5319624717654234615</id><published>2007-03-18T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T23:25:20.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored, part 2</title><content type='html'>hayy. Still bored, I reaaaally can't figure out what to do with my remaining uhmm..three days of freedom. Ang konti na lang pala. But as boring and as uneneventful these past few days of bumming around the house were, I don't want it to end so soon. Nakakainis, soon I'll be back learning stuff na naman. Hehe. I know I'm bad. I really should learn to value education. Especially when it's worth around...p2500. The price range of say, a good pair of Converse shoes. Not that I want to trade my review classes for a pair of shoes. hehe. Gusto ko naman pumasa ng boards, if God permits. And go to the states,where I can earn lots and lots of money, I mean piles of it, so that later on, I could build  a pool filled with money and I could swim on it all day, till eternity. hehe. Joke lang. But once, I really did dream of that, nung bata pa ako. Must be from reading too much Richie Rich comics. I don't know why I'm feeling so materialistic lately...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, out of boredom and too much free time these past few days, I decided to try to commute, I mean not just taxi, pero as in yung real thing, I mean jeepneys, MRT, bus,LRT, yung mga tipong siksikan and everything. Yung tipong mafi-feel mo na Pilipino ka talaga. hehe. Tipong, sobrang init na and lakad ka pa rin ng lakad to get to the next sakayan. The other day, I went to Megamall using the MRT. I had to walk the whole stretch of Annapolis na tanghaling tapat, sobrang init umitim ako talaga. The MRT was packed, as in packed talaga that I just stepped once inside and yun na yung lugar ko sa loob as in squished near the door of the MRT. And what's worse hindi ko alam na may men's and women's coach pala, so as usual sa men's coach ako nagpunta. So I was squished in between a lot of men na amoy araw, among other things, and the MRT door. Buti na lang five minutes lang papunta, or else feeling ko kung ano na nangyari sakin. I got through that, pero, I will never take the MRT, ever.&lt;br /&gt;And then, the other day naman, I went to Recto to look for cheap books. I didn't know where it was exactly, so I just walked and walked and walked til I got lost. Somehow, after thirty minutes of wandering aimlessly and figuring out if nadaanan ko ba yung store na yun or what, nakita ko yung LRT station and I just followed the tracks. I really didn't want to ask around, kasi I might give them the impression that I didn't know anything, like I was this naiive kid, gullible therefore easy to trick and manipulate. I mean, ganun nga ako in real life, pero syempre, I had to pretend, like I had my best uhm, "mature adult" face on, strutting my best "I know-this-place" walk, so that I could get out of Recto alive! Grabe sobrang gulo dun. But, nakaalis naman ako, managed to walk again in the sweltering heat of Quiapo, and board the bus going to Greenhills. It was a humbling, learning experience for me. I learned, that in the event na konti na lang pera ko, I should just make utang and take a taxi. AND, next time, go to Recto with a friend who knows the place. Gosh. I feel like my wisdom's growing every minute. Hehe. Just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So those were my public commute adventures. Si Toffee, nagiingay na naman. Bukas, I have to take her sa vet. This white circular thing on her eye is really starting to bother us. We suspect it might be a cataract...and I suspect na baka may DM si toffee, I mean she's literally peeing all over the place. Plus she's fat. I'm not really sure if that's connected. I should know this, cause I'm a nurse. I mean, a soon-to-be-nurse, if God permits. Hoooh..sana talaga maging RN na ko, I mean sana walang maging complications. At sana...maging competent RN naman ako. Sana talaga!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12117704-5319624717654234615?l=polinbc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polinbc.blogspot.com/feeds/5319624717654234615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12117704&amp;postID=5319624717654234615&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12117704/posts/default/5319624717654234615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12117704/posts/default/5319624717654234615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polinbc.blogspot.com/2007/03/bored-part-2.html' title='Bored, part 2'/><author><name>Polin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08012101240380251550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/Flip_fan/1775346.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12117704.post-6295213823879290247</id><published>2007-03-10T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T23:33:18.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*_*</title><content type='html'>*_*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ganyan itsura ko ngayon...parang dead...hehehe...sobrang boring kasi now that medyo-halos-konting-konti-na-lang yung mga school work...halos napanuod ko na lahat ng DVDs dito...ang ganda pala ng The Departed...puro mura nga lang, as in f***words, yung mga ganun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;medyo mahaba yung break namin till graduation. Dapat lang noh...pero nakakainis I can't find productive things to do...ang ginawa ko lang is kumain and matulog plus nuod ng TV. I'm hoping na at least tumaba ako sa ginagawa ko, so that when I come back for school...mas mataba na ko. la lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kanina... I bought this DVD ng March of the Penguins, tapos nung pag saksak ko it was in french, I tried to watch it pero di ko ma stand yung accent! It was so weird the girl narrator sounded so drunk...actually all french sound drunk pero siya sobra...anyway, syempre di ko na tinapos. Kakafrustrate. Medyo na depress nga ko eh. Na-deprive ako of seeing those cute baby penguins na nasa cover ng DVD...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yun lang...share ko lang,hehe...ang nonsense nitong entry na to..hehe..i'll go back to watching tv now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12117704-6295213823879290247?l=polinbc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polinbc.blogspot.com/feeds/6295213823879290247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12117704&amp;postID=6295213823879290247&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12117704/posts/default/6295213823879290247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12117704/posts/default/6295213823879290247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polinbc.blogspot.com/2007/03/blog-post.html' title='*_*'/><author><name>Polin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08012101240380251550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/Flip_fan/1775346.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12117704.post-1952956671226386801</id><published>2007-02-10T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T00:18:40.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Völker des gutenabends!</title><content type='html'>My one talent, speaking German! hehehe...thanks brain. and thanks babelfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y'know my dad said na our descendants were Germans. But I highly doubt that...hehe. My dad likes to invent stuff for our amusement. Once he said he had an IQ of 300. And I believed him, that is, until grade school. I remember, I got so upset because I thought that I had such a low IQ, I mean after all, it was out of 300 right? Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These past few weeks, though ridiculously hectic, had been full of pleasant surprises. I didn't expect much from the retreat, in fact, I was sorta planning not to go (though I constantly had to remind myself na nakabayad na ko dun)...but then it turned out to be one of the most enlightening moments of my life. Thanks to Caluruega. And to Fr. Stephen. And to my classmates. RLE including, of course. And then, right after we had to go through our Psych protocol (our last one), and it just so happened that I was the leader and I had to act like a decent one, even if I really wasn't. Making a layout for a wall sized tarpaulin, and using that computer murderer program Adobe Photoshop, literally turned my brain into mush. I was never really good at making stuff from computer programs. Glad that was over. I was kinda worried, but our protocol turned out well. Psychiatry turned out to be really interesting. Then of course, the finale. Our thesis, which had been the biggest source of headaches, stress, heartaches, tears, and basta, all of those things bad for the body and soul, nanggaling dun sa paggawa ng thesis namin...well, it turned out to be &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;worth it&lt;/em&gt;. Worth the three week long cough and colds we all endured dahil walang pahinga. I'm happy, and it's not just because of the feeling of having the first honors, and because parang mga superstars kami this week, but because of that other blessing this thing has brought us. It's ironic to think that this thesis, which had once threatened to shatter us, break us apart, is now bringing us closer and closer together. Like old times. But with more respect for each other, and more depth of friendship. And what's funny is that hindi yung retreat ang gumawa nito but yung thesis namin, haha :) It's so nice!!! I hope it lasts though. Dahil...mabilis ang mga exacerbation periods ng mga tao. Especially in our group, hehe. For now, I'm hoping that we get that other kind of blessing. The monetary kind I mean. We had one, but I want MORE!!! Our thesis is groundbreaking, fer crying out loud! Our miracle tool will work its magic! It's going serve millions of temporarily nonvocal, intubated patients and their families! So it's just right we to ask for a bit of material compensation. I am really not kidding. And now I couldn't help but realize how greedy I am. And I don't feel bad about it. HEHE :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...tinatamad nako now that I think the heaviest part of our troubles have passed. Still have tons to do, but definitely lighter. I think. I hope. But knowing myself...I'm one prone to eating my words. Sad but true :) Supposed to be doing requirement stuff, but instead, nag-ayos lang ako ng blog. Ang tamad ko talaga...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12117704-1952956671226386801?l=polinbc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polinbc.blogspot.com/feeds/1952956671226386801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12117704&amp;postID=1952956671226386801&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12117704/posts/default/1952956671226386801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12117704/posts/default/1952956671226386801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polinbc.blogspot.com/2007/02/vlker-des-gutenabends.html' title='Völker des gutenabends!'/><author><name>Polin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08012101240380251550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/Flip_fan/1775346.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12117704.post-116688785702353878</id><published>2006-12-23T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T23:33:24.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My new favorite Bible passage!</title><content type='html'>I'm not religious or anything...pero I really believe that the Bible is the greatest book ever written.