I’m alone. My roommate went home and isn’t coming back until tomorrow morning. While I was surfing the web, something flew over my head and landed on the garbage bin near me. My instinct of course was to spray some insect killer but there was no movement – nothing! The mystery flying thing is gone and it’s getting me all paranoid. Every unfamiliar sound that I hear inside the room that doesn’t come from the television makes me look over every now and then. I can’t help it. After that night when a total of nine – NINE! – flying roaches attacked Mela and I all evening, I’ve somehow developed an extra sense for detecting flying cockroaches. I wish Mela’s here so she could warn me of roaches behind me before they land on my head. Oh horrors. This is a lot worse than Hotel626.
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The reason why I put up ladolcevita was because I wasn’t really ready to give up the kind of blogging I had been used to in the many years I’ve kept my presence online. I don’t dare put up links to my old blogs because I deemed they’re way too emotion-filled to be shared to not-so-strangers I’ve met online. I read horoscopes but I don’t necessarily believe in them. How can I do so when my sign tells me that I’m supposedly detached with my emotions? For sure, my blogs and my diaries can belie that claim.
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After much ado, we finally managed to remember the exact date of our first date. Much to our dismay, it wasn’t October 28 (as I first said in my “First Kiss” entry) nor was it October 25 as we knew all along. Instead, it was on the 24th of October! Too bad we missed it altogether.
Anyway, there’s still the first anniversary that’s more important to celebrate. Think we’ll cross that 1 year mark? Hope so.
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My room has just been repainted. From a sad lavender, it now looks like a kindergarten classroom with pink, blue, lavender and yellow against an off white background. My glow-in-the-dark stars are now “shining” over my bed. It reminds me of the Nativity really. Although my room is a far cry from the upscale designs of las vegas suites, I cherish my room simply because it’s mine and I feel all comfy plopping down on my bed which is just a few inches off the floor. Speaking of which, I’m gonna get my butt again out of the house tomorrow. Argh. I hate school.
I’ve already forgotten how it feels like to stroll nonchalantly in a mall. In fact, I can’t even recall when was the last time I entered a mall without papers to think and readings waiting to be finished. This afternoon, I tried to relive those carefree days once more. Actually, I did have an agenda but besides paying our apartment’s phone bill, the day was actually stress-free and the afternoon’s long enough to be spent bumming at home so I decided going to the nearby mall is the best way to kill the time. As if it wasn’t much of a temptation, I uncovered an unused gift cheque my mom gave me more than a couple of weeks ago hidden in all those stacks of paper. I used to be a real shopaholic. Armed with my mother’s credit card, I used to buy things that I wanted (but don’t really need) the moment I lay my eyes on them and find them cute. I’ve since changed when one morning I accidentally peeked into a billing statement and got guilty of how much money I’ve been spending on unwanted stuff. That’s when I started budgeting and planning how I spend my money - or rather my mother’s. I still go on binge shopping though, especially when I’m mad or down in the dumps but I’ve been more careful about things that I buy. Never did I imagine though that all those cutting costs I’ve been doing in the last year would make me a thrift shopper ‘coz I found myself actually spending more than an hour thinking of what to buy with the gift cheque I had in hand. If it was a year ago, I’d walk happily away with a new pair of bikinis especially since we’re going on a swimming trip on Sunday but right after I spotted a good pair, I started to think twice and asked myself if I really badly needed a new one. It’s not as if the place we’re going to is a beach where people would care less of what you’re wearing but a pool, and a public one at that could have eyes that are more judgemental and harsher regardless whether you were the one in the proper attire or not. To cut the story short, I didn’t buy the bikini and opted for make up and a cover-alls instead. I know, they don’t exactly sound like i need them badly but at least they’re a little towards the positive end of the “usefulness” spectrum than an overpriced swimwear. So once again, my mind won over my heart. I went home so happy and contented that I even made an entry proclaiming to the world my victory over another needless spending…
My roommate and I have this rather embarrassing ritual every night. In the midst of the flurry of finishing patient papers, reading required book chapters and reviewing for exams, we make sure that a good 45 minutes of nighttime is spent watching this local tv drama being shown on air. The fast-paced storyline, infamous quotable quotes and the high fashion wardrobes of Scarlett and Katherine which can rival those by the likes of Oscar de la Renta have definitely kept us glued to our seats. But after finishing another episode today, the lingering distaste to watch the series further has become more pronounced so to speak. Inasmuch as I still like the fact that the fast-pace of the story makes every episode unexpected, this whole drama of I’m-on-top-now-later-I’m-at-the-bottom-again has been played over and over again that soon, you’ll just realize how stupid things have been happening lately for our poor heroine. I am not exactly a fan of martyr heroines, but sometimes I wonder when this revenge-or-shit wheel would finally stop turning and set things the way they’re supposed to be for the longer time being. I know dramas are supposed to be this way to live up to their genre, but then, can you really be that unfortunate in the first place? It’s pitiful how us, televiewers, are being taken for a ride. Seems like our intelligence is being put to test as well.
Mark your calendars (or probably not!): October 11 was the very first time Bee brought home a girlfriend for his parents to meet, and, the very first time I was introduced as someone’s girlfriend. I know how it sounds weird coming from someone whose present relationship is not exactly the first; but I’ve also never imagined how meeting the parents for the first time can really be so nerve-wracking. It was a lot easier the first time since my ex’ parents knew me even before we got together so there was but little adjustments to be made on my part. This time around, there were butterflies all over my stomach and my throat was running dry no matter how much I spoke. They were really nice and very accommodating though, and I must say the experience was great overall despite the jitters on my part.
My friends and I have agreed how planned excursions never really get through the planning stage. The unexpected Meet-the-Parents-Part-II was another proof to that. It all started with a suggestion for him to bring home some flowers for his mom’s birthday; then, the flowers were dissed and the next thing we know, we were arguing over what cake to bring. I don’t really want to generalize but guys really have the tendency to lack taste when it comes to gift-giving. He wanted to bring home Brazo de Mercedes while I argued we get her some more special cake instead. So if you happened to see us with the box of cake from Conti’s, you’d know who won the argument.
Needless to say, the (muy delicioso) Mango Bravo cake, didn’t let me down. Perhaps next time, a candlelit dinner would make her mom feel even more special. Votive candle holders anyone?
We’re down to the last stretch of exams before we officially bid goodbye to the first semester. I can’t wait!!! I looked forward to the first semester with much delight because this would be - theoretically - my last year of having classroom lectures before the “baptism of fire”. But it turns out, and as my friends from the upper batch warned me beforehand, the final year spent in the classrooms was not (and never will be) grandiose. The last four months went by like a breeze. It’s feels like June started only yesterday but before I know it, here I am just a few days short from officially closing the first semester.
If there’s anything to feel at the moment, it’s perhaps this very surreal feeling of nostalgia as I look back to the days when I was just starting out… It’s only been two years and a half but a lot has changed from Day 1. From around 94 doe-eyed doctor-wannabes, we’re down to 53 and that’s inclusive of some people from the higher batch who didn’t quite make it with their peers. A few nights ago, I browsed through my videos at youtube and chanced upon one of the videos I made for school.
What made me really sad about this was the fact that only 6 of those featured in that video have remained to be my classmates. Some transferred schools, others have decided med school wasn’t for them while a few had backlogs. Back when we made that video, we were all hoping that we’d bump into each other in the hospital as we do rounds in our fourth and fifth years, sadly though I guess the streets are the only place we’d hopefully bump into each other.
It’s another cold night. I need a hug, but all I have is this electric blanket. =(
