MANILA, Philippines – In his first face-to-face encounter with the woman who drove the van that had run over his son, all Jose Fernando Alcantara could say was, “Was it you?” Alcantara, father of 10-year-old Julian Carlo Miguel “Amiel,” a Grade 4 student of the Ateneo Grade School who was killed in a three-vehicle mishap on the school grounds on Tuesday afternoon, told the Inquirer that he went to Camp Karingal by himself at around 3 a.m. on Wednesday. He added that he had just come from Arlington Memorial Chapels where he supervised the preparation of his son’s body, adding that it took six hours to reconstruct Amiel’s face and head to make it fit for viewing. Before that, Alcantara said he was in Camp Crame for the autopsy of his boy’s body. “I just wanted to see the face of the person who took away someone so precious,” he said. According to him, he was disappointed with the response he got from Ma. Theresa Torres, who has been detained at Camp Karingal since the accident. “Except for a shrug and ‘Wala akong magawa, aksidente yun eh (I couldn’t do anything, it was an accident)’, I did not hear anything more from the driver,” he narrated. Alcantara, who described his son as like the “wind” because of his love for the outdoors, said he left without saying another word to Torres. He added that he did not know Torres, who also has a son studying at the school, before the accident. The Inquirer tried to talk to Torres but was turned away by Quezon City Police District traffic head, Supt. Rudie Valoria, who has custody of the suspect. “She said she is not in her right frame of mind to grant any interview,” Valoria said. He added that charges of reckless imprudence resulting in homicide, serious physical injuries and damage to property had already been filed against Torres. Bail for her temporary liberty was set at P42,000. “After she posts bail, we have to release her, otherwise, we could be charged with illegal detention,” Valoria said. He said that based on their investigation, the brakes of the vehicle used by Torres, a Toyota Hi-Ace, at the time of the accident, were working. This contradicted her testimony that her brakes had failed. The younger Alcantara, his older brother, sister and nanny were walking toward their car on school grounds at around 4 p.m. Tuesday when Torres’ van hit the victim. The nanny, Tata Suarez, 65, was able to push Alcantara’s brother and sister safely out of the way before she was also hit by the van. Witnesses said that even after hitting the boy, the van did not slow down, only stopping when it hit a Honda CRV and another van. Amiel died on the way to the hospital while Suarez was set to undergo surgery for leg injuries. On Thursday, the Ateneo Grade School Boy Scouts bid farewell to Amiel by attending a Mass at a chapel on the school campus where the wake for the victim is being held. “He wanted to be an Eagle Scout and was working to be a first Boy Scout,” Delfin Bautista, advancement officer of the school’s boy scouts, said. His fellow scouts offered salute and scout claps for Amiel, whom they described as helpful, cheerful, fair and playful. “You could count on him to lend a helping hand when someone needed it,” one of the scouts said. The victim’s aunt, Sari Moreno, said her nephew would be cremated at the Arlington Memorial Chapels on Araneta Avenue at 2 p.m. on Saturday. Since the accident, Ateneo students and their parents have been lighting candles and offering flowers and prayers in the area in the parking lot where the accident occurred. “The children have been praying nonstop at the site where the boy fell. The area is lit up by candles,” a security guard of the school said in Filipino. --- It has become exceedingly difficult not to feel anger or blame towards this mother. When my dad relayed to us over dinner the contents of this article, my heart was pounding. Kumukulo dugo ko. She could at least have some remorse. There was no apology or anything! I heard she's already made bail. Hats off to the dad, for reacting the way he did, or rather, not reacting. He chose to be the bigger person, in the toughest, most emotional situation imaginable. |
Friday, February 27, 2009
How disappointing, indeed.
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
I give up on thinking of song lyrics to use as blog entry titles
Despite my innate ability to memorize song lyrics (that I so wish were applicable to chemical reaction mechanisms) and to come up with a song for every occasion, I knew I'd run out sooner or later. There is no song I can pull off the top of my head that describes the way I feel at this moment. It's a mix of things, really.
