
I can feel the pressure right now.
Dalawang tulog na lang.
I'm so depressed.
Kabay lang very good ang deus ex machina this Saturday,
What happened in Sagay remained in Sagay.
Grrr! I haven't blogged for a very long time. And I missed blogging.
But looking at the brighter side...
I used to blog almost everyday because I'm so pissed with my boring life. Man...I didn't have a life at all.
And since I wasn't blogging the past few days, shall I say...I HAD SOME LIFE?
Uhm...not really. I had a taste of both ups and downs.
The thing is, I had a big change of routines. Like I don't write in my diary anymore and I don't buy useless stuffs anymore and I don't eat much in KFC anymore and such. Bah! Also, I really have a lot of things to blog but I don't have much time.
Neways here are some random updates in my effin life (and the hell everybody care anyway?)
*I'm back to work after a 15-day vacation with pay. Gawd...everything was perfect. My Negros Tour was the highlights.
*I'm addicted to Jollibee and I gained some weight.
*I'm so busy with my cosplaying friends. Gawd, we have a lot of projects to do. I'm so excited for our Bleach Photoshoot next month.
*I'm having so much fun with Jaw and Gez lately. Haha. Go go 3G Bacolod!
*I ended up my madness with someone. Damn...it took me a year to realize I'm fooling myself. Declaration of Independence. Haha.
*I began watching Once Piece series...now that I'm done with Naruto and Bleach.
*I don't read or buy books that much anymore.
*I'm collecting anime action figures. Grrr! Pain in the pocket.
*I just had my most memorable Guimaras escapade. Too bad...what happens in Guima remains in Guima. Haha.
*Got a new digital camera from my mom. Woohoot!
*Yesterday, Friday 13th, something bad happened to my mom. I wish could kill people. Bullshit!
The genius, the ninja, and the shinigami. Woohoot!
A pic with two of my fave anime heroes. Paet paet!
Bullshit. I was coerced to have a CBC so the intern could diagnose if I'm infected or not and then provide me a medical certificate.
Just Bullshit.
I was praying I would have increased WBC.
And it was! Two points above normal. Yay!
Off again for another 2 days. Bah!
My Apacer MP3 player is gone yesterday. Argh!
Too bad...it's the only MP3 that lasted in my hands for almost 2 years.
Maybe I need to buy a better one.
*I was praying yesterday I would not be assigned in Station 7B. Thank you very much...I was assigned in such a horrible station.
*I was kind of stressed right after duty and I forgot to sign out. Bah!
*I lost my Bleach coin purse along with my keys and my MP3 player. Grrr!
*I nearly lost my life after a bicycle accident in the middle of the night.
*I lost my voice. I effin hate pharyngitis. Argh!
Haha. Thanks Pasoy. I owe you a lot.
Now I can watch TLOS nonstop...and well, share it to some friends.
Woohoot!
And I watched all the anime episodes.
And lately, finished all the manga chapters.
OMG! What a relief. I caught up at last!

Can't wait for the next.
Woot!
I'm kinda excited with my first Vacation Leave. I'm looking forward for it since forever. Now, I kinda hava a lot of plans.
Like...
*Going to Manila. A tour perhaps or an opportunity to look for a better job.
*A trip around Negros...including the Oriental. I'm planning to go alone. But if some of my friends want to go with me, then fine. I'm planning to make a documentary. It would be three days that will change my life forever. Nyahaha.
*Cosplaying in the Electric Masskara...since I would be free the whole event.
*Going home to Candoni to settle a lot of things. Fixing my old room perhaps or visiting some old friends.
*Have vacation with my family. My treat of course.
*Schedule myself for a surgery. I really want my cyst removed.
*Kill somebody. Bury the body and get away with it. Grrrr!
*An escapade with Geztel who will be going home from London.
*Go somewhere else and pretend like a nobody. I really want to do that.
*Been so busy lately. Damn 8-hour shift. People might notice I'm not blogging much. Go go twittering!
*I just filed my vacation leave. That would be on October 16-30. Get that? It means I would be free the whole Masskara Festival!
*I met Christine Sarito at Booksale Rob yesterday. Gee...we kinda talked about lots of things. Particularly history. You see, she graduated AB History in UP Miag-ao. What a wonderful course...I kinda envy her.
*And I also met Mrs. Lina Santillan at Rob yesterday. She never aged...no exxageration. My once Filipino teacher is just the same as always. And well, she got herself a Facebook account. How's that?
*I hate to admit this but my father recently fell for a scam about cell phone loads. He lost himself 6,000 Php. Poor Dad.
*I recovered a lot of music from my TRC days. Thanks to the burned CDs I discovered in my archives lately. Reminds me much of those days.
*And because of what happened with Imeem, I'm trying to recover all my past photos. Lately, I met with Bea to ask for some of the photos. T'was fun gathering. I ended up having a burger dinner with them. Burp.
*I'm kinda broke lately. I'm lusting to watch Year One or KimmyDora but too bad...
My 999 was so much fun. Had bonding with Duz and Wuz.
Laugh trip on the way. And yeah...camwhoring.
Bye bye!
OMG! I loathed Captain Mayuri Kurosutchi since his first appearance in Bleach.Well in fact...just a simple get together of TRC sapats.
Now this brings back memories.
And I agree...somehow. It's a riot! Haha.
Oh no...I haven't watched this flick yet.
But I just love the poster.
There's an irresistable evil in it. Rawr!
I'm fond of eating these stuffs lately. Haha.

