Mic Test... Ahem, ahem....

I was not buried underground or something. I just do not feel like writing a blog post for several months. I may not be able to go back to that blogging phase that I had a few months ago, but I will still continue to blog. Posts may just be spaced way too far apart. :)

***I had been in a poverty stage. I had jobs that did not work out and I eventually did not receive my hard earned money (boo you my dearest employers). I had worked for almost two months and received nothingggggg at all. My online bosses ignored and eventually blocked me in Skype. Can you imagine their sympathy to the poor???!!

***I had trusted people too much. Confided  and received betrayal. I cringe whenever I think about being a cold-hearted bitch just so I won't hurt in the end. Will that work??

***In the sunny part of my life***

***I have a new job now and I really like my new work place. 

***I just finished my IV therapy training a month ago and will be receiving my license soon! The training made me feel that nursing is really the job for me and I just can't wait to work in the hospital.

That's all for now. Mishto!!!

Words. The Real Words.

For the past few days, I have been an article writer for some websites. Which means I have to write about topics that do not really interest me. Some of them I have only heard for the first time in my 21 years. I am now a robot copying texts from the internet, pasting them into Microsoft word and analyzing boring details out of those boring paragraphs and writing boring articles that 90% of the time, I still can't understand. Oh well.....

So thank you so much Kate. Your blog saved me. I was reunited with literature. The authentic kind of writing. I need to be exposed to these things. Often. I now write horribly. Sorry. The texts below were compiled by my friend Kate and were originally posted in her blog Marginalia. Here they are:

She was twenty, for God's sake. She must be allowed to grow up. 

By the time they were her age, most of the heroines of literature had lived, 

loved and even died...

if she wanted to be a heroine, it was time to start behaving like one. 

- Robyn Sisman

I'M A HEROINE

"I fell in love with her courage, her sincerity, and her flaming self respect. 

And it's these things I'd believe in, 

even if the whole world indulged in wild suspicions that she wasn't all she should be. 

I love her and it is the beginning of everything."

- F. Scott Fitzgerald

THE WOMAN THAT I SHOULD BE

"I’m the girl who is lost in space, the girl who is disappearing always, forever fading away and receding farther and farther into the background. 

Just like the Cheshire cat, someday I will suddenly leave, 

but the artificial warmth of my smile, that phony, clownish curve, the kind you see on miserably sad people and villains in Disney movies, 

will remain behind as an ironic remnant. 

I am the girl you see in the photograph from some party someplace or some picnic in the park, the one who is in fact soon to be gone. 

When you look at the picture again, I want to assure you, I will no longer be there.

I will be erased from history, like a traitor in the Soviet Union. 

Because with every day that goes by, I feel myself becoming more and more invisible." 

- written by Elizabeth Wurtzel

A THOUSAND ACHES

There you go fellows. Mishto! ^_^

My Owly Adventure

Every single day during my elementary years, I would never fail to vacate my chair that was graciously located at the back of the classroom. 

I would creep forward while my teacher was having her class because with “unknown” reasons, I cannot comprehend what she was writing on the board.

Every afternoon, I would expertly squat two feet away from our television set because I simply cannot see “clearly” what Tom and Jerry were doing.

In Grade 6, I kind of got sick of the everyday routine of always plunging myself in front of “everything” just because they were not “clear” enough.

So I told my mother dear. 

After a visit to the clinic, I received my first ever eyeglasses prescription. Then two days after, I found myself wearing some stinky pair of plain-black spectacles.

 I felt like a grandmamma at 12.

Nine years after, I had own approximately five pairs of eyeglasses. I am into the affordable kind which sometimes does not offer the needed good quality for a long term use. The inexpensive ones would either easily lose their color or snap during the most unusual circumstances. And yes, they are more often than not, boring in design.

Cheap glasses that will give you the confidence that you need are a little hard to find nowadays. People would usually invest to expensive brands because “the good ones” can’t be great. Glasses should never become a burden to people like me! I mean, common guys, we are already destined for a life time blurry life escapade (unless you choose LASIK which I think is pretty scaryyyy) that we deserve better!

In USA, I am quite aware that everything is almost 50-100 percent more expensive compared to products found in my area. However, in GlassesUSA.com, the prices they offered are honestly reasonable basing on the prices I have seen from other brands. You can never go wrong with their designs as well!

And they have this really cool thing they call Virtual Mirror where you can perceive how you will look like in their specific glasses. Try it! I had fun with it too.

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Let's Write My Name in a Different Way

Yep! Starting Thursday of last week, I am no longer your ordinary little miss sunshine.... Because I just passed the nursing licensure examination of my dear homeland and that makes me a registered nurse, baby.

Yep again. I can now freely inject tomato juice into anyone I like. (okay, and that's not even logically possible, much more ethically allowed)

For a little recap of that fateful day, let's begin in Dunkin Donuts where my beloved friend Zenaia and I were eating chocobutternuts while casually browsing some random tweets in twitterworld. Then, the phone rang, (insert The Grudge movie theme song here), Zenaia looked me in the eye and my insides went crazy, my muscles were at their weakest state that I just have to drop my extremely loved doughnut on the table--- the results are out. 