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ecclesiastes 3:1-8&lt;br /&gt;From The Holy Bible (King James Version)Attributed to King Solomon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To everything there is a season,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and a time to every purpose under heaven: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A time to be born, and&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a time to die; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a time to plant, and &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a time to pluck up that which is planted; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A time to kill, and &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a time to heal; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a time to break down, and &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a time to build up; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A time to weep, and &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a time to laugh; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a time to mourn, and &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a time to dance;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A time to cast away stones, and &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a time to gather stones together; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a time to embrace, and &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a time to refrain from embracing;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A time to get, and &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a time to lose; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a time to keep, and &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a time to cast away; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A time to rend, and &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a time to sow; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a time to keep silence, and &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a time to speak; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A time to love, and &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a time to hate; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a time of war; and &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a time of peace.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12117704-116688785702353878?l=polinbc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polinbc.blogspot.com/feeds/116688785702353878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12117704&amp;postID=116688785702353878&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12117704/posts/default/116688785702353878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12117704/posts/default/116688785702353878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polinbc.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-new-favorite-bible-passage.html' title='My new favorite Bible passage!'/><author><name>Polin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08012101240380251550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/Flip_fan/1775346.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12117704.post-116688526974557844</id><published>2006-12-23T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T22:47:49.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ang tagal ko nang di nag-uupdate! Y'know I almost forgot my username here...I tried like three times before I got it right. Share ko lang hehehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's almost Christmas, I mean it's literally just 24 hours away, and yet I still don't feel it that much. And I'm so sure that it's not just me. Just take a look outside and you'll know what I mean. There's less lights, less decorations, less festivity. Wala nga kaming Christmas tree here in our house. The only time I felt Christmas-sy was when I was buying gifts (along with ten thousand other people) in the tiangge and they were playing these Christmas songs in the background. Yun lang. Its just that Christmas seems to get more and more gloomy every year. Or is it because I'm just getting older. When I was a kid Christmas was really the thing to look forward to. Christmas meant cold weather ( cause back then every Christmas we'd go to Baguio and have this big family reunion), more playmates (more cousins, to be exact), big gifts (kasi pag toys, syempre naka box yun), basta, it was a lot more fun. And back then, I really knew what Christmas was all about. I knew that it was all about Jesus, and how he was born in this little kubo, with all these horses and donkeys around... and above them was this huge, huge star. Christmas was so ideal back then. Now, I've heard, that in places all over Europe and America, people just say "Happy Holidays", they prefer to say happy holidays because it's more politically correct, more "neutral". The whole thing is so stupid. Hehe. I know I'm getting a bit carried away pero I just don't want to become like them. I don't want to turn into some unbelieving old scrooge. This is no exaggeration, but we all need a miracle!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway...mejo madrama yun hah...hehe just to get it off my chest. We're going to Hong Kong tommorow and none of us is packed yet. Wala pa nga sila dito eh, they're off into some party or something. Speaking of party, we had one (yung class) last wednesday. It was okay but I didn't enjoy it very much. I just liked the eating part hehe. Lalo na yung lechon, yum yum :). I got less gifts ( mejo materialistic ako...), and by the end everyone was sort of bored and itching to go home or somewhere else. Although I want to tell you what happened after our party...let's just say I don't really remember anything about it. hehehe...wink wink hint hint :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My Christmas List:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;5. Converse shoes the blue one with the swirly swirly design. I know di ko to makukuha but whatever...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;4. Ballet flats. Yung binigay ko for kris kringle...pinagnanasaan ko pa rin hanggang ngayon. Dapat sa kin yun eh! Kaso nga lang..no money huhuhu...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;3. Money! Dami ko bayaran for school...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2. *secret* something to do with my dad.hehe :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1. PEACE OF MIND! Peace of mind for myself, for my family, my mom, my relatives, my friends, and for everyone else in the entire world. This is the miracle we all need!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;....Merry Christmas!!! Yehh!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12117704-116688526974557844?l=polinbc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polinbc.blogspot.com/feeds/116688526974557844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12117704&amp;postID=116688526974557844&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12117704/posts/default/116688526974557844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12117704/posts/default/116688526974557844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polinbc.blogspot.com/2006/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>Polin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08012101240380251550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/Flip_fan/1775346.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12117704.post-115832349593712615</id><published>2006-09-15T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T20:31:35.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>+++</title><content type='html'>haynaku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.  asa internet cafe na naman ako,  actually tapos nako sa  gagawin ko. I just don't feel like going back to the dorm.  Minsan kasi its nice just being by yourself at walang pakealam yung mga tao around you. I guess its pretty obvious na mejo depressed ako. Aside from the usual school stuff its been extra draining kanina. Tapos naisipan ko pang magbasa nung past entries sa blog nung mga sisters ko. Kahit na ayaw nila pa read sa kin yun I still read it. Kasi its the only way of knowing how they really are. I never really tell them anything  pero the truth is I miss them a lot. Kahit na umuuwi ako I never get the chance to really be with them. Usually when I go home natutulog ako agad and then the next day homework agad. Sometimes nga di nako nakakasama sa Heritage dahil sa schoolwork. Nung nagbasa ako nung past entries ng sisters ko, I came across this one entry ni ate. It was about my dad and the day he died. I remember that day, nakuha ko yung text and spbrang kinabahan ako, and then when I got there the way my dad looked, it was so traumatizing and scary I cried.  All the more na I felt alone kasi  wala yung  mom ko and wala din yung sisters ko. I really was alone. Naasar naman ako now kasi binasa ko pa yung entry na yun. I know this entry is pathetic and sad and incredibly lame pero I cant help it. Its so melodramatic. I feel so hypocritical kasi naiirita ako everytime I read melodramatic stuff and now i'm doing the same thing. Everything is so irritating..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any way kelangan ko nang umalis kasi wala na kong pera. Yun pa, another thing..pag wala kang pera sobrang nakakadepress. I just wrote this kasi I needed to get it off my head. babalik na naman ako sa dorm where again Apple would nag me to death about stupid trivial stuff, and where makikita ko na naman ang mga libro ko and maaalala ko na naman ang school, and everthing about school. irritating. I feel like such a wuss it irritates me. grr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12117704-115832349593712615?l=polinbc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polinbc.blogspot.com/feeds/115832349593712615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12117704&amp;postID=115832349593712615&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12117704/posts/default/115832349593712615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12117704/posts/default/115832349593712615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polinbc.blogspot.com/2006/09/blog-post.html' title='+++'/><author><name>Polin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08012101240380251550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/Flip_fan/1775346.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12117704.post-115185857141138699</id><published>2006-07-02T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T00:42:51.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Superman was spotted in MANILA at 10 pm!"</title><content type='html'>...that was a line from the movie! Swear, as in meron dun! Ang galing noh???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Superman!!! Both of them, I mean Superman (the comic book hero) and Brandon Routh (yung super-gwapong actor sa movie). I watched it yesterday night jan sa Promenade, and it was so great!!!&lt;br /&gt;I had no idea that the whole Superman story was so deep...I mean, my sister just told me about a thing they studied in college, "The Myth of Superman" written by some philosopher named Umberto Eco (ang cool ng name niya noh???). The whole movie was full of philosophical stuff,   and it was from there that I realized na meron din siyang sort of Christian references, I mean, Jor-El (yung tatay ni Superman) said to him (Kal- El, otherwise known as Superman) something like, "... they (tayong human beings) only lack the light to show the way...for this reason, above all, I have sent you, my only son.." How coincidental noh? But I don't think it was intentional on Joe Siegel's (yung creator) part. I know a little bit about Superman kasi yung Chem teacher namin nung high school supergeeky bout it...