Sick. I feel very sick. My sore throat from last Saturday has finally developed into a full-blown cold. And thank God, too; I was beginning to think it was tonsillitis. A cold is definitely the lesser evil, despite the runny nose, postnasal drip, body malaise, and general lethargy it brings. At least I don't have a fever. It's already starting to become a cough, though, and I will soon need to bring out our trusty nebulizer. Yep, this pattern of cold-cough-asthma is one I know all too well. It hits at least once every semester, usually around the time the weather starts to change.
Shocked. I received a very late reply from Sir Sumera, my org chem professor, regarding the schedule of the chem exam (which took place two days ago). He said, Hi Carmina, Tuloy ang exam. The next thing he told me was my score in the said exam. Suffice it to say it was much better than I expected, especially since I fully expected to fail. Maybe watching the Oscars on the morning of the exam brought me luck? Remind me to never, ever miss the Oscars, especially when it falls on an exam day.
Super proud. Haha, keeping in line with the s alliteration. I'm super proud of my orgmates who were elected into the University Student Council for the academic year 2009-2010:
Titus Tan, USC Chairperson
Lee Tan, USC Councilor. Go buddy! :) Yay for the Tan dynasty!
Sad. I was with my mom at Ate Cecille's birthday party last night when she received the news about Amiel Alcantara. He was a Grade 4 student at the Ateneo who was pinned between two cars yesterday, as he was crossing the street at dismissal time. A mother was behind the wheel of the van that crashed into Amiel; she had transferred into the driver's seat after sending her driver to look for her son. It's unclear whether the van was manual and she started the engine without ensuring that the gear was on neutral, or the van was automatic and she accidentally stepped on the gas pedal instead of the brake. This caused not only the crushing of a ten-year old boy in between two cars, but also a five-car wreckage. Amiel was rushed to the hospital but was pronounced dead on arrival, at around 5:oo PM. (For more information, read the article here.)
Such a heartbreaking, tragic accident can stir so many reactions and emotions. Sadness at the loss of a young, promising life, sympathy for the family of the bereaved, anger towards the driver, the traffic scheme imposed by the school, or to the very unfairness and senselessness of the event. I felt all of these things and more. But I am ashamed to have felt anger at the driver, the mother in the van that caused it all. Yes, she had been quite careless. I was angry at her negligence, thinking that she should be put behind bars. I even wondered why she had to send her driver to pick up her son--bakit hindi na lang siya sumundo sa anak niya?
This we might never know. What I do know is that that mother must be in an unbearable amount of pain right now, equivalent to or even greater than what the Alcantara family must be going through. For the rest of her life, she will carry with her the image of that little boy being pinned in front of her. I heard she fainted right after it happened. With the weight of the reality of what had happened, I would have fainted, too.
We have no right to blame this mother, or feel anger towards her. In fact, we should include her in our prayers. Not only should we pray for the repose of Amiel's soul, or for the strength of the Alcantara family, but for this woman as well, that she may, in time, forgive herself. It was an accident, after all. It could have happened and it can happen to any of us drivers. Let this unfortunate event serve as a reminder for us all.
Sick. I feel very sick. My sore throat from last Saturday has finally developed into a full-blown cold. And thank God, too; I was beginning to think it was tonsillitis. A cold is definitely the lesser evil, despite the runny nose, postnasal drip, body malaise, and general lethargy it brings. At least I don't have a fever. It's already starting to become a cough, though, and I will soon need to bring out our trusty nebulizer. Yep, this pattern of cold-cough-asthma is one I know all too well. It hits at least once every semester, usually around the time the weather starts to change.
Shocked. I received a very late reply from Sir Sumera, my org chem professor, regarding the schedule of the chem exam (which took place two days ago). He said, Hi Carmina, Tuloy ang exam. The next thing he told me was my score in the said exam. Suffice it to say it was much better than I expected, especially since I fully expected to fail. Maybe watching the Oscars on the morning of the exam brought me luck? Remind me to never, ever miss the Oscars, especially when it falls on an exam day.
Super proud. Haha, keeping in line with the s alliteration. I'm super proud of my orgmates who were elected into the University Student Council for the academic year 2009-2010:
Titus Tan, USC Chairperson
Lee Tan, USC Councilor. Go buddy! :) Yay for the Tan dynasty!
