I love, and at the same time hate, how Naruto's plot is unfolding. Reading it makes me feel like I'm watching the local version of MariMar all over again. (Okay, I did watch MariMar a few times I admit.)

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Just received this text message from Joemari, a high school classmate, who's pursuing a degree in chemical engineering in UP Diliman.

Mga natutunan ko sa college:

-mas malaki ang eyebags, mas cool.

-ok mag-cram, lumalabas ang tunay mong talino at diskarte sa buhay.

-di mo kailangan mag-breakfast sa bahay, pede yan gawin sa classroom habang nagkaklase.

-kahit ayaw mo, magiging madasalin ka. pagdadasal mo na absent o wag dumating ang prof mo kung di ka nakapag-aral.

-okay lang ma-late wag lang ma-absent.

-pag sinabi ng classmate mo na di siya nag-aral, humanda ka na, peperfect niya ang quiz.

-di uso ang humble. kahit wala kang alam wag ka pahalata nasa nagdadala lang yan.

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Even though I found a few of what he stated true, I believe that cramming is, in general, not a very healthy thing to do.

I've manually written on my diary for the past five years, and lately, due to my schedule, I couldn't find the time to write on it. So, I have decided to ditch the organic journal and switch to the Word application on my phone instead. As of now, I find updating my diary anywhere but the streets of Manila very convenient. Heck, I've even done it in the bathroom. And with that, the the headache of keeping all my past journals safe returns.

I'm thinking of placing them in ziploc bags then covering them with layers and layers of celluloid tape. That way, they will be protected from wear and tear. I could also burn them in one sitting like what mama suggested. But that'd be the death of me if I ever considered it. Sigh. Until I can find a suitable solution, my own cabinet should do fine.

~*~*~

Wolf's Rain made me nearly cry. Oh well, only the last episode where everyone dies. Their concept of Paradise was amusing though.

When the world nears its end, Paradise will appear and only the wolves know of it.

~*~*~

I got enrolled courtesy of my beautiful grandmother. I can't believe she's 75 and still working. When she comes here for her vacation on June, I'll have to ask her her secret for staying very fit. She's quite strong for a woman her age. It must be her diet and lifestyle.

Anyway, my pinning is on the 11th of June. I'm so excited. I mean, really. This is a major turning point of my student life where I get to practice what I've learned for the past two years, and maybe get scolded by my instructor once or twice. I'll leave it at once or twice. Hehe. Or maybe never. I should strive to be the best intern the school has ever had! It's not like they haven't seen excellent students, but there's no harm in trying. Hehe.

My class schedule is hospital duty from Monday to Thursday and preventive/promotive on Friday and Saturday, religion and msce squeezed between, I think.

This time, I can't afford to be late. Not once, definitely not twice. So, never. Never late. That requires me to live in the heart of Manila, nearer to the hospitals. I haven't found a dorm or an apartment yet. I've been thinking of crashing Ian's place, not just me, my mama and my other classmates have cited this idea as well, since he's my groupmate, and paying a third of his monthly rent and the bills too. But umm, we're not that close and I doubt he'll accept the idea. I could sleep on the floor with my trusty futon, and maybe I could cook dinner every weekend and since we're in the same group we could study together!

I highly doubt it would be enough to convince him. Besides, if he does agree, it will become an issue in class. Yes, a big issue, it's small but I'm sure one of my classmates is bound to make it big, and that'll probably reach the other sections' ears in less than a week. I should try asking him. But I'm afraid.

Or, maybe I could go on with my everyday 20-km Cavite-Manila commute. Suicide express. ^_^

I'll find a way.

~*~*~

Make me
by rwc

Let me, let me
touch your lips.
Let me, let me
hold your hips.

Let me, let me
hug you tight
Let me, let me
win this fight.

Let me, let me
lick your wounds
- I won’t mind the taste.
Let me, let me
hear those sounds.

Let me, let me
think but twice.
Let me, let me
break the ice.

Let me, let me
hear a yes.
Never ever
let me guess.

So let me, let me
kiss and
love and
take and
break you.

Then again,
don’t simply let me,

rather,

make me.



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poem number 121

poem # 121

his lips were as eager
as yours, sweeter than
the candies you gave me
as final peace offering;
his tongue, more pliant
than my patience I had
for your errors; still,
the affection remains
a tainted window, and
the winter stays, the
spring, frightened, the
summer delayed, the
autumn, betrayed. and I
return to my cup of tea.

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This poem is still subject for revision. I just noticed, I've been using the word tongue in two consecutive instances for poetry purposes now. Weird.

poem number 121