(actually supergeek na siya even if you remove the Superman fan thing...)&lt;br /&gt;Kahit na hindi ako fan nung comic books, I felt that this movie did justice to the whole Superman  saga. The way he was depicted kasi, he was so...superhuman. Lalo na the way he moves and flies, sobrang fluid and smooth, and whenever he saves someone, or whenever he lifts something, it's so effortless. That's Superman for you. Of course, what's great about is that, despite his being a "superhuman", he has a weak side to him, making him human...so he's both "super" and "human"...making him "Superman"!!!&lt;br /&gt;Si Brandon Routh, sooobrang galing niya as Clark/ Superman. Bukod sa pagiging cute, he was able to carry the role very well, considering na first movie niya ito...ang galing noh? Sobrang bagay sa kanya yung red cape,blue suit...and tights...favorite ko na siya!&lt;br /&gt;...Panonoorin ko ulit to, swear! Sa mall of Asia, where it's IMAX. Excited na ko!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this week nag ward kami, but this time we were the am group, so there were more things to do. I really, really enjoyed being a charge nurse, kasi you get to boss people around without having any guilty feeling whatsoever, hehe. It went well, buti na lang, and it was such a great feeling na all of the patients recognize you, even after tapos ka na being the charge nurse. I felt super happy kasi some of them remembered my name, and called me by my name, even if di ko sila masyado nakausap...yey! I'm liking this thing more and more...I had one patient, she was a cute kid, and she was with her mom, whom at first, was scary...you know yung typical nanay, but medyo conyo siya so it was harder. But then na kaya ko naman and I spoke straight english to her (!) and then, she sort of warmed up a bit. By the end of the shift, she was super nice to me na! Yey! Tapos hinanap pa raw niya ako when we left na, sabi nung charge nurse namin. Moments like these, no matter how rare, make up for the past screw-ups  I've had sa ward. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...gabi na pala. I need to sleep na kasi maaga pa tomorrow. Sobrang nakakatamad pumasok lalo na pag lecture days..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12117704-115185857141138699?l=polinbc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polinbc.blogspot.com/feeds/115185857141138699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12117704&amp;postID=115185857141138699&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12117704/posts/default/115185857141138699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12117704/posts/default/115185857141138699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polinbc.blogspot.com/2006/07/superman-was-spotted-in-manila-at-10.html' title='&quot;Superman was spotted in MANILA at 10 pm!&quot;'/><author><name>Polin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08012101240380251550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/Flip_fan/1775346.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12117704.post-114719574974138317</id><published>2006-05-10T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T01:29:09.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>Kahapon I had my usual afternoon PE class, which was basketball...we lost our game, tapos di man lang ako naka shoot, I mean, kahit isa for the ENTIRE summer class di man lang ako naka shoot. I knew I was bad at basketball (actually, kahit anong sports naman eh), pero I was hoping talaga na I could at least make one point.  That never happened, kaya na-depress naman ako. Sobrang sad ko kaya nun, feeling ko tuloy ako si Charlie Brown (si Charlie Brown kasi, always depressed kasi he always loses sa mga baseball games nila and he never catches the ball, tuloy ayaw nung mga tao sa kanya, mas magaling pa si Snoopy maglaro kaysa sa kanya). I was slowly making my way along Forbes (papunta sa bahay nila Trixie dahil bibili ako fish sa kanya) when I felt someone pinch my arm, turns out it was my PE teacher!!! He was really nice, and we had the usual small talk ('san po kayo papunta?'-stuff like that, hehe). I asked him about my grade, kasi feeling ko mababa ako (I've scored 0 points diba?) and then he said not to worry. Magaling naman daw ako, dahil he sees me running around and stuff (yun lang kasi kaya ko eh...hehe) and minsan nakukuha ko naman yung rebounds and steals. When he said that, I felt super great!!! As in!!! Kasi my whole life I've never had someone compliment me on my athletic abilities,and that I always get low  grades in PE, even since grade school, I have the lowest grades in class (ang sad noh???). Kaya nung pagpunta ko kay Trixie I was all smiles and I was super happy...hehe :) Bukas, last meeting na namin, and after that, freedom!!! For three weeks!!! Yehh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, last week, I bought the whole dvd set of Space Sheriff Shaider, and I was extremely pleased with my purchase, kasi I no longer have to wait every Saturday to see it. Pinanood ko siyang lahat (48 episodes in three days) and it was such a great experience! Ang cool kasi nung show, great special effects (kahit luma na siya), yung stories very wholesome and full of morals for kids, and kasi, cute si Shaider, ehehehe. Not bad looking at all, kasi yung mga predecessors nung show niya (the previous Space Sheriffs, Gavan and Sharivan) ang pangit nila! Anyway, basta cool yung Shaider :) Pero  sayang, patay na pala yung actor na gumanap kay Shaider, si Hiroshi Tsuburaya...he was very much idolized, especially among twenty-something Pinoys (excluding me, of course, twenty lang naman ako).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kailingan ko nang matulog, maaga pa kasi ako gigising bukas...mga 10 am :) I have to go to UST tomorrow ng mas maaga, kasi babalik pa kong OR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Charlie Brown's trademark is that he's perpetually depressed, as in most of the time, he mopes around. Kasi he's not good at sports, and minsan, ayaw pa ni Snoopy sa kanya. He's usually seen consulting the help of Lucy van pelt for psychiatric help, who charges him 5 cents a session...Ang maganda sa Peanuts strip, the characters are kids, but they act like adults, di ba? Di mo sila makikita naglalaro ng toys, unlike sa Rugrats. They don't talk the way 7 year old usually do. Ang cute pa nila, ang laki ng ulo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12117704-114719574974138317?l=polinbc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polinbc.blogspot.com/feeds/114719574974138317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12117704&amp;postID=114719574974138317&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12117704/posts/default/114719574974138317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12117704/posts/default/114719574974138317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polinbc.blogspot.com/2006/05/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>Polin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08012101240380251550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/Flip_fan/1775346.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12117704.post-114399319185576614</id><published>2006-04-02T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T23:59:46.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fourth Year na koh!!! Yey..?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Kakainis talaga, puro pop-ups ng porn ang computer namin!!! Its getting dirtier and dirtier every time, at least noon me clothes pa sila, now...basta sobrang kadiri, reminds me of how many perverts are out there...to think some live near me!! (the pictures come with an address, eh sometimes you can't help but look right?...sa address, di yung pictures.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway a week has passed since school ended and I recieved a text saying how fourth year na kami, and how happy 3rd year was, yung ganun...though the text was touching, after reading it I realized na indeed fourth year na nga kami, and I got scared! Scared because I know how fast time is, and before you know it graduation na! After which review tapos boards, and then after you pass...real world na! May job ka na sa kung anong hospital, and then wala ka nang mga vacation, tapos, iba na yung mga kasama mo...it's sad!!!To think, the people you've been with for four years, not to mention that three years you've been with your own rle, and you might never see them na (well, not in the same way as in school). It's like you're with them for the longest time , and then , in an instant, parang...well, it's hard to explain, but generally, ayoko pang mag-graduate because I don't want to leave the people behind. hehe. A bit melodramatic and depressing pero I had to get it out of my system...you see I always have a hard time with my seperation anxiety. Once, we were leaving the country for three weeks and I cried because I didn't want to leave my dad and sister behind. I was 16 then. hehe. If you think about it, this is good na rin, at least I'm preparing myself, somehow, of what's to come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last week I attended Lisa's graduation. I was expecting it to be hot pero di naman pala kasi umulan. Sobrang cheap kasi nung school niya, to think, uppity-school yun pero sa outdoor gym lang yung graduation!!! Cheap!!! At least kami sa CCP, with aircons and everything. Baka yun yung kapalit ng bad facilities sa school (I'd like to stress bad facilities, nakakadiri yung CR parati walang water, and then kung may water na, wala nang students to use it dahil gabi na. Ang devious. To think mga health advocates pa naman kami!!!) . Back to the graduation, magaling yung speakers (given na yun dahil sa school nila...), and yung guest speaker nila yung creator ng Gawad Kalinga program. I was surprised kasi honestly, I thought that being an "uppity" school mga graduates dun would stick to things like business, etc (yung mga self-serving jobs...ehehe, just kidding, business and business-related graduates :)) Sabi niya, di daw siya rich (di ako naniniwala, but at least he's humble), coming from a middle class family living amidst the slum area. Basically, he created GK to give these people from the slum area , a "middle class" vicinity to live on (hence the building of new houses) so that they will be "elevated", with dignity and everything. After his speech I realized that there are still some rich people who care about the real things in life. I hate the rich people who do not care, especially politicians!!! Kakainis talaga, isang gabi (diba naglipat kami sa ibang unit) di kami makatulog kasi sobrang loud ng music sa unit above us. We wanted to have the guards stop it pero no one was answering the door daw...probably kasi sobrang loud di nila marinig, mga bingi sila siguro. Anyway turns out na "congressman" daw me ari ng unit na yun. Hearing that, I got even more angry kasi I bet its their spoiled kids who were playing that (ugly-and-baduy-trying-to-be-hip-hop) music. Gusto sabihin na ang loser niyo naman kung gusto niyo magparty pumunta na lang kayong mga bar diyan oh!!! Napakarami diyan, lalo na mga gay bar pwedeng-pwede kayo jan. Grrr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, yun pa lang naman nangyari sa kin...next week i'll go to school para mag enroll for PE summer. Grrr. To think pupunta kong school everyday para lang mag-PE???