1. I just checked out my grade (so far) for this sem. It's friggin' ugly. :(

It's kind of dumb that whenever I check out some of my previous posts, I sometimes have no idea what I'm talking about! Really. I mean, I have to backtrack and everything to estimate what my mood was for that moment that precipitated that kind of writing, and it's not really fun. So from now on, I stick to less ambiguous posts. Yey!

Anyhoo, it's been really slow for me for the past couple of days. I don't wanna touch my Neuro stuff yet, and stupid me did not find the time to hunt for good DVDs so I'm stuck with dl-ing new eps which don't really come in droves. But my steth has at least touched half of my family.

Starbucks is coming to Bacolod. Soon! I wonder how they will fare...?

I terribly miss some people. But some others I can do without. I mean, I've got enough drama in my own being to sustain me a lifetime, I don't want others' too. But that's just me.

Now that it's 15 minutes since my last scrap of food (scrap: a lot), I gotta go munch something before I lose weight! :D

Nothing like good family drama to glam up a birthday dinner. Happy birthday, brother!

Some people's [old] news can still make your jaw drop. I mean, push-overs getting second chances is the stuff for movies.

On another note, one person's glitch, albeit a HUGE one, can just send his ethos to Pluto. And I don't mean the ex-planet.

Because I'm here and you're there and there's this thing in between that's never gonna go away.

I cannot, for the life of me, cannot identify seven things Miley Cyrus is talking about. I mean, which friggin' ones?

I may be very late about this, but knowing that the man in Bambi fills that spot in AFI's list just puts the woot in woot!

Because of my dad's insistence (now I know where I get that), I can now go home at a later flight. Instead of that glorious 5 am trip when everyone is still deep in slumber but I'm jetting away, I get to go home at 9 instead. Bummer. I soooo wanna check in early.

Anyway, it's been a long and hard sem. I can't really explain it, but first sems for me are just really difficult. Maybe it's the separation from the brood for 5 months?

Meh. Now for some R&R.

Add: I do hope I don't have to take any removal exams. I mean, gosh! I won't even be here, haha.

Hawtness just keeps on coming. ♥


It was my first time watching an opera. Granted, it was a rehearsal run of the show itself, but that didn't make it less real.

Let me chronologically plot it. We were to attend a rehearsal for Puccini's La Boheme at the CCP Main Theater. It was supposed to start at 8, but due to inevitable circumstances, we instead saw the tail end of one rehearsal that started at 6. So we were quite late. And quite confused.

We ended up walking into Act 3 of the rehearsal run, stumbling into the dark. Both literally, and figuratively. Yeah, I knew how musicals worked. I knew how they were supposed to look. And sound. But this was something entirely different. Never have I seen an opera being sung before me, live. I had weird expectations of seing the stage as a Boho chic apartment in old Paris, but what I got was something a lot closer to home. The transposition of the carefree life that so many have lived to Modern-Day Manila made the story more relatable and more tangible. I mean, you can never really hang around Metro Manila without seeing the razzle dazzle of the squatters' area, now, could you?

Another thing that fascinated me was the backdrop. Such details being worked into the major scheme of interpretation, that being modernization, all the more made watching the moon and the clouds shift as the story progressed enjoyable.

Of course, something has to be said about the actors themselves. The way they projected their characters- and their voices!- made the delivery of the story so effective, that I nearly teared up during that uber long goodbye scene, even though I did not understand one word of it. Nada.

Coming from a medical background, however, and being late, I had a hard time believing that Mimi could be so... robust. And of seemingly good health! But suspension of disbelief and a spectacular performance won out in the end.

Bottom line: I was blown away. And if it is within my capacity, I'd see it again. But what I got to see was more than enough to satisfy one's curiosity and a desire for cultural amelioration. And walking out the venue, I got the sense that it is, indeed, the greatest love story ever sung.

It's Back! Bigger, Brighter, Bolder. Shi*.

It's nice to throw a b*tch fit on a holiday. No one's there to suffer most of it. But never think that damage control is beneath you.

Today was a very colorful day, and my brain switched off at some parts. Now to get me so Awesome.