more than grateful

In all honesty, I am near the brink of breaking down after a month or so's stay at med school. But for now, all that crapola is temporarily thrown out of the window since I got a very, very, very, very delightful consolation yesterafternoon.

Ate Mhel, an upperclassman of mine back in high school, is currently in Tokyo right now. We got to exchange thoughts and the like thru a microblogging site called plurk. Last May, he read my post re: rant for want of Evangelion movie and merchandise. He offered me that he could snoop around the streets of Tokyo in attempts to bag one for moi.

Barely 2 months later, he asked for my address and my heart was leaping inside of me out of sheer ecstacy. Yesterday, I got home with a broken spirit coz of this forsaken prelims. But my tita said a package arrived. My head immediately went "Ding! Ding! Ding!" 2 seconds later, my hands were diving in the box and grab ahold of these babies. Add a complete ecstatic-borderline-maniac smile and you get yourself "the look of a 5 year old on Christmas" on a 21 year old. I promised I'd send him photos once I received them but sleep deprivation took its toll on me. I was so excited to get home today for the picos. Now I just finished a photoshoot with my very lovely collectibles.--as promised to Ate Mhel.

NERV logos which are stands for Shinji and Kaworu

Shinji Ikari


Kaworu Nagisa

Asuka Langley Soryu

(My favorite pilot)

Rei Ayanami
(Hate her but she's Andi's fave)

Pilots

Others may see this as me being childish and all but heck, this is Evangelion. And it is the mecca of animes. Even Jerry Bruckheimer and Stephen Spielberg are presenting themselves to produce the movie version of this masterpiece. I just hope that the 2.0 movie would be available at Quiapo or some sidewalk dvd vendor.

Before I end this post, I just want to extend my deepest gratitude to the person who's behind all this. For if not for his moving thoughtfulness and generosity, I would've resorted to tears.

So....

best breakfast ever

During our first and second years in college, we often indulged in a restaurant slash grill slash smoking room slash drinking place called The Pit beside St. Paul. But the real story behind all those patronage was because of their Oreo Cheesecake. For P55.00, you get to indulge in happiness. And it didn't take long for it to become infamous among Paulinians. However, sometime before junior year, The Pit shut down. We couldn't ponder on the reason why since it being a notorious favorite among the students is enough reason for them to stay there (posssibly forever). A year later, I saw The Pit established at the seaside at Mall of Asia. However, I didn't have the willpower to go in and treat myself to the infamous cheesecake.

Almost 3 years after my last taste of it, my post-grad friend Ezra told me that her friend dropped off one Oreo Cheesecake at her place. In an instantaneous manner, my mouth watered. I could almost imagine the taste of it. But heck, it's one of those bittersweet memories.

2 days later, she happily showed up in our classroom with a tupperware and teaspoon in hand. My heart fluttered. OMG. A few minutes later, I was taking all the details in my head, soaking up the texture and the familiarity of its taste. She offered me some chips but I wanted the cheesecake to linger in my tastebuds. And that was it. I was pretty much happy the entire day.

So thank you Ezra! You certainly made my day.

Nothing not worth it is not worth waiting for.

I remember thinking that girls on shows like ANTM (America's Next Top Model) are so lame when they say "I want this so bad blah blah blah" on cam and yet somewhere along the show, they were sent home. Apply empathy and I am those girls. I've been wanting to donn on that white coat since I was a kid. So even though that the first 3 weeks has already deprived me of sleep, eat, and socialization, I am willing to suck it all up in order to realize that dream.

Everyday, I beseech God that He help me with this. And just like my prayers during undergrad, I pray again:

"Lord, if this is not in Your plans for me, then let me not have it
and reveal the path that You would want me to take."

today

is the day when the rest of my life begins.

There had been several activities that the Med Student Council arranged for us freshies. Some were icebreakers, and some were pretty reflective. And suddenly I found myself among the sea of 400+ strangers and non-strangers, who all have one thing in common: the dream to hopefully become a MD someday.