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12117704-114399319185576614?l=polinbc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polinbc.blogspot.com/feeds/114399319185576614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12117704&amp;postID=114399319185576614&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12117704/posts/default/114399319185576614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12117704/posts/default/114399319185576614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polinbc.blogspot.com/2006/04/fourth-year-na-koh-yey.html' title='Fourth Year na koh!!! Yey..?'/><author><name>Polin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08012101240380251550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/Flip_fan/1775346.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12117704.post-113785568458922614</id><published>2006-01-21T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T23:01:24.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I missed Shaider again :(</title><content type='html'>I should be doing my homework now, pero matagal na kong di naguupdate, so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now we're assigned sa NCMH, that's National Center for &lt;em&gt;Mental &lt;/em&gt;Health, may two weeks pa kami left, and I really really can't wait till it's over, gusto ko nang mag-iba ng shift!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not because it's physically demanding na tipong you have to stand around a lot(like in the hospital wards), on the contrary, parati nga kaming nakaupo dito eh. We don't even give meds. All we ever do there is sit around and talk to them. Initially, I didn't want to call them &lt;em&gt;baliw&lt;/em&gt;, because I think the term is so derogatory and mean and reserved for those extremely bad people na rapists, but now, I think the term is so appropriate for them. I'm lucky, cause my patient's quite mellow, but the others there, sobrang baliw sila talaga! Last week, we had this homework wherein we were supposed to do a transcript of all of our conversations with them, and analyze it (yung continuation nung transcript is what I should be doing now instead of this...). While I was remembering my conversation with my patient, I realized na there's nothing really good we can do for them. That's the saddest part for me, cause I really felt that mga hopeless cases na sila. There really is no cure for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My patient's name is Neneng, though I doubt if that's really her nickname. She's really mellow, as opposed to the others, who are really aggressive and manipulative. Actually, she's very nice, though she's disoriented and her thinking is like that of a seven year old, and our conversation lacks sense most of the time. Makulit din siya, and everytime we meet, she asks, "anong dinala mo sa kin?". Pero cute din siya, overweight, and I smile whenever I observe her from afar. She really is like a kid. Maybe I &lt;em&gt;will&lt;/em&gt; buy her a pair of red slippers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was reading about Schizophrenia, I remembered Van Gogh, cause I did a report on him last year. Actually, hindi sila sure if he had bipolar disorder, or if he was a schizophrenic. Well, whatever it is, feeling ko, the reason why his paintings look that way (as if it's moving, or constantly in motion, fluidlike) is because of the hallucinations he's experiencing. Nobody can paint  better than him, &lt;em&gt;and nobody paints like him&lt;/em&gt;. I remember looking at Starry Night and how it seems to have a life of its own. He's my favorite painter/ historical person, kasi whenever you look at his paintings, you just can't help but sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also should be doing our Lit paper now, eh...ang hirap kasi. Poems, of all things. Poems are my least favorite kind of writing because I can't understand them. Tapos, yung napili pa namin na book, it's so hard to comprehend since sobrang symbolical siya. Whenever I read it, I get irritated kasi I think it's just all about sex. Nakalagay "love poems" pero puro sexual undertones naman eh!!! I really can't appreciate it. The writer is supposedly homosexual, and coincidentally was one of my sister's professors. Which makes me think na why is it that most of the homosexuals I come across are so SPO?  Well, not really most, just some, and yun yung mga tipong ladlad na talaga.  Dahil ba they were repressed before? Inherent na ba sa kanila yun? If you're gay, does it follow na (sexually) liberated ka na rin? I have nothing against them, in fact I think they're the best kind of people you can be friends with, pero curious lang naman ako...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;NA MISS KO NA NAMAN ANG SHAIDER!!! two weeks in a row na yun ah...kainis!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12117704-113785568458922614?l=polinbc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polinbc.blogspot.com/feeds/113785568458922614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12117704&amp;postID=113785568458922614&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12117704/posts/default/113785568458922614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12117704/posts/default/113785568458922614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polinbc.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-missed-shaider-again.html' title='I missed Shaider again :('/><author><name>Polin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08012101240380251550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/Flip_fan/1775346.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12117704.post-113292779326029980</id><published>2005-11-25T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T22:09:58.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>time space warp, ngaun din!!!</title><content type='html'>I've just found out, after much researching, that the main girl-enemy in Shaider (the one who says, "time space warp ngayon din"), the gay-sounding girl (they used a man's voice for her) is actually&lt;em&gt; really&lt;/em&gt;, a man dressed up as a woman. The character really&lt;em&gt; was&lt;/em&gt; designed to be a cross-dresser. Ang weird! Then, I also noticed that in every episode, they never fail to take shots of Annie's skirt, or rather what's under it. Kasi whenever she kicks bad guys, naturally her skirt flies up, revealing her undies. I don't know what to think of it...Last thing, the song-dance number/enemy-birthing scene (yung may egg) is quite disturbing. Lalo na yung music! Very haunting, very hypnotizing, I kept looking for some subliminal things that might be there, pero wala naman. Shaider, if you think about it, is really not for kids. But I still like it no matter what :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;Time space warp, ngaun din! If I could only warp through time, I will. Back to when I was still a little kid, when I didn't care about anything at all. All I did then, was eat junkfood and candies, draw on our family pictures using black pentel pen, draw on walls using the black pentel pen again, eat stuff from the ground, play with the soil on our yard, unearth "treasure" from the soil (which turn out to be broken pieces of glass), look for cool-looking rocks and stones (which some, turn out to be hardened pieces of dog's poopoo..I knew when it crumbled in my hand), to name a few. I was a very dirty kid. Even though I was punished a hundred times by my parents, lolas,lolos, uncles, titas and yayas...I still kept on doing it. I was a very selfish kid, and my mom wasted no time in reminding me that. Of course, nag-mature naman ako (kahit pa paano) and now, I'm not so selfish anymore (well, nabawasan) . Actually, I really don't know where I'm going with this...basta gusto maging bata ulit. So that I can vandalize our walls again. This time, technicolor na. Hehe. That exhilirating feeling of drawing &lt;em&gt;shaded&lt;/em&gt; stick figures on that white, crisp wall never left me, even after 13(?) years. Pati na rin yung event afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***Painful Flashback***&lt;br /&gt;My dad: O, SINO GUMAWA NITO??? KAW BA???&lt;br /&gt;Me: hinde po....(I hid the pentel pen somewhere)&lt;br /&gt;(somehow, he figures out na ako talaga nagdrawing)&lt;br /&gt;Dad: (taking out his belt) Sabi na nga na wag gawin yan EH!!!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Waaah!!! (tries to run away, but dad was just too fast....)&lt;br /&gt;Mom: ( in the background) kasi tigas tigas ng ulo di kasi pinapagalitan eh sino ba nagbigay ng pen na yun? lagot ka kay lola...&lt;br /&gt;Me: Waaah!!!&lt;br /&gt;***end of painful flashback***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, after all those years, I still remember that!!! Yun ata yung pinakagrabeng nangyari sakin. Corporal punishment should be banned. It's illegal I tell ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12117704-113292779326029980?l=polinbc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polinbc.blogspot.com/feeds/113292779326029980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12117704&amp;postID=113292779326029980&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12117704/posts/default/113292779326029980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12117704/posts/default/113292779326029980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polinbc.blogspot.com/2005/11/time-space-warp-ngaun-din.html' title='time space warp, ngaun din!!!'/><author><name>Polin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08012101240380251550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/Flip_fan/1775346.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12117704.post-113215372919510796</id><published>2005-11-16T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T23:08:49.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i watched goblet of fire na!!!</title><content type='html'>Even though I was sick kanina, I still made my way sa Promenade to watch the 4th installment, Goblet of Fire. Well...generally, I liked it, but there were moments in the movie which made me go, "wha--??". I can't put my finger on it, but there was something off about this movie. It was really, really fast, if you compare it with the book. A lot of things were cut. Medyo magulo, if you haven't read the book. I guess what really dissapointed me was that the events in the movie was different from what I had imagined. It was different in my head. But oh well...what can you do diba? I'm sure I'm not the only one complaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The acting was great! I liked Ralph Fiennes as Voldemort...ang scary niya! Mad-eye moody was great also. Ron was great (siya lang ata consistent sa buong series), Harry was a lot better but meron pa rin lacking. Hermione...ang weird ng pagka-acting niya! It's like she's so angsty...diba dapat si harry yun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Script: hay!!! don't get me started on this. Kainis. My sister always says "You can never compare a movie from a book, because a movie is a different art form in itself." Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-the yule ball bit was also quite strange to me. I felt like I was watching a teenage movie. I imagined the yule ball bit to be a lot different. I don't know if I should like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-New characters!!! Cedric is sooo pretty! At one point, I wished it was Harry who would die and not him, becuase ang gwapo niya, and ang bait pa! I almost cried nung namatay siya. Cho chang, when I looked at the pictures, I was like " She's not pretty enough!!!". But pretty and sweet naman pala siya eh. I understand how Harry would like her. Movie Krum is different from Book Krum. Movie Krum is attractive and cool, and hermione actually likes him, but Book Krum is ugly, akward and... ugly, again. Another reason to complain. Fleur...don't get me started on her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Harry's "crying" scene. A lot better than sa last movie, but a bit out of place! Also, imbis na ma-move ako sa scene na iyon, I was smirking. I found it weird and funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, have to go na...starting to feel dizzy again. Time to drink medicine again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12117704-113215372919510796?l=polinbc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polinbc.blogspot.com/feeds/113215372919510796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12117704&amp;postID=113215372919510796&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12117704/posts/default/113215372919510796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12117704/posts/default/113215372919510796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polinbc.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-watched-goblet-of-fire-na.html' title='i watched goblet of fire na!!!'/><author><name>Polin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08012101240380251550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/Flip_fan/1775346.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12117704.post-112972427842304145</id><published>2005-10-19T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T22:22:03.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm healthy!</title><content type='html'>...meron pang mga nakasingit na food particles in between the spaces ng keyboard namin. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm healthy, I'm healthy, I'm healthy....( to the tune of Spongebob's "I'm ready, I'm ready" song...alam niyo yun???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since wala akong magawa and sobrang bored ako, magre-reflect na lang ako about my experiences last week. Nagpa-labs ako (blood tests, etc) since kailangan, dahil next shift namin sa San Lazaro Hospital (yung todo sa daming &lt;em&gt;infectious &lt;/em&gt;diseases). Sobrang miracle kasi normal lahat ng values...dati rati'y kasi ay parati akong anemic, o di kaya elevated yung mga WBC count, or basta merong abnormal. Ngayon hinde, which means I'm healthy! woohoo! It's strange, this sem, sobrang lax ako, sometimes di na nga ko nagaaral for a quiz eh...tapos, every night I get at least mga 5 hours of sleep. More than that pa nga eh, kasi after school, I arrive at mga 5:30 sa dorm and sleep until mga 8 pm. Then I eat dinner, then a bit of studying, and mga 12 matutulog na ko. Then pag lunchtime, if there's enough time, I go home, I walk under the hot sun just so that makauwi akong dorm and makatulog. I also gained 5 pounds! hooray for me! Pero ang baba naman ng grades ko :( Eheheh. Oh well. Anyway,kung kayo pa pipiliin, health, o grades???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pupunta kaming bangkok this thursday. Ayoko maging excited or anything, kasi baka ma-dissapoint lang ako. Kasi, if you're with my family, with my overly-hysterical ("asan na tayo!?! nawawala na tayo!?!"), paranoid, and somewhat dysfunctional, family, you'd think twice before having a trip with them. But somehow, amidst all the [hysterical shouting] , it's still quite fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay. Nakakainis yung UST website, I can't seem to open it...kasi naman, pa high-tech pa sila e hinde naman pala nila kaya. Speaking of this, naalala ko tuloy yung CWTS namin, and what a mess that was. Sobrang walang kwenta talaga. They try to be high tech and everything, ang yabang pa nila, saying na yung&lt;br /&gt;"e-leap" (name of their program) daw ang very first of its kind, pero ang dali naman masira. So cheap hah!!! Lalo na yung facilitator namin, jologs talaga siya. He looks like this OPM artist na sobrang jologs. Di ko alam kung sino mas jologs, siya or yung OPM artist na yun. We really hate him. He ignited our homicidal urges every week with that jolog-sy face of his. Buti na lang wala na siya!!! &lt;em&gt;Wala na siya sa UST&lt;/em&gt;, sa UST lang... baka kala niyo kung ano...oh please, we ain't that lucky noh.But still.Bwahaha! He's outta our lives!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to the UST website. Wala pa rin, ano ba yan. Paano ko malalaman kung pumasa ako? Mageenroll ako tomorrow, tapos baka sabihin nila, "Your name is not on the list". Oh no!!! Que horror! Sana di naman yung mangyari. Oh well. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12117704-112972427842304145?l=polinbc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polinbc.blogspot.com/feeds/112972427842304145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12117704&amp;postID=112972427842304145&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12117704/posts/default/112972427842304145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12117704/posts/default/112972427842304145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polinbc.blogspot.com/2005/10/im-healthy.html' title='I&apos;m healthy!'/><author><name>Polin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08012101240380251550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/Flip_fan/1775346.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12117704.post-112956430515658207</id><published>2005-10-17T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T23:51:45.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*_*</title><content type='html'>cno ba tong mga nagp-post ng comments????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12117704-112956430515658207?l=polinbc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polinbc.blogspot.com/feeds/112956430515658207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12117704&amp;postID=112956430515658207&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12117704/posts/default/112956430515658207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12117704/posts/default/112956430515658207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polinbc.blogspot.com/2005/10/blog-post.html' title='*_*'/><author><name>Polin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08012101240380251550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/Flip_fan/1775346.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12117704.post-112947620435470416</id><published>2005-10-16T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T23:23:24.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update!</title><content type='html'>maraming namamatay, sa maling AKALAAAAHH....&lt;br /&gt;(m singing to to the tune of brownman revival's...revival. it was actually an eraserheads original, but i digress...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...akala ko madali lang ang nursing. Was I wrong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****************&lt;br /&gt;...im back!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waahhh!!!tapos na ang sem!!! sobrang laking relief...actually, di pa, kasi i have yet to learn my grades, which i know will be...sobrang baba. eh. ayaan mo na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kaninang umaga, i was able to catch shaider on tv. (hayy, destiny talaga na nakita ko nanaman si shaider). My sisters and I used to love (as in LOOOOVEE)  him. Ang cool niya kasi. Somehow, seeing again that metal-clad, metal whip-weilding superhero along with his babylos spaceship, reignited fond feelings na na-prompt akong magsearch sa internet.&lt;br /&gt;To my horror, nakita ko na dead na pala yung actor ng shaider!!! so sad! At age 37!!Hiroshi Tsuburaya was his name. Ang gwapo pa naman, even though he looks a little bit like Jose Mari Chan. hee.  oh well. Basta I'm excited kasi meron mamaya ulit ng 11:30 sa hero channel! Long live Space Sheriff Shaider!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was able to watch HP3 on HBO, and was also able to catch the sneak peek sa movie 4. It looks so great! Krum is so good-looking, even though he's supposed to be butt-ugly... but whatever. Can't wait to watch it on NOv 16!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Punta kaming thailand next week...i don't know if i should look forward to it. Sana okey naman yung trip..hehe :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12117704-112947620435470416?l=polinbc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polinbc.blogspot.com/feeds/112947620435470416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12117704&amp;postID=112947620435470416&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12117704/posts/default/112947620435470416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12117704/posts/default/112947620435470416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polinbc.blogspot.com/2005/10/update.html' title='Update!'/><author><name>Polin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08012101240380251550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/Flip_fan/1775346.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12117704.post-112455359018903364</id><published>2005-08-20T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T00:07:05.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anything goes</title><content type='html'>Bahala na! Come what may na lang. Kanina, I opened my book with the purpose of &lt;em&gt;memorizing &lt;/em&gt;the text( whoever said that &lt;em&gt;mere understanding&lt;/em&gt; of your lessons could get you by, should be shot). Eh, tinamad na ako. And then ngayon, I should be researching something sa net, pero I didn't feel like it, so here I am. Ang tamad. But I enjoy being lazy. I like being lazy. All I want to do is bum around the house. Parang ayoko na atang mag-nursing... (there! nasabi ko na...). What's wrong with me??? Di naman ako ganito dati eh!!! But it's too late for regrets. Basta...bahala na. (see? anything goes talaga)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I've been contemplating on a lot of things. Eto yung mga na-contemplate ko:&lt;br /&gt;a. kailangan kong iimprove yung aking tagalog-speaking skills. Dahil sobrang bulol pala ako mag tagalog. I have many accounts to prove that. Basta marami.&lt;br /&gt;b. Ang hilig ko magdaydream sa class. Fantasyland and Memory Lane talaga. Kaya madalas, hindi ko nadidinig ang mga important stuff na sinasabi ng mga prof. For instance: Nakamiss ako ng isang very important quiz kasi kala ko ang exam, 1 pm pa. Umalis muna ako. 12 pm pala yung quiz. Lesson learned talaga.&lt;br /&gt;c. Maraming naghihirap sa buhay. Last week's experience made me want to kick myself for hating my "measly" allowance. I can be such a brat sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;d. Pag tumatawa ang mga chinese people or yung mga singkit, nakakakita pa naman sila. Kasi ciguro their eyeballs are proportional dun sa opening ng eyelids,or something like that. Basta nakakakita pa naman sila. Pero it's cute, the way their eyes disappear when they smile. Parang anime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yun lang hehe :) Basta tommorow, kailangan ko na talagang mag-study. Sa Friday, we will have our practicals sa BLS (Basic Life Support). Yung mga CPR, mouth to mouth, yung mga ganun. In front of real doctors. I need to memorize it(hindi lang understand, kasi never nagwork sa akin yun. kailangan talaga kabisado ko). I need someone as my dummy. Si apple na lang, hehehe. Wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, yung isa pala sa mga prof namin, kamukha ni Mrs. Puff. Yung driving school teacher ni Spongebob. It's not being masama or anything, I mean, cute nga si Mrs. Puff eh. Yung mga iba nga, they call her "human specimen" kasi every medical illness, like hypertension, mga cyst, diabetes meron siya. (Well, maybe not every medical illness. just the major ones.) Now that's mean! But I like her, magaling siya kasi magturo. Hindi siya pahirap na prof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakakainis, parating nagp-pop up tong Adultfriendfinder na window...why are people so perverted???