I'm Like A Lawyer With The Way I'm Always Trying To Get You Off.

Tatlumpo't pitong tanong. Basahin mo, nasa likod mo ako! Nyahaha!

1. Name one person who made you laugh last night.
- Ang kwento at kaisa-sang news sa TV kahapon. Lintik. Paulit-ulit lang! Pakilalam ko ba dun? Gusto kong malaman kung patay na si Kim Chiu!

2. What were you doing at 08:00?
- Naglalaway sa unan sa two-storey kong kama habang pinapaginipan ang di-makilakilatis na mukha ng aking Dream Boy.

3. What were you doing 30 minutes ago?
- Naghahati ng Red Sea habang binabasa ang 'Ang Paboritong Libro ni Hudas'

4. What happened to you in 2006?
- Andami. Tumalon sa Taipei 101, tumawid sa almabre, kumain ng buhay na manok tapos pumasok sa hula-hoop na umaapoy.

6. How many beverages did you have today?
- Isang daan dalawamput limang[kortesi of Herberto] baso ng distilled water tapos pitong galon na isopropyl alcohol.

7. What color is your hairbrush?
- Pink

8. What was the last thing you paid for?
- Pitong piso para sa Quake Overload. Sayang, wala ng tawad eh.

9. Where were you last night?
- Ewan. Sa kubeta, sa harap ng mesa, sa harap ng telebisyon, sa harap ng kompyuter tapos sa North Pole.

10. What color is your front door?
- Depende sa kulay ng nasa likod nito. Pero ngayon, faded na dirty pink.

11. Where do you keep your change?
- Sa aking Kero Keroppi-ng pitaka

12. What’s the weather like today?
- Madilim at malamig. Awoo!

13. What’s the best ice-cream flavor?
- Concentrated na ampalaya na may halong isang kilong patis

14. What excites you?
- Ang mukha nung maputing bata sa 'The Grudge'

15. Do you want to cut your hair?
- Oo. Gusto ko ngang magpakalbo eh.

16. Are you over the age of 25?
- Hindi pa. 24.99999 pa lang.

17. Do you talk a lot?
- Hindi ako marunong magsalita.

18. Do you watch the O.C.?
- Minsan. Kapag nakakaintindi ako ng Ingles.

19. Do you know anyone named Steven?
- Uiii! Crush mo siya no?! Uiii! Isyu!

20. Do you make up your own words?
- tingakdun regitoninni bedut. Hindi.

21. Are you a jealous person?
- Ang tamang tanong ay kung ikaw ba'y totoo? Ang mga salita bang sinasabi mo'y galing sa iyong puso?

22. Name a friend whose name starts with the letter ‘A’.
- Si Aberforth Dumbledore.

23. Name a friend whose name starts with the letter ‘K’.
- Hindi ako nakikipagkaibigan sa mga taong may pangalang nagsisimula sa letrang 'K'. Ako yung tipong nakikipagkaibigan lang sa taong may pangalang nagsisimula sa patinig.

24. Who’s the first person on your received call list?
- Si Saddam Hussein. Tama ba ang ispelling?

25. What does the last text message you received say?
- Wala akong selpon.

26. Do you chew on your straw?
- Minsan. Kapag nakakabitin ang pagkain.

27. Do you have curly hair?
- Oo.

28. Where’s the next place you’re going to?
- Sa banyo.

29. Who’s the rudest person in your life?
- Si Mr. Wimple. Full name niya ay Wannabe Pimple. Magsasabi na naman yan sa'kin, 'Beh! Lalabas na 'ko! Mas papangit ka pa!'

30. What was the last thing you ate?
- Papel na may nakasulat na 'Veronica Imperial'

31. Will you get married in the future?
- Syempre. Siguradong hindi ako tatanggapin sa kumbento.

32. What’s the best movie you’ve seen in the past 2 weeks?
- Ewan ko. Hindi inaabot ng memorya ko ang dalawang linggo.

33. Is there anyone you like right now?
- Wala. Di tumitibok ang puso ko ngayon.

34. When was the last time you did the dishes?
- Hmmm. Hindi ko na maalala. Nalinis na lang ang mga plato namin sa tulong ng dila ng pusa ng kapitbahay namin.

