One year

Can you believe how time flies so fast? One second I was just starting out as a new transferee student at DLSAU, and the next second one school year's over. I still can't believe that one school year's done. Imagine that. Haha. If I'm still in med school and enjoying what I'm learning there, I'll probably be entering 4th year tomorrow, starting a year-round rotation as a Junior Intern in different hospitals. Yeah, I'll probably be having that jittery feeling that my friends are currently having. And I'll be proud to wear a steth around my neck, yeahboi!

Majority of my batchmates in Biology who took Medicine are done with their duties by today and are graduating some time within the month of April, wearing that MD toga with "MD" at the end of their names already. My med school batchmates, majority of them, are going to be JIs starting tomorrow. I have a friend who's studying medicine at UERM and she'll be having her first rotation under the OB-GYNE Department. Another friend of mine, now from FEU-NRMF, will have Surgery as her first rotation. If I'm still in med, where would my first rotation be? Heehe.

I'm still happy for them, for not giving up on med when things get tough and almost unbearable. They are really meant to be physicians and they will be, after a year of duties and after passing the board exams. Congratulations to my friends under Batch 2011, wherever med school you are in. And to Batch 2012 friends (wherever school you are in too), God bless! You all can do this. One year's fast. You'll survive those sleepless nights and early duties. 加油!

As for me, I should be graduating after 3 more school years and pass the board exam and have that "DVM" after my name. I will not give up.

Babies

I've met 2 adorable babies last March 26; one before I went to school to take my last final exam for the school year and the other one when I went home.

So, this is me with Baby Zoe, who is 10 days old as of the moment that picture was taken. Kaylee Zoe is the first child of my cousin Genn and her husband Edison. I was supposed to visit them at the hospital the day when Genn gave birth, but I just couldn't go as I was busy cramming an assignment that we thought was to be submitted the following day (and yes, the submission was moved to another date that we weren't aware of, and additional stuff to be put on the assignment that we weren't also aware of-- damn). I couldn't visit again the day after as I have a final exam for the following day. Simply said, I wasn't able to visit them at the hospital and it frustrates me as I was the one who kept asking Genn how she was doing and all and I was the one who wasn't able to visit her. Anyway, Zoe is such a cutie and big! I can't wait for her to grow and see what a beautiful lady she will be.

On to the next baby.

That furry dog is Apple, a 2 and a half months old half Golden Retriever and half native. She was given to us by Dad's cousin from Caloocan. Basically, she's the sibling of Cookie and Einstein from another batch... Cookie and Einstein are 2 years older than Apple. Initially, Claire wanted to name her "Snow Ball", but my grandmother is having a hard time pronouncing "snow" so she decided to change it to Apple. Taco, our daschund, got smitten immediately as he kept playing with her, and was trying to "rape" her. Haha. The first night she was here, Apple was howling a lot. Probably missing her siblings. But the following day, she's just like Cookie and Einstein, very active running here and there and eats a lot. She loves sleeping my the soil and on top of my grandmother's pandan leaves. At this point, her retriever genes are very much alive because she kept biting anything she sees. Even my foot. Hahaha.

Real quick

I meant to blog on the last day of my exams/first day of my vacation. But I got too lazy to do so. Harhar.

Anyway. It's my vacation until the 10th of April as summer classes will start on the 11th. I was initially to have only a week of vacation, but when I went to school last Monday I found out that vacation's extended for another week. And since I was in school that day, I have already enrolled for summer classes. I have 3 subjects to take, and I'll be going to school everyday.

That's it for now. More posts starting tomorrow.

Quote

"Our life is made up of time; our days are measured in hours, our pay measured by those hours, our knowledge is measured by years. We grab a few quick minutes in our busy day to have a coffee break. We rush back to our desks, we watch the clock, we live by appointments. And yet your time eventually runs out and you wonder in your heart of hearts if those seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years and decades were being spent the best way they possibly could. In other words, if you could change anything, would you?" 

— Cecelia Ahern (Love, Rosie)

This is Me

This is me, looks strong physically, but very fragile within.

I may look happy and carefree and stress-free, but deep inside, I crumble, troubled and crying.

I may act like I don't really care of what others think, but in me, I desperately crave for my parents attention, wanting their approval and trust on the decisions that I have made and will make in the future.

This is me, acting numb in front of couples, but deep inside me, I am in love with someone who don't seem to notice me-- or maybe he does notice me-- but probably don't feel the same way as I do.

This is me, giving hugs and comforts to other people, but wants to be hugged by that someone I am in love with.

This is me, enjoys taking pictures of anything and everything, anyone and everyone; yet wants to have that one picture with that particular person.

This is me, shy to perform-- or simply sing-- in front of other people, but when alone, I sing my heart out.

This is me, being kind to others, helping those who ask for help, but I know that it's now being abused. I'm restraining myself to push that trigger that will make me explode.

This is me, a better listener than a talker, but wants someone to sit by my side and listen to me as well.