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12117704-112455359018903364?l=polinbc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polinbc.blogspot.com/feeds/112455359018903364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12117704&amp;postID=112455359018903364&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12117704/posts/default/112455359018903364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12117704/posts/default/112455359018903364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polinbc.blogspot.com/2005/08/anything-goes.html' title='Anything goes'/><author><name>Polin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08012101240380251550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/Flip_fan/1775346.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12117704.post-111911042131098616</id><published>2005-06-18T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T00:07:41.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"4. Write about your troubles. Keep a journal to record your fears, worries, and concerns. Studies show that writing about a negative experience for twenty minutes about three times a week can give you a sense of control over the problem and boost your body's immune function. Handwrite your worries away in a notebook or type them into a computer file. " -&lt;em&gt;How to Reduce Personal Anxiety, &lt;a href="http://www.allsands.com/Health/Alternative/reduce-personal-anxiety.htm"&gt;http://www.allsands.com/Health/Alternative/reduce-personal-anxiety.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sobrang na-toxic ako kanina. It's bad already that we have saturday classes, pero inextend pa nila! What's more, sobrang tinakot nila kami. Fortunately or unfortunately, OR (Operating Room) yung una namin shift, which turns out is the HARDEST shift in the entire nursing course. It's like a crash course on Surgery, as in &lt;strong&gt;crash course&lt;/strong&gt; talaga (feeling mo mamatay ka na). OUr CI managed to squeeze at least a week's worth of lecture into 7 hours. What's frustrating is that hindi ako nakinig masyado kasi sobrang inaantok na ako. Then, next week, we'll have our return demos ( sort of practical exams) then immedietely after that, magiging scrubs na kami. Scrubs, as in scrub nurse during actual operations, with real people, real instruments, and real doctors. Scary talaga. A Scrub nurse, as i have painfully discovered a while ago during our lecture-slash-scarefest, is no joke. She is as important, and (should be) as skilled, as the surgeon. She could literally botch the whole operation with just one erroneous move. She could render the whole instrument set, no, the whole OR, UNSTERILE and delay what could be an emergency, a LIFE-saving operation. Having too much responsibility is my biggest fear.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll sleep na. Kanina pa dapat ako natutulog.&lt;/em&gt; Wish me luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12117704-111911042131098616?l=polinbc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polinbc.blogspot.com/feeds/111911042131098616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12117704&amp;postID=111911042131098616&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12117704/posts/default/111911042131098616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12117704/posts/default/111911042131098616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polinbc.blogspot.com/2005/06/4.html' title=''/><author><name>Polin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08012101240380251550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/Flip_fan/1775346.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12117704.post-111849337198385356</id><published>2005-06-11T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T22:55:45.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cello music for the Depressed</title><content type='html'>Listening to cello music can really depress you. Nag-eemote nga ako ngayon sa kwarto ng mom ko. Actually I was already sad kanina pa, because I was thinking of school and how hard it'll be, and how i'll have to deal with endless bouts of embarassment everytime the CI will throw you that (ego-killing) "ba't di mo alam yan!?!" line (with matching pahabol "third year ka na nga e..." pa). Sana naman tumagal ako, basta makagraduate ok na.&lt;br /&gt;things that I am currently worrying about:&lt;br /&gt;1. School-homeworks, quizzes exams, practicals,etc....the usual stuff that make you want to kill yourself.&lt;br /&gt;2. Dorm- ayoko ko nang kumain sa styrofoam!!! Puro fastfood na naman ang magiging laman ng tiyan ko. I might just die of MSG overdose.&lt;br /&gt;3. I'l have to take care of Apple. Looking after her is hard work kahit na 16 years old na siya. Huhuhu :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...ano ba yan, wala pa ngang school, ang dami ko nang pimples. Kainis talaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, the "cello music" I was talking about is this beautiful piece from the soundtrack of Il Mare. I was able to finish the movie, and maganda siya. I hate dramas, but this one was an exception...it's a must-watch for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update: Apparently our country is in chaos (again). Sammy Ong and his "mother of all tapes" just might kick GMA out of office, but after that, then what? Sino na magiging presidente?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12117704-111849337198385356?l=polinbc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polinbc.blogspot.com/feeds/111849337198385356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12117704&amp;postID=111849337198385356&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12117704/posts/default/111849337198385356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12117704/posts/default/111849337198385356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polinbc.blogspot.com/2005/06/cello-music-for-depressed.html' title='Cello music for the Depressed'/><author><name>Polin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08012101240380251550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/Flip_fan/1775346.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12117704.post-111823947668642522</id><published>2005-06-08T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T22:04:36.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Grrr. I'm quite frustrated right now. The vcd that I bought was crappy!!! The copy, I mean, not the movie itself. Ang mahal pa naman! I bought it for 1oo pesos each disc. Wala na kasing ibang store na nagbebenta nun, plus, highly recommended pa yung movie, so I bought it. Nasira yung aking viewing pleasure!!! During the middle part of the movie, it was scrambling so bad, I had to stpo watching it. I'm so mad!Anyway, I'll try watching it later sa player ng sister ko. Baka magwork dun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the movie's name was,"Il Mare".It means, "the sea", though I'm not sure whether it's Italian or Spanish.  Or French. I think it might be Italian. The storyline was very unique, like a cross between "You've Got Mail" and "Frequency" (actually ginaya ko lang yung sinabi ng isang reviewer sa Internet..hehe).   The movie opens with this girl who's moving out of this house by the sea. She leaves a letter in the mailbox, addressing it to whoever will be the next occupant of the house. Then , next scene, a guy moves into that same house, and names it "Il Mare". He sees the letter in the mailbox, and reads it. What's strange is that the letter is dated 1999...when it's actually 1997 only.  Gets? Well I'm bad at making summaries, but basically, the girl from 1999 starts to communicate with the guy from 97 via the "magic mailbox", and they fall in love, etc, etc. It's not as corny as it sounds at all. It's actually a very nice film, with good cinematography, good direction, good musical scoring,etc...I just like it because it's a subtle romance and not your overlydramatic-with-overlysappy-lines movie.  By the way, the movie is Korean, and I heard from somewhere that there will be a Hollywood remake of this starring Keanu Reeves and Sandra Bullock. Ano ba yan, even Holywood is running out of ideas. I thought our local industry was the only one na &lt;em&gt;gaya-gaya&lt;/em&gt; sa mga films. Well...at least in hollywood they buy the rights. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of our own local movie industry, I saw Peque Gallaga's interview on Straight talk, and it seems that he's resuming his direction with "Pinoy Blonde", a new film from Unitel. Anyway he commented on how our movie industry is improving and is how there are a lot of good films emerging. Yeah right...the last trailer of a good movie that I saw was...well, "Oro plata mata" from Cinema One. Okay, I admit that I've only watched a few local films, pero kasi, you could tell from watching the trailers (lalo na yung from Star Cinema...yung bagong movie nila) na sobrang sappy yung movie. I don't know, maybe I'm just biased, because I kinda hate the local actors here.&lt;br /&gt;I think, I'd rather watch old films, kahit na black and white na, especially my lola's films. Too bad na wala nang copies dito. I'd love to watch Lino Brocka's films. My mother was saying of how, back then, there were no cable tvs, no pirated dvds and no internet, no form of entertainment at all, save from the local movies. That's why no matter how bad your movie was, people will still go see it because they have nothing better to do. She says that that time was the "Golden Age of Local Cinema". Now, I guess, it's the "Green Age of Local Cinema"...since maraming x-rated films ngayon...hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I think I've bored you with my uncalled-for lecture of the history of local cinema...anyway, till next time. I'll now try watching the movie again. Wish me luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12117704-111823947668642522?l=polinbc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polinbc.blogspot.com/feeds/111823947668642522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12117704&amp;postID=111823947668642522&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12117704/posts/default/111823947668642522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12117704/posts/default/111823947668642522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polinbc.blogspot.com/2005/06/grrr.html' title=''/><author><name>Polin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08012101240380251550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/Flip_fan/1775346.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12117704.post-111772406331978956</id><published>2005-06-02T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T22:54:23.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last night, while I was thinking of school and how it'll begin really soon, it was strange, but I was overcome with excitement! For the first time, the thought of going back to school made me feel happy. I just enrolled yesterday, I got my schedule, and it wasn't bad...