35. Are you currently depressed?
- Obvious ba?

36. Did you cry today?
- Hindi pa. Siguro pagkatapos kong ipagkalat 'to sa Internet.

37. Why did you answer and post this?
- Simple lang. Walang akong magawa, umaatake na naman ang kagaguhan ko at hindi pa ako naliligo.


Happiness is something final and complete in itself, as being the aim and end of all practical activities whatever … Happiness then we define as the active exercise of the mind in conformity with perfect goodness or virtue. —Aristotle

Pumapatak Na Naman Ang Ulan.

It was past eight when we left my mother's clinic. I opened the door, released the air-conditioned coldness, just to realize that it was raining again.

The downpour was exulting. Tic . . . tac . . . tic . . tac . . tic, tac –– its sound went. I stared at the people flooding downtown and the stores luminously shining over the un-starry sky as I were seating on the passenger seat. "Wow, ang dami pa ring tao," I thought.

The suffocating carbon monoxide emitted by the numerous cars stuck in a traffic jam caught my attention. Classes and office hours have ended 3 hours ago and the mess brought by the rain sure is dingy, but why am I still blocked by this lousy congestion?

The rain comes out and plays with the melancholic and enigmatic aura of the darkness. They tease and taunt the eternal blackness with colorful displays of drama and of washing away the day’s worries. The night is dark so it can let the brightest shine in ways that one could never imagine — painting a colorful spectrum of contrasts in the wonderful canvass of life.

With a smug smile on my face, I softly whispered to the ethereal wind, "You must love rainy days." Ü

Anatomy Of A Broken Heart.

I need to post this for our Anatomy class. Don't read it anyway. Or maybe you should, to keep those brain cells active. Haha.♥

The ability of the body to control the flow of blood following vascular injury is paramount to continued survival. The process of blood clotting and then the subsequent dissolution of the clot, following repair of the injured tissue, is termed hemostasis. Hemostasis composed of 4 major events that occur in a set order following the loss of vascular integrity:

1. The initial phase of the process is vascular constriction. This limits the flow of blood to the area of injury.

2. Next, platelets become activated by thrombin and aggregate at the site of injury, forming a temporary, loose platelet plug. The protein fibrinogen is primarily responsible for stimulating platelet clumping. Platelets clump by binding to collagen that becomes exposed following rupture of the endothelial lining of vessels. Upon activation, platelets release the nucleotide, ADP and the eicosanoid, TXA2 (both of which activate additional platelets), serotonin, phospholipids, lipoproteins, and other proteins important for the coagulation cascade. In addition to induced secretion, activated platelets change their shape to accommodate the formation of the plug.

3. To insure stability of the initially loose platelet plug, a fibrin mesh (also called the clot) forms and entraps the plug. If the plug contains only platelets it is termed a white thrombus; if red blood cells are present it is called a red thrombus.

4. Finally, the clot must be dissolved in order for normal blood flow to resume following tissue repair. The dissolution of the clot occurs through the action of plasmin.

Two pathways lead to the formation of a fibrin clot: the intrinsic and extrinsic pathway. Although they are initiated by distinct mechanisms, the two converge on a common pathway that leads to clot formation.

The formation of a red thrombus or a clot in response to an abnormal vessel wall in the absence of tissue injury is the result of the intrinsic pathway. The intrinsic pathway has low significance under normal physiological conditions. Most significant clinically is the activation of the intrinsic pathway by contact of the vessel wall with lipoprotein particles, VLDLs and chylomicrons. This process clearly demonstrates the role of hyperlipidemia in the generation of atherosclerosis. The intrinsic pathway can also be activated by vessel wall contact with bacteria.

Fibrin clot formation in response to tissue injury is the most clinically relevant event of hemostasis under normal physiological conditions. This process is the result of the activation of the extrinsic pathway. Both pathways are complex and involve numerous different proteins termed clotting factors.

RH FACTORS

Scientists sometimes study Rhesus monkeys to learn more about the human anatomy because there are certain similarities between the two species. While studying Rhesus monkeys, a certain blood protein was discovered. This protein is also present in the blood of some people. Other people, however, do not have the protein. The presence of the protein, or lack of it, is referred to as the Rh (for Rhesus) factor.