Though part of me says that many of those in the same population are probably still at lost, perhaps pondering on the very reason why they plunged themselves into this living hell. Or like me, are taking this rare opportunity to give their career lives a chance to take the next step in hopes to fulfill some unexplainable internal desire.

I am unsure of what lies before me for the next 5 years. God help me that I make it through. I know I'm a no brainer-arrogant to get myself into some serious post grad course. But by His Grace, I am fueled to go on.

PS
I wish to look back on this post perhaps half a decade from now.

shameless plugs

Andy's:
plurk + deviantART + blogger

Madz's:
blogger

Marj's:
deviantART + blogger

monsooned june

If rain was a bit more tangible then I would run out of the house clad in nothing but wrinkled PJs, spread my arms apart, gaze through the heavens and say aloud: "Welcome home!" But since that would only make others think a fool of me and increase my chances of getting sick, I've resorted to habitual gestures of brief early morning peeks through the window so as to witness the sight of grey skies, toppled with gentle musings of rain drops. Afterwards, I fall back to sleep with a little wry smile.

Simply put: rain is happiness.

It's enough reason to ditch the ac, don on a sweater, make a warm cup of coffee or choco, and just be.

This is existence. Simple, raw and naked existence.

the things a scandal can do

such as:

turning the morning shift staff, even a handful of patients, into instant spectators upon hitting play on some mainstream scandal issue.

proof you ask?

evangelion movie 2.0

I dunno if they're gonna show this on Philippine Cinemas this June but I hope they would. If they won't, then I hope some kindred soul would post a vid of it on the world wide web.

i badly WANT

Eventhough I hate Japanese Cafe Chain UCC coffee for:
1. Being so bloody expensive,
2. Quite frankly, I don't like how their coffee tastes.

However, UCC Coffee is re-releasing their Limited Edition Neon Genesis Evangelion Milk and Coffee in cans in line with the release of Evangelion Movie 2.0 [due June 27 this year]. I am already ranting inside of me for I want BOTH the coffee cans AND the movie. Take a look at these eye-candies. Sadly though, these will only be available from May 18-July 31, 2009.


I am unsure whether these would be available to the Philippine Market since they are often sold at vending machines in Japan. They also sell these babies at e-bay for roughly $10 a can. Talk about profit! But gawd, I really want one.--scratch that, make that ALL of them.

Since Japan is such an advanced country in terms of Techno-Gizmo, the cans come with a bar code that can be scanned with your mobile phone. [Eff! I really want to go there someday.] If you're lucky, you get to win an Asuka figure doll.




This was one of the Ad Campaigns that UCC did back in 2007. >>>





I hate how my compulsions leave me restless and agitated.
And if by some miracle I do end up owning one, they'll be surely on top of my desk, happily standing beside the rare Starbucks Vanilla Frappuccino Bottle that Jona gave me back in college.


Badly wanting the Shinji and Asuka cans.

shocker

I hate how time is often a traitor.

A few months ago, Vicapot texted me that she would want to meet up before she leaves the country. Without any hesitation, I gave her my yes.

Earlier tonight, I learned that she is bound to leave for L.A. tomorrow at 10 PM. Whoa. Afterwards, she would be staying in Seattle. Someone needs to invent a time machine. Srsly.

Vicapot asked me to do her a favor which I cannot resist. Though I truly lack some serious creativity, I couldn't turn her down since this is the least I can do for her before her presence leaves this forsaken land.

Armed with CS3 and bits of inspiration, I ended up with this. It's not much, but I guarantee you that it's made with fervent dedication.


To Vicapot, I shall miss you dearly.

i wish there'd be more of this

There was a time when I said that I rather have a few good friends than have a bazillion friends. And now, I say that again with more conviction for I indeed have a few GREAT friends.

Tonight's dinner wouldn't be possible if not for the willful and determined mind of Moja who stuck with her text vigils to Madz in order to get her out of her hiding place. Lo and behold for Madz did show up; thus I bow unto Moja for her effective tactics which I might replicate come next get together. Too bad Eskimo Baby didn't get to attend. But am hopeful that there will be a next time when everyone would be there.

