I just saw the movie, Pisay(I didn't study there in case anybody is wondering). It was good but not great. It succeeded in capturing some of the essence of high school life(I laughed so hard at the Noli-Fili sequence) and it offers a new take on the Martial Law Era and the important events included in it. The plot got slightly weird near the end and some events jumped to the resolution(needless to say, most of the endings were happy ones) without much elaboration. My main beef is the killing off of one character. It was so clumsily handled and happened so abruptly; the end became a bit too cheesy. Sure two scenes hinted at it but those weren't enough. Still, it's nice to watch and I love how Eugene Domingo acted in this movie.

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A character based on Fanny Garcia is in Pisay. Of course it was not her because a romantic relationship was hinted that I believe was totally non-existent since she was still happily married during that time. I think she already had her son during that period and if marriage problems are present, she probably still devotes much of her time on her son and not so much on romantic interests.

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Many rallies today. *sigh* I still don't know which side to join. I know as a citizen of this country I should choose one and stick with it until evidence shows I'm obviously wrong. I have other things to worry about which are much closer to my heart than this mess. I know... I know... I should prioritize this as this'll affect me and my future but it is just so uh... messy. What I need is to sit in or read a good discussion of the issue(I wasn't able to follow much of the proceedings and speeches and whatnot; Jun Lozada's crying was too much for me) and why the heck should we oust pGMA based on this findings.

What is with music and the need for people to constantly hear their favorite ones repeatedly? Why do we not get tired of it so easily as compared to a movie or a book? Wait, wrong framing. Why is it that I do not get tired of songs or pieces as easily as I get tired for say a good but not exceptional book? And I don't even want to talk about movies which rarely get the 2nd viewing from me if I understood it during the first one.

Maybe there is already a paper on this one but I'm too lazy(and incompetent) to search for it. I'll just believe that because music needs very minimal effort to appreciate and lasts for a very short time(of course, that'll also explain why we do not get tired of some commercials and short videos so easily) that is why listening to it repeatedly is common. But that only explains how it is possible and not why we listen to it over and over again.

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I hate the song "Batang bata ka pa". When I was 7, I hated it.(I hate it when grown-ups tell me what to do and how to think and stuff like that.) Now, it still hate it.(I feel I made a grammatical error...*shudder*) F*ck! It starts fine(in lyrics at least, in music not so much) spouting some things we, young people, are tired of hearing of even though those are true. And it ends with a slight disclaimer, a "kid" singing along agreeing completely with the message. However, there exists the singer who thinks he is smarter than everyone who is younger than him. Crapola! This should have never been revived. Ugh... Sugarfree, I for one know that smoking is bad and showing people smoking in your music videos is worse and I'm so much younger than you. And really, we, young people, are usually very cynical about life and do not think it is a small piece of paradise. However, I can have a compromise just remove the following lines:

1. Tanggapin mo na lang ang katotohanan
Na ikaw ay isang musmos lang na wala pang alam
Makinig ka na lang, makinig ka na lang
-Fine, I'll shut up but who will I be listening to? And this reeks of patriarchal society crap: "I have power(/older/a grown man/etc.), therefore; I know every thing and everybody should listen to me. Bwhahahaha! You are just a kid, shut up!"

2. Ganyan talaga ang buhay lagi kang nasasabihan
Pagkat ikaw ay bata at wala pang nalalaman
Makinig ka sa ‘king payo pagkat musmos pa lamang
At malaman nang maaga ang wasto sa kamalian
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-The emphasized line is stupid. Really... Again, why should I listen to you? The only qualification you have is being older than me. And older doesn't necessarily means wiser. You have to prove yourself to me first and not just assert your age.

Okay, I found this thing you could post on your blog(I forgot what they call it these days.). It is a blog readability test. Basically, you type the url of your blog or website(or someone else's) and they'll rate its readability. So, what did I get?