If your blood does contain the protein, your blood is said to be Rh positive (Rh+). If your blood does not contain the protein, your blood is said to be Rh negative (Rh-).

This Rh factor is connected to your blood type. For example, your blood may be AB+ which means that you have type AB blood with a positive Rh factor. Or, you might have O- blood which means that you have type O blood with a negative Rh factor.

It is particularly important for expectant mothers to know their blood's Rh factor. Occasionally, a baby will inherit an Rh positive blood type from its father while the mother has an Rh negative blood type. The baby's life could be in great danger if the mother's Rh negative blood attacks the baby's Rh positive blood. If this happens, an exchange transfusion may save the baby's life. The baby's blood can be exchanged for new blood that matches the mother's.

Wake-up Call.

Pain, you just have to ride it out, hope it goes away on its own, hope the wound that caused it heals. There are no solutions, no easy answers, you just breath deep and wait for it to subside. Most of the time pain can be managed but sometimes the pain gets you where you least expect it. Hits way below the belt and doesn't let up. Pain, you just have to fight through, because the truth is you can't outrun it and life always makes more. - Grey's Anatomy

The Infatuation Is Always There.

The coldest day of November so far was drawing to a close and a drowsy silence lay over the large, square houses of Liboton Street. Cars that were usually gleaming stood misty in their drives and lawns that were once emerald green lay wet and dingy. Deprived of their usual rumor mongering and entertaining pursuits, the inhabitants of Liboton Street had retreated into the shade of their cool houses, windows kept close in the hope of defying the existent breeze. The only person left outdoors is a teenage girl satisfied with mouthfuls of Bread Pan, lying flat on her back in a hammock outside number twenty-five.

Deep in nirvana, she was clinging into some absurd optimism. She was hoping -- no, pleading that a ray of light will appear out of the blue, and shower hope to her falsely bright and cheerful days. She could not think. A tingling sensation was spreading throughout her, paralyzing her arms, legs and brain.

Profound thinking was quite necessary for times like this, but in her case, it wasn't. And with her present condition, concentration was hard to attain, too.

The surrounding silence was broken by odd rustlings and what sounded like cracking of twigs: she thought that they were caused by animals rather than people, yet she kept her fist held tight at the ready. Her insides, already uncomfortable due to the inadequate helping of chlorophyll syrup, tingled with unease.

She had thought that she would feel elated if she managed to confess everything to Charm, but somehow she did not; all she felt was worry about what would happen next. It was as though she had been hurtling toward this point for weeks, months, maybe even years, but now she had come to an abrupt halt, run out of road.

Dawn was coming up: The pure, pitch black vastness of the sky stretched over her, indifferent to her and her suffering. She sat down in the hammock and took a deep breath of clean air. Simply to be alive to watch the moon rise over the sparkling humid field ought to have been the greatest treasure on earth, yet she could not appreciate it. Her senses had been spiked by the calamity of losing something. She looked out over a tree blanketed in mud, distant fallen leaves chiming through the glittering silence.

The pain brought by constant changes grew worse. Even chocolates were no helping matters. As seconds lingered to minutes, minutes to hours, and hours to days, she thought, "Everything is said and done."

She has convinced herself to not moan over things, convinced herself that everything's going to be alright and the pieces shattered are going to be put back where it belonged. But in reality, it wouldn't be that easy.

And as she buries all these thoughts in a silent amnesia, she began to wonder, “Why do all good things come to an end?"

Come One, Come All.

Welcome, creatures from this planet and beyond. Veronica Page Chavez here. Hi, Ma'am Carandang! Hehe. Wala lang.

Lunacy Fringe.

Most of the sophomores are all going frantic and crazy for the event on Saturday: the distribution of cards. Just imagine this, 78 students are under probation on our year. Damn, that includes half the population of our batch. And that can include ME. Jaw-dropping, eye-boggling, heartbeat rushing, anxiety prone are the best adjectives to describe it. My friends and I [Lala, Jerald, Micah, Cam2, Charm and I] were so worried that we even made mushy farewells and foretell what lies ahead for us.

I really want to brag my hinanakit-s but I'm too stupid to write it. I can't think straight. Sigh, when will this end? I've been feeling ill all week. So ill, that I attempted to eat the flesh of Bea.