&lt;br /&gt;-Monday and Tuesday--- 7 am to 4 pm...whole day :(&lt;br /&gt;-Wednesday--- 9 am to 12 nn ONLY!!!! woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;-Thursday and Friday---12 pm to 5 pm of RLE/duty...at least afternoon. Di ako male-late kasi hindi mahirap gumising.&lt;br /&gt;-Saturday (WHY?!?!?)--- 12 TO 5 PM duty again. kainis!&lt;br /&gt;-Sunday---wala naman...sobra sila pag nilagyan pa nila dito ha! Sunday is the Lord's day...rest day right? (nagpaparinig pa rin sa mga CWTS coordinators kahit tapos na. This is a bit off-topic, but our CWTS facilitator really gave us hell. He made us girls carry sacks and sacks of gravel(?) accidentally mixed with...dog poo. Dumpsite kasi galing yung mga hinakot na gravel. Bad memories talaga...)&lt;br /&gt;I think the best part of my sked is that I only have two morning classes! Tapos yung ibang days I won't have to wake up so early...yeahhh!!!&lt;br /&gt;...The truth is,I'll probably eat my words once school starts and the workload piles up...but for now, I'll relish in my first-ever, first-day school excitement!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12117704-111772406331978956?l=polinbc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polinbc.blogspot.com/feeds/111772406331978956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12117704&amp;postID=111772406331978956&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12117704/posts/default/111772406331978956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12117704/posts/default/111772406331978956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polinbc.blogspot.com/2005/06/last-night-while-i-was-thinking-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Polin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08012101240380251550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/Flip_fan/1775346.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12117704.post-111754500108134457</id><published>2005-05-31T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T21:10:01.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Malapit na ang pasukan!!! So sad...</title><content type='html'>Just visited UST's website, because I needed to know how much was our tuition fee. On the main page read, "University of Santo Tomas---the PONTIFICAL and ROYAL CATHOLIC university of the Philippines" and it made me laugh. With a title like that, you'd think we were saints...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, tommorow's our enrollment, and I'm quite anxious of going back to UST. I don't exactly love that place (unlike my sister who's head-over-heels in love with her school). Just...a lot of bad memories (eating the same food for weeks, having diarrhea in school tapos wala pang tubig, endless hours of %@#* studying, to name a few). I just wish this school year would be better.&lt;br /&gt;Good luck na lang sakin bukas!!!&lt;br /&gt;...hope I don't throw up on the way...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12117704-111754500108134457?l=polinbc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polinbc.blogspot.com/feeds/111754500108134457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12117704&amp;postID=111754500108134457&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12117704/posts/default/111754500108134457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12117704/posts/default/111754500108134457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polinbc.blogspot.com/2005/05/malapit-na-ang-pasukan-so-sad.html' title='Malapit na ang pasukan!!! So sad...'/><author><name>Polin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08012101240380251550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/Flip_fan/1775346.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12117704.post-111699471450982740</id><published>2005-05-25T11:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T12:18:34.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*************</title><content type='html'>They removed the bandages na, so I'm not so itchy anymore and I was able to take a bath. As for my nose, it's a bit swollen, and I can't really tell what it looks like as of now...&lt;br /&gt;Later, the stitches will be removed, I'm pretty anxious about that, masakit ata yun...wish me luck...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12117704-111699471450982740?l=polinbc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polinbc.blogspot.com/feeds/111699471450982740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12117704&amp;postID=111699471450982740&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12117704/posts/default/111699471450982740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12117704/posts/default/111699471450982740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polinbc.blogspot.com/2005/05/blog-post.html' title='*************'/><author><name>Polin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08012101240380251550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/Flip_fan/1775346.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12117704.post-111665508753260909</id><published>2005-05-21T13:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T13:58:07.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm back from the hospital. Just had my operation, reconstructive surgery sa nose. It's because our dean required me to have it. Right now my nose is plastered and bandaged, so I don't know how it looks...I just wish my appearance won't change drastically. Anyway, I've been dying to scratch my nose ever since but I can't, so it's pretty uncomfortable. And it also hurts when I try to laugh, let alone smile, plus I have this irresistable urge to blow my nose...also, I'm itchy all over because I haven't taken a bath since the operation...I'm pretty stinky.  But, despite all of these, I'm pretty much okay.&lt;br /&gt;...I'm more worried of going back to school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12117704-111665508753260909?l=polinbc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polinbc.blogspot.com/feeds/111665508753260909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12117704&amp;postID=111665508753260909&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12117704/posts/default/111665508753260909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12117704/posts/default/111665508753260909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polinbc.blogspot.com/2005/05/im-back-from-hospital.html' title=''/><author><name>Polin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08012101240380251550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/Flip_fan/1775346.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12117704.post-111616904265593294</id><published>2005-05-15T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T22:57:22.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>summer burns like desire!</title><content type='html'>…Ang init talaga! 40 degrees ata sa labas kanina! I got my title from that AMP poster on edsa. Sas thought it was baduy, but I thought it was quite fitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe. Well…since I had too disconnect the net for a while, I decided to open Lisa’s Documents here in our pc and read her stuff!!! Even though she told me not to. Heehee! Strange, I feel so happy when I’m doing something devious and sneaky. Good thing she’s not here at the moment. I do a lot of snooping around when my sisters are not around. Anyway, I didn’t know why she didn’t want  me to, I mean, all of it was great anyway. I also got to read some of her blockmates’ essays. They were all so great!  I don’t know how they do it though. My sister in particular, once, wrote two papers in one day. Usually, it takes me about at least one day to finish the first page.  Yeesh, ang slow ko no? But, anyway, in my course, they only make us do one or two papers per sem…so it’s not so bad. Actually, they make us write Nurse’s Notes , kind of like a daily monitoring sheet of the patient, but in paragraph form. It’s really hard (well… maybe for me) because you have to be super concise and know the exact words to describe a certain symptom. It’s really tricky… for example, “Seen lying asleep on bed. Changed dressing and examined wound, noted to be yellowish with fishy odor, greenish pus ..” something like that.  (Hope there’re no teachers lurking around here. They’ll surely have a fit when they see my crummy example.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve finished watching the Full House series on DVD…the one that aired on GMA. I was originally against “koreanovelas” or whatever you call them because I thought that they were corny and baduy.  But I found this one funny and HILARIOUS! The actors (which were all great-looking, by the way) were really funny. I preferred watching the DVD set because it was lengthy and complete (unlike the 15-minute-per-episode they did on GMA…ang pangit pa ng pagka-dub!). Anyway, I hope they show the unedited version when it re-airs tomorrow on GMA. Finally, makaka-relate na ko sa mga classmates ko! Yehh! Dati kasi, ako lang ata sa class na hindi nanonood ng Meteor Garden…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12117704-111616904265593294?l=polinbc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polinbc.blogspot.com/feeds/111616904265593294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12117704&amp;postID=111616904265593294&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12117704/posts/default/111616904265593294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12117704/posts/default/111616904265593294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polinbc.blogspot.com/2005/05/summer-burns-like-desire.html' title='summer burns like desire!'/><author><name>Polin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08012101240380251550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/Flip_fan/1775346.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12117704.post-111531184922591742</id><published>2005-05-06T00:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T00:50:49.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just visited my old blog...in case you wanna see it: &lt;a href="http://www.polin.blogdrive.com"&gt;www.polin.blogdrive.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've re-read all the things I've written there, and realized that... I am incredibly whiny!!! haha. well... who cares? that's what blogs are for anyway... hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12117704-111531184922591742?l=polinbc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polinbc.blogspot.com/feeds/111531184922591742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12117704&amp;postID=111531184922591742&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12117704/posts/default/111531184922591742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12117704/posts/default/111531184922591742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polinbc.blogspot.com/2005/05/just-visited-my-old-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Polin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08012101240380251550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/Flip_fan/1775346.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12117704.post-111487340086504350</id><published>2005-04-30T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T23:03:20.