The Last Mon Standing

The College of Nursing and Midwifery had its acquaintance party last night,  i was so much happy to see my former classmates… Tedoy, christian, and the rest of the boys still teased me about something stupid but anyaway i was still glad to see them again… even paula look sexier last night, but definitely no one is comparable with Ms disease… man she stole the night.

nevertheless i was very much surprise to learn how much i miss my classmate Mau…

I cannot say that we go in the same group, she’s always with Clarise, Aico, and Bianca, but i still think that we’re close.

if i would make a list of people in college whom i wont ever forget, she certainly is one of the top 5… she’s the most freespirited and one of the funniest person that ive ever met (she’s comparable to Phoeboe in FRIENDS).

last night, spongebabe and i were talking about her, and we end up laughing when we talked about last valentine’s day.

remember my entry that time? how do i palpate thee? let me count the ways…

in our health care 2, we tackled about testicular self examination that time…

our clinical instructor, Maam Sy, was mumbling about the parts of male reproductive system… then she commented, "baka mamaya hindi nyo pa alam yung tagalog ng testicles ha."

the whole class, of course knew, but the weather was so hot making us feel giddy and sleepy so nobody answered , or so what i expected… but suddenly, a girl stood up, her hand shot in the air, and yelled "TITI!"

we all laughed of course… imagine we were all almost in a torpor as our clinical instructor gives her lecture, then suddenly in the middle of the class, in front of our professor someone stood up screaming the abominable word "TITI"… i looked at the girl and it was Mau.

she faced us. her expression was a mixture of "excuse me" and "what do i care" look. then she talked…

"classmates, future nurses tayo… wala na dapat malisya sa mga bagay na ganyan…"

the whole class burst once more in another wave of guffaws…. as the laughter subsided, spongebabe and i called her attention and i said, "miss, bayag yung tagalog ng testicles, titi… penis yun.."

she considered what i said for a split second.. then smiled.

"UU nga ‘no? ahihihi"

do you know what another thing that bugs me?

ahem… it is the search engine terms that people use to find my other blog… actually what reall happens is people go to google or yahoo then type something about something they want to search about… and for reasons, they are linked to my blog… no it isn’t about they visiting me blog that bothers me… it is the terms they use or rather the subjects they search about… click on the photo to see…

see? almost all of them are pervert topics…

like;

orgasm, hindi word (translated as; orgasm, not word)…

i mean what was that alll about?

and another..

testicle stimulation orgasm

and…

jamilla natalie obispo sex video

or this…

orgasm ejecting videos

but there are other weird search engine terms like…

green pus on finger

or..

essays on swimming in Hindi

man, this is just incredible!!

i really dont know why i am still keeping this whole blogging thing…

sigh…

i am so not meself lately… first… i… then… i… and then… tapos… atsaka… ARGH!

i want to write about so many things but i cannot bring meself to word them…

1. weeks ago,  i would have written about a funny incident where i ripped my pants apart… it was so embarassing but i really want to tell how i managed to go to a fastfood’s restroom and stapled back the stitches into places… but i was unable to write about it since… i m too… er… uhm… i dunno…
2. i also want to write about the fiasco inside the hospital where we almost got am incidental report after we sang the pokemon theme song in the middle of the night, virtually waking up all the babies in the nursery amd the ob ward…
3. and about my classmate in high school who kept on insisting that my middle initial , which is Q, means QUICKIE… i searched incessantly for that person’s middle name and i found out that it really stinks… stinkier than surnames like Garote, Matibag. Entuna, BiglangAwa… but only landed second to this surname… (read it with feelings) … SEXMOAN… ahuh… it is actually pronounced as /seks/-/mo/-/wan/…
4. and i also want to write about my sister who got gozzillions of friendster accounts only to give it to Borg… who is using them since february to pretend that she’s my sister… i really dunno what it was with them that they actually enjoy making fun and stalking people around… actually they have a lot in common… both were … and… and… and…
5. and of course about my classmate that i really miss so much…

I found the perfect post for my feeling…

this entry was written by slim whale:

My greatest nightmare is to face a blank computer screen, my brain desiring so much to write something, but not finding the right words to articulate my thoughts. That’s exactly what has been happening to me lately. Like a bodybuilder whose muscles have bred ennui because of the same boring routine, I sit here, deliriously mad with ideas, not knowing how to etch them on my computer. Sure, I’ve had times when i simply rambled on aimlessly. But this time, it’s different. The mind yearns for intercourse, for rhythmic undulations of quivering bodies, for cautious explorations of crevices marinated in sweat, saliva, and other body fluids, and finally, for an ecstatic release, to squirt its creamy load in liberation, feeling the sudden mad rush of guilt, passion, love, pain, and ambivalence all shooting rapidly up the temples, into the dendrites, around the cranium, through a labyrinth of neurons, and then bursting out of the ears like dislodged ear wax. How can one contain something like this? How does one manage to live while harboring a raging monster inside, shackled, as it were, by the chains of inarticulateness? Would that my mind be as prolific as my butt which does not need any provocation to fart out its sentiments for the whole world to get a whiff of.

Time can be as tricky as a philandering lover. One moment, it makes you feel that you own your faculties, the next moment, it slams you with the realization that you are nothing but a pulpy blob, shaking stupidly like a slice of jello. Or it might fool you into believing that you have something to say, when in fact you are merely brewing mush, some ill-conceived, half-baked, better-left-unsaid ideas that you thought once glimmered with ingenuity. What is ingenuity, after all, but a rehashed idea of another repackaged to look more enticing to modern sensibilities? What can be said that has never been said before? Ideas are only exhumed from the bowels of putrefaction. With the mass of intellectual protons already swimming about in the air, it is too presumptuous to think that I can still contribute anything, that my unarticulated thoughts would push humanity onwards, heal our society, and guarantee world peace, I thank you. Those idiotic beauty queens wishing for world peace may have something more valuable to say. At least, they don’t mask their thoughts with pretentious language. That’s just that. No frills. No confusing rhetoric. No winding locutions. No blogs to eat up precious bandwidth. No ideas, just borrowed spiels from those who wore the crown before them. No shackled monsters. No thoughts. No gods. No empty computer screens to fill with nonsense. Just a tabula rasa.

Blank.

Empty.

Like this nightmare.

I was goggling at my site when i saw this

Akismet has protected your site from 470 spam comments

friendster is boring when people just suddenly stopped e mailing you…

ok, someone told me a secret… but i didn’t know that it was suppose to be a secret… was it my fault if i ever i told this thing even if i thought it was just a harmless information… the whole thing has already spread round the place and i am feeling so guilty… pfft..

ok… happy birthday… too bad you already passed away… anyway… someday… they’ll die too.. i promise.