And oh, if my parents look for me on Saturday, just tell them that I'm in a good condition, I've taken my vitamins, I have enough money by my side and I'm just at Krizzia's house revising our research. Haha. Our maybe you shouldn't.

Consistency and expectations are two of the worst, if not the worst cancers. They can eat you up without you even knowing it, when you least expect it. Sometimes, you may even think, probably its better to not excel that much. Because when you stumble, people tend to get berserk and dismayed with hideous reactions to match. But in defiance of that matter, that's still how mankind lives. The trend is, we focus more on an individual weakness, rather than its strength and expertise. Perhaps because, that's what our culture offers us. And up to now, no one still bothers to change it.

"I break tradition, sometimes my tries, are outside the lines. We've been conditioned to not make mistakes, but I can't live that way." How I hope I can just sing this to my parents. Wish me luck on Saturday. ='c

'Pag break na kayo, i-text mo ako.

Left: I was flipping through the files of my sister's USB when I found this. That's my little brother, Paolo. Ang cute! Haha.

Right: Paolo again, now slowly evolving into some freaky, vicious monster.

With A Little Help From My Friends.

I love my friends. And I owe a lot to them. Just keep it secret, okay?

In my daydreams, in my sleep,
Infatuation turning into disease.
You could cure me, see all you have to do now is please try.
Give it your best shot and try.
All I'm asking for is love,
But you never seem to have enough.
I've gotta feel you in my bones again.
I'm all over you.
-All Over You, The Spill Canvas

The lyrics are bit contrasting. The singer probably can't make up his mind. Haha, like me. But that was before. I've make up my mind. I'm all over you.

He Wasn't.

hindi ako makasulat ng maigi, nasa likod ko kasi si papa. ang dami ko pa naman sanang gustong linawin. walang freedom of speech tuloy. mamaya na nga lang.

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now playing: iris by paolo santos

now that i'm all alone in this cold misty night, i guess i can already say what i suppose to say hours ago. this post is actually meant to clear out all untangled prophecies that involves my name. the good, the bad and the likes. for the past few months, a lot of people have been coming to me with silly misconceptions. yung iba nakakainis, ang iba malalaglag ka sa upuan sa katatawa at habang ang iba'y hindi ka papatulugin sa kakaisip. so seat back, relax, and enjoy this juicy disclosures. just remember, this post is not intended to neither offend nor embarass anybody. i'll give easy hints on the way, para walang ma-LG. bato bato sa langit, ang tamaan huwag magagalit. ;)


PROPHECY NO. 1: THE GUY
he was the subject and focus of most of my entries last semestral break. i've given him different codenames which got some people intrigued. so now, see clearly, 'cause i think whoever is reading this do have the right to know. ABCDEGHIKLMNOPQRSTUVWXYZ. ano ang kulang? just a little analysis and you'll get it right. as of now, i don't like him and i'm not psyched when he appers online on my list. i just don't know what've gotten into me to notice him so badly. hindi ko lang talaga alam. all i know is that i don't like him anymore and he loves you so dearly, charm. [err, another clue there. gets niyo na ba?]

PROPHECY NO. 2: THE OTHER GUY
to the creatures who visit my profile on friendster more often than this blog can misconceive something. he's not my crush or my boyfriend, okay? and i've done nothing to hurt his feeling either. how awful can it be to hear that your crush's picture has a fee? okay, it's awful, but that IS reality. it's not me, it's you. haha. in my opinion, he started all of it. the hearsays, the ilangan, the misunderstandings and all. he said he don't want people with too much pride. hark who's talking. but i'm always open for knee-bent beggings or simple yet sincere apologies. [haha! ang kapal.]

PROPHECY NO. 3: THE LOVELESS
oh well, that's me! i'm back to my good 'ol days. tsaka, patama pala yan sa pamilya ko. pano kasi, they don't believe that i don't have a suitor or a boyfriend. haha. there's no rush for that matter. besides, i'm just 13. i'm still young. and i think it would be best for me to enjoy thy single-hood.

and before i forgot, HAPPY MONTHSARY SA 1.2.3.BOOM! I love you guys!

a lot more stronger,

Nica

TUYO ng DAMDAMIN.

