hmm…lately…am I enjoying myself..?
Yep…but I don’t like the sleepless nyts…
constant bother ringing of the phone
the texts
the call ups
all part of my life as a resident
BP spikes…mine…
edema…facie…fat…getting thin or not?
CHF…HPN
I’m killing myself to let others live? unfair…?
or is it just a matter of looking at things? attitude?
work ethic?
Lateness…LOL
Ah…free dx and thera…thank god…OSA…me? (shudder)
we will see…
Get a move on!
Pre-res, res, grad, sub…
3-5 years…its gonna take a while;
Enjoy the time passing by;
Meet, greet…
Study, everything, get busy;
Perfection, motivation, obsession, make it a compulsion;
To be the best, don’t underperform;
A slacker, hell yeah, means that you’re brighter;
Than the rest of them making extra effort to match your wits and brain;
Be humble, respect everyone, make friends;
You can always learn something from anybody;
or somebody…
Have fun with friends and colleagues;
You need them, and they need you…
Teamwork makes it, dedication and passion is what binds it;
For not knowing passion, dedication;
With lack, the rest of oneself will not be enough;
For one to see this through to its finality…
And if one does…would it be just;
to oneself and to others that need you;
for financial gain, without love and satisfaction of ones;
lifelong passion and love for this profession;
Its not enough to look at it as a job,
a career, a source of income…
But rather I look at it as life;
to be enjoyed, with all its ups and downs;
a terribly old cliche, but one that says it all…
I rest my case…
Its time to make the right moves…
Enjoy, and make the most of it!…
I need:
A job
A new PC
Money…
I want:
To train? or MLE?
A new PC
A new car
Money…
To take a taxi is a pain on the ass…not to mention the wallet…
I only know how to get from Pt A to Pt B…
A love to travel, now I stroll around on my own…hahahaha!!!
I only have this time to spend a LOT of time in front of this CRT…
TIme…I have little…
Suicide kuno…2 mos…HA! (crossed fingers while simultaneuosly looking up to heaven and praying like there’s no tomorrow…)
Studying like the world is going to end man eh…
Kape at….ang katapat…amphetamines? anyone?
Weed is the best…
No harmful side-effects…non-addictive…
pass the dutchie…
ahahaha…
hmm…where to eat again?
I need to get back to my routine…(what routine?)…
If only I had the time to spend;
Lots of it in front of a pc,
I can call my own…
But no…
Haven’t got the time;
the money, the opportunity;
to have a pc…
I’m a prisoner of my career;
Like a silent fool;
secretly enjoying it, at the same time,
finding my niche in this world,
a different aspect, a different view;
completely reversed to what people look at me,
I may not be perfect,
I may not be that good,
I may be bad…
But I’m honest enough to admit it…
Recently had the chance to open up some old mail…a friend wrote me a letter about…
Hugging is healthy, it helps the body’s immune system, it keeps you healthier, it cures depression; it reduces stress, it induces sleep, it’s invigorating, it’s rejuvenating, it has no unpleasant side-effects, and hugging is nothing less than a miracle drug.
Hugging is all natural. It is organic, naturally sweet, no pesticides, no preservatives, no artificial ingredients, and 100% wholesome.
Hugging is practically perfect. There are no movable parts, no batteries to wear out, no periodic checkups, low energy consumption, high energy yield, inflation-proof, non-fattening, no monthly payments, no insurance requirements; theft-proof, non-taxable, non-polluting, high-voltage needed, and, of course, fully returnable.
-A letter from an old friend, who remembers seeing me always liking the cold climes and sleeping and who likes hugs…sed that I should live in the arctics and be like a polar bear…if ‘e reads this, ‘e knows who ‘e is…-
The name Mark gives a very individual, reserved, serious nature. You prefer to be alone with your thoughts rather than in the company of others. This name restricts spontaineity and association and the influence of your verbal expression. When you are required to express yourself in personal matters requiring finesse and diplomacy, you feel awkward and embarrased. Although you realize perfectly well what is expected of you, you are unable to find the right words and hence you end up saying something innapropriate in a candid way. You can express your deeper thoughts and feelings best through writing
-DAILY INFORMER-
I duno if this is really me…but sometimes I believe…only my friends can attest to the real me…or is it?…
I recently had the chance to have oodles of time off that I literally had a go in touring the whole of downtown…
Hmm…I miss those days when I lived there and me and my friends would play/run at the sidewalks during the afternoons, notice the vendors that ply their trade, the guy who sells those "glue" stuff that you repair your plastic pails and stuff…
The oldie bakeshops, rice dealers, oh, and also the store where they only sell the most delicious chinese ham I’ve ever laid my mouth on…sigh…
That store that sells local tsinelas…ah…candy store…the local miswa/noodle dealer where they make their own noodles to your specs…the old shops where my grandparents used to get their "secret" weird (chinese or otherwise) ingredients that they use when cooking…until today my granpa’s cooking we (mom, tito, titas) can’t duplicate, only he can cook those things…
Went strolling around the mall, rob, thinking that how this place was just a piece of land on heaps of trash a few years back…
Oh, the "old" buildings near marymart, hmm, batchoy, Deco’s, mom said it opened, was for a long time…
Continuing along, met some of the people that have been on the streets walking for a long time, that old chinese couple (i forgot their names) , where was that old lady that sells sweepstakes tickets? Sarge (blank-blank) that always had his beat along Iznart st. Oh how I also miss the "ice srambles) that me and my buds buy for P1-2 after classes, walking distance from me store and school, my classmate walking across the other side of the street while me on the other side, since our stores are more or less near across each other…I wonder why for many years we done that, that we never got to talk/walk…
