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| | Current Music: | I'm not gonna teach your boyfriend how to dance (Black Kids Cover) - Kate Nash | | Security: | | | Subject: | pouring daydeams into a tiny cup | | Time: | 04:30 am | | Current Mood: |  inebriated |
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When they said medical school passed by like a breeze, they weren't kidding were they? And why does it feel like I still don't know as much as I should? Does anybody else out there feel worthless because you don't know twat about making good investments and what the next 5 years holds for you, but when the topic goes to anything medically-related you just go on and on and on? Why am I even asking these questions?
Anyhoots whatevs. All I'm sure of is that this academic year is officially over and done with whoot!!! Hello, shallow summer dilemmas! And hello my new love affair with tumblr and my moleskine! ♥
I WILL MILK THIS SUMMER OUT. MILK IT 'TILL IT BLEEDS, I TELL YOU. | comments: 10 comments or Leave a comment   |
| | Current Music: | 156 - Mew | | Current Location: | le dorm | | Security: | | | Subject: | E-mails | | Time: | 02:34 am | | Current Mood: |  loved |
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| Looking through my email account's inbox folder for a certain file that was sent to me a few months ago (yuh I suck because I totally forgot about the handy dandy SEARCH option), I stumbled upon amusing e-mails from my friends that made me ROTFLMAOing... and all for a very good reason. I love that despite the convenience of message boards or YM, some of us still revert to the good old email system just because. Here are a few snippets:
"dear kimi (diva),
jomelma and i talked last night regarding our plans for the week. we believe that you are acting up that's why you haven't been able to go out with us. so talk to us when you are not a med student anymore..."
"i know med school's a bitch but you have to plan things out. that's part of the seven habits..."
"psst. here are the pictures of that guy we met at ___. i stalked him online. this is love. i feel it."
"i forgot to tell you na yung interpretation ko of your dream came from this book. so there is a source. it is valid."
"i know he's hot! napa-kegel exercise nga ako eh. involuntary, mind you. BEST EXPERIENCE EVER. :)"
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| | Current Music: | Wallflower - Priscilla Ahn | | Security: | | | Time: | 08:51 pm | | Current Mood: |  calm |
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| | It's been a while. A lot of people have come and gone, supposed milestones have been embedded into what little space in my brain I have for "special memories", vices have been chucked out of the window, bonds with people have been strengthened, epiphanies are no longer part of the big plan, bad habits have been revisited and yet as surreal as the roller coaster has been for the past year, I still find myself able to look at my face in front of the mirror and say, "this is really one of the greatest decisions I've ever made." Albeit the constant barrage of complaints and what seems like my plummet into the hellhole of craziness, believe it or not, I am actually happy. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| | Current Music: | Hummer - Foals | | Current Location: | le dorm | | Security: | | | Subject: | Skins-ing | | Time: | 09:35 pm | | Current Mood: |  random |
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Can I just say that even years before the Skins brouhaha started to become a thing, we were already doing the whole "lying down in the middle of the road while inebriated" act. We are so made of awesome. XD Narf.
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| | Current Music: | Breakable- Ingrid Michaelson | | Security: | | | Subject: | I am alive | | Time: | 02:39 am | | Current Mood: |  contemplative |
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| | I've unconsciously tapped into my sensitive estrogen-driven reservoir. And all it took was a geriatric patient, confined for complications secondary to DM, under NGT. Maybe I'm not so frigid and unemotional after all. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| | Current Music: | Oxford Comma - Vampire Weekend | | Security: | | | Subject: | Optimism. I hasz it. | | Time: | 11:20 pm | | Current Mood: | sentimental |
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| | I cannot for the life of me, put into words how Change has managed to smoothly dock its wonderful sails into my so-called life. However there are distinct moments when I can't help but take a step back and observe at how the obscure parts all fit together to make out this wonderful, wonderful picture. Case in point: a recent purchase of 2 volumes of a certain "bible" that has managed to excite me more than anything else this entire summer. Just this morning, I found myself staring at the front cover while playing out exaggerated scenarios in my head. This is really it. The vicarious thrills and mistakes of yesteryears have been chucked out (not forgotten) of the window to replace what I'd like to interpret as a pivotal point in my existence. Ah, what a sap. Or maybe I'm just happy and I don't know where else to displace the unsuspected rush of endorphins. I love it, that sense of well-being. Where does it all come from? :) | | |
| | Current Music: | Murasaki Blue - The Dorques | | Security: | | | Time: | 09:28 pm | | Current Mood: | randomly amused |
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| | Sahal and Yashmagh scarves are probably the most paradoxical pieces of (trendy) clothing to ever hit this country. I just spent hours waxing philosophical and poetic on said scarves to my friends. Personally, I am a fan of extra cloth power. But come on, it's another thing when you use pieces that have historical imperative. Yes, scarves have imperative...and substance too. So fuck off. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| | Current Music: | Take Me to the Hospital - The Faint | | Security: | | | Time: | 04:35 am | | Current Mood: | amused |
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| I tag: The Hohobags! (That's more than ten of you, so there. SQUEE!)
The rules:
* Each blogger starts with 10 random facts/habits about themselves
* Bloggers that are tagged need to write on their own blog about their 10 things and post these rules
* At the end of your blog, you need to choose 10 people to get tagged and list their names
* Don't forget to leave them a comment telling they're tagged, and to read your blog
So here goes:
1. Nigella Lawson. I honestly can't cook for shit (if heating restaurant left-overs is considered cooking, then I'm the freaking prodigy). But I still manage to make the lamest Lawson impersonation in the planet. Midnight "gourmet" snacks for the win!
2. Dead little duckies. Back when I was a teensy weensy kid, my grandmother used to give me an entire flock of ducklings whenever I was in the animal farm. And every single time I had a new flock of cute little baby duckies, I would put them all inside my plastic pool, get the airtight cover and wait till they all die from drowning. Whattamorbid that Kimi child.
3. Aspirins. I am deathly allergic to it, and I will never ever pop one in meh life.
4. Cough Syrup. Did you know that cough syrups are strangely addictive little pharmaceutical monsters? See, I knew this friend and she had a horrible cold back in college that prompted her to drink orange-flavored syrup. Days after her cold went away, her friends found her still drinking the bottle religiously and they had to literally pry the said bottles out of her hand. Whattanaddict that friend.
5. Highlighters. Med School + Highlighting notes and textbooks = intellectual orgasm.
6. I have this really big fear that I might turn into the Mrs. Carmody (Marcia Gay Harden) type when I grow old - complete with the big ass bag and that fundamentalist need to brainwash just about everyone that she meets. Iz skurry.
7. I love big earrings. BIG ASS PERUVIAN EARRINGS go a loooong way in helping to fight duhpreshun. Srsly.
8. Embarrassing habit #298: walking around the house (bathrobe on), with Pedicab on full blast speakers and me traipsing around the place trying to envision my own version of Guijo. Hahaha. Whattafail.
9. I fail at beer bongs. FAIL, I tell you!!!!
10. Deep inside, I do want to find my sweet babboo. Squee. | | comments: Leave a comment |
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