Anyhow, Moja and Mon went ahead to save us a table at Congo Grille and pre-ordered our meals for us. Madz arrived around 5 minutes before I did [curse the stoooopid traffic]. When I got there, it was like all inhibitions lost. For when I am with people I love and trust, I can just let myself go and worry not of what goes around or how I should act accordingly. We multitasked by chitchatting and spooning stuffs into our mouths at the same time. Madz kept piling sisig on my plate which I had to moticulously separate the onions. I didn't get to finish my rice coz the chicken fingers was filling up on me. Afterwards, Mon was designated as the photographer, allowing ourselves to indulge in camwhoring.
We were saving the dessert part for later while we went around Landmark so I could show Moja em booties. She loffed them. Unfortunately, no more sizes. WTF. In grief, we headed to the cinemas to see Angels and Demons. But gawd, Sold Out Tickets for 3 Cinemas! Tsk. Tsk. Am giving a mental applause to Dan Brown already. Anyway, the cookie store near Anson's was already closed when we got there. Another tsk tsk. We were suppose to stick around further but every store was closing down and Madz had to fetch her folks who were arriving from Lucena. I did a last few shots with Moja before I bid the Monalisa couple goodbye.

Till the next blogspam!

Special thanks to: Monalisa [ = Mon + Melissa]
Especially Moja for smuggling this for moi: I <3.

shameless plug

I promised Andi I'll be promoting her da. I posted it up in moi multiply however, I just realized that I haven't plugged it in here yet.

Here is a sample of Andi's work:

(Click on photo to be directed to her da)

She recently experimented with watercolors and has concocted her own methods of shading. Her current dream is to own a tablet pc so she can venture into digital art. So if you're filthy wealthy and have a knack of helping others, then please do give her a tablet pc.

overjoyed

Shameless confession but come on, I am entitled to wallow in tangible happiness right now.
I still get bits of flutter with the realization that my booties are stashed underneath my bed. But the thing is, I have not a single frame of it on me.-or me in it. For hormonal reasons, my bipolar state sometimes hit the creativity nerve in me; which makes me dive through my closet (which i painstakingly arranged and rearranged over the last weeks) and put together some pieces that I thought would go well with the current object that would equal as a teddy bear to some kid.

I grabbed Greg, setup the tripod, and struggled with autofocus and the lack of burst shots on a self timer setting. And add the absence of a plain white wall as a background as another difficulty. Several hours later, I've fed my id and drained myself of the remaining energy there is. And this is the one of the many outcomes:


Note to self:
Work on your photography and PPE.-what for is dps if you're not gonna apply it?

today i had

saikoro and rice @ pepper steak trinoma. though in my opinion, the beef needs more marinating. the rice reminds me of bagel days in college.


for dessert, new york cheesecake which somehow tastes like sour cheese. made me miss oreo cheesecake from the pit which used to be along pedro gil. now they're at the seaside at moa.

for it's worth the wait

after months and months(5 months to be exact) of waiting, supressing and self control, me and andy finally bought ourselves our much wanted booties. we were window shopping at trinoma after our uerm interview when our impulses kicked in and prevailed over material procastination. they were several balloons all over landmark with words: 'mother's day sale - until may 17.' we knew exactly where to go. upon first glance, we thought the 729 tag on the boot indicated its new price. which is a huge bargain considering it's original price is 1,700. but it turns out, it was the stock number. but id prevailed over super ego which is why we ended up purchasing it despite our penniless state. i had mine in black velvet. andz originally wanted the brown leather which resembles a maison martin margiela. but since they had no size, she ended up buying the brown velvet which is surprisingly comfortable. they're lovely and they make me happy. and andz is happy too.

i didn't get to take a self portrait since i didn't have greg with me. here's a photo of andz though. crappy phone cam.

and oh, magic cards are magical!

blob. blob. blob.

am running out of names to baptize the new fishies.
the lobsters turned into cannibals. they killed, disemboweled and ate 3 little fishies today. their actions made us separate them from the aquatic club and they are now demoted to a yellow laundry basin. we are yet to decide where to contain them as their life sentence. should they live up to be big lobsters then they would suit as dinner for the seafood loving people.