Wednesday, March 29, 2006

[[* first day of finals *]]

NCM - 102!!! pucha! ang hirap.. buti nalang hindi ako masyadong nagaral.. tamang basa at hindi na ako nagaksaya ng panahon aralin ang metabolism, hindi rin naman masyadong lumabas... bwisit na synthroid na yan.. puro interventions na ang lumabas na wala sa notes ko.. ung first 2 parts ang hirap dun talaga nagtatagal ang ga students.. pero sa last part tuloy-tuloy na.. ang sakit sa ulo kasi halo-halo na yung mga topics.. the results for our 162 hours have been released.. hindi naman ako pumila as if naman mauubos yun noh.. daming tao kanina.. tomorrow rle naman.. hindi rin namin alam kung saan kukunin ang sagot.. basta magbasa lang daw.. ng alin?! kaya magbabasa na muna ako.. ngayon ang balik ng cousin yiana ko.. hehe.. WELCOME BACK ATE YIANA!!! happy na naman si jaysun.. hihi.. yikee!!



a hospital story: MURDER MYSTERY AT THE MAKATI MEDICAL CENTER

There was this case in the hospital's intensive care ware where patients always die in the same bed and Sunday mornings at 11 am., regardless of their medical condition. This puzzled the doctors and some even thought that it had something to do with the supernatural or even murder. No one could solve the mystery as to "why deaths happen on sundays at 11 am?"

Mr. Licauco, Fr. Bulatao and the Ateneo paranormal folks were called. They arrived one sunday, armed with special photographic equipment, infrared devices and motion sensitive radar to detect any presence. So on the next sunday morning, a few minutes before 11 am, all the doctors and nurses nervously waited outside the ward to see for themselves what the mysterious phenomenon was all about. Some were holding wooden crosses, strings of garlic, amulets, prayer books and other holy objects to ward off evil spirits.

Just then, the clock struck 11.. and then..

Mang Joe, a part-time sunday janitor, entered the ward, unplugged the life support system and plugged in the vacuum cleaner... =p

FUCK SHIT!!!

[[*. YoUr dReAm GurL .*]] @ 5:31 PM



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Honestly, what will become of me Don't like reality It's way too clear to me But really life is dandy We are what we don't see Miss everything daydreaming Flames to dust Lovers to friends Why do all good things come to an end Come to an end Come to an Why do all good things come to an end Traveling, I only stop at exits Wondering if I'll stay-tay Young and restless Living this way I stress less I want to pull away when the dream dies The pain sets in and I don't cry I only feel gravity and I wonder why Flames to dust Lovers to friends Why do all good things come to an end Come to an end Come to an Why do all good things come to an end And the dogs were whistling a new tune Barking at the new moon Hoping it would come soon So that they could die... And the sun was wondering if it should stay away for a day Til the feeling went away And the sky was falling and the clouds were dropping And the rainfall forgot how to bring salvation The dogs were barking at the new moon Whistling a new tune hoping it would come soon So that they could die