Pantabangan.

Daddy: *knocks* gising ka na. mag exercise tau *knocks*
Melissa: *pretends not to hear
Daddy: *knocks some more.. now more loudly that it can reach the neighbors*
Melissa: POOOOO?!
Daddy: Anak antaba mo naaaaaa.! gising ka na..

In the end.. we end up going to pantabangan, 2 hour ride for my.. anti-fattening program.

ntabang town hall.

meet my uhmm convoy. ahaha.

downhill.. weeee

weeeeeee.

awwww.. he's getting old..lurv u dad. :)

hearts everywhere..

peaaace.! ahaha he's gonna joine ms. earth some time in the future. haha

no rubber shoes. forgot 'em in the dorm. :)

amusing how ice cream vendors reach forests...

there he is.. the ice cream vendor.. haha (not my dad.. he's on his left)

beautiful.

i have an inborn ginormous calves plus biking = manly legs.

ugly scenery + haggard faces + fatness = father-daughter picture of the year

my convoy and my camera man..

i could get used to this anti-fattening program once in a while :)

narsing week..

Nursing week over.. back to reality. Back to duties, to long frakin lectures, to stacks of books, to quizzes eveery single day, and back to my "beloved" seatmate who doesn't fail to irritate me every now and then. >.<
Like they say.. enjoy these while you can. Look whose talking. I bet they've been saying the same things back then. Anyway..

It still pisses me off how I messed up our routine earlier in the dance. It's like the stupidest thing ever. Like kea had said "super effort tau dito". We've been practicing the whole week (starting from last thursday or something)... using almost all the free time we have..missing out other activities in the nursing week.. staying up late at the grandstand.. using all energy to get the routine.. at first tolerating the stares we get at the grandstand from a mass of P.E. people, to other people dancing from other colleges, or those who just happen to pass by (but eventually got used to it).. getting muscle aches in eveeery muscle there is.. which is at its worst during the morning when you're gonna get up and just can't lift yourself up because you feel it's not even moving... nanigas na. I also believe that after every practice, all of us still practice the routine at our home.. at our rooms... during shower.. while brushing our teeth... while watching tv... and the like..

They were doing great in the ballroom. Until... until... the folk-folk (that's fok fok) dance came. *grinds teeth* I can just remember the whole thing. It wasn't their fault. They lacked the time to change clothes. When the music started *tan tan na na na*, I went by the stage.. started dancing.. leaving undressed ate riza behind. Other members from our groups were like cheering us up "go.!". But eventually probably decided to stop upon seeing those unsychronized steps we were doing.. ruining our chance to win. It was finally over. Next challenge.. change from the folk-folk costume to jazz costume and run to the other side of the stage. But before that, I blew off the candle from the pandanngo and pieces of the candle came flying into my face and eyes. And I can still remember the quizzical looks members of the other groups were giving me while running barefoot while carrying my rubber shoes, wearing just chemise and from the folk dance, brushing the pieces of the candle off my face, running from one side of the stage to the other. When I was already at the right side of the stage, I heard the music that I was supposed to dance with already playing. "Puta.!" I wore the shirt for the dance anyway and still went out of stage to join them. And gawd.! I can still see bits of the candle on my eyelids! The worst.

After that.. I went into hiding behind the seats at the upper part of the medicine auditorium together with Cheysel. Wala kaming mukhang ihaharap to the rest of the group especially to Kea who gave the most effort and who was probably the most dissapointed among the group.

Girls' night out.