One never knows who to meet while strolling around, I was secretly wishing not to be confronted by some people I don’t want to, but somehow hoping to meet others that I have not seen for a long time, still, I’m enjoying my time amidst the hustle and bustle of that weekend day…
It feels good to be amidst the throng at downtown, though the airconditioned comfiness of the malls always pulls me back, the nostalgic and excitement that walking around and going into the most inner depths of this city and its alleyways always brings back fond memories of yesterdays:
Alleys…the place where we would run to after school to play the latest nintendo games, where in those times PC gaming was still not in vogue…
The bookshop where I would blow my money renting a stack of books and play the penalty after keeping it for a couple of weeks…
The hole at that bakery where they sell the best teren-teren/pancho (its still there)
The biggest siopao I ever had (still there)
My most fav banana Q at that alley (the children took over after the folks)
The waffledogs near socorro drug wherein my lola always brings home whenever she goes downtown…
A big mug of "tahu" or that soy drink my lolo buys and chills in the ref whenever the vendor passes by…
My friends/neighbors at Iznart, playing/running into each other’s stores everytime…
The old firehouse at Delgado, the free pacman and galaxian games, pool, riding the firetruck…firecalls, sirens…envy dad/titos as they chuck on their firesuits and off they go…(me, chuck on my blazer nowadays…haha)
My old alma mater…its peeling paint, the smell of burnt wood as they cook for the dorm, the endless pushing and shoving at the old canteen, the "bombs away" style of taking the trash from the 5th floor down to the ground…lol
The old cinemas, with their distinctive "ambience" and smells…
Peanut vendors, where you can get a BIG bag of peanuts for just P5 when I was small…
My sidewalk vendor friends, selling trinkets and stuff, firecrackers during new year, and dinagyang stuff on january…
MY barber, ever, still there and still
My dentist…still
My pedia, old office still there…
As I move/stroll on, I finally met some people I knew. My how have things changed. The stores where we used to tambay/visit no longer there, my friend’s stores not there or have changed their line of business. How that kid selling peanuts grown up and still sells the same kinda stuff…that photocopier near the side of school, their niche already taken up by that big atm machine…the open stinking sewer that lined the side that bakeshop…that old refreshment stand/store…glors I think, its still there? better have a look-see…
Nowadays, things are fast-paced, fastfood, fast everything, gone are the days of having the time to buy your own ingredients at the local grocer who knows you personally, the local textile dealer, the rice dealer who spends time with you to talk while they kilo your sacks on those scales with the 4 metal wheels…where only the "kargadors" with their sweaty backs carry the sacks to those trucks with long noses reading "cheverolet" or "ford" (imagine, gasoline-powered!) up long planks to flatbeds…
"willy’s" jeeps converted to hauling sacks and drums of cooking oil…fishball vendors and "manug ba-ids" with their oldstyle bikes with big wheels…water vendors with their 4 wheel carts with jerry-cans with water that they get from the barges at the pier…
If given the chance,I would like to live in the era circa 50’s-60’s, I can never miss the past, when everything was in its infancy and abundance…I miss the past, the people, the things, the places…
Time really moves on, but one thing for me that still has not changed…is the afternoon cup of coffee, although its now in its more "sosyal" technically higher-tech form (coffee machines), in the past, one can only choose to have a cup either from a freshly-ground from the dealer ’round the corner type, or from the expensive "imported" type from the can or them new-fangled "instant" coffees…haha, things still have not changed at all…
As the world turns around on is axis…I wake up and face the same kinda BS everytime, it just takes time to realize that…
Its never too late to turn back, to forgive, to make things right, to keep on improving one’s life, to succeed…
When you’ve hit rock-bottom, nowhere to go but up
One will HAVE their 15minutes of fame, no matter what…
Its all about the question of money…everytime…
We all eventually get OLD…
Look at the mirror and GROW UP…
Hope is alive
Love first, but think before loving
We are ALWAYS NOT READY
Communication always involves 2 people, or 3, 4, basta more than 2…
I still dream of that white sandy beach…
Temptations in this world, just be ready for it
When will I finally get to meet…my equal?
Some people just cannot grow up…so corny…immature…pathetic…
Everything has its ups and downs…when will my up will be?…
Nobody can bother me when I’m in da "zone"…
Just be sure to get/stay out of the way when I’m in one of my "moments"
I have explosive temper when super-provoked…that only happened once, I hope not anymore…
There are really some things that money CANNOT buy…
Money can buy "freedom", but not hapiness (temporary lang kaya)…
LOVE/WANT to have you…(referring to that black MAC notebook)…anybody have 100k?
I miss some of my friends…I’m only semi-autistic (haha)
I’ll be gone in a few…months, years, who knows?
till….
randomized thoughts…
what the hell is "working"?
my diet?
my study program?
my lifestyle change?
what change?
coffee-induced hyperactivity/headache again…I love IT!!
must have a copyright of me blogs…sinu ma subscribe tu? lolz…all you gonna get are a lot of angst/and undesirable comments from me guys…
frustrations in life is what i’m gonna write about if ever…
its intricacies…introspects…tho I would not be in this career if ever noh?
must av focus…need focus…wooozah….
Find motivation…where da hell is it!!?? hmm…must be under my nose…
Sigh…sipon…sore throat…gadamit…
the boards…the pain, the sacrifice…the want, the NEED!!!…
Out—