Preserved fruits by Nice Foods. Haha. So cheap but they're good actually. Just 10 Php per pack.

I endorse it to everyone, haha. There's Cherry and Black Plum and Prunes and the like.
This is what I was talking about. I bought this copy of Days of Magic, Nights of War at Booksale for only 180 Php. How's that? 
A huge book with glossy pages...plus 150+ colored illustrations from Clive Barker himself. Awesome!

Admit it...you envy me. Bwahaha!




Well, I'm kinda waiting for the movie of this wonderful work.

When when when?
Had dinner at Imay's last night. Nong Orlie's burpday.
I was entering the place when the guard smiled at me and asked, "Off mo subong?"
I wondered. I asked him back, "Off?"
"La ka di duty subong? Diri ka ga work di ba?"
I smiled. Grrrrr!
"Ah...ma eat ko di Nong ya..."
"AY SUS SORRY GID SIR!"
How's that?
I'm must have been wearing simple clothes lately. Which is intentional...actually.
schizophrenia [skítsō frni ə]
noun
1 PSYCHIATRY psychiatric disorder affecting the coherence of the personality: a severe psychiatric disorder with symptoms of emotional instability, detachment from reality, often with delusions and hallucinations, and withdrawal into the self
2 offensive term: an offensive term for contradictory or conflicting attitudes, behavior, or qualities
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My father’s brother is psychotic. His other brother is suffering from paranoia and delusion of poverty. One of his first cousins is mentally retarded. One of his second cousins has a world of his own. Mental problems indeed run in the blood such that myself, being my father’s son, is likely a schizophrenic.
Of the two definitions of schizophrenia I mentioned above (courtesy of Encarta), I do not know which best defines my condition. Is my being schizophrenic a psychiatric disorder or just and offensive term I love referring to myself? Well, it’s up for those who know me well to tell. As for me, I rather pick the second one. If the first definition best defines me, then I might be in a place called ‘asylum’ and not writing this thing at all.
In this world of slang domination, anyone can be called a schizo as long as he behaves differently. In other words, being schizophrenic nowadays is synonymous to being weird, odd, and freaky. The first word there in the second definition is ‘offensive’. It’s true. As for me, I don’t feel offended being called a schizo. Maybe that’s the way my schizophrenia goes; I’m a schizo because I find it cool being such.
I confess that my friends had confessed that they find me weird, odd, and freaky...a schizo. That’s no offense I know. In fact, with my behavior, they find me fun to be with. My behavior is something I am proud of; with head held up high to the extent that I put up a column in our school paper for my crazy thoughts. I eat banana cue while malling, I boast something I bought from ukay-ukay, and I take a bath every 12:00 midnight. I’m just being true to myself because inhibitions define torture to me.
My other oddities as follows…
I define leisure in three words: books, movies and Internet. When I was young, my parents would either leave me in a crib full of books or to their friend who was a librarian. Thus began my bibliomania. I read books, I sniff at their pages, I feel their texture, I hear them calling attention, and if only they’re edible, I will eat them. One of my hobbies is book hunting, that is, visiting bookstores with secondhand books searching rare-to-find ones. Speaking of movies, my taste is somewhat different. When the masses think that The Matrix is cool, I think it’s pathetic and a waste of time. When the masses think that it’s jologs to watch the local flick, Jologs, I think otherwise. When people are fond of crying, laughing, screaming, sleeping, and fornicating in the cinema, I am fond of memorizing punchlines. As to the Internet, I think that it’s the most entertaining invention of mankind for mankind. Aside from my being fond of making webpages, I have nothing to say.
I took up my course BS Nursing with a very odd reason: I just wanted to go abroad and get the autograph of some famous personality. So far, the course is not being a curse for my fanatical decision. I’m loving it.
In Maslow’s Heirarchy of Needs, ‘writing’ is something that does not belong at the base of the conceptual pyramid. I stand for an exception. The hobby of writing for me is something as important as food, shelter, clothing, and sex. It’s a physiologic need in my case. My hand itches when it’s not holding a pen; why not spoil it?