I got a Junior High School readability. I'm insulted because one of the blogs I've read talks about meaningless stuff got a College(Undergrad) rating. Then again, I have been putting up really short and meaningless posts(with lots of pictures) these past few weeks; the key word being putting up because I have really long ones in my drafts/unpublished area. So to test the validity of the tool, I've decided to try how it rates some of the other blogs I read.

http://otherjoseph.livejournal.com -> Junior High School
Incidentally, it is a photoblog with very few words. I guess the tool measures how long your average post is and pictures do not really count to how high the level of intellect is needed in reading a blog(not that I mean my blog needs a high level of intellect to be understood nor do I am for my blog to be that type of blog).

http://teenatheist.wordpress.com -> Junior High School
From the URL, it is a blog by a teenage girl atheist living in _____(she prefers to keep her country of origin a secret). Long posts, simple language, tendency for rants.

http://scienceblogs.com/ethicsandscience/ -> High School
It is a really good blog by an analytical philosopher with a tendency for discussions on ethics and philosophy of science. The really good thing about this blog is the high quality of the posts without the need for resorting to weird lingo or vocabulary only a few people will understand(read: Kant). Besides, what is the need for philosophy(and discussions on it) if the mass do not understand it.

http://scienceblogs.com/insolence/ -> College(undergrad) level
Another good blog with very interesting albeit slightly longer posts. I swear that you sometimes need to stop for a while and review what you've read in order to be sure that you are getting the point.

One of the blogs I read had a Genius level. I'm bothered because it contains a fair amount of pictures and usually have short posts. Then again, most of her posts are poems or are very cryptic(sometimes I think it is too artsy) language that you really need to think about to understand.

Conclusions: Pictures means lower readability rating. Simple language means low RR also. The longer the posts(and the maybe the frequency too[not tested]) increases the RR. Poetry trumps long analytical essays.

Effects on me: Not much. After some thought, I've decided that I prefer a low RR since it means more people will be able to understand my posts. And why should I care if the blogs I(and hundreds of others) think are really smart have relatively lower ratings. Obviously, RR is not a very good measure of a blog's substance. However, I think this should be a wake-up call. I should make more meaty posts since I have been slacking but I probably still won't post any thing too personal since this is a public blog(even if very few read it) and not a personal diary with a double lock. Maybe I should edit and finally post those drafts I've written during times of ignited emotions.

And, I need to proofread my posts before and immediately after publishing them. I think I'm committing too many grammatical and typographical errors.

I have one of those few Sundays where I am not required to study for any upcoming exams. One reason is I don't know exactly when my next exam is going to be but I just know that they're at least one week away. Yay! Free Sunday! But I'm still going to spend a good part of the morning catching up on Microbiology readings.

What's with the catching up? I've realized that as one progresses with his/her major the greater the feeling of urgency to study. Then again, maybe it's just me. It is not about getting high grades for med school anymore; it is more about learning about stuff that I'd be needing to do in my future line of work(and I'd kick ass once we discuss these things in med school). I've been feeling like my high school friend lately, "Puro BA(business ad) na lang... BA, BA,BA." In my case, change the BA to PH(public health). Maybe, most people taking up their majors are feeling these things. I guess I should feel sorry for my nursing friends because they have majors in their first year of college.

I think I'm becoming incoherent so I'll stop rambling.

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I saw Juno and Little Miss Sunshine yesterday. Juno was funny and warm while LMS was funny, warm and sad; both were empowering. The best scenes for me in Juno was the end where they sang to each other and the scene with Jennifer Garner. For LMS, it was the talent show. If you want more articulate reviews go to rottentomatoes.com.

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What I've been up to last week...

Barangay Field Work:

Going home...

Huh? There's me!

