Not So Final About the Finals

It's been quite a while since the last time I posted here. Much has been happening lately and seems like everything's going in a blur. I have to juggle my cerebrum first to remember them all, so here goes...

NOT SO FINALS ABOUT THE FINALS


Part 1 of the series of "The Week That Was" ;)





FINALS ARE OFFICIALLY OVER. First semester of the academic year 07-08, my first sem as MRR junkie should be over, but alas! here come the innevitable 4's and so I have to remove for them.


Pharm 42:I didn't make it to Pharm42 finals because of the *cough* *cough* mumps *cough*. Good thing i told my friend nikki to tell my profs I was sick, I haven't approached them yet though. I got the "fight-or-flight" response when I saw Ma'am Gringo, and of course I opted for "flight" as in fly very fast! I'm just not ready yet.


Pharm Chem 27: I have to take the completion exam due to one missed exam (3rd exam: antibacterials, anticancer). I don't get it though, I already took the finals (didn't even study a single hand-out but it was OK) since my standing's way above passing, then I have to take the removals cum completion exam to make up for the missed test? If I happen to ace it then sobrang taas naman ng standing ko. Now as I think of it, it's a good survival strategy..hmnnn...


Pharm Chem 106: ahhh, the ever-hemorrhagic biochem. I was surprised i got 4.00 here. I missed the third exam, I nose bled in the 4th and didn't even studied for finals! plus my standing's not that peachy. I wonder if its a do or die removals exam, i hope it is. otherwise, even if i aced the removals my standing won't even make it to passing. (if they replace my score in the removals for the finals, very long story..)

Biochem sub item: during the final exam in biochem i was stranded in monumento. it was already late when i decided to go to school (30 mintes beyond allotted travel time) as I was pondering every inch of my subconcious mind whether or not i will take the final exam or fake another death, hehe. but i decided to go anyway, bahala na. when i got to LRT monumento, the line was ridiculously long, but i thought it was the usual insane rush hour thingy. (it was way beyond the ministop on my side and god knows where on the other). when i looked at the stairs, i saw no one buying tickets, so i thought there was somehting obviously wrong. turns out, as ate guard told me, trusty LRT's broken and code yellow was alarmed (whatever that means) and they don't know when it's going to be fixed so even the passengers who were already aboard the train were imamculately stuck (good thing i wasn't one of them). I texted nikki saying that i was stuck in monumento and i''ll probably be an hour or so late. she said she will infrom our instructor if ever i can't make (thanks nek!). Ten or 15 minutes or so have passed and there i was outside ministop with a million things going on my mind (whether to go home, text my brother or go see my bestfriend etc.) until i decided that "what the heck! i'm already here anyway!" . i walked until i found a jeep boarding Blumentritt or Recto or Taft, basta papuntang Manila. good thing the jeep's not that far away from the LRT entrance when i saw the waiting mob were finally being admitted in. i got off the jeep (i already payed the fare sayang!)and rushed inside. I even saw that Intarmed guy who topped the UPCAT during our batch ahead of me in line ( i wonder if he's so late like me). and after that train ride that seemed slower than usual i finally made it to school, 30 minutes late for the exam and I even finished ahead of time since i was merely guessing.

as for Pharm Chem 35, Lord knows what! Its driving me nuts just thinking about it. Bru said (thanks Bru btw) that only Ms. Retener is the sole remover for 35, which makes me even more nervous, but Bru (wow! were so friends next sem!) told me that only one flunked and she knows who it is and IT'S NOT ME! (I think I have pretty good idea who it is...kasi naman kasalanan talaga niya, did everything to help her but it was her choice...). i don't know whether to believe Bru, but she seems credible enough and I hope she's right. Sweet Lord I hope she's telling the truth. I gotta to see my grade first though. is it possible that i passed 35? were the goddesses of pharmaceutical chemistry who are impossible to appease be merciful after all?

I just remembered I have to review for removals in Biochem pa pala hehe. I am still hanging on to that thread of hope that i'll pass the subject.

ONE LAST FIGHT!!! then ONE BIG FART!

