Wednesday, December 29, 2010
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
SHITTY CAFE
So, things have changed. Even in internet cafes. There's some nothin-to-do guy tinkering with what I'm doing here and closing all my browsers and stuff. I dunno what the motive is but it seems like he's doing a prank or something.
I'm never going to this place again after this.
What he does is remote controlling my computer and just moving my mouse to do malicious stuff and close all my running programs and everything. Even task manager. Even firefox. Even my mp3raid downloads.
What's this guy's mission? If he's the cafe owner or moderator or something, he could have just told me that I'm not allowed to download stuff for security reasons. Either way, the most polite thing to do is to tell me to stop personally.
But hey, people just flaunt their primeval, uncivilized brains by doing things such as closing your programs and everything. I know he's probably snickering right now, tere on his cubicle and I know he could perfectly read everything that I have typed in here so, I'm just going to tell you that:
Dude. You suck.
I'm never going to this place again after this.
What he does is remote controlling my computer and just moving my mouse to do malicious stuff and close all my running programs and everything. Even task manager. Even firefox. Even my mp3raid downloads.
What's this guy's mission? If he's the cafe owner or moderator or something, he could have just told me that I'm not allowed to download stuff for security reasons. Either way, the most polite thing to do is to tell me to stop personally.
But hey, people just flaunt their primeval, uncivilized brains by doing things such as closing your programs and everything. I know he's probably snickering right now, tere on his cubicle and I know he could perfectly read everything that I have typed in here so, I'm just going to tell you that:
Dude. You suck.
Thursday, December 16, 2010
10 TRAITS OF A REAL MAN
1. A Real Man Is Strong
2. A Real Man Is Focused
3. A Real Man Knows The Importance Of Family
4. A Real Man Doesn't Gossip
5. A Real Man's Word Is His Bond
6. A Real Man Strives To Be A Role Model
7. A Real Man Makes His Own Fortune
8. A Real Man Doesn't Look Like A Woman
9. A Real Man Keeps His House In Order
10. A Real Man Can Defend Himself
New mantras.
2. A Real Man Is Focused
3. A Real Man Knows The Importance Of Family
4. A Real Man Doesn't Gossip
5. A Real Man's Word Is His Bond
6. A Real Man Strives To Be A Role Model
7. A Real Man Makes His Own Fortune
8. A Real Man Doesn't Look Like A Woman
9. A Real Man Keeps His House In Order
10. A Real Man Can Defend Himself
New mantras.
Saturday, December 11, 2010
GREY'S ANATOMY
I've always avoided watching drama shows on TV. First thing is, I don't like it when I watch something that I haven't viewed from the start. It just leaves me clueless of all the chronological stuff that's happening. Second, I hate drama. Yeah, I know that's shallow but I'm depressed enough to not watch and still be sad anyway. Third, I liked cartoons better than anything on TV.
I grew up now.

So, since I do't have cable TV back here in Negros, I buy DVD's. I bought Grey's Anatomy because I thought I should watch more doctor stuff because I want to be one. I'm only more than halfway on Season 1 and I'm already hooked. I mean, what they're doing as interns will more likely be the same thing that I'll be doing on...6 years from now (Whew).
I dunno, I just have that rush when they cure a patient of their ailments. Like that quivering guy with Parkinson's disease. They dug probes into his brain, also known as Deep Brain Surgery, and had him stop from his otherwise infinite convulsions. And that woman with a gigantic tumor, or that girl with rotting brain tissue.
I dunno. Watching those stuff makes me want to go out there too and save lives.
That's going to be a hard road, I know. And it seems stupid watching a show, get inspired by it and start doing the same stuff that they do. I mean, it's only television. Real doctors cruise along a much bumpier way. And I thought my shaky hands are major problems.
But with the apparent sensational stuff they do on TV, well, real doctors may, in truth, be actually passing on a smoother road. Maybe they just do overly dramatic stuff on TV to attract viewers. *groan* I dunno, maybe I'll get to tackle that head on when I get to the "hellish" years of Med School. But first, I have to pass Biology.
I want to be a doctor. If I will not be a doctor, I cannot imagine myself doing anything else. I may want to do lots of stuff but before that, I want to be swear with Hippocratic Oath.
