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There’s been a change in plans. My move date has been rescheduled- I’m moving out on the 29th instead of the 15th. Even so, my co-worker and would-be roommate Lyza becomes my housemate the day after tomorrow. My family is adopting her until we move out. I’m getting a new sister haha. It should make for an interesting 2 weeks. Full house!
Of course, all that also means another two weeks of MRT hell. It’s not healthy riding it. Not only does it give you the urge to commit acts of violence against your fellow passengers, it’s so crowded that you can get bruises and become infected by a million different flu viruses and random bacteria in the air. We were practically breathing each other’s lungs in there. The good news is that we found a way to by-pass the rush hour crowd. Going home from GC, it’s to take the train Ayala-Taft-Cubao. Seats galore!
By the way, my judgment is probably impaired now. See, I know someone whom I always believed was gay. That was my very first impression; it’s one of those things that you just know. Instantly. And was I ever wrong. Oh geez, I was off by a few hundred miles on the radar.
He recently became the topic of conversation between my friends and I- they say he’s been asking about me. That got me wondering, “are we talking about the same person here?” And we were and I learned that I was the only one who thought he was gay. Wow. I really, always thought he was. I had absolutely no doubt about it. I believed! I could barely keep myself from saying that. He is, to my complete and utter shock, straight. Not that being straight is a horrible thing, but how could I have been so wrong? I am so bothered by the fact that everyone except me thought he was straight. Argh.
I haven’t posted any shoe photos in awhile, so here’s some of the sneakers that I drew on with a paint marker. They’ve got vertebrae all over. I did these months ago when I had too much time on my hands, and they’re part of the very few productive things that I’ve done as a bum hahaha. Messed up my desk in the process, too. Oh wait, it’s always been messy. 
posterior view + early bird
sneaker tongue
Inspired by the Dream Anatomy Exhibit and handouts from my zoology and anatomy classes. The half-man, half-bird skeleton is Barry Cleavin’s For the true anatomy – Early Bird.
I’m starting real “hospital duty” on Thursday. Looks like I’ve been assigned to the VIP unit. Waaa.
It seems like chivalry still exists, even if it’s mostly confined within the cars of the speedy caterpillars known as LRT and MRT trains. I’ve never been comfortable with taking another person’s seat, especially if the person is only offering it because he’s male and that’s what society expects him to do. Still, commuting is nice if everyone acted like a gentleman would.
Out of curiosity, I decided to conduct my own little experiment. It’s a very unscientific one. I tried to refuse whenever someone offered me his seat on the train. I had about 6 commuters as my subjects, all on different rides on Lines 1 and 2 of the LRT. Most of them insisted on me sitting, and I kept refusing. I expected them to just sit back down, but not a lot of them did. Most just remained standing, or walked to the opposite side of the train until I was forced to take the empty seat. One of them even argued with me! It’s funny.
Out of my 6 subjects, only one sat back down on his seat. He didn’t seem too happy about it; the look on his face was annoyed and bordering on being offended. I stopped my experiment because of that.
Anyway, I gathered enough information to theorize that refusing help from a guy does something to his ego, and I bet that guy won’t be offering his seat again to anyone at any time soon. I really feel bad for discouraging one of the few gentlemen we have left in the world. It’s important that women show their appreciation and thus encourage chivalry more. I’m not a feminist (though I do have a few feministic beliefs). I think that we women shouldn’t always expect men to offer us their seats, but let’s not refuse unless we have a good reason to. (^_^)’
Oh, and we can’t just leave all the seat-offering to guys. As one of the commuters told me, good deeds equal good karma. If someone needs the seat more than you do, by all means, give it up.
But I am sad. Siiiiiigh. Anyway, it’s summer but the weather is strange. Hot and humid today, cold and rainy tomorrow. Despite that we still have summertime diseases circulating, in addition to viral and bacterial flu. A lot of my batch mates have the flu, and I feel like I’m going to catch it soon. Been sneezing everywhere. Sudden changes in environmental temperature lowers our immune system, so we’re all the more susceptible. Good thing swine flu hasn’t reached the Philippines yet (but if it does, the hospital I’m training in has the facilities to treat and confine it… or so they say hehehe).
Speaking of evil summertime diseases, I think I might have sore eyes. Signs and symptoms are itchiness, weird spasms, and a grainy, sandy feeling in the eyes. No discharges of any kind though, so there’s a chance that it’s not really sore eyes. That’s the last sign I’m waiting for. I dread going through that same experience I had when I was a kid. One morning I couldn’t open my eyes because the discharge was so thick that it pasted my eyelids together. I honestly thought I was going blind!
For now I’ve been applying eye drops for relief. If this progresses I’m going to have to upgrade to antimicrobial eye drops. I can’t wear contact lenses or I might damage and permanently scar the cornea (that is, if I really do have sore eyes). I’ve also been constantly washing my hands and using alcohol and hand sanitizers. Gone into obsessive-compulsive mode because the absolute worst thing that can happen is to have sore eyes and spread it around, and then recover only to get sore eyes all over again! Arghh.
I guess it’s my fault for scratching my eyes. I remember scratching them a lot lately. Lesson learned: never scratch your eyes. Always wash your hands, it’s the number one way of preventing infections, like diarrhea and colds. And sore eyes. Bleargh.