Flew to hell and back

i swear to god almighty i'm having delusions as i write this, plus it looks like i poured heavy acid on my eyes not to mention my eyelids are drooping like crazy

i finally went back to school after suddenly acquring the oh-so-childish virus responsible for mumps. (I swear i did have this). the one week man-made and vehemently-forced vacation (forced of course by your's truly)was finally over. astig di ba? early self-imposed sem-break mode ako while everyone's dying of toxicity. vacation was over and i realized i suddenly have to go back and face the consequences of whatever actions incurred. it actually went great, or better than planned. i didn't have to vomit or wear make-up hahah! (Gretchen?Olay?) i mean i didn't sleep at all and spent all night PEX-ing! (school bash i don't!) and it's just that i should have been studying for my PharmChem27 finals instead(masterals already?hehehe) so i went head on without even memorizing a line from my compiled (yes, compiled) hand-outs. i was actually trying to study but the exhaustion of my earhtly body triumphed at the end. i wore my typical "UP Pharm ako get-up" and for the 4th time (i think)i rode a PUJ in the most safest position possible (read:sumabit). it actually feels good to ride that way, the cool breeze, the gentle sun, the smell of coumarin (aka freshly mawn-hay) . by the way i only do that kind of stuff when i'm in my village, in metro manila? nlex? no way! (it's acutally illegal in NLEX to have overloading vehicles and that clearly includes sabit)

i actually wanted to grab breakfast but i arrived just in time. i did want to see what's been happening along my beloved ruta while i'm gone. nothing new though or is it because i was thinking like a zombie, and looking like one at that. when i arrived i decided to check the recent updates on the bulletin boards, nothing exceptional though. but did get to see my name in the PhCh27 gradesheet and my was i surprised! ecstatically high! ka-level ni berns hehehe. i'm actually in a good mood when i took my exam. even though i didn't review a single item. hah!

during the exam my sinuses were driving crazy! malabanan siphoning service could actually make a fortune out of this one. the exam's room was dead cold and during the whole time me and my seatmate Keren were staging a sniffling contest. loudest sniff wins! plus in the middle of my exam that wretched G-tec bailed on me! i excused myself to get a new pen (pathetic) and my instructor told (or joked i wasn't paying attention) that i take my whole pencil case with me. i have one by the way, it's brown with a brother-bear cartoon on it. then after that mishap, i went back to my seat and did my thing.

but alas! me trusty panda or what-have-you was not working as well. my last and only spare was my red g-tech i had since Pharm41, and better than using nothing, i wrote some of the answers in red ink. it wasn't long until my instructor (ehem) noticed and took pity on me. she went back to the front desk and offered me Pilot Sign Pen. My Saviour! Kilig. grabe! Ma'am jot's so hot talaga! ahehehe. i'm actually smiling and kinkilig as i write this. hahaha! i couldn't keep the pen as a souvenir though, sad. after the exam i thanked her and they reminded me of my removals cum completion exam week after next. Ma'am Jot: Pasok ka ba? oo! ang taas mo eh!

yeba! if ever i flunk the finals it's all because of her! hahaha!

well Ema texted me in the middle of the exam and i felt my thighs vibrate as i answer test V. she's said she's gonna go to bambang to buy some glassware to clear her deficiences. and i almost forgot, my groupmates and i in PhCh27 had to do a mini amazing race before starting the finals. wretched glasswares! it's a new policy to not let the students with laboratory deficiency take the finals. bummer. anyways, i even loaded to reply to her but as usual she did not text me back. she's always like that. i waited for her till 11 since i thought we could have lunch together or something but she bailed on me. o well, i didn't reply with her last SMS though! even?! manigas siya!

while waiting for ema, keren and i hanged out at the pharmsteps, it's too early to go home yet since the exam ended even before 9. we laughed. and talked about almsost everything. well, SHE laughed while i was getting bruises. i got used to her masochist type of humor anyway.

then i went home. on the way i was being paranoid of a phantom bugger that might pop up from nowhere since my cold's really really BAD. my head hurts too.

and now here i am.in front of my PC looking like someone who did a cameo in the recent resident evil movie. wala lang just saw the blog of West Paraiso and it inspired me to write before getting some much needed shut-eye. Good nyt! good afternoon rather. ;)

Proud to be an OFW Brother!

i know the topic's a LOT LATE (it happened on mid-August 2007) but still i find it worth commenting..especially now that i can relate

Key Statements In Malu Fernandez’s People Asia Article
However I forgot that the hub was in Dubai and the majority of the OFWs (overseas Filipino workers) were stationed there. The duty-free shop was overrun with Filipino workers selling cell phones and perfume. Meanwhile, I wanted to slash my wrist at the thought of being trapped in a plane with all of them.
While I was on the plane (where the seats were so small I had bruises on my legs), my only consolation was the entertainment on the small flat screen in front of me. But it was busted, so I heaved a sigh, popped my sleeping pills and dozed off to the sounds of gum chewing and endless yelling of “HOY! Kumusta ka na? At taga sann ka? Domestic helper ka rin ba?” Translation: “Hey there? Where are you from? Are you a domestic helper as well?” I though I had died and God had sent me to my very own private hell.