And be more than just a guy in a white lab coat with a stethoscope on his neck.
I grew up now.

So, since I do't have cable TV back here in Negros, I buy DVD's. I bought Grey's Anatomy because I thought I should watch more doctor stuff because I want to be one. I'm only more than halfway on Season 1 and I'm already hooked. I mean, what they're doing as interns will more likely be the same thing that I'll be doing on...6 years from now (Whew).
I dunno, I just have that rush when they cure a patient of their ailments. Like that quivering guy with Parkinson's disease. They dug probes into his brain, also known as Deep Brain Surgery, and had him stop from his otherwise infinite convulsions. And that woman with a gigantic tumor, or that girl with rotting brain tissue.
I dunno. Watching those stuff makes me want to go out there too and save lives.
That's going to be a hard road, I know. And it seems stupid watching a show, get inspired by it and start doing the same stuff that they do. I mean, it's only television. Real doctors cruise along a much bumpier way. And I thought my shaky hands are major problems.
But with the apparent sensational stuff they do on TV, well, real doctors may, in truth, be actually passing on a smoother road. Maybe they just do overly dramatic stuff on TV to attract viewers. *groan* I dunno, maybe I'll get to tackle that head on when I get to the "hellish" years of Med School. But first, I have to pass Biology.
I want to be a doctor. If I will not be a doctor, I cannot imagine myself doing anything else. I may want to do lots of stuff but before that, I want to be swear with Hippocratic Oath.
And be more than just a guy in a white lab coat with a stethoscope on his neck.
Friday, December 10, 2010
FRANCE
I dunno when this fascination began. In truth, I haven't really read many things about France. Well, maybe "The Hunchback in the Notre Dame" but that book showed the dark side of France. Maybe it's in the movies. I liked "Mr. Bean's Holiday" solely because of the location.
France, IMO is the land of romance. Street painters. Cobbled streets. Idyllic countryside. Freshly-baked croissants. The calming sound of the accordion. The thick accents. The Eiffel tower. Notre Dame. French Bread. The Louvre. Golden plains. Outdoor cafes. "Jet'aime". Champs-de-Elysses. Women in Haute Couture. French Vanilla. Charles Perrault. Arc de Triomphe. Moulin Rouge. The Castle of Versailles. High end boutiques. Mona Lisa. Quaint Villages. Chateaus. Quicche Lorraine. Nude Beaches. Foie Gras. Tour de France. Claude Monet. Real royalty. Opera. The Alps.
After I'm done exploring the entire country of the Philippines, I must go to France. I will go to France.
Sunday, December 5, 2010
CHLORINE
I've been a hardy old bastard these days. Practically surrounded with people in love. I may seem indifferent but while I play RE4 and behind me are two people so sweet that they're attacked by ants, I'm thinking more than just trying to slash that parasite out of the El Gigante's back.
I'm thinking.
What about mine?
Yeah, this guy is a moron for letting go of the previous short but sweet relationship last year, but I dunno. Maybe I really am a moron.
But now, I was again ripped into shreds while doing something which reminded me of her. Swimming.
Yeah, swimming. 'Cause she's a swimmer. It was our PE class and we were swimming and while we're doing flutter kicks, I thought of her. Like, "This is what she must have always felt like". Yeah, I know, it sounds freaky.
But even though I barely reached Lane 5, I was suddenly determined now. To swim. With her, I dunno. She's 50 miles away from me. And probably having of a boyfriend of her own, doing sweet things and being attacked by ants.
I hope I find the person I want. I want us to be attacked with ants too.
I'm thinking.
What about mine?
Yeah, this guy is a moron for letting go of the previous short but sweet relationship last year, but I dunno. Maybe I really am a moron.
But now, I was again ripped into shreds while doing something which reminded me of her. Swimming.
Yeah, swimming. 'Cause she's a swimmer. It was our PE class and we were swimming and while we're doing flutter kicks, I thought of her. Like, "This is what she must have always felt like". Yeah, I know, it sounds freaky.
But even though I barely reached Lane 5, I was suddenly determined now. To swim. With her, I dunno. She's 50 miles away from me. And probably having of a boyfriend of her own, doing sweet things and being attacked by ants.
I hope I find the person I want. I want us to be attacked with ants too.
Friday, December 3, 2010
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