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dead Stars</title><content type='html'>Heh. Ang ganda ng title ko noh? It's actually the title of a story I read in a book called "Fourteen Love Stories". It's definitely one of the best short stories I've ever read!!! I'm not a huge fan of love stories, but this one was just so...beautiful *sniff sniff*...hehe. Hinde, maganda siya talaga...the plot seems simple---an already-engaged guy meets this girl and falls in love with her. Pero, hindi talaga pwede...I won't say anymore because I might spoil the ending. Basta maganda siya. I liked how it was written. All I can say is...life is full of dead stars. (hehe. another corny remark by yours truly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now sobrang boring dito na once na-tempt akong mag-aral. Or, maybe at least read my notes...get a head start. Wala rin  naman akong ginagawa eh. Must be the result of the Omega-3 caps I've been taking lately. Y'see I watched this BBC documentary about this guy who was tryin to memorize this piano piece in a week and he tried all sorts of ways on how to improve his learning and memory. Apparently Omega-3 or Fish oil can really improve/stimulate your learning (at least that's what happened to a couple of kids). Actually inaral namin to sa school pero nakalimutan ko na. Hehe. That's why I need Omega-3 talaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about school really depresses me. Ayoko kasi pumasok...ever. Well... hindi naman siguro pero ayoko pa. People keep saying that 3rd yr's the hardest year kasi puro duty at mahirap ang med-surgery. Tapos gigising na naman ako ng maaga!!! Kakainis. Actually Omega-3 is also supposed to ease depression, but I think that part's not working for me. Oh well. Till next time na lang. hehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12117704-111487340086504350?l=polinbc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polinbc.blogspot.com/feeds/111487340086504350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12117704&amp;postID=111487340086504350&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12117704/posts/default/111487340086504350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12117704/posts/default/111487340086504350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polinbc.blogspot.com/2005/04/dead-stars.html' title='Dead Stars'/><author><name>Polin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08012101240380251550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/Flip_fan/1775346.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12117704.post-111470217731886613</id><published>2005-04-28T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T23:34:30.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long entry.Hong Kong, Cebu. hehee</title><content type='html'>I can't believe how I'm so old already ( I'm turning twenty na...boohoo) yet I still have all these rebellious angsty teenage crap flowing through my head!!! Like I want to murder someone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. There was this night, I couldn't go to sleep and it was already 2 in the morning. I couldn't sleep because I kept thinking of how our Cebu trip will be a disaster( we were going there the next morning) because I know that my mom will be her usual stressed-out self. And Lisa too. Apple will be all the more annoying. I was worried because that's how our Hong Kong trip ended up ( we went there the week before). It was fun but most of the time we were all stressed, because my mom kept complaining about everything. Sas didn't come with us because she has work. Actually I've been wanting to write about our trip to Hong Kong ever since last week but my mom kept using the internet and the other computer's busted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hong Kong is a cool place. It's clean, quite small compared to our country. The place looks like one big Greenbelt. A lot of tall towers, tall buildings which all have that modern look that you see in makati or Global city. Our tourist said that in HK, they can build the tallest towers and not worry about earthquakes. The IFC tower is apparently the 4th tallest in the world. HK is very pretty, especially at night, because the buildings all have neon lights on them. But the best part was the pandas in Ocean park. Ang cute nila!!! Like you want to hug them all the time. I think, when I'm old enough, I'll have pandas as pets. Seriously. I'll wait until it's legalized..40 years from now, maybe. I'll build this huge habitat for them (using the stacks of cash I'll have earned by then) and start my own show, called "Pauline's Pandas". Hmm. I have such unusual fantasies. Pero cute talaga sila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While it is a very beautiful place, the people...I wish I could say the same thing about them. No, I'm not talking about their physical beauty or whatever, but it's just that they're very rude!!! They have this habit of bumping into you even if its not crowded. They don't even say sorry! They don't even turn around. Just kept on walking and being their loud selves. Like nothing happened. They are also very pushy. As in pushy talaga. Literally and metaphorically, I mean. Mahilig sila manulak, for no reason at all. There was this saleslady sa tiangge and we asked around her stall. When we were about to leave she had this death like grip on Apple's shoulder and pleaded for us to buy her DVDs. Scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. I'm beginning to get irritated again. I could hear my mom's voice downstairs, I don't know who she's yelling at though. I really hate it when she yells. Even if it's not directed at me, I still can't bear it. Apple annoys the heck out of me too. Even though she's being her usual makulit self, I've been extra annoyed at her. I don't know why. I think it's abnormal because my period's not due til two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, going back to Hong Kong, while it is a very cool place, I wouldn't want to live there. The people there are too loud for me. Y'know, talking about living abroad reminds me of my fate to live in the US. To tell you the truth, I really don't want to live there. I'd rather live in Singapore or maybe London ( I want to say Japan, but after watching The Grudge,The Ring, wag na lang pala).&lt;br /&gt;Or better yet I'd rather live here, in the RP. Ever since I've been exposed through our RLE duties, I've had this genuine desire to really help out those needy people. Y'know, there are a lot of people there who can't even afford to buy a P20 dextrose bottle. Once, there was this girl who came into the Lying-in clinic. Though she was to be transferred to a hospital (she was hypertensive), she begged to stay there. Probably becuase she can't afford a C-section at that hospital. See how sad it is???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the Cebu trip was fine. The beach was nice, with the white sand and the clear blue waters sparkling under the very very very hot sun. We went snorkeling, and our food was free (both dinner and breakfast) since my mom complained (apparently they gave our rooms to someone else and we had to wait for two hours until we could check in). BUt the highlight of the trip was me eating those delicious pepper and vinegar chicharon at the airport. Ang sarap talaga, nagsisise nga ako na hindi ko binili yung party-size eh. One of the many frustrating moments of my life, regretting to buy party-sized pepper and vinegar chicharon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12117704-111470217731886613?l=polinbc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polinbc.blogspot.com/feeds/111470217731886613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12117704&amp;postID=111470217731886613&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12117704/posts/default/111470217731886613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12117704/posts/default/111470217731886613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polinbc.blogspot.com/2005/04/long-entryhong-kong-cebu-hehee.html' title='Long entry.Hong Kong, Cebu. hehee'/><author><name>Polin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08012101240380251550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/Flip_fan/1775346.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12117704.post-111330988939891871</id><published>2005-04-12T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T20:57:10.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hey there!!!! new blog yey!</title><content type='html'>finally, I've changed my blog! grew tired of my old one.It's only the 4th month of a new year and already a lot has happened. I had to deal with that mysterious, frightening and AWFUL part of life (or, rather the end of it) twice...first, it was my dad. Then, my lolo. I took my lolo's death quite well, I mean he was already old and he had already done so much. Kumbaga, I feel like he was already content with his life. I don't know about my dad though. Even though I've known him my entire life (syempre...) there' s still a part of him that's a mystery to me. I think, that somehow, he still had those little unfullfilled dreams he had ever since he was a kid. That's the saddest part for me.&lt;br /&gt;It's been only four weeks of vacation and I'm already bored. They're renovating virramall now, (actually, hindi na siya virra mall but a soon-to be call center), and nawala na yung mga dvd vendors! Kainis. Apparently, the new owners of virramall (or whatever it's going to be called) signed a contract to not let vendors sell pirated dvds anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I watched this great film, "2046". It's chinese, and it has a nice creative story. I'm bad at giving summaries so I just copied this from somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In Hong Kong 2046, He was a writer. He thought he wrote about the future but it really was the past. In his novel, a mysterious train left for 2046 every once in a while. Everyone who went there had the same intention…to recapture their lost memories. It was said that in 2046, nothing ever changed. Nobody knew for sure if it was true, because nobody who went there had ever come back - except for one. He was there. He chose to leave. He wanted to change. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I bought a new CD...Eraserheads. Actually I was sort of forced to buy it, but then after listening to a few tracks I liked it! "Huling El bimbo" was really the best song from them, I mean when I first heard it (which was probably 10 yrs ago...) I only liked it for its melody...I didn't understand what the song really meant. The song was actually like a mini-novel. They should make a short film about it. Make it under Lea Productions...heheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...gotta cut this short...my mom want to use the computer na...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12117704-111330988939891871?l=polinbc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polinbc.blogspot.com/feeds/111330988939891871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12117704&amp;postID=111330988939891871&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12117704/posts/default/111330988939891871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12117704/posts/default/111330988939891871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polinbc.blogspot.com/2005/04/hey-there-new-blog-yey.html' title='hey there!!!! new blog yey!'/><author><name>Polin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08012101240380251550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/Flip_fan/1775346.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