Interview(Interviewer: My groupmate Liane)

I've been trying to save money to buy a new pair of glasses(I still haven't told my parents I lost the new ones they bought me.). I asked about prices in various shops, Sarabia Opticals seem to offer the cheapest pairs. The cheapest is at Php800. Right now, I have Php1150 (Two weeks of saving and that's all I've got. I'm pathetic, I shouldn't have wasted money this past week but my stomach comes first.) I have enough money but I still want to have Php2000 before I buy just so that I would have more choices in terms of frames and lenses. The anti-glare ones seem to be a bit more expensive.

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It's still Single Awareness Month. Yes, 19 years and I still don't have someone for Valentine's day(then again, 11 of those years don't really count, do they?).

What I've been up to these past weeks, aside from studying for exams and trying to think of new dance steps.

Virus culture using Egg Embryo:

Virus model:

Playing with my nephew(who is not so cute in this picture):

Phalakasan(no pics of actual playing...aw...):

Damn! I keep getting these "average" grades in my exams. Of course, I blame myself. Why couldn't I push myself harder? Why do I fall prey to "rookie" traps in tests? Being "average" is not bad but to achieve certain goals I have to be exceptional. Still, the sem is not over. I still have half of it waiting for me and giving me a chance to remedy this state of mediocrity I'm in.

I've been getting in trouble with "the rules" lately. Mostly resulting in confrontations with security guards. I know it's their job to ensure everyone's safety but they also have to use their brains and be practical or at the very least consistent.

The first involved a confrontation with the LRT guard. He was being stupid so I got angry at him. He was finished inspecting the bag of the passenger in front of the line and she was just packing her things up. A rare and empty train arrives so I decided to approach him with my OPEN bag to allow him to "inspect" it. Instead, he tells me to step back. Hello? Lumapit na nga ako eh! Eng-eng ka ba? And to add further insult, he said that there would be more trains. Yes, it is a train station but do you know how uncommon empty trains are during rush hour? Angrily, I've emptied my whole bag on the table and showed him the lack of dangerous objects inside my bag. Not contented, he told me to empty the smaller pocket of my bag. After the whole ordeal, I entered the boarding area.

After this incident, I've decided to one day wreck some havoc on them. Hopefully, this week but I've tons of exams and haven't made sure that my schemes would not result in a lifetime ban from using the LRT. Some of my plans:
1. After the inspection, I'll stand behind them and comment on their "great skills."
ex. "Wow! Ang galing naman ng stick na yan! Nakakakita!"
"Kuya, saan niyo nabili ang stick na yan? Ang galing mag-inspection eh!"
(Brings out my own stick) "Kuya, pwede pasubok?"

2. After an inspection, I'll stand behind the guards and bring out a survey form/check list and try to ask the passengers if they were satisfied with the "inspection." Or, write marks on the paper after every inspection.

3. In the case of really fast inspections(ie those that involve the stick entering the bag without the guard even looking inside), I'll say, "Ayusin mo nga ang trabaho mo!" or "Ang dami-daming bulsa ng bag ko, isa lang tinignan mo." Then, I'll stand behind him and act as a supervisor(with the occasional "tsk" and "ay, ang daming bulsang hindi nabuksan" and "ano kaya ang nasa loob noong plastic sa loob niyong bag?". I'll probably do this on a Friday.

4. Inside my bag, I'll place a smaller bag, which in turn contains an opaque plastic, which the contains tons of clothes and a small black box which would then contain nothing.

The other situation was initially my fault but the guard aggravated the situation by being a proud bastard. I too am a proud bastard and would not grovel and beg to be forgiven of my mistakes. I'd take the punishment and apologize but I'd not fall down on my knees and beg for forgiveness. The only thing I fear now is that there is a small chance that I'd not be able to graduate; then again, my offense is not a major offense and they didn't even confiscated my ID.

MAYBE, I should try being more patient, forgiving and less proud. Hah! I respect authority but if they start being irrational, I start rebelling against them.

Been really busy. A very full plate. This'll probably last until the end of the sem. I can't believe that I have so many exams to look forward to for the next weeks. Good thing I do not have to do any more of those long papers like the ones I did in Humanidades 1 and KomII, still there is a journal report and a barangay field work report to look forward to.