On my way back, I had to bravely take the economy flight once more. This time I had already resigned myself to being trapped like a sardine in a sardine can with all these OFWs smelling of AXE and Charlie cologne while Jo Malone evaporated into thin air.

All in all, it’s been a pretty good summer. Jetting from the Aegean Sea to the Pacific may sound a bit pretentious until you wake up in economy class smelling like air freshener.

i find it hard not resort to argumentum ad hominem as i write this. as an amateur blogger slash writer i know i lack the grammatical wisdom and the writer intellect to counteract what the columnist had written in her article. i mean, she's the columnist and she does it for a living. maybe she even got a degree in journalism (god hope not) under her belt to back up her credentials. and to go on head-to-head collision with her and criticize her column would be downright suicidal for me (i'm malnourished *wink*).

from the tone of her words i guess that she's from the alta sociedad or is she? i just wondered why a channel-wearing, havaianna clad woman like her would resort to economy-class? gasp! i thought the whole article was pretentious, pretentious in the fact that the author was trying to be caucasian slandering his oriental seatmates.i know some of us are sick or even maybe numb from racist jokes about the "asian guys". but a fellow filipino? or perhaps the author was in denial, denial of the fact that the blood that runs through her veins are the same blood as the person seating next to her on that plane, the people that smelled Axe and Charlie-Cologne. i get it... she's not proud to be filipino because being a filipino would mean that you're an OFW working as domestic helper in Dubai or as nurse wiping geraitric patient's fecal matter in London. Re-reading her article, i must admit that it was well-written and the humor was supposed to be taken tongue-in-cheek. if you're the intellectual kind then you will totally get her humor, but what if you're not? and it's true that she writes for a certain target audience only but what if someone outside of that target audience suddenly reads the article? is she still liable for her own words? maybe the big professors who gave miss fernandez her degree in writing failed to teach her responsible journalism. well, even if she didn't graduate with a journalism degree, would a little tactfulness hurt?

miss malu fernandez is one of the thousands of people (elitists or non-eletists alike) who just simply DON't get it. and i'm ashamed to say that I used to be one of them. i used to make fun of the OFW's or the overseas factory worker in jeddah who comes home wearing blue leather over-alls with gold jewelry flashing everywhere. i used to make fun of "indays" and "dudungs" as DH in Hongkong and i used to look down on nurses who work abroad. back then, i simply just didn't get it. but after my second-oldest sister went to UAE to look for work, then i started to realize what being an OFW means. i suddenly realized that she won't be around anymore to cook small meals for me. i realized now that she won't be around anymore to ask me to run an errand for her. i now know that she's not around to clean our toilet anymore, or to cook sinaing, or to watch Kokey. i get it now. i know she won't be around for Christmas or New Year and i don't even know when she's coming back, or if ever she's ever coming back. she won't be here tomorrow, or the next day or even the next year. i get it now. i know now that i can't say tanga or gaga or kukang (our family calls her kukang) to her in person anymore, i have to settle in saying that to her in SMS roaming or in YM. i know i just have to put her laundry away in her closet before my mom sees them and get emotional all-over again.

after reading her article, i didn't feel hatred or anger. i felt sadness and envy. sadness because i used to be one of her. envy because miss fernandez doesn't have someone dear to her work miles away from the comfort and security of her sosyal mansion. she doesn't have someone fighting loneliness and longing for their loved-ones;people who everyday fight the urge to go home, people who settle for christmas cards or birthday cards and polaroids of their loved ones. she doesn't have someone calling her from Dubai or HK or Saudi and have inaudible and conversations and crying sessions with them. she doesn't have those kinds of people. she doesn't have an OFW loved-one. and she should be thankful for that.

god i hope that the likes of Miss Malu Fernandez doesn't have and OFW sister/brother/mom/dad. the struggle everyday to fight loneliness ...or to fight tears when one finds and empty bed or a shirt left in the hamper that belonged to someone in another country. i know just the thought of not knowing when or if ever you're sister is coming back will ceratinly kill her. she doesn't have what it takes. she doesn't have the guts to have an OFW loved one. God may you have mercy on the soul of Miss Malu Fernandez and i pray that someday she won't be a domestic helper in HK.
my sister who's currently working as an OFW in UAE...i'm so proud of her!