One breath, two. Then I dove. I faced the icy stares head on as I continued to cover my mouth with my hanky. With my head bowed to present modesty, I went straight on, oblivious to everything.

Tuyo ng Damdamin is dry feelings, not a guy who's first year college, Charm.

Pahabol: Veronica Page Chavez, dead on arrival. This is just her ghost typing. Boo!

You've Got Me Wrapped Around Your Fingers. Do You Have To Make It Linger?

Found time that isn’t mine
Stole from the world, guilty of my crime
How high can we both fly?
You answer so soft
That you could never be mine
'Cause everything’s too complicated
But you wish we could be
It’s wishful thinking that you will
Leave everything for me,
I know you’re scared to get hurt
It may sound cliché but I’m here to stay
For you I will do whatever it takes, yeah.

I may be a fool
It doesn’t really matter
As long as I’m with you
I don’t seem to care
For now I’ll just sit back for awhile
Wait for awhile

Things get in the way
2 things get in the way
Those damn things get in the way
2 things get in the way.

Two Things - Urbandub

You Know I'm No Good.

Ayan, nagkabukingan na ang lahat. Charm and Meggie know, the whole 1.2.3.BOOM! gang knows and a few people on my batch has heard something about someone too. My karma, I guess. Bahala sila, di naman kasi totoo.

For the past few days, I've been hearing a lot of conceit and pride. Especially from the male populace. It really irritated me when I knew about these things. Walang hiya. Sino ba sila sa inaakala nila? They're just mere Homo sapiens that come and go on every girl's life. I even made that my status message on YM today. 'awoo! katurn-off ang mga MAYAYABANG ai! beh! mtamaan ka sna. >:P' --- that's my status. And well, maraming natamaan. Haha. Guilty? I rather not speak who that guy, I mean who those guys are. Kawawa naman sila, ibulgar ko pa dito ang kayabangan nila.


I don't have a topic for today. I feel lazy to narrate who those guys are. Interesting pa naman sana. Hmmm. Nothing actually happened. Only a lot more lies unraveled. Its like the truth's really hard to find these days. No one's sincere and honest anymore. Well, bahala na sila doon sa part na yun. Its their choice.

You, are you truthful?


Spare me. You know I'm no good. ♥

Harder and harder to Breathe.

I don't know if its just my fanciful senses malfunctioning again or if fate is just hitting me bigtime. And when I mean hitting, I mean in a very, very cruel, unforgivable and unthinkable manner.

Things are just getting out of hands. Just like now, online nga ang mga paborito kong ka-chat pero masyado naman akong okupado sa ginagawa ko. Syeeet!! Ano ba kasing problema ni Satanas? Bakit niya ba ako pinapasurahahan ng gani-ganito lang? Kung gusto niya ng mga karamaldumal na mga kasalanan, edi yung mga walang hiyang magnanakaw na lang sana ang ginawa niyang biktima, hindi isang problemadong at di-hamak na estudyante! Waah! Ang sarap kumain ng tao!!

Haha. Anong connect?


Oh, I have a recent example. My brother just asked me, "Ate, may 31 ang October?" I thought of it for a while, but instead of just saying "ugwa", I turned all red and said "ABA MALAY KO! MAY KALENDARYO KAYA AKO PA ANG HAHAPUTUN MO! DAI MO DAW AKO PAG-ISTURBUHUN!" While the first statement is shorter and a lot better, I don't know what came into my mind and utter the second one instead. Which was rather wrong and offending.

1) My migraine's been attacking me 3 days straight resulting to unsatisfying sleeps and deficient works and chores, 2) a guy won't quit catching my attention, 3) by now you'll think of me as 'ang pinakamayabang at pinakamakapal na babae sa balat ng lupa' (But I don't really give a damn about that. Not now dudes and dudettes), 4) I still haven't found an example of Mindoro music (Duh? Where on surface of the earth can I find such thing within 24 hours?), 5) I tried out for a position on Photojournalism for the PressCon on Wednesday, something that I clearly have no clue of which left me frantic and worried and lastly, 6) the distribution of cards is next week which adds up to my torment and worry.

Agonizing temper and patience. That's what the things above just brought me.

Save me. First day back to school and its so much harder to breathe. ;c