I tend to laugh in different ways depending on what is to laugh about. I have this kind of laugh that is as if I’m a panting dog. I have also this laugh like that of someone who got a nasal problem. Sometimes, I laugh like that of an idiot. And many other laughs. Nyahaha!
I am a person who is numb for harsh words, not until Mr. Ego gets hit. No, this is not masochism for verbal abuse. It’s just that what other say against me is a challenge in my part thus becomes food for my ears. And before I forget, I really believe in karma.
My simple pleasures happened to be really simple. I love foggy mornings where everything else is dewy. I love the sound of raindrops tapping on the roof. I love tickling fat layers of my obese friends. I love being at the top of a Ferris Wheel. I love the coarse feeling of rice grains in my palm. I love catching dragonflies. I love touching my arm-pits. Such simple things and many others do give me joy.
Let’s go to dislikes. I hate cockroaches because they are the ugliest creatures in the world. I hate people who are smart but pretend to be morons. I hate brownouts. I hate it when my opinion is neglected. I hate commercials with kikay endorsers. I hate cellphone addicts. I hate on-the-spot quizzes. I hate tonsillitis and otitis media. Most of all, I hate it when someone hates me.
I am a highly ambitious person. I strongly believe in the cliché, “Hindi naman masamang mangarap eh.” Aside from being a nurse, I also want to become a novelist someday, or a photographer, or a filmmaker, or a painter, or a teacher, or an actor, or a scientist, or an otorhinolaryngologist. I admit having a lot of insecurities in life. Of all the people in the world, I envy most Dr. Jose Rizal. If only he didn’t have those fifty-something or more professions, then I am not this ambitious.
Whether on TV shows, in movies, in novels, or in real-life situations, I do love villains much as I think that protagonists are boring. When something has a story, being good in it is corny for my senses. I love villains. Their costumes are fascinating and the way they laugh gives me goosebumps of satisfaction. Not to mention their unforgettable punchlines.
In my age, while other people of my age are drinking liquors, smoking, and making babies, I still watch cartoons. I still believe that sleeping when your hair is wet causes blindness. I still buy toys and K-Zone! I still kiss my parents in their cheeks in public. Sigh. Why can’t I just go back to being a kid again?
I am suffering from Narcissism [no, not that severe as you might be thinking]. My over-all package is not that crush-able. I look terrible courtesy of comedo, sebum, vulgaris, rosacea, and other dreadful things my dermatologist had told me. But that’s no hindrance for me to like the camera. Whether on webcam, phone cam, digital cam or just the manual cam, I love taking pictures of myself. Now you know what irony means. If I’m not a fan of someone, I am a fan of myself.
Though my IQ seems fair, I have a unique form of dyslexia. I say it’s unique because so far, I never met someone having such also. I am dyslexic brought about by the fact that I cannot identify where is LEFT and where is RIGHT. The two words always confuse me until someone identifies for me. When I was on cadet training in high school, I would usually get into trouble because I don’t know where to turn every time the commander orders to the left or to the right. Imagine the catastrophe.
I don’t have MPD but I tend to pretend having such. For the benefit of the laymen, MPD stands for Multiple Personality Disorder and it is the tendency of a person to exhibit behaviors that is not done by the real him because some other personas dominate his self. One moment he’s righteous, then he becomes vile, then becomes childish, then becomes jolly, then back to righteous. Having MPD, one could be a psycho killer and verbalize in the courtroom that he had not killed someone at all. I think it’s cool having MPD. One of hobbies is looking at the mirror and act like Gollum in The Lord of the Rings. Now that’s real weird. My reason? Probably it’s my method of escape to reality or just one of my ego-defenses.
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Admit it! After reading this confession thing you have become schizophrenic yourself. Nyahaha!
Be yourself, don’t be a fool; normal is boring, odd is cool. There’s nothing wrong being true to yourself. Sometimes, I am forced to believe that nakedness is the best outfit of man. Nah, that’s taboo. But think about it.
One thing to remember to avoid the real schizophrenia: Always go back to reality, no matter how happy or sad it is for you. Life is worth living but sometimes, it’s nothing without humor.