Seconds later,we were rushing to the nearest internet cafe because the results were being released online. 

156 took the exam from our school, 155 successfully passed it. One didn't make it. (maybe one of the worst things that happened to our batch) Without the list of passers in our hands, everybody's being so pessimistic thinking that the unlucky one is them. And that included me. It was the worst 30 minutes of my life. I waited like I was in my deathbed. 

The agony worsened with the fact that my last name starts with "V"  and I was sinking in my chair waiting for the alphabetical results. I was dying while wildly uttering profanities in public. I can not breath properly.

Then, I saw my name, there plastered in the 12inch monitor of the public PC. 

So it went, everything was freaking worth it!

Stay mishto (awesome)!!!!!!!!

Soulmates Part 1

AWOL for a month. Sorry. 

But my life was really great for the past 4 weeks ~o~

Those were the weeks when I realized that soulmates exist.

And you don't have to marry soulmates. 

I have thought then that my life was planned. I was destined to meet people. 

We all are.

Relationships maybe shallow. 

Relationships maybe short.

 But they were there.

In one way or another, 

they have changed something.

I am in an uncanny way,

 greatful that my mom lose her job two years ago.

I have to look for a job then.

 I wasn't that happy  juggling nursing school and english tutorial every single day. 

My grades suffered so as my health. But I wouldn't change a thing.

I met wonderful people during those troubling times, people from work and people that I called students but weirdly became my "virtual" bestfriends.

For Judy: The older sister I wish I had. We've only seen each other through Skype but it felt like I have known you forrrr ever. Our thoughts are so similar.

Our feelings about things are cloned. 

When I'm talking to you, I seriously consider the idea that you are a part of my past life,

 given reincarnation exists.

For Kim So Yeon: The little sister. Without even a video, I still feel the comfort and compassion that's absolutely not found in an ordinary "tutor-student" relationship.  

I see myself in you, during my teen years, 

only you are much sweeter, stronger and braver.

For Daniel: I would still be firm in saying, you're the most polite 

and sensitive person I have ever met. 

Koreans, Filipinos, Americans, etc. combined. 

Thank you for teaching as manners when we're supposed to do it for you. 

For Jim: The carefree attitude is in you. The carefree attitude that 18 year old boys should freely have. It's annoying at times, but it's often lovable. And before I forget, your eyes are the best :)

To be continued... ~o~

I'm Gonna Teach You Magic

Let's talk about a humane experience that changed our society. 

Reading.

The best thing about it is you absorb the knowledge, the opinions and in some selected, yet wonderful moments, you feel the pains and joys of the writer. 

Every now and then, their writings pop in your brain just like a last (song) "book" syndrome. 

You think about them as often as you should have.

 Then eventually, they become a part of your life. 

You live with those ideals that were originally just printed words on second hand books.

 They  become a part of you.

via

Reading is uniquely different from any other "hobbies". Reading is never passive. 

The act itself will require lazy human beings to at least do one single important activity: 

use their brains.

Reading gives you the time in the world to build your dreams,

 work with the power of your imagination, 

discover worlds unkown to you, 

realize your inner desires and learn your apprehensions. 

It practically can, and often does, 

change a person. 

That's magic.

Then one day, you have to share that knowledge to others. 

You tell stories of words that turned into adventures.

 And you tell adventures that turned into memories.

I can't imagine my life, and even yours,  without strings of words.

 I don't know if a human being can turn into a sensible creature 
without the magic of words on print. 
I don't know if civilization would even realize 
how to show great pleasure over a glass of coke 
without highfalutin words to describe the experience. 

Coke, yes, I'm talking about the thirst quenching ability the coke can give a dried up throat in one single sip. 

See? 

Those are words.

 Again, very magical.

Currently Reading: Anne Frank: The Diary of a Young Girl. 

(I won't hide the fact that it pains me how humans can be so inhumane. Hitler, whatever came into you, is beyond my capacity to understand.)

The Jungle Game

Tada! My blog posts recently are perfectly spaced. 

I've been writing them with at least a week gap! And they're not as light-hearted as before.

 I've done some really serious talking these past few days.  

They're not actually "talking" because they are more of 

"help-me-please-things-are-a-little-out-of-hand-over-here".

 Oh, the things that dance in my head are sometimes too overwhelming. 

My friends even noticed what a jungle my neurons are. 

Yesterday I asked a friend this:

1. Do you believe in God?

Then I googled everything. 

And I even did some fast research about Buddhism. 

By the way, any of you here who practice Buddhism? 

As of this time, I kinda want to hear more about it.

Then today, I skyped him this:

2. Do you know any good recipes that you can cook with boiling water?

Then I googled everything about it, again. 

(It really helps that I have a job that offers me unlimited access to Mr. Google, 

I love my job way too much because of that) 

I really got hooked with some cool soup recipes in foodnetwork. 

Anyhow, maybe you know some good recipes? 

I would really appreciate it! ;)

Note: I only accept recipes using boiling water, no frying or using of oven, because I can only hide a heater inside my room without my land lady realizing I've been using too much electricity than I'm allowed. :D

Note 2: And please, don't suggest noodles and boiled egg as recipes.

 I've been eating too much sodium and cholesterol for the past 2 years. :|