Jenkin's (Pray For Us)

Originally posted on October 09, 2007 at friendsterblogs.com

right now i'm really hoping to pass all my major subjects (yes, unfortunately im still in school)...this has got to be the worst sem ever. i feel so stressed but nothing's happening with my grades. i mean, i'm still struggling with acads. i'm planning to file an LOA next sem by the way. wala lang, but that decision is not final. (it's still subject to discussion and parental consent)
i guess PharmChem 35 triggered this thought. i remember at the start of this sem i made a promise to myself that this would be the start of me becoming "academically serious" since im already in my MRR (Maximum Residency Rule). i was all over my acads from June until August but then the work started piling up one after another, then the exams came. the low grades despite massive efforts kicked in. my workload bacame more and more demanding and the issue of not living in a dorm still bugs me.
then came my second exam in PharmChem 35 (pharmaceutical analysis I). i mean i know there is such a thing as "the UP edge" but common! 238 items equated to a 100%?!!! even the 2 hours was not enough. and to top it all off the exam was as pharmaceutically challenging, demanding and exhausting as ever. i did review (a little) but how i wish i didn't ever bother.
im really getting what divine has gone through
when will the cycle end?
i feel so EMPTY. i hate my procrastinating self.

"Devirginizing 101"

Originally posted on October 09, 2007 at friendsterblogs.com. this will also be my welcome entry for the blog.


October 09, 2007
Devirginizing 101
i have real problem with things as i tend to procrastinate a lot. so im hoping that this blog will not be just another project that i won't finish. i already had a blog with friendster.com some years ago but i decided to delete it since the contents are becoming more lousy and outdated. my last blog was filled with poems i've written when i was in the "getting-over-of-a-thing-that-never-really-did-happen" stage and i hope this blog will not be another re-run. although there might be a few poems i'll post for those speacial one-in-a-blue-moon occasions. i don't think that this blog is my way of getting over THOSE things because first of all, i am soooooo over it (its been x years already). although everytime i see my blog (my ex-blog) i keep thinking about those times, not that im still reminiscing or hoping (that would be so pathetic). i just decided that it's time to start anew and write about new things. and with this blog, i formally start my "devirginizing" process. so
without further adoo, i welcome all lurkers to bask into the glory that is my blog...

The Exodus from friendsterblogs to blogspot.com

for reasons which shall remain to be confidential i decided to post my blog entries from friendsterblogs here in blogspot.com. it's not a matter of loyalty nor it has something to do with blogsite wars and politics. just a plain, democratic and rational decision.

some of the posts that i will post are some of my recent blog entries in friendster.com

meanwhile i would like to extend a heart-warming welcome to me and myself for signing up in this blogsite. it's the last one I PROMISE!

Exodus from Friendster to Blog Site

since there is an immediate exodus of my rants from friendster.blogs.com to blogspot i decied to post some of them here

Self-Mockery

Self Mockery
This was my last post on friendsterblogs.com. it was posted on October 14, 2007

Self Mockery
after suffering from intrcrannial hemorrhage yesterday (i mean two days ago) about sterols and t-RNA i decided to let the weekend pass by like a breeze. i decided not to review (surprise surprise) for my finals week. besides, i have Monday (today) to cram for my Pharm42 finals. i really don't know what's gonna happen with my ACADS, ha! bahala na...

after countlesss hours of surfing the net and unnumbered hours of boredom i decided to type my name as search queery in Google. and to my surprise, i actually found out some sites which contain my name. i checked them out and saw my early poetries (if you'll call them that) some years ago. i decided to post some of them here. better to see them here (first hand source hehehe). i must warn you though, i have written these poems x years ago and they're very very very CHEESY and GOOUEY (the melted motzarella type). they're lousy in terms of words and they have no coherence or cohesion or whatever literary jargon writers use. i'm not a good writer i admit. i think i wrote these during my "getting-over-of-something-that-NEVER-REALLY-DID-happen-stage". they're full of grammatical errors that they would make a copy-reader a hell lot'a money.


dear reader, you have been warned:

In His Shoes
By: Al Argañoza
and i'd give anything just to be in his place

just to be the arms that hold you

the eyes you stare at or the name you call your own

how lucky is he who share your heart

who holds your half

the one you look forward to everyday 
he who walks you home

i wish i could be the one
that kisses your hurt away

or the one who tucks you at night

the man you spend your dreams with

how i long to be the one who saves you

and the one you wish upon the night

i'd give anything just to step out of his shadow

this perfect soul i could never be
i wish for once that i could be special
so someday i could see myself in your eyes...