Sad. I was with my mom at Ate Cecille's birthday party last night when she received the news about Amiel Alcantara. He was a Grade 4 student at the Ateneo who was pinned between two cars yesterday, as he was crossing the street at dismissal time. A mother was behind the wheel of the van that crashed into Amiel; she had transferred into the driver's seat after sending her driver to look for her son. It's unclear whether the van was manual and she started the engine without ensuring that the gear was on neutral, or the van was automatic and she accidentally stepped on the gas pedal instead of the brake. This caused not only the crushing of a ten-year old boy in between two cars, but also a five-car wreckage. Amiel was rushed to the hospital but was pronounced dead on arrival, at around 5:oo PM. (For more information, read the article here.)
Such a heartbreaking, tragic accident can stir so many reactions and emotions. Sadness at the loss of a young, promising life, sympathy for the family of the bereaved, anger towards the driver, the traffic scheme imposed by the school, or to the very unfairness and senselessness of the event. I felt all of these things and more. But I am ashamed to have felt anger at the driver, the mother in the van that caused it all. Yes, she had been quite careless. I was angry at her negligence, thinking that she should be put behind bars. I even wondered why she had to send her driver to pick up her son--bakit hindi na lang siya sumundo sa anak niya?
This we might never know. What I do know is that that mother must be in an unbearable amount of pain right now, equivalent to or even greater than what the Alcantara family must be going through. For the rest of her life, she will carry with her the image of that little boy being pinned in front of her. I heard she fainted right after it happened. With the weight of the reality of what had happened, I would have fainted, too.
We have no right to blame this mother, or feel anger towards her. In fact, we should include her in our prayers. Not only should we pray for the repose of Amiel's soul, or for the strength of the Alcantara family, but for this woman as well, that she may, in time, forgive herself. It was an accident, after all. It could have happened and it can happen to any of us drivers. Let this unfortunate event serve as a reminder for us all.
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
If you liked it then you shouda put a ring on it (LSS of the month!)
Another weekend post. And what a weekend it's been. In fairness to me, I was able to refrain from blogging prior to my chem exam. Not that I spent all that time studying. Haha.
Friday was UPCM interview day. I got there late and therefore rather panicky, since I knew I had an essay to write. But everything turned out rather okay, I think. There were a couple of surprises. :) It was over in about an hour, but it felt like fifteen minutes. I'm so so relieved, yet scared as well, knowing that there's nothing more I can do and my fate is no longer in my hands.
Funny though, I realized only when I got home that I was wearing one pink pearl earring and one white the entire time. Hahaha. :) Mom didn't even see it, and she was seated across from me throughout lunch. She treated me to Secret Recipe in Shangri-La "to ease the stress." Their lamb stew was to die for, and the phad thai was quite perfect as well. I also ordered the marble cheesecake, which was their bestseller. It was really good, rich and creamy and everything, though I wasn't a big fan of the oat and nut crust. I'm definitely going back to try their other cheesecakes. Here are a couple of pictures. These were taken using my Nokia 6500c, so forgive the quality please.
This is the phad thai, before they mixed all the ingredients together. The noodles are wrapped in a little egg package. :)
Marble cheesecake. So good. I would've preferred a graham cracker crust, though, instead of the oat and nut. Or an oreo crust. Yay for cheap taste. :p
Next was dinner at Dencio's Rockwell to celebrate Ats' and Tito Popot's birthdays. As if Mom and I needed any more calories! Food was good; I especially enjoyed the chocolate truffle and sans rival from Sugarhouse. Bonding was great, as usual. I will upload pictures in my multiply. I missed Mr. and Ms. Psych though, which I rather regret. It was my last chance to attend, too. Oh well. Family first.
Saturday was study day with Ruari. We met up at Starbucks Temple Drive at ten. I love how we're so at home there. We each have a round table, and so many chairs for all our stuff. Then when we bought sandwiches for lunch, we moved to another table. Parang lumipat lang from the office to the dining room. :P I didn't get to study as much as I would've liked, because I started feeling sick and had to go home at around four. Not the best state to be in two days before a chemistry exam.
