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

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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.

I'm a superstar!

Okay, I know audio quality is awful, but for a rookie, I think I did good! Let me know your reactions haha.

DOWNLOAD MY FIRST SINGLE!

Please do finish the whole song.

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Are we really fighting for acceptance?

To get my mind off over the whole break up thing, I want to post an entry that I've long kept in my thoughts, so better release it now.

I remember the first time ever reading the word bimale. It was on a local chat room on television and my brother was with me. I asked him what it was and neither of us knew the answer. Later on, I interacted with the person who apparently had his number posted as well. I asked him what it meant and he said, "silahis, lalaki may gusto sa kapwa lalaki" (Basically, it's a guy wanting a guy as well).

That same day, my vocabulary was introduced to several more terms I never thought existed. Bisexual, Tripper, Transgender, Transvestite, Discreet, Blatant, and the likes. It was a rainbow spectrum of personalities and I was having a difficult time digesting everything all at the same time.

As the year passed, I finally got my questions answered, my words strongly defined, and my mind at ease knowing that in that gray area, my entirety belongs.

But with that came conflicts, misunderstandings, and unending arguments. Some find it a disorder, others a shame. Not everyone seemed to have the open mind like I do, like we do.

I remember this great movie, wherein mutants live amongst humans. In the last part of the trilogy, a "cure" was found for the mutants. But not all of them were happy about it. Because for them, being a mutant wasn't a disease that needed treatment.

That is the kind of life homosexuals live.

We are all a part of this place we call Earth, and individuality sets us apart from other animals. The uniqueness we are endowed with is a matter of choice. The choice to whether embrace it, or the choice to hide it from shallow society cliches.

The thought of being labeled, called with derogatory terms, discriminated, is wrecking. What's worse? We are even discriminated by those who are among us. So where do we stand now? Let's ask ourselves constantly with this question: "Are we really fighting for acceptance?". If so, let us start within ourselves. For no one would believe that we want to be accepted, if the fault is committed by those who are fighting for such justice.

I have long fought for who I am, who I want to be, and the rights I should be given. Only to realize in the end, that we shouldn't be fighting to justify who we are. We are what we are, and no one could put us in a category of mavericks.

Nothing is wrong with us! There's something wrong with YOU! For not being able to understand the world's inevitable growing qualities.

Today, I have decided where all this is going, and in the end, WE are to succeed. I proudly shout and say: "BAKLA AKO! MAY REKLAMO?"

*thank you to AJ Matela for giving me the courage to put myself out there with no doubts and hesitations. Your tag line made me realize that no one could ever be in a position to define who we are.

What's the big idea?

While watching the news during dinner earlier this evening, the report was about this Taiwan Toilet Restaurant.

They serve food on what looks like a toilet bowl, the customers sit on a closed toilet, and drink on... guess what?

No, that is not a picture of a pitcher my friends, those are urinals.

Are these now the modern definitions of the words: innovation, uniqueness, and individualism? Looks as though the modern minds are diverted into the mavericks.

Here's what's bothers me. Has your GI tract ever had that nasty day that you had to take about more than 4 visits to the comfort room? That by the fourth time, the look of s**t seems but natural? Or how about the time you were hospitalized and was bedridden that you had to pee on a urinal?

Done imagining? Now put those thoughts into a crazier picture. Where your s**t and urine used to be is now replaced with yummy treats.

I don't know about you but crazy would be an understatement for this idea. Then again, it just might be me.

Let me know your thoughts!

Over and Out!

Dind! Dong! The bitch's threaded!

Just when you thought you could trust a professional to do the threading, they commit the 8th deadliest sin: BAD EYEBROWS!

Could I reiterate more that just like girls, gay guys are in a whole lot of trouble when they don't get their eyebrows shaped (okay, could I be any more superficial?).

Anyways, I just have to mention the name of their company so other gay guys could not suffer the hell I had to go through. Skin 'N Face by Dra. Nisce.

For those not from Dagupan, Dra. Nisce is like the Vicky Belo of our little province minus the liposuctions. She is known for solving your pimple problems but sadly was not able to cure my acne-infected face. And now my latest rant! How could she not have trained the ladies to do good MALE eyebrows! I mean, sure, other gay guys might have loved to get girly arcs but I for one DO NOT!

Enough ranting and let's get to my horrible picture!

Notice my depression? My emotions say SAD while my eyebrows say MAD. Damn it!