Late post regarding plain insanity brought about by.. booze. :)
I had nothing else to do. Finally through with finals. It was like.. "Wooo.! XD sem break..!.. Now what.." T.T It was running late and I can't get my lazy butt back home.. as in 5 good frakin' hours of butt sores. And I was ranting about if I should go to Nic's party.. "I have no one to go with..".. "I don't have decent clothes". The dorm mates' solution: Balay. It was supposed to be a fun, friendly girls night out of 3. Well it was.. until ate Astrid began throwing my camera (aaagh.!!)...throwing me soaked tissues with booze... started talking to random people ..the two elderly (ate Astrid and ate Hanah) lying on the roads on the way back home.. running like mad people inside the UST campus.. and stopped running, dumbfounded, staring for a couple of seconds blankly into space upon hearing a long blow from a whistle which turned out to be coming from one of the 2 UST guards, appearing from the darkness on two opposite directions. It was a fight or flight situation. "Wag kau magpapahalata".  Good thing no ID's or reports to 3 different colleges were involved.. except for some flirtations coming from the kindly pervs. Love u guys.! (not to the guards..but to ate Star and ate Hanny)

just 64 shots.

a doctor... a businesswoman.. and a nurse.

forks can be great tools..

Close na sila.. ayeee. hahaha

 

i should've known..

 

Melissa: anu nang mangyayari..! 'tong matatanda na toh.!

okei.. natumba ung signage matapus nila pagdiskitahan

 

now what..

huli.! haha

Ate Star, Ate Hanny: Labas ulit tau.!

Melissa: *panic*

Sem break.. week 1

Riding back home.. I was able to take a few glimpse to some banners on the road..

"Free bone transfer... old bones new home"

The first thing that came to my mind was.. "Is this some kind of bone transplant thingy". Weird. Old bones transfered to ..a new body..? Ugh. It took me some time before looking up. It turned out to be an advertisement from a cemetery.

"Intercollegiate nursing quiz bee" (hanged in front of a hospital)

Cool.. haha. Never heard of such thing before.

• *video flashed on the screen* Facilitator: Is the child experiencing stridor? (IMCI)
• *another video is being flashed* Facilitator: Is the child fast breathing? How many breaths per minute? *contestants then browse their IMCI booklets and post-its* *scan* *scan*
• *pregnant mommies march towards the stage* Facilitator: Determine the position of the fetus. Contestants: *leopolds* *leopolds*

or probably sumthin like that..

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Nothing's happening with my precious semesteral beereak.. except for some visits to some relatives. Thanks to that I get to know more about my mom.

Settings: Night before All Soul's Day hanging around my grandma's bed

1. Alkansya

Lola: Nako. Pagminsan nag aaway sila ng daddy mo.. Kuripot yung isa.. gastadora ung isa (pertaining to my mom)

Melissa: *I can only imagine*

Lola: Eh may alkansya yung daddy mu dati.. Shine-share ng mommy mo na sinusungkit niya yun. Andami niya daw nakukuha. *laughs*

2. Alopecia

Lola: Dati.. bago yung daddy mo... may naging boyfriend yung mommy mo..Willie yung pangalan. Kaya lang ayaw ng lolo mo sa kanya kasi may sakit na nga yung mommy mo.. tapus pati siya may sakit din siya sa utak. Nakakalbo siya.

Melissa: lola ndi po utak...nakakalbo lng ung tao ayaw niu na.

3. School

Lola: Di ba may sakit yung mommy mo sa dugo. Kaya ayun.. itrinasfer ko siya sa Liwag (baryo school) para hindi siya mahirapan.. hindi magpuyat. Tapos nung college sa Araullo kasi bulakbol din dun. Top notcher siya dun.

Melissa: *blank look*

4. Lasinggera

Lola: 12 years old siya nung inatake siya. Parang nangingisay na bilasang isda.

Melissa: nangingisay.. na bilasang isda...? *keeping her laughs.. ansamaaaaa koooo*

Lola: Andaming nasalin na dugo sa kanya. Hindi kasi kami qualified ng lolo mo kasi nag ha-high blood kami pag kinukunan ng dugo. Kaya kumuha kami ng dugo sa ka officemate ng lolo mo atsaka sa mga preso sa kulungan (grand grand father was an official or sumthin). Kaya ayun. Sama-sama yung dugo niya..may dugong kriminal at lasenggero. (the officemate)

Melissa: Thinks to herself "lasinggero..? that explains it. napasa sakin"