Alright. Lung Center application, a disappointment. Just like the shoes I was wearing when I went there- they were a half size too big and had heels, and it it was so difficult to walk that I had to change into flip flops (thank God I had enough foresight to bring a pair with me). There were more than four hundred people when we arrived, all waiting to be accepted as nurses-in-training. They only accepted three hundred. I wasn’t included, of course.
I have, however, heard from the others that they they were divided into three batches. The third one will start their training in June 2009. Yes, next year. Yes, it seems that you must register 7 months beforehand so you can train in the Lung Center, after which you must pay for more training and more miscellaneous fees. Many are willing to wait it out, and pay everything just to be able to train there- because it’s a specialty hospital that specializes in diseases related to the lungs- because it’s that special- because if you train and work there then you will be special too. Seriously though, it is a very prestigious hospital, a good tertiary teaching one, and it is the entire nation’s center for pulmonary diseases. I would love to work there.
I missed the review class. My parents weren’t very happy about it. I don’t see why they are though, with me prioritizing job and training applications over the review. I haven’t passed my application for the exam yet, and the review class is unlimited, meaning I can choose to attend (or miss) the classes any day I want. I can keep reviewing for as long as I want, whenever I want.
Feels like finding a job is impossible right now.
I am not giving up though. I am looking forward to more opportunities next year. I am going to take some risks, and every chance that comes my way.
This is my lucky star:
my inspiration
Saw this one at the Converse shop in Trinoma, taken with Gelo’s pretty camera phone after we came from the Lung Center and Red Cross. I don’t own a pair yet, but I will when I get my first paycheck.
Met up with Bayan too. There’s nothing like friends and Christmas (window) shopping to make up for a wasted morning.
Alright. I had about 2/3 of a cup of coffee at around 8PM last night, which caused me to stay up until 4:00AM, which in turn made me sleep through the alarm. I am annoyed. I missed my review class. I recently enrolled in the hopes that I will fool myself into thinking that I’m no longer a bum (technically) and being productive (but in reality only wasting money).
By the way, that wasn’t even a full cup. It was one of those instant ones you get from a machine, pretending to be a cappucino. With lots of sugar and creamer.
I have a new addiction now. Tea lattes at The Coffee Bean and Tea Leaf. African Sunrise = love.
There are so many ideas in my head right now. More projects that I hope I both start and finish.
Been busy helping out with my brother’s transfer to another school (shifted to a multimedia arts course, lucky dog) and I haven’t done much shoegazing.
*****EDIT*****
I just got some very important news today: there will be screening for staff nurse applicants at the Lung Center tomorrow! I hope it’s not just a rumor. I’m going to see if they will accept my application. Prayers, prayers, prayers! Guess I won’t be attending the IELTS classes again. Or maybe I’ll just be a bit late…
I went to Megamall today to see a dog show. It was more of an exhibition of working dogs- bomb sniffing and personal protection, mostly of the breed Belgian Malinois. Yes, I really have nothing to do. My dad trains and breeds dogs like those, so yeah, he’s an enthusiast, as most of us are in the family. This is how they look like:
bax with my dad's feet
That is our monster of a dog, Bax. We didn’t have him with us, this is just an old picture. I didn’t take any today since I was too far, and too disappointed.
It didn’t seem like anyone prepared for the show (the dogs, the trainers, the event organizers, I could go on and on). My dad’s friends, who were invited as the judges, took over the emceeing since there was no host (c’mon, a show with no host? Argh). I am also very sorry to say that the quality of training of those dog was so bad that the audience found it entertaining and I started shoegazing. 6 to 7:30PM. That is how I found out that one of the dog handlers was wearing slippers in the ring while showing his dog. That was funny. Why, oh why did he have to wear slippers? I wish I was close enough to get a shot!
I was so bored that I was able to finish drawing one of the dogs on my DS:
one of the dogs at the show
I am quite worried about those dogs. If dogs with that kind of training are being used for bomb-sniffing in malls, hotels, and other public places (and they probably are), I won’t be surprised if the bombs went off and there would be chunks of debris and maybe, but hopefully not, human parts flying in the air (I can recall an event like that that happened one or two years ago, cause unknown, or being witheld from the public by the government and the mall owner, or something).
I’m just saying, Belgian Malinois are a great breed as working dogs, one of the best even- with the right training, that is.
Around 6:30PM today in the PUP campus, at age 21, I get my shoelaces tied by someone else in front of all the students going home, like I was some bratty little kid (and some of those students might have thought I was too). I’ve never been particularly good with tying shoelaces. They start unraveling with every step I take and I’m constantly re-tying them. I only know of one way of tying shoelaces, and that’s the one where you make two bunny ears and knot them together. I don’t know how to do it with one loop because I never understood where the unlooped end was supposed to go.
the pair i was wearing
And so here is the story: as we were leaving the campus, my friend stopped to tie his shoelaces. I noticed mine needed some tying too, and I jokingly told him to tie them for me since he was already bent down anyway. He proceeded to do so with an “okay, sure” and wouldn’t stop even if I told him I was only kidding. I couldn’t bend down to stop him because I was afraid of hitting his head. Having to stand there waiting for him to finish tying one foot was embarrassing, with a lot of people passing by and looking. Guess the joke was on me haha. Just to make it funnier though, I was thinking of tying my left shoe while he was tying the right one.
This happened after we “finished” helping with the stage props for the forum. Now I am beat. One last photo below. Good night.
our work area
Right now I’m under a blanket that’s been warmed by the sun. Feels nice. I’ll be leaving for Divisoria in a while for another battle with the Christmas shoppers crowd, and more ankle-torture.