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Crap! I lost my glasses. They didn't even last for 1 week. My parents still do not know about them. I plan to buy my own pair as soon as I save enough money. Hopefully, I'll find cheap, light and nice glasses(and, they probably should look really similar to the ones I lost). No headaches though, thank goodness.

Even though, few(only me) read this blog I'd still like to warn everybody of this website I recently found. The Dengue Cure website by Mr. Edwin Casimiro. The website offers some uh...advice on how to cure and treat dengue. Some are benign and acceptable, like getting enough bed rest and offering comfort to the sick(though once the sick is in the near 40's he or she doesn't really notice any thing that much) to weird like eating lots of fruit to downright stupid, electrotherapy to kill the virus and to never ever trust doctors and hospitals.

The weird thing is the advice he gives will probably work most of the time since dengue is not really cured by any drug. Our body manages to neutralize the virus on its own, it just needs a little more energy. That is why treatment for it is only supportive therapy(IV feeding and rehydration) for most individuals especially those who were healthy when they were infected.

In my case, I spent only 2 days in trance mode due to the fever but after that I was feeling quite well. The only thing I needed was IV therapy because of my extreme loss of appetite, vomiting the previous days and my inability to eat(I was too tired). I didn't even need a plasma transfusion. I haven't read any real studies but for those who I know contacted the disease, their cases were similar to mine as they managed to defeat the disease without ingestion of any drugs.

On the other hand, the website contains this herb which promises to kill the virus(not that I think this would be really significant as we've seen most cases resolve with proper supportive therapy) which scientists could look into.

Source: "Dengue Fever" http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dengue_fever

Bumaba raw ang grado ng salamin ko. Hindi na naman iyon mataas sa simula't-simula pa lang. 50 noon at, pagkatapos ng 1 yr, 25 na. Ewan ko kung accurate iyon kasi hindi naman nagamitan ng machine tulad noong diagnosis sa akin last year. Sana nga totoo at parang totoo kasi hindi na ako masyado nagkaka-sakit sa ulo dahil sa mata kahit buong araw ko hindi suot salamin ko at nag-aaral pa para sa mga exam.

Paano ba yan? Mababawasan na ang taray at katakot powers ko kung bumalik pa sa normal ang mata ko. Tutal hindi naman talaga dapat ako nagsasalamin kasi napakaburara kong nilalang.

Crap. I forgot my glasses in the dance studio. How can someone forget their own glasses? Then again, I am one of the few people in the world who managed to throw their retainers with the garbage. My parents don't know about it, I still see fine and, hopefully, headaches from eye strain won't come. And fortunately, I've been wanting to replace those heavy, very dirty, very scratched and very crooked glasses.

Internet connection was down from Monday to Wednesday. Goy sick on Wednesday and still feel a bit ill. Two exams for next week, and two more the week after that.

This month sucks...

Happy New Year!

26 December

2 more nights and I'm 19. One step closer to being an independent adult. By independent, meaning closing off all contact with most of my relatives. Right. That'll happen. It's so like Christmas to make me wish I'm rich and do not have to live off my parents' income.

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I cooked our Noche Buena. Yey for me. Hopefully, by next year I'll learn how to cook rice properly. How was my cooking? Good. We didn't get food poisoning so I managed to kill the pathogenic bacteria. The chicken is one step closer to the taste of Max's roast chicken. The pasta is becoming tastier, thanks to the dried herbs. I still do not have the equipment to make dessert so we had to buy tiramisu from Red Ribbon.