About this poem:
this is one of my favorite poems...i wrote it months after 'The Event'
NEW NOTE: i got this from ilovepoetry.com.i can't believe i wrote this stuff! i can't even believe i signed up for the site! hahaha! cheesy...pathetic...but what can i say? i wrote the damn thing! i'm actually laughing as i reread the poem. how can one be so melodramatic? and so pathetic at that?

here's another one from the same site...as the title suggests...soooo pathetic..hahaha!

Pathetic
By: Al Argañoza
Denial my friend give me strength

help me cover all the memories

Keep my eyes shut from the haunting

pains of her truth
Heal this wound

Help me turn my back away

from the face I have so long known

Relieve me from the sadness which have enclosed me

and ease this suffering

With every dropping tear embrace me

Refrain me from remembering

the name I dare not speak of

Refuse thy self from this naive heart

who bathes itself with her image

So that when i see her look

unto his eyes and smile
I can tell my dying self,
'I wish them well...'

About this poem:
this next one was written while i was going home from school. its one of my most favorite....

NEW NOTE: i actually wrote this poem on my way home. while i was riding a PUJ home in Blumentritt...amidst the smoke and debris of Taft and Rizal Avenue, a young, hungry, sweating and a "cant-get-over" poet suddenly finds his muse for writing...awwwww! i can even remember the squiggly lines and how horrible my handwriting was when i wrote the original manuscript (naks) since no one in their right mind would try to write while inside a moving vehicle

i think i have one more from the same site

Hazel Eyes
By: Al Argañoza
i have forever known myself as invisible

accepted the fact that no one will bother to look, yet to see

then someone came along and stopped

to share a glance

to look at me straight in the eyes

through me and my soul
deep within regions, i myself never knew

and for once i saw myself at someone else's eyes

my reflection at another mirror

with that vision i have found my peace

amidst being lost in the vastness within

trapped inside those eyes

i find happiness to last till eternity

nothing could ever more understand

me and all my doubts

fears and aspirations

but those glances you call your own

someone finally saw me and who i am

how i wish those eyes will forever look into mine

but i was never destined to be seen

i was forever invisible

and like all passers-by she left

leaving me staring in an abyss

alone yet smiling

shattered yet at peace

hurt yet yearning

that those eyes

your eyes will find me again

to hold me secure and help me see

what in a lifetime I can never see

a clearer picture of once a stranger

but now someone worthwhile seeing

because only within those hazel eyes

i can find that greatest someone i should be.

About this poem:
this next one is another of my many mushy-gutsy-desperado-pathetic poems...it fits to the 'broken-hearted distrubed-teen' genre and is also atrributed to 'HER', the name I shall dare not speak...hehehe...its a more of a prose rather than a poem (i think)
NEW NOTE: i've already laughed out myself dry on the floor while i'm typing this. did i actually feel that way?! what's more surprising is that i'm actually capable of writing those kind of stuff. *shudders* it's a talent (or not) that i'll put on my next new year's list of the "things you'd like to get rid off for the next year" hahaha! i crack myself up!

reading these poems, i remember those days. but now it's a totally new feeling (or lack of it) and now i can actually laugh it out without bitterness. Gosh! (with a Miriam twang) did i ever feel bitter? (liar!)

one general thought to summarize these poems: "The idealism of youth nga naman..."hahaha

PS: the text alignment's a little lousy, i won't even bother...

Pre-Biochem Ritual

Pre-Biochem Ritual
posted on October 12, 2007 at friendsterblogs.com

today i'm gonna take my fourth (and final chance of passing) exam in biochem, and for that i didn't review at all. hahaha! i'm sooo dead! i got up yesterday at 6:00 pm and finished compiling my reviewer thingies and after that i fell asleep at around 9:00 pm and woke up at 9 this morning! talk about hibernation...and here i am instead of cramming about sterols and nucleic acids and gene expression i'm writing an entry for this stupid blog
yesterday i found out that everybody in my friendster network could actually read what i write here (duh?!) i found my sister checking out this blog and she said she got an e-mail notification or something like that and she follwed this ,link and ended up in this blog. i totally freaked out and i'm thinking of deleting this blog. i have this issue regarding my privacy and the last thing i need is someone laughing out at his/her computer while reading my sentimental rants about something
i thought that this blog's private (i changed settings to "PRIVATE") but i guess everyone can have their peek here. i'm just not sure that i'm ready to SHARE everything ...at least not now
it's 10:40 am according to my timetray and i still got 4 hours and 20 minutes left to cram...prayers are gladly accepted...

