"So if you care to find me, look through the western sky, as someone told me lately, everyone deserves a chance to fly!"

I have a knack for blogging about my *personal* medical disasters. For those who know me, I am a complete klutz, but never have I hurt myself in this magnitude in the process ( Read more... )

For the second consecutive year, I failed to blog on my birthday. Oh well, such is life. For this year, I decided to do something new. To sample the way I typically spend my day these days, I decided to keep track of my activities on the hour. And this is what my birthday looked like when I plugged the values from my notes to Numbers:


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( Early Weekend - a lot of tedious details )

No seriously. But the raspy voice won't be around that long, so I guess that's something to be happy about even if my respiratory system is in demise. Why am I sick anyway? Well, fatigue. Even if "somehow I do not lose much sleep" (Aaron Schultz, Legally Blonde: the Musical), I was so tired. Let's recap the past few days.

( How does she know? She's sick? )

Well, when I got in the office yesterday early morning to print stuff for the SIDHI meeting, Jeny was the only Research Associate there and I was the second person to get in. She suddenly burst into paranoia when she said ( Read more... )

Today is one of the happier days. I dragged myself out of the house extra early (before seven) to go back to the academic institution I had the longest tenure in: Miriam. I was there since 1993 until 2004, and ever since my sister graduated from high school in 2006, I haven't been back. Until now.

( MCHS Pt 1 )

[ Edit: Links added from Sir's Mutiply Album ]


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Another long “best day ever” day yesterday. (=

From matter-loading, to a 5-minute-P100 -cab-ride, to a freezing quarterfinals round, televised semifinals round, and walking all over a drizzling Ortigas to get back to UP Diliman and watching Avenue Q with Bo Jimenez , Miya David and Rina Jimenez-David (yes, the Rina Jimenez-David, Inquirer ( Read more... )

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Saturday evening. It was a long but eventful week, the Mother decided to bring her children out for dinner, and on the way a BMW X5 zoomed past them along Commonwealth Avenue.

“Celeni, yumaman ka na nga para makabili ka niyan.”

“Yeah, that’s my dream car too. Pero, hello, hindi nga ako makabili ng dream bag, dream car pa kaya.”

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