This is me, accepts the probability that I may not get married and have family and children of my own. But then again, there's still this hope somewhere in me that wishes and really hopes for a husband and children. In the near future, that is.

This is me, enjoys giving surprises to friends, but wants to be surprised as well, which has never happened.

This is me, so engrossed on reading novels, and in my mind, being a hopeless romantic, I wish that the endings of those novels can be applied in my life.

This is me, takes care of other people, but when it's me who's in need of being taken care of, I get none.

This is me, with lots of friends and acquaintances, but only a chosen few are those I truly trust and very close to my heart.

This is me, a dreamer, and will always be a dreamer.

Ordinary Girl

I'm neither a Miley Cyrus nor a Hannah Montana fan, but this song just caught my attention last night while I was browsing through the television.

Date a girl

I found this entry from a college friend's tumblr account.

"Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes. She has problems with closet space because she has too many books. Date a girl who has a list of books she wants to read, who has had a library card since she was twelve. Find a girl who reads. You’ll know that she does because she will always have an unread book in her bag.She’s the one lovingly looking over the shelves in the bookstore, the one who quietly cries out when she finds the book she wants. You see the weird chick sniffing the pages of an old book in a second hand book shop? That’s the reader. They can never resist smelling the pages, especially when they are yellow. She’s the girl reading while waiting in that coffee shop down the street. If you take a peek at her mug, the non-dairy creamer is floating on top because she’s kind of engrossed already. Lost in a world of the author’s making. Sit down. She might give you a glare, as most girls who read do not like to be interrupted. Ask her if she likes the book. Buy her another cup of coffee. Let her know what you really think of Murakami. See if she got through the first chapter of Fellowship. Understand that if she says she understood James Joyce’s Ulysses she’s just saying that to sound intelligent. Ask her if she loves Alice or she would like to be Alice. It’s easy to date a girl who reads. Give her books for her birthday, for Christmas and for anniversaries. Give her the gift of words, in poetry, in song. Give her Neruda, Pound, Sexton, Cummings. Let her know that you understand that words are love. Understand that she knows the difference between books and reality but by god, she’s going to try to make her life a little like her favorite book. It will never be your fault if she does. She has to give it a shot somehow. Lie to her. If she understands syntax, she will understand your need to lie. Behind words are other things: motivation, value, nuance, dialogue. It will not be the end of the world. Fail her. Because a girl who reads knows that failure always leads up to the climax. Because girls who understand that all things will come to end. That you can always write a sequel. That you can begin again and again and still be the hero. That life is meant to have a villain or two. Why be frightened of everything that you are not? Girls who read understand that people, like characters, develop. Except in the Twilightseries. If you find a girl who reads, keep her close. When you find her up at 2 AM clutching a book to her chest and weeping, make her a cup of tea and hold her. You may lose her for a couple of hours but she will always come back to you. She’ll talk as if the characters in the book are real, because for a while, they always are. You will propose on a hot air balloon. Or during a rock concert. Or very casually next time she’s sick. Over Skype. You will smile so hard you will wonder why your heart hasn’t burst and bled out all over your chest yet. You will write the story of your lives, have kids with strange names and even stranger tastes. She will introduce your children to the Cat in the Hat and Aslan, maybe in the same day. You will walk the winters of your old age together and she will recite Keats under her breath while you shake the snow off your boots. Date a girl who reads because you deserve it. You deserve a girl who can give you the most colorful life imaginable. If you can only give her monotony, and stale hours and half-baked proposals, then you’re better off alone. If you want the world and the worlds beyond it, date a girl who reads. Or better yet, date a girl who writes."

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Alone

For some reason, I feel so alone. I don't know why. All I know is that right this very moment, I want to cry.

I hate it when Dad is out of town

I hate it when Dad is out of town. Why?
1. I have to sleep extra early because I have to wake up extra early.
2. I have to wake up way extra early to open the house.
3. I have to commute all the way from home to school.
4. So I leave home even before the sun rises.
5. He will leave me instructions at least 3 weeks before his flight, and will repeat those instructions almost everyday until he leaves.
6. People here at home get on my nerves.

It's funny that Dad is always being sent to China for business trips. But these trips are not because it falls under the department he is in; it's more like because he's Chinese and can somehow talk Chinese. So because he's in China, Dad took my laptop and camera with him, therefore, I'm laptop-less and camera-less for a week. I'll get by.

So, this is the last regular week for me before the final exams week next week. It's just Tuesday but it's freaking stressful already, include the stress for the process of fixing my grades for substituting for crediting.

So there, just a quick update. Back to assignments!

Magpakailanman

This song by Rocksteddy will always be one of my all time favorite songs. I instantly fell in love with the song the first time I heard it years ago. And whenever I hear this song, I keep wishing that one day, someone will sing me this song. Shucks, my hopeless romantic side is surfacing again. Haha. =)

Silence

“I wished I were there with someone who could bring peace to my heart- someone with whom I could spend a little time without being afraid that I would lose him the next day. With that reassurance, the time would pass more slowly. We could be silent for a while because we’d know we had the rest of our lives together for conversation. I wouldn’t have to worry about serious matters, about difficult decisions and hard words.”