I didn't spend Sunday with the family; I was at Melay's for for PMHS deliberations. I missed a day in Tagaytay, including lunch at Tootsie's. But at least delibs finished earlier than expected, which was a relief. I was able to stop by Bea's before going home. Anything to delay studying! I still felt quite sick all day, and I fell asleep studying at around eleven.
And today was Oscars day! And yeah, chem exam day too. Until this morning, I was still hoping for a reply from Sir Sumera, saying that the exam will be postponed. It was a holiday, after all, and it's really against the rules (of the UP admin, or whatever) to hold exams on holidays. Sadly, no reply. I tried my best (I really did!) to finish memorizing all the reactions and physical properties and stuff, but the Oscars were such a beautiful distraction. Hugh Jackman is Mom's new idol, or so her Facebook status reports. Right after the chem exam, Lee-Ann and I went to Starbucks Katipunan. And because it was so, so full, we decided to just drink up in Cantina with Mara, Perry, Josh, and Caloi. It was just what we needed to forget about the horrid exam.
It was also today that I found out that I made it to St. Luke's College of Medicine. :) Yay for having a future, and keeping my med school dreams alive! The initial list of accepted applicants can be found here.
It is almost two, so I must be off. Tomorrow will be 135 powerpoint-making day. Hopefully I don't just sleep all day again.
Friday was UPCM interview day. I got there late and therefore rather panicky, since I knew I had an essay to write. But everything turned out rather okay, I think. There were a couple of surprises. :) It was over in about an hour, but it felt like fifteen minutes. I'm so so relieved, yet scared as well, knowing that there's nothing more I can do and my fate is no longer in my hands.
Funny though, I realized only when I got home that I was wearing one pink pearl earring and one white the entire time. Hahaha. :) Mom didn't even see it, and she was seated across from me throughout lunch. She treated me to Secret Recipe in Shangri-La "to ease the stress." Their lamb stew was to die for, and the phad thai was quite perfect as well. I also ordered the marble cheesecake, which was their bestseller. It was really good, rich and creamy and everything, though I wasn't a big fan of the oat and nut crust. I'm definitely going back to try their other cheesecakes. Here are a couple of pictures. These were taken using my Nokia 6500c, so forgive the quality please.
This is the phad thai, before they mixed all the ingredients together. The noodles are wrapped in a little egg package. :)
Marble cheesecake. So good. I would've preferred a graham cracker crust, though, instead of the oat and nut. Or an oreo crust. Yay for cheap taste. :pNext was dinner at Dencio's Rockwell to celebrate Ats' and Tito Popot's birthdays. As if Mom and I needed any more calories! Food was good; I especially enjoyed the chocolate truffle and sans rival from Sugarhouse. Bonding was great, as usual. I will upload pictures in my multiply. I missed Mr. and Ms. Psych though, which I rather regret. It was my last chance to attend, too. Oh well. Family first.
Saturday was study day with Ruari. We met up at Starbucks Temple Drive at ten. I love how we're so at home there. We each have a round table, and so many chairs for all our stuff. Then when we bought sandwiches for lunch, we moved to another table. Parang lumipat lang from the office to the dining room. :P I didn't get to study as much as I would've liked, because I started feeling sick and had to go home at around four. Not the best state to be in two days before a chemistry exam.
I didn't spend Sunday with the family; I was at Melay's for for PMHS deliberations. I missed a day in Tagaytay, including lunch at Tootsie's. But at least delibs finished earlier than expected, which was a relief. I was able to stop by Bea's before going home. Anything to delay studying! I still felt quite sick all day, and I fell asleep studying at around eleven.
And today was Oscars day! And yeah, chem exam day too. Until this morning, I was still hoping for a reply from Sir Sumera, saying that the exam will be postponed. It was a holiday, after all, and it's really against the rules (of the UP admin, or whatever) to hold exams on holidays. Sadly, no reply. I tried my best (I really did!) to finish memorizing all the reactions and physical properties and stuff, but the Oscars were such a beautiful distraction. Hugh Jackman is Mom's new idol, or so her Facebook status reports. Right after the chem exam, Lee-Ann and I went to Starbucks Katipunan. And because it was so, so full, we decided to just drink up in Cantina with Mara, Perry, Josh, and Caloi. It was just what we needed to forget about the horrid exam.
