Saturday, June 24, 2006 ++

Ito ay maikling pagsasaad ng may-akda ng kaniyang pagbibigay-pugay sa kaniyang ultimate kras sa eskwela sa pamamagitan ng paglalahad ng kanilang mga tagpo noong mga nakaraang araw.

Ika-20 ng Hunyo – Naglalakad ako papunta sa Bio 102 class galing sa GAB canteen. Wala akong pakundangang umiinom ng Milo nang bigla ko na lang nasulyapan ang paparating. Malabo man ang paningin (myopic ako… 100-100) alam ko na kung kaninong tindig yun. Nakataas at medyo nakabaluktot ang kanang kamay niya habang medyo pakendeng-kendeng na maglakad papunta sa akin. Pedring, my labs. Di ko napigilang ngumiti. Nang palapit na siya, pinipigil ko ang bungisngis na nagpupumilit na kumawala sa aking mga labi. Tingin lang ng diretso. Nagkasalubong kami at napansin kong nakatingin siya sa akin. Nakangiti. Todo kaway naman ako siyempre. Di ko na napigilan. Nag-fancy-frolicking ako sa hagdanan ng RH papunta sa room namin. Super kilig moment talaga.

Ika-22 ng Hunyo – May chika ang dormmate ko sa akin. Akalain ko ba naman raw na pumasok si Pedring na naka-long-sleeved black polo. Sira lang raw ang porma niya dahil naka-tsinelas siya as usual. Wala akong pakialam. Iniimagine ko pa lang siya sa ganung ayos kinikilig na ako. Sayang talaga at di ko siya nakita! Kamusta naman yun?! Sadyang mapaglaro ang tadhana. Pakiramdam ko pa naman super ultra kame hame hibiscus rosasinensis to the nth level ang ka-hot-an niya. At eto pa. Anong suot ko noong araw na yun? Black polo rin. Magkahawig pa raw ang pantalon naming dalawa. This is it. Lagyan pa ng emphasis. THIS. IS. IT.
10:50 PM

Saturday, June 17, 2006 ++

I want my braces off!!!

I hate it when new brackets are glued to my teeth and they scrape my gums. When that happens, I can't speak well... I can't eat well... I can't laugh heartily. See what it does? Braces prevent people from living life to the fullest! It impedes their carpe diem attitude. They are chained to certain limitations. They can't do anything that they want to do. They can't reach their goals and live their dreams. It estranges them from optimism. This is how braces affect an invidividual. Humanity is linked to one another through some form or another. As a result, the whole human race is thwarted from achieving its ideals.

I must have violated every fallacy written and those yet to be. But I do not care because my gums hurt like hell.

P.S. The first week of school is uneventful.
7:30 PM

Sunday, June 11, 2006 ++

Yehey... New lay-out. I'm in a bubbly mood right now, and I think it shows in this new skin. I fell slightly sick yesterday and I just want to look at something nice and happy when I come online.

*removed HD pic even if it pains me to do so because the whole image can't be seen*

The brevity of this post is bothering me...

Since I mentioned being sick, I will recount this one trip to my pediatrician. It happened about a year ago. I was already fifteen then and yes, it seems that I'm a bit too old for that. But that's what makes it amusing. My pediatrician insists that I return yearly for a vaccination because some viruses change their strain annually. Anyway, that time she scheduled one in ten years. I was contemplating on whether to say that I'd already be a doctor in a decade and would therefore be perfectly capable of injecting immunizations by myself. But before I could say anything, she remarked that by the time I return for that appointment, I should already be married. o.O I was not aware that sweet old ladies can freak me out. Pero malay ko ba, baka gusto niya lang akong perahan.
10:43 PM

Tuesday, June 06, 2006 ++

Today is 6-6-6. Doesn't feel ominous, though.

I passed Organic Chemistry! With unsatisfactory marks but oh yeah! I felt like Alexander the Great after uttering, "No more worlds to conquer." A wave of glorious relief swept me away as I tucked my class card in the inner recesses of my bag as if to indicate an intentional repression of all memories pertaining to Chem 31. It can only haunt me in my dreams now.

And so a new school year starts... It was amusing how my blockmates and I were still desperately clinging to the title of "freshmen." But after suffering the hassles and bustles of enrollment, we reluctantly embraced our being sophomores. We do deserve that epithet, though. We have our stress lines and eye bags to prove it. We lack the twinkle in the dodo eyes of the newcomers indicative of their curiosity, thirst for knowledge, eagerness to form relationships, hopeful dreams, and whatnot. The very qualities that make them susceptible to manipulation.

Speaking of hopeful dreams, I spoke to my friends about deciding on what kind of doctor I'm going to be in the future. I told them I might be a pediatrician because it's easy to become one. They told me that I lack the warm motherly nature for that. True. I bet that in a normal check-up, I'd say something like, "You should eat vegetables. They taste good... NOT! But you still have to eat them!" *evil maniacal laughter* Then, I figured that my patients would treat me like an urban legend. Pediatrician... from Hell.

So maybe an oncologist? My Histo 1 prof told my block about this sort of tribunal for doctors working in PGH. This court would bombard you with insults and then strip you of your license if they find out you are liable for your patient's death. He even told us of this instance wherein a doctor made the mistake of forgetting to ask his patient if he is an alcoholic. See, being an alcoholic, his body is more used to drugs and stuff so they would need a higher dose of anesthesia. Lacking the proper dosage, the patient woke up in the middle of the operation. Ouch. Anyway, so if my patient dies and I'm an oncologist, my defense statement could always be, "Hey, it's cancer."

They suggested that I take up surgery. Kind of scared to take that specialization. I just find it so precarious. But they insisted saying that operations are not that bad since it's not going to be just you and the patient. There are going to be other people there, including a surgical fellow. But I don't know. The name, "surgical fellow", throws me a bit off track. It makes me think of teletubbies, particularly Tinky Winky.

Me: Oh no! His heart has a hole! Surgical fellow, what shall I do?
*pause*
Surgical Fellow: Biiiig Hug!

... And the operation went awry. The end.
8:33 PM

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