The Golden Compass

My baby and I decided to watch The golden Compass today after dining once again in City de Luxe (Dagupan should REALLY start putting up new and exciting restaurants to dine in, otherwise, you'd be hearing the same old same old in my blog entries of delectable edibles). didn't take that much pictures today since I wasn't in the mood to perform camwhoring. But anyways, we had their best seller chicken which is basically just like fried chicken coated in a thick breading, and ordered for take out my favorite clubhouse sandwich.

Going back to the movie.

The story is definitely one that doesn't bore you to sleep. Every second counts which is why blinking is not an option to make sure you fully understand the story. The animation was cleanly done, though the movement of the characters was far from believable such as that of Narnia. Other than that, it was a great movie.

This is probably the first movie of Nicole Kidman that I watched since I'm really not a big fan of the actress. And may I say, I'm truly impressed!

Lyra, played by an actress I don't know (I'm too lazy to search for the cast names), was very convincing for her age. I can see why she was picked to play the role and it goes further than just great hair.

I was kinda disappointed since I still don't know what dust is, where her father is, or what happened to Nicole Kidman. All in all, a good movie to watch on your spare time.

And that ends the lousiest movie review in the history of blogging. Sorry guys, something's up lately (and no, it's not my dick) and it's affecting my writing skills haha (if I have one).

Over and Out!

The scales don't lie!

I forgot to post about this frustration of mine that has been going on for more than 38 hours now.

One evening before eating dinner, I decided to go to everyone's enemy, the weighing scale, to catch up on how well I'm doing with the whole weight-gain fight. Sadly, i didn't gain a single pound. As if that wasn't frustrating enough, I was shocked to find out that I am now only 46 kilos! Yes, I even lost more weight. 2 kilos to be exact!

I know I shouldn't have done it, but it was the right decision. If it wasn't for that night, I wouldn't have yanked myself even harder to eat more... and more... and more-ER!

It's soo frustrating when you thought you've been doing well, and all that for nothing.

I need help! Professional medical help! Calling on The Insider, Oprah, Tyra Banks, and Entertainment tonight. Yes, those are what I consider my medical team. I want to be the headlines of every show and everyone's gonna give me great gifts after my success story. (just kidding guys)

Over and Out!

Duty in Manila Part I

This post should've been made a long time ago but I really didn't have the time to transfer the files from my phone to my PC. Anyways, better late than never...

Filipino time means not on time. We were one of the first to arrive.


Where the hell are we?


Luisita was our first stop and nothing screams fast food more than Jollibee


As Irish binged on her crispy chicken, I demurely licked swirly bits off my spoon. (I look anemic... really!)


Time for some camwhoring!


Here's my first and only new found friend from the whole experience, Lovely. (I wish I could say the same with that forehead)


Yes, another pair of sunglasses with newly trimmed side-swept bangs

Over and Out!

Thank God for great professors... I've changed my mind (I think)...

Thank God for great professors...

From the beginning of my school years in college, I don't think I've ever had a great line of professors teaching my subjects than this semester.

I'm happy with all of them since I know I can learn a lot which is what really counts when you're in school. With all the newly hired "instructors" in our department, it's so hard to get the ones which could really impart something other than rumors about other instructors. I don't know why it took me this long to realize that wise professors should never be feared, but taken as a challenge to do better in exams, performing certain procedures, and most especially, considered as people who only wants what's best for us, the students.

My Medical/Surgical instructor was the one who interviewed me about a month ago. She was very intimidating. But the moment I got to talk to her, the intimidation turned into an interest of being her student. She's got the goods to back up her intimidating personality anyways, and that made me more enthusiastic.

My Neuro professor was my Orthopedics professor last semester, Sir Tempra who happens to be a close friend of my boyfriend. He certainly knows how to make the discussion interesting and alive by making it interactive and full of visual aids, something most instructors are not capable of doing.

My Fluids and electrolytes instructor is our school's top notcher in the board exams which I assume would make his discussions very juicy and deemed important.

Nothing could top my list of professors this semester which makes the learning process a bit more interesting.


I've changed my mind...

I may have changed my mind...

Remember the last time I was ranting on how I hate the thought of taking the board exams? Well, I think a little realization has made that decision of mine on the rocks.

Talking to my father days ago made me thought of how little they're asking from me by taking the board exams. After all they did to me, is it selfish of me not to give them what they want for a change? I mean, how hard could it be anyway. No matter what the outcome would be, I'm still gonna do what I want in the end. And it doesn't involve needles, gloves, or any hospital. After going through all the drama, I think I could say in the end that I did what they wanted me to do already with the best of my abilities and efforts. After that, it's my turn to grab a hold of my life.

Over and Out!

Supporters and Sex

I can't seem to blog about anything since I'm so excited in getting my laptop this December 9. I'm trying to save all the good ideas till then. Haha I just constantly imagine myself staying up late, blogging, recording new songs, making podcasts, doing some video blogs, creating digital artworks and editing pictures, augh! the list is simply endless. I mean, I know I'll get tired after all those unimportant things, but I have this attitude of mingling on every feature of a product the first time I get my hands on it. Just like years ago when I got a brand new Nokia 6260. I stayed up till dawn just to play with it and take pictures of myself, I kept on using the GPRS with no intentions of downloading anything, twisted the phone ever so carefully every single time, aahhh... those were the days.

So anyways, for now, I'll just post about what happened earlier this afternoon.

After selecting a new dining table and eating a late lunch at McDonalds, we went to the department store and browsed for sale items we could buy.

I happen to pass by the undergarments section and saw these great boxer briefs with a hand print on each butt cheek. But seriously, do I want hand prints on my butt to begin with? I mean, it's a great idea for design, but in reality, I don't think any respectable Dagupenyo would be caught dead wearing it.

Moving on...

When my mom followed, I pointed to a pair of black Walker supporters and asked her to buy it. Out of freaking nowhere, she suddenly grabbed my hand and whispered: "Baka ikaw nakikipag-contact ka kay Chris magkasakit ka ah." (I don't want to translate since just the thought of her saying that still pisses my last nerve!) She should never assume that Chris has AIDS. For I could be the bearer of the disease (but I don't have AIDS and neither has Chris, just to be clear) and had passed it to him. Never be a judgy-wudgy mother!

I've always wanted to try wearing supporters. I may not have a big dick to support in the first place but who could stop me? The thought of a breezy behind is just what I need when I wear my skinny jeans. Coz seriously, a tight underwear is the last thing you'll ever need with skimpy denims.

I don't know if it's the idea of my ass hole being exposed that gave my mom the idea that wearing supporters screams: "FUCK ME HARD!", but it wasn't my intention at all.

Yes, Chris and I are making love (yes, it's not just an act done out of lust) and there's nothing wrong with that. We are both madly in love and we have no sexual contact with anyone else other than the two of us which makes us free from any disease my mom has in mind.

Safe sex. We are always safe! We make love without the use of handcuffs, sex swings, nor are we fans of bondage. But kidding aside, WE BOTH KNOW WHAT WE'RE DOING! We know that certain behaviors lead to disasters and believe me, we want to live longer. We wouldn't do anything that could give us diseases.

With all that said, it's clear I didn't get the supporter. Maybe I'll just pass on this and move on to thongs! Yihee!

For my mom's reaction on that one, I'll reserve it for another entry.

Over and Out!

7 and stronger!

Happy 7th monthsary to my beloved partner in life, Christian Gamboa!

I may have taken you for granted, but I am doing my best to make up for all my shortcomings.

I enjoyed dinner yesterday, hope you did as well.