It was also today that I found out that I made it to St. Luke's College of Medicine. :) Yay for having a future, and keeping my med school dreams alive! The initial list of accepted applicants can be found here.
It is almost two, so I must be off. Tomorrow will be 135 powerpoint-making day. Hopefully I don't just sleep all day again.
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
I surrender to the strawberry ice cream
Three-hour afternoon nap + coffee after dinner + reading people's panicky blog entries (re: UPCM interview) -- definitely not good for my nerves, nor my studying for org chem, nor my goal to finally get my body clock back on track.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY AGAIN TO LOLA KAREN! Thank you for the ice cream; Long Island's strawberry-filled is my new day-maker. :) Dungis pictures for the win!
Please watch this video. It gave me goosebumps, even the second time around. It's something we all need to think about, especially in these times.
[EDIT 11:56] I really really really want Sanuks. Ruari and I check them out every time we see them in a store, and every time we get disheartened by the pricetag. Stupid overpricedshoe sandal.:(
HAPPY BIRTHDAY AGAIN TO LOLA KAREN! Thank you for the ice cream; Long Island's strawberry-filled is my new day-maker. :) Dungis pictures for the win!
Please watch this video. It gave me goosebumps, even the second time around. It's something we all need to think about, especially in these times.
[EDIT 11:56] I really really really want Sanuks. Ruari and I check them out every time we see them in a store, and every time we get disheartened by the pricetag. Stupid overpriced
Saturday, February 14, 2009
If I can make this night light enough to move
So ends another day with you. Of course it hasn't been just any other day. Today is Valentine's Day. But what am I talking about. A day spent with you is never just any other day.
Such days are spent in a cocoon, in our own corner of the universe. Perhaps because we don't have a common group of friends, our time together is always especially for us. I cherish those few hours we devote to just each other. Yes, food is a requisite, since you will forever disagree when I say love will keep us alive. :) Other occasions call for a couple of hours in a dark theater in front of a big screen. Still others find us in a coffee shop, silently (or not so silent, in my case) reading page after page, though still side by side, fingers entwined. And some days have uniquely special touches. Today, for instance, brought us showers of rose petals from the heavens, bites of favorite cake, photographs against pretty glass.
But remember what you said (not so) long ago? Even if we just sit in a corner. Nothing more I could ask for than the feel of my hand in yours, the comfort and security that simple gesture brings. Also that way we have around each other that brings out the absolute silliness in us. Sometimes I imagine what if someone were to catch us in the middle of one of those moments. They would laugh, or perhaps cringe. Because they wouldn't understand. We speak a different language, you and I. It isn't perfect. But it is ours.
One of those moments, captured.
Such days are spent in a cocoon, in our own corner of the universe. Perhaps because we don't have a common group of friends, our time together is always especially for us. I cherish those few hours we devote to just each other. Yes, food is a requisite, since you will forever disagree when I say love will keep us alive. :) Other occasions call for a couple of hours in a dark theater in front of a big screen. Still others find us in a coffee shop, silently (or not so silent, in my case) reading page after page, though still side by side, fingers entwined. And some days have uniquely special touches. Today, for instance, brought us showers of rose petals from the heavens, bites of favorite cake, photographs against pretty glass.
But remember what you said (not so) long ago? Even if we just sit in a corner. Nothing more I could ask for than the feel of my hand in yours, the comfort and security that simple gesture brings. Also that way we have around each other that brings out the absolute silliness in us. Sometimes I imagine what if someone were to catch us in the middle of one of those moments. They would laugh, or perhaps cringe. Because they wouldn't understand. We speak a different language, you and I. It isn't perfect. But it is ours.
One of those moments, captured.Dearest Ruari,
I’m sorry I wasn’t able to prepare anything for you today. I hope this pahabol entry makes up for it somehow. :P I'm sorry again for those other things, too. And thank you for the many, many things.
Happy Valentine's Day, my love. Let's have a thousand more.
Yours and yours and yours alone. I love you.
Mindy
I’m sorry I wasn’t able to prepare anything for you today. I hope this pahabol entry makes up for it somehow. :P I'm sorry again for those other things, too. And thank you for the many, many things.