The tiramisu is good but they should have a warning on it. I think they used a bit more alcohol than usual and I doubt it'll be good for the kiddies and the hypersensitive like me. Fortunately, I didn't experience any allergic reactions and my cousin is asthmatic so he wasn't able to eat any not because of the alcohol but due to the chocolate. My brother is another matter, but do I really care what happens to him? = p

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Saw a blog post on public health lectures conducted by UPCM students during their rotations. Ugh... that's one more thing I won't be looking forward to in med school(in UP). I wonder if those are really effective? One of the blog post seem to mention it's capabilities. A study is needed not just only to measure its effectiveness and learn about its real effect on patients but also to learn how to better conduct it.

I'm turning nineteen on Dec 28, that's about 5 days from now. Crap. Last year of being a teenager. I guess once I turn 20 I forfeit the right to make stupid and ignorant posts. I should also be more careful with my grammar. Then again, that is a good thing because I'll learn to be more responsible and be a better writer. And it'll help me gain skills that will really help in grad school and in my professional life. Why do I keep thinking about grad school when I haven't even gained my undergrad diploma yet? Not to mention, I need to attend med school first. Sigh... guess I'm just excited to apply the skills that I am(and will be) learning here in CPH.

Dec 18 - Lantern Parade
The day we've been preparing for the whole semester(We were a bunch of lazy people so we did end up cramming some of the stuff needed for the parade.). We were really excited and hoping that we'd win the first place for our lantern especially after the horrible lost of the previous batch. Actually, my only goal was to place higher than a certain college where most of my uh... friends who love to tease are.

I arrived and saw this weird black thing in front of our college building. Apparently that was supposed to be the stereoscope that will hold the lantern. I'm not the only one who was disappointed; one classmate remarked it looked like a giant faucet. Some even go as far as calling it a huge stapler. It's all right because hand washing is still related to public health.

That wasn't the only disappointment. The ribbon thing and the Filipino child thing I was working on the day before were not included in the final float. Talk about wasted effort, time and materials. The ribbon looked pretty but the child wasn't. We call it Tyanak.

The prejudging was scheduled at noon. We had to deliver our float to the PGH atrium. We cared feared so much for our float's stability that around 10 people accompanied it, me included. The start of the journey was fine but by the time we reached the College of Medicine area, we started becoming crazy.

The reason for the craziness(not the jumping, I couldn't find pics with the real crazy) are the banderitas. Some were really low that our float got stuck(sumabit). Every time this happens we started screaming loudly. Due to the screams and beauty of our lantern, we attracted attention from the med students lounging outside. One of my batchmates heard someone exclaim, "P*ta, ang ganda!"("Shit! That's beautiful.") Hearing that raised my spirit but I tried pushing it down and maintain a neutral not-expecting attitude.

After a longish journey, we finally arrived at PGH. Some confusion ensued and we learned that the prejudging would take place in the atrium and not at the parking lot. So our journey was lengthened a bit. Once we reached the PGH main entrance, we started becoming crazy again as the ceiling seems to low to accomodate our float but our fears were unfounded as the float fit exactly and all the parts survived the journey.

Having done our job, I left with a friend. We went to Robinson's to buy lunch and our gifts for our lucky person then we returned to Lara hall to prepare for the parade.

There was a 1pm call time. All the students from 1st to 4th year, the faculty and staff who will attend should be within Lara hall's vicinity by 1pm. But by 1pm, only our batch(3rd yr) and some sophomores were there. The faculty were having a Christmas party, the senior's and freshies' locations were unknown. Some of us feared that we(the ones there at that time) will be the only people participating in the parade.

Chaos and craziness follow and finally by departure time people started arriving and we breathed more easily.

At the PGH parking lot, merry making began.

The Parade.
I could not possibly use words to describe the parade. Suffice to say, it was full of thrills and extremely satisfying. There was one point when we had to try catching up to the college before us as we were lagging behind. We resorted to pushing the lantern through low banderitas, rough terrain and numerous turns. Some of us even have to run backwards to keep the float on the right track and the lantern hanging on. Too bad I do not have pictures of that(I was supposed to be the picture taker.)

Oh yeah... we WON!
Merriest Crowd...

