11.13.2010

Saturday Morning.

I should be preparing. Ryan and I are going to the mall just to grab some scramble/starbucks/lunch.

I am painstakingly inside twilight zone this morning. Not that I woke up at the wrong side of the bed. I basically slept in it. Last night was the great mood swing. I just went home and decided to just watch The Vampire Diaries. That didnt help.

I wanted to deactivate my facebook this morning. That was drastically emo so I tried changing the privacy settings. Or delete some people that I do not know (Im a cyberwhore. I add who adds me. At least I aint a cybersnob). To take my mind off it, I decided to visit my formspring page. Anwered this:



That didnt help either.

So Ill be watching 30 rock and will be putting Natasha Bedingfield's Pocketful of Sunshine in my phone and make it as my ringtone before hitting the showers.

*sighs*

People are going to disappoint you, I get that, I kind of expect that but, what happens if one day you wake-up and realize you are the disappointment.

People always leave.

11.12.2010

Glee: The Music, The Christmas Album



I am TOO HAPPY.

Grabbing the HARD copy on the 16th. IDC that I have it nao.

11.06.2010

Oh hey Charlie. I think this blog is for you.

Necessary.

Kinikilig ka...

... habang nasa sitwasyon kaming kailangan namin ng konting suporta. Nung nangyari to sa nanay mo, inikot namin ang mundo namin matulungan ka lang, pero wala na yata talagang konting talino ang natira sa kukote mo, dahil ewan ko lang, hindi ko na alam kung anong klaseng pagkamuhi ang nararamdaman ko sayo.

11.05.2010

The World Has Daddy Issues.

Yes. And I do not even know why. 60% of the people I know has it.

I have been quite busy these past few days coz Eboy's mom is in the hospital here in Manila. Well, Finally. Not that I have a prejudice with hospitals in provinces but there is a reason why people from far-off places like Iloilo come to Manila to get a good surgeon, or perhaps an expensive surgical instrument. I think it's where our taxes go. *crossing my fingers*

His father has been so stubborn (and somewhat arrogant) by not bringing his Mom here because his dilemma (and also a lot of people's) was that, Doctors in public hospitals are just "studying" the patients they admit or as I put it in a more ignorant phrasing... "they're not real doctors, they're all interns". I snorted, rolled my eyes like I'm having a seizure and sighed like it's my last breath. I seriously don't want to argue with a person who has this kind of principle with no solid basis at all. Have you seen a school without a teacher? Like... a school that functions in a whole year but with... um... just students? Yeah there you go.

But then again, there they are. Succumbing to the first plan, but with worse lab results. I just hope his mom gets well sooner.

I did some laundry, then went to the grocery, almost burned the kitchen, then went to the hospital to check out wuz happ'nin.

The PGH ER felt like a warzone. :'( As we were looking for a place to park, we all got that eerie hospital vibe, or I say "we", the population of Silent Hill players. Then Ryan, Rae and I waited outside the Emergency Room coz Eboy mentioned that there has no signal inside. I walked and asked where the Observation Unit is, and as I walked the hallway, I passed by a lot of people on IV's, with big oxygen tank, with Betadine-d arms, but I nearly broke my heart passing by Pedia.

The place was so humid and I saw those hospital beds without beddings. There also was a woman who came out of the ambulance with her scalp at the back of her head, sliced like an onion, and a part of her brain fell on the floor when they were transferring her from the stretcher to a bed, along with another woman, handcuffed, and high on shabu (as what they were saying).

Going home, Eboy also mentioned that he overheard the nurses wondering if they have a 13-month pay. That was after I asked, "why isnt the ER airconditioned?". Kahit ER lang. Or kahit sa pedia man lang.

So yeah I live in a third-world country. With E-vats, overrly designed but not-functional lampposts (not to mention the uniformity, or lack thereof) and political campaigns worth Php106M, with discount.

And yes, we can't afford a decent, well-ventilated Emergency Room.