Nocturnal Rants

Nocturnal Rants
Originally posted on October 11, 2007 at friendsterblogs.com

according to the time tray at my computer desktop it's already 5:03 am which means that it's 5:13 Pharmtime and 5:18 Pharchemtime i arrived home at around 1:00 in the morning. to think that i had only one exam today, i mean yesterday (PhCh 35 Lab) at 8:00 am. its friday! no classes!
i've been walking around campus from 9:45 am until 7:30 pm doing nothing. that also includes at least 4 (i counted) trips to Rob. i should have been studying for an exam or something. it feels weird not doing something "academically" today (besides taking the exam) maybe i just got used to stressing out about late reports, cramming for an exam, preparing for lab classes and roundtrips to the library.
today (i mean yesterday) i helped out a friend who's in the serious verge of getting booted out of the college. i'm really happy it turned out well. we need to study *seriously*. i know how it feels.. the frustration, the guilt, the depression, the madness and the false hopes as it so ofently happen to *uhum* (whooping cough). believe me i've been there...and i'm still here.
my brother gave me some money. i thought i'm finally gonna have some huge "kick-backs" but turns-out i need to spend the cash for academic purposes. Hell Week's coming and it's the most wonderful time of the year to have some serious "binding" activities. i have this huge obssessive compulsive trait of having all my photocopied hand-outs from the entire sem ring-bound. then i buy separate sheets of colored folders (the ones they use as cover for ring-binding) and separately bind the hand-outs according to subject (tinatanggal ko yung ring bind tapos tinatahi ko at nilalagyan kop ng folder) that way i save money since i don't have my photocopies ring bound separately according to subject (1 ringbind=6 0 pesos = 1 fastfood meal= 2 merienda meals) i just have them ringbind into one large lump. the main thing here is that they have holes in them which i can separatley sew together later (according to subject). i don't know when this stupid habit started but i find it nice once i see my hand-outs neatly bound and separated. i don't mistake them for scratch papers anymore and it makes reviewing a little bit fun. (you NERD!!!! haha)
today i also had the chance to hang-out with my friends from AS and laugh (and curse) all the miseries that's been happening lately. from those a-hole exams and KR's frustrations to piolo pascual ang manny pacquiao. we had dinner at the local "5-star barbequehan sa may likod ng st.paul" which eventually led to a drinking-turned-ice-cream session. i realized how times have really changed. two or three sems ago, everyday we'd hang-out and do something to detoxify our already detoxified brains, from g-box to sudden trips to floating bookstrores, but now we could barely catch up with each other. Mabibilang mo lang talaga sa daliri ng kamay mo yung mga time na nagkikita kami. i don't know...external factors? maybe. toxicity? i don't know. seems like everybody's been busy doing their thing lately. i'm not compalining, though. it's a good sign actually, with the current history of me and my friends' friendly talks with Sir Eric. (Sir Eric's da mahn!). it means that were taking things more seriously now, and we desperately need to, even at the expense of our already diminsihed social lives.
two of my friends also gave me their gradpics. i wonder when will i have one of those. the dream of wearing that stupid sablay seems so frustrating. i remember a time when all the motivation i needed to study is to be able wear that stupid pauso of UP someday. it's a great accessory though. matches with every barong tagalog there is! it also matches with my eyes! haha!
i remembered a friend of mine told me that "all you need are good friends". i found the quote cheesy and hallmark-ish that time but now i realized what hell of a meaning it has. at the end of a totally sh*tty day all you need are good friends to help you laugh out the miseries and keep that sanity hanging...
it's now 5:45am which means that its 5:55 Pharmtime and 6:00 Pharchemtime better get some serious shut-eye. all hell's breaking lose on my face and i have eyebags the size of divisoria tomatoes. i still need to finish compiling my reviewer thingies and review for my exam on Saturday (Biochem 4th exam, steroids to nucleic acid expression or something)...im also hoping not to have intracranial hemorrhage once i start reading the hand-outs..nose bleed...