Tapos kanina nagkukwentuhan pa ang lahat kung anu-anong fun things ang ginawa nila kagabi nung post-exam night-out habang mag-isa ako sa callroom as ICU duty at patakbo-takbo kung saan-saan pag may nagco-code. Ewan ko ba kung bakit pag duty ko… Read More ›
Month: September 2010
Malungkot ang Mag-Isa. Kunwari.
Ayoko na muna mag-English. Naubos ang English ko dun sa oral exam kahapon at nung isang linggo, pag kinakabahan kasi ako super bilis ko magsalita as if gusto kong magsalita ng eight words all the same time, kaya ang weird… Read More ›
For this week we are going to have… a contest! Just post your suggested captions for this wonderfully insane photo, and the winner gets a free date: with any of the people in this photo of your choice. Or is… Read More ›
And in last night’s dream, I and five other people were going to some secluded, disgusting place to shoot some movie, but unbeknownst to me there was a sudden twist and the twist was that all five of them would… Read More ›
Gang-Raped or Bartolina?
Reading Harrison’s in the callroom with the goal of quoting the blasted book at the slightest provocation has been supplanted in the recent months by less annoying and more enjoyable activities, such as sleeping, watching movies, and licking latak Nutella… Read More ›
Around once every two years I get to summon enough fortitude to haul my ass to the mall for a particular activity I most revile next to getting a haircut: shopping. For things that are actually needed to make me… Read More ›
You Deserve It, Helena
Ever since catching a glimpse of the huge painted poster for the movie Boxing Helena depicting a quadruply amputated woman stashed in a box way back in 1993 in Harrison’s Plaza I have always wondered how Helena could have been… Read More ›
More than once I’ve caught Tits doing all sorts of hand gestures while answering a multiple choice exam. Adrian Monk does this thing with his hands whenever he investigates murder scenes, but Tits’ hand gestures could not be interpreted as… Read More ›
No More Space For Harrison’s
“Hey HIV,” I told HIV as I sensed loneliness slowly spreading to him like a virus. Or a prion. In a way there is guilt, for proliferating this infernal sense of irrational loneliness in the callroom. The thing with loneliness… Read More ›
The Stuff of Indies
I’ve finally decided to sleep and turned off the lights, and what should I discover on the thin lawanit wall in my run-down dorm room but… a very, very tiny spot of light I’ve never noticed in three years. I… Read More ›
Don’t Laugh, Don’t Mega-Phone–Kami Na!!!
… texted Smoketh in the middle of the night. This of course prompted a rapid texting frenzy to our Earth Mother Mrs. Therese–I wanted to tell her how Smoketh’s debut into the scene of romance lends validity to the truism… Read More ›
Flight of Fancy
As the end approaches I am suddenly besieged by the usual questions of where to go next. See, this is why I hate ending things, because there’s really nowhere to go, and this is not just some rant, there really… Read More ›
And So We Welcome Back, Uni-Horned Beef Jerky Alanis Whore
Was about to blog how, when Faciphaga Emasculata had asked me to join her for lunch one day last week at 2pm, all the loneliness I’d been feeling the past few years had been dredged up, exhumed, brought back to… Read More ›