State of Blahness...

I am living cluelessly in this world, trying to make a name of my own. What else can i do to cure my melancholy or should i say change my boredom world? Some people may say I am a prodigy for I am blessed with the fruits of the earth. But they'll never know that I may have the chance but I didn't have enough courage to grab it. I may sometimes be oblivious of the things that happened to me. I may be one, but my previous are greatly cherished by me. It's as if I am a great devout of my past life, trying to anticipate what pasture awaits. And if only i'll be able to see the other side of the coin.

That Dreaded Question Come Nov. 11th!

I haven't seen or talked to anyone from my mom's side of the family for eons. The last gathering that we had, as I recalled, was 10 years ago. So basically, they don't know the real score about me trailing fairy dusts wherever I go.

One thing I really hate about reunions is the catching up phase and bombarding you with useless questions just to ward of the awkward moment for reacquainting each other. AND - I am bracing myself with this question: "do you have a girlfriend?"

PLAN:
Surprise them the moment I emerge from the airport doors with me wearing ultimately short cut-offs ala Kate Moss. That way, I'm positive that would keep their trap shut!


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CEBU here I come!

That Song!

... Has been on repeat mode for the past week! It's addicting and everytime it's on, I just can't help but let loose and shake my flat-ass along with it!

The Ultimate Icon

Asked by some old guy(believe me, he could retire) at some TV show:
"How much longer can you go on doing that"

The ICON:
"Can I do it? I dunno... How much longer can you do it?"

Laugh and applause from the audience....

Guy:
(Stutters)"Let's go back to the physicality of dance and..."

Icon:
"I dunno. I don't think about how much longer, I just keep on looking forward..."


And that, ladies and lady-gents, is an Icon.

A Simple Reward

Sister Q: "My dear Cris, Amongst the nurses that has been assigned to me, I never failed to notice your cheerful dispostion. Despite being busy and dealing with all the demands with your other patients, you never fail to always light up your face with a smile and pop up a joke everytime you enter my room."

Me: "Sister, my patients are sick. it would be dragging for them to see their nurse frown. Now if I ask you, would you like to be with someone who takes care of you here frowning, and distant? Moreover, I don't let stress get in the way and I like to keep things light for me to well... carry on with my work smoothly."

Sister Q: "Point taken. How long have you been working here? It seems to me you've had a lot of years of experience with the kind of demeanor you have. San ka naggraduate and anong batch ka hijo?"

Me: "Ive been working for only a year and a half sister. Dito din po, batch 2006."

Sister Q: "Ah, so you're a true-blooded P________ nurse ka pala. Anong ginawa mo after you graduated since medyo bago ka pa lang dito?"

Me: "Well I was on soul-searching mode for 2 years sister, since I really don't think I'm built to be a nurse eh. Haha!"

Sister Q: "Di naman, you're just the right person for this vocation. I'm only a Sister Cris, I can't offer you anything in return for your kindness during my stay here. Rest assured though that you'll always be remembered in my prayers. It's my simple gift to you."


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I went home smiling and light-hearted. It's with simple appreciations like these that made me hold on to my job for the past 1 and a half years.

Quick! Pass Me The Heroin!

I've been trying so hard for the past 3 months to achieve the heroin look: the GAUNT face. (hollow eyes, prominent jawline and protruding sternocleido's). Apparently, all I got are dark circles around my eyes and puffy lower lids. My apple diet is futile!! So pass me the heroin, I hafta sculp my cheekbones, FAST!

Phooey!

My weekend sucked. While everyone else is having a blast, getting all sloshed and dancing the night away at the other side of the sea (Masskara Festival), I was busy for the past two days filling up charts and doing the regular whatnots in the hospital. Talk about being marooned from all the going-abouts. Luckily however, I’m partially inaccessible – lost my phone – any forms of making me envious of missing one of the important events of the year ain’t possible… That is until tomorrow when everyone else is posting evidences of their shindig. Bummer!

Meanwhile, my bestfriend Sephy, buzzed me online asking me how it was to be phoneless. I have to be honest - it was quite liberating since I am not resolved on meeting up with whoever and get to spend some “me” time and catching up with sleep(since I’ve been deprived of it for the past 2 weeks). Intoxicating – being detached from everything else.

I know, I’m just bitter since I’m marooned.

Je Suis Desole

Yes. Because I exactly don't know the reason why I created such page. Let's just see what type of stuff would magically, or more appropriate - tragically will appear. So yeah...