—    Paulo Coelho (By the River Piedra I Sat Down and Wept)

Have you experienced enjoying a conversation with someone and you both suddenly fell silent? Not that you don’t have anything to say, but just want to be silent. The silence isn’t the awkward kind of silence, the one that you are forced to think of something to say just to keep the conversation going; the silence is more of the comfortable kind, just knowing that the other person’s beside you or just on the other side of the line.

I recently felt that comfortable silence and it reminded me of the quote from a novel of Paulo Coelho. It’s so comfortable that while in that situation it made me smile. It’s so comforting that I somehow wish I can actually experience the quote in real life.

Anyway, after few days since I experienced that comfortable silence, it still makes me smile whenever I think of it. =)

Backstab me all you want, I won't stoop down to your level.

DISCLAIMER. I AM WRITING THIS JOURNAL IN ONE PRONOUN ONLY BUT THAT DOES NOT MEAN THAT IT IS ONLY OF ONE GENDER THAT I AM TALKING ABOUT. THANK YOU.

It has come to my attention today that a person whom I thought is a friend of mine actually said something behind my back. And of course, that’s without my knowledge. Another friend of mine just talked to me and told me that, although he actually thought twice whether to tell me that or not. I am thanking that person who told me about this so-called friend backstabbing me; it made my hunch about the backstabber more correct than ever, that one day he’ll backstab me.

What the freaking hell is wrong with that person? He wants to know everything? Maybe he’s insecure when with me? Well, I highly doubt that one. Or maybe, he’s jealous that I can be easily approached by people? Can’t he talk to me about that, he’s so opinionated that he can’t even do it in my face? The hell with him!

Maybe you should be even thankful to me that I do not divulge to other people your annoying side. The only person who knows it is my paternal grandmother whom I tell stories of how my day went in school.

That’s it. Nakakainis nang maging mabait. It’s being abused already. Time to take the bad side now?

Backstab me all you want, I won’t stoop down to your level. Bahala na si Lord sa iyo.

Friday. Saturday. Monday.

For the days mentioned on my title, they had been quite some days for me. Those days may be as ordinary as my other days are, but certain experiences/adventures/moments made those days stand out from my memory as of the moment.

My Friday last week was actually as ordinary as any day of the week, although I had no 7:30AM class that day, so I left home at 9 in the morning. By 10, I was out of the MRT and walking towards LRT when I saw lines piling up and were not moving very fast. At first thought, I was thinking that maybe they were doing very thorough inspections per person. But as I got nearer the security checkup, I heard murmurs saying that the LRT had technical difficulties and will take a while before it gets back to normal. I’m like few people away when the line stopped moving and a lot of people were already going down and wait for jeepneys.

Since I have experienced the stampede-like mass below the EDSA Station of the LRT before, I dare not experience that again. So I have decided to ride the MRT again then ride the bus to school. And to cut the long story short, I rode the wrong bus, so I transferred to another bus; then I prematurely went down the bus therefore I walked a looooong way to where the jeeps were. Then at school, the book I borrowed was overdue for a day and I wasn’t aware until the night before (moral lesson: read the library receipt issued by the librarian!) and I can’t pay immediately my balance as the accounting office (I think), as they don’t accept 5pesos. So, I assume that I have to make sure I have other overdue books so that my balance will increase and I’ll be able to finally pay them.

Last Saturday, we went to the death anniversary dinner of the late Oscar Obligacion as our family is a family friend of theirs. Aside from the usual crowd of Uncle Neville’s friends, some artists were present too. To name a few, there’s Caridad Sanchez, Anita Linda, Susan Roces and Kuya Germs. No, I did not have my picture taken with them. I’m shy. Haha.

Then there’s today. I woke up this morning with a very bad backache. I think I was very makulit again while sleeping. Oh well. And then I was really expecting that today would be like any past Mondays that I have, after Anatomy Lecture, I will spend 2 hours in the library answering Helminthology Lecture and reading and doze off. But no! We had decided to join the other groups going to a slaughterhouse as we needed to take pictures for Anatomy Laboratory class. Anyway, the experience going there was amazing. It’s my first time to wear hardhat. Haha.

Second semester will end in two weeks. And two weeks after that will be the start of the summer classes. If I have finalized my schedule, I’ll be still going to school everyday, if not, then my schedule of classes will only be Tuesdays, Wednesday s, Thursday s and Saturdays. But I think I want daily classes still, just to keep me going.

By the way, I have Skype account now. My username’s bridget.co :D Toodles!

Come to think of it...

"People travel to wonder 
at the height of the mountains, 
at the huge waves of the seas, 
at the long course of the rivers, 
at the vast compass of the ocean, 
at the circular motion of the stars, 
and yet they pass by themselves 
without wondering. " 
— St. Augustine of Hippo