Best Facade...

and best of all...
Best Lantern!

Note: Images from www.zachriel.multiply.com. I was not the one who captured this images as my camera died on me as the parade was about to start.

I've decided to make a more detailed account of what happened during the last few days instead of being such a lazy ass b*tch who just makes a list. Hopefully, it'll also be more interesting.

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December 14
Last day of classes. I left our house late but I still expected to arrive at UP at around 8:10. Unfortunately, the LRT experienced some technical issues so I ended up arriving at around 8:45. Not bad if my class was 8:30; it isn't. I heard later that our course coordinator said some choice words to the class due to the high number of latecomers. Good thing, he wasn't there any more when I arrived.

The lecture was boring not because the topic was(the immune system is such a fascinating thing) but because we already learned about it last semester in our other courses. Time which should have been spent on taking notes(which I already have thanks to our Microbiology course) was spent on debating whether our teacher is gay. He sounds and acts effeminately but has a weird gold ring on his left ring finger. Then again, some gay men are married.

Afternoon class was very brief. We only had a quiz. I sucked in that quiz. I committed a whole lot of rookie mistakes like not checking if the agar plate used is the correct kind. I didn't fail but I got a grade way below my expectations. So much for the chance to increase by grade in that subject.

Classes end and we go to work on our lantern. We desperately want to win the inter-college annual Lantern making contest. We only had a few more days before the deadline and the lantern still doesn't look like a lantern so we decided to "sleep over" and try to finish it. My classmates who lived nearby planned to sleep over for three nights, I lived further away and have very protective parents so I get to sleep over only for one night and this was the night. But instead of heading straight to the lantern, I had some prior appointments. As it was the last day of classes, my org decided to have our Christmas party on that date. It was fun and the old members came. Our group won the longest vertical line game. I'll try to get a picture of our winning line.

After the party, I returned to the lantern. I put myself on tahong duty. It was a really tedious task, involving lots of wood glue, patience and the skill to find the right piece that would fit. That's me in the blue jacket.



Three hours later and with the help of a few classmates, the arm was ready for the next step. This is my slightly demented at night classmate, Reg.



I was feeling sleepy but I don't want to sleep so I decided to do the next best thing.

No, I wasn't taking a nap under our lantern. I was trimming the excess parchment we've sewn into our lantern.

Anyway, it beats the shit out of the other remaining tasks which involved sticking unwieldy pieces of bamboo, which they are all doing.

And yes, that is a hair dryer.

But it think it was well worth their effort.


By morning, everyone awake was a bit crazy. One classmate cannot stop laughing while I become grumpier and grumpier by the minute(they have to understand, I haven't slept). Some started singing and I barely stop myself from hitting those noisy people. Besides, I was thinking about what to do with another essential part of the lantern.

Yes, it looks like crappy moss with paint on and no, that's not me in the picture.

At around 6am, I left and went home. Saturday was spent sleeping. I did go to SM North Edsa but I think I was still sleeping there. Proof: I bought Smokes and Mirrors in Fully Booked when I could buy the same thing for a lower price in National Bookstore.

December 16
I returned to UP to find out that nobody is left in our workroom. The lantern looks more complete.(Pictures taken on the night of Dec 15, I couldn't find a picture without people in it.)




As I don't know what to do next, I just left. I ate lunch at Jollibee and attempted to steal a fork for our Chris Cringle. I was about to succeed but this lady stood behind me and I couldn't bear to do it so I left the freakin' fork.

I text messaged my classmate and she said that I should do the tahong thing again on the other side of the star. Fine... so I returned and worked on it alone. Alone... alone... Just as I was about to go crazy, a classmate came to help me out. And soon enough, others arrived as well. Night came quickly and I've decided to try asking my parents if I could stay over to work on the lantern. They didn't let me. Oh well, there were only a few things left to do regarding it anyway and we finally decided how to make that crappy green thing above look more acceptable.