Happy Valentine's Day, my love. Let's have a thousand more.
Yours and yours and yours alone. I love you.
Mindy
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
It's easy to tease me
It's been a good weekend. Almost a four-day weekend for me. Friday after class was spent with Ruari in Shangri-La. We bought each other our Valentine's gifts. We initially agreed on a budget of P500 but quickly realized that that amount can't really buy much these days. Sad. He ended up choosing a bag (that can fit his laptop, yay!), and I got a pair of flats. Both above the said budget, but not by much. In fairness. :)
On Saturday I was in UP for PMHS interviews. Mom picked me up at around 2 and we headed straight for Tagaytay. We met up with Papa and Monch who had gone earlier because Papa had a lunch at his friend's house there. Mom and I (and Yaya Arlie, too) got there at around 5. The weather was just lovely, still cold and windy.
Our overnight in Crosswinds (only our second ever!) was definitely the highlight of my weekend. All four of us love going there now; there's just something about the weather and the novelty of the place I guess that is just so relaxing. I had actually brought my computer in the hopes that I would be able to get some work done. I ended up reading the new book Mama got me, Surgeons Do Not Cry by Dr. Ting Tiongco, and falling asleep before midnight. Oh, we had a delicious dinner at Teriyaki Boy before that. It's available in Manila, I know, but everything just tastes and feels different in the cold of Tagaytay. We were all in a pretty good mood, too; hardly any of those petty little arguments we have at home. Good family bonding time. :)
We went home too early on Sunday, because Papa had a dinner to attend. We had another heavy meal, this time at this Filipino restaurant in Sta. Rosa. I can't remember the name, but it was Rose something. Haha. We had bulalo, lechon paksiw, fried chicken, fried tilapia, laing. We were all so full afterwards, but we still managed to have dessert in Starbucks along SLEX. I introduced Mama to white chocolate mocha, and she loved it. Not surprising, since she likes her coffee much, much sweeter than I do.
I was at St. Luke's this morning (Monday) for my interview. After a short psych test, Ruari kept me company while waiting for my turn. I was interviewed at around 11:30, and the whole thing was over in around 20 minutes. The doctors were really very nice, and my blockmate who was next in line said he could hear us laughing from outside. They said I should expect to hear from them in about a week or so. :)
I slept so much after the interview, both on the way home and upon arriving home. Needless to say, I barely got to do any work until after dinner. And so my body clock is all screwy again, which is why I'm awake and writing this now, at two a.m. I am also very, very, very hungry.
I think have a hunger problem. I remember taking up this disorder in Psych 155 that was described as the uncontrollable desire to eat. I think I have a mild form of that. Because seriously, I'm never full for more than an hour. Two at most, if it's really big meal. What's more, a meal for me isn't complete without dessert. I need the last taste in my mouth to be sweet, preferably something chocolate. Fruits don't count; they're usually just the preliminary to the real dessert. The result of all this eating? Flabby arms which I absolutely hate. I'm actually avoiding wearing any sleeveless tops these days, because I hate the way my arms look.
I'm looking forward to the Lenten season because then I'll have more incentive to fast and lose weight. It's so wrong. I'm such a sinner.
On Saturday I was in UP for PMHS interviews. Mom picked me up at around 2 and we headed straight for Tagaytay. We met up with Papa and Monch who had gone earlier because Papa had a lunch at his friend's house there. Mom and I (and Yaya Arlie, too) got there at around 5. The weather was just lovely, still cold and windy.
Our overnight in Crosswinds (only our second ever!) was definitely the highlight of my weekend. All four of us love going there now; there's just something about the weather and the novelty of the place I guess that is just so relaxing. I had actually brought my computer in the hopes that I would be able to get some work done. I ended up reading the new book Mama got me, Surgeons Do Not Cry by Dr. Ting Tiongco, and falling asleep before midnight. Oh, we had a delicious dinner at Teriyaki Boy before that. It's available in Manila, I know, but everything just tastes and feels different in the cold of Tagaytay. We were all in a pretty good mood, too; hardly any of those petty little arguments we have at home. Good family bonding time. :)
We went home too early on Sunday, because Papa had a dinner to attend. We had another heavy meal, this time at this Filipino restaurant in Sta. Rosa. I can't remember the name, but it was Rose something. Haha. We had bulalo, lechon paksiw, fried chicken, fried tilapia, laing. We were all so full afterwards, but we still managed to have dessert in Starbucks along SLEX. I introduced Mama to white chocolate mocha, and she loved it. Not surprising, since she likes her coffee much, much sweeter than I do.
I was at St. Luke's this morning (Monday) for my interview. After a short psych test, Ruari kept me company while waiting for my turn. I was interviewed at around 11:30, and the whole thing was over in around 20 minutes. The doctors were really very nice, and my blockmate who was next in line said he could hear us laughing from outside. They said I should expect to hear from them in about a week or so. :)
I slept so much after the interview, both on the way home and upon arriving home. Needless to say, I barely got to do any work until after dinner. And so my body clock is all screwy again, which is why I'm awake and writing this now, at two a.m. I am also very, very, very hungry.
I think have a hunger problem. I remember taking up this disorder in Psych 155 that was described as the uncontrollable desire to eat. I think I have a mild form of that. Because seriously, I'm never full for more than an hour. Two at most, if it's really big meal. What's more, a meal for me isn't complete without dessert. I need the last taste in my mouth to be sweet, preferably something chocolate. Fruits don't count; they're usually just the preliminary to the real dessert. The result of all this eating? Flabby arms which I absolutely hate. I'm actually avoiding wearing any sleeveless tops these days, because I hate the way my arms look.
I'm looking forward to the Lenten season because then I'll have more incentive to fast and lose weight. It's so wrong. I'm such a sinner.
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
One, two, three, four, tell me that you love me more
When a sort-of bad day turns good.
It was another one of those mornings. I think the PMS is starting up again. Blah. But there were some high points too. Like Ma'am Mendoza screaming in the middle of the lecture, out of nowhere. Orientation reflex daw, haha. Winner!
I had time to kill before the Phi interview orientation at 5:30, so I met up with Ruari. There were some technical difficulties in getting there, but I think we worked it out. :) Since he wanted to have Wicked Oreos at Flaming Wings, I finally decided to try the linguine with clams. It was really good, and they're really generous with the clams, too. There was just a bit too much oil though. Then Starbucks for an hour--my first visit this week! What an accomplishment. :P Ruari found the signature hot chocolate, non-fat, no-whip, way too chocolate-y. Haha. I guess one chocoholic is plenty for any relationship.
I was glad I attended the orientation. I had some apprehensions about it, but in the end I think I made the right decision. I think I now have a better grasp of just how I need to prepare. Also, I realized how much I really, really, really want this. The fact that I attended is proof of that. I'm going to take every opportunity I can get to ready myself. So that when I finally get there, I have the assurance that I did everything that I possibly could.
It was nice also to see and talk to PMHS alumni. And sell keychains. Haha! Thank you. :)
Another winner today was XKCD. :D Nerdy gets me every time.
It was another one of those mornings. I think the PMS is starting up again. Blah. But there were some high points too. Like Ma'am Mendoza screaming in the middle of the lecture, out of nowhere. Orientation reflex daw, haha. Winner!
I had time to kill before the Phi interview orientation at 5:30, so I met up with Ruari. There were some technical difficulties in getting there, but I think we worked it out. :) Since he wanted to have Wicked Oreos at Flaming Wings, I finally decided to try the linguine with clams. It was really good, and they're really generous with the clams, too. There was just a bit too much oil though. Then Starbucks for an hour--my first visit this week! What an accomplishment. :P Ruari found the signature hot chocolate, non-fat, no-whip, way too chocolate-y. Haha. I guess one chocoholic is plenty for any relationship.
I was glad I attended the orientation. I had some apprehensions about it, but in the end I think I made the right decision. I think I now have a better grasp of just how I need to prepare. Also, I realized how much I really, really, really want this. The fact that I attended is proof of that. I'm going to take every opportunity I can get to ready myself. So that when I finally get there, I have the assurance that I did everything that I possibly could.
It was nice also to see and talk to PMHS alumni. And sell keychains. Haha! Thank you. :)
Another winner today was XKCD. :D Nerdy gets me every time.
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