I remember specifically before we began the threading that I stated these 3 important rules:

1. Not too thin
2. Don't make an arc
3. I don't want eyebrows that looks surprised or bitchy

Was it soo hard to abide by my innocent rules? Maybe I shouldn't have worn mascara and not given her the impression that I'm gay. But hello! Gay or not these are eyebrows I can't live with till they grow out. And another thing, threaded eyebrows don't grow quickly my friends so just imagine the pain I have to go through?

But what can we do? The lady has committed the impossible (turning a gay man even gayer). In times like these I always get by with the best regimen. And that is to look on the brighter side.

Let's start!

On the bright side...

I am one step away from becoming my alter ego.

On the bright side...

I have more reasons to laugh than this girl.

On the bright side...

I can finally pull myself away from the mascara and be less gayer than I already am.

And last but not the least, On the bright side...

At least I still have eyebrows compared to that of La Lisa.

So there, that ends my misery somehow. I went into the battle field, fought with the pain of every strand pulled out, and left with a shock on my face. But who's to blame? As much as I want to blame the innocent bitch who did this to me, it was still I who wanted them threaded in the first place.

MORAL LESSON IN THIS TRAGIC STORY?

Don't let her get away the next time around!...

Over and Outch! Out!

REMCYL's ONLY tip on what to give this Christmas!

QUESTION:"What should I get my loved ones this season?"
ANSWER:"You can buy them anything, it's the thought that counts."

Okay, the question is overly asked I can't even begin to tell you how cliche it's turning out. The ironic thing is, the answer to the question is even more cliche.

The answer my dear friends is simple.

For the past years, I too had given up answering the same old question since my conscience has always outrun me by constantly reminding me that it's the thought that really counts. Come to think of it, why haven't I put these words into reality.

I mean, we've always said that the thought matters, then why haven't we thought of more thoughtful gifts. Today, we end the questioning and begin the action.

Here's my idea (well, actually, I got it by reading the PDI) to pass. Instead of giving someone a material gift, why not donate to charity in your friend's name and tell him your good deed. Send your donations to an orphanage, learn how you can help at hospitals, church, or your local community, there's an endless list of things you can do. You've made your gift meaningful, at the same time, making others feel the true meaning of the season, LOVE.

All we need is love as the old song goes, and that might have been taken for granted lately, but it's never too late. Change is inevitable so why not give it a try.

Over and Out!

At Augh!... Plastic!...

At Augh!...

I was supposed to publish this in line with my shopping for skinny jeans but it was only today that i had the patience to do it. haha

So anyways, after picking up the jeans from the rack, I've realized that I was about to purchase size 25 denim from Dickies. It's not the fact that it was 600 bucks that startled me, but the fact that I am a size 25! Seriosuly, could I be any more anorexic?! It's not funny anymore!

I mean, sure for the ladies this would be their dream waistline, but for a gay guy like me, this is certainly not in my wish list. My weight better change before the year ends or I'm really putting into consideration those weight-gain pills.

Plastic!...

As if that wasn't enough depression. The day I bought those jeans made me realize how much I hate plastics! No, we're not talking about those who friends who stab you behind your back when you're not looking. We're talking about these non-biodegradable bitches we use every single day.

Shouldn't it be about time Filipinos should reconsider these things? Why not just bring a big bag (please don't think about bringing a bayong at a mall, they're exclusive only to the market) and place all your purchases there. It puts you in a better position realizing that you don't have to throw or burn something that could ruin the environment later on.

I don't know about you, but I think it's about time we join those Celebrities campaigning against the use of plastic. Paper bags are available anyway so why not put them to good use, right?

So the next time you plan on going shopping, going to the grocery store or market, oh I don't know...maybe thinking of buying your next porn to add to your collection, don't tolerate the producers in using plastic. Spread the word and make this world plastic-free!

Over and Out!

I NEED HELP!

Okay, I know that may sound a bit too paranoid, but I realized I could only solve my number one problem if I blog about it. So here goes...

I think it's pretty obvious I've been blogging long posts for the past 2 months and I want to trim them down when they appear. I've been seeing several blogs in blogspot already having entries that are long but are shortened with the "Read more..." link.

Could anyone please help me in doing that. I would very much appreciate it.

Thank You!

Over and Out!

Delectable Edible #003: Gerry's Grill (Tuna Belly and Sizzling Sisig)

Gerry's Grill is one of the few quality restaurants here in Dagupan that caters to music lovers by having bands play as they let their customers experience fine dining. Or maybe not.

Gerry's Grill really isn't located in Dagupan since it belongs to the family of restaurants in Calasiao. Not too far though from where I live. For those unfamiliar, you can't really miss it since beside it is Jollibee and Dagupena (to be reviewed soon!).

Ambience: The place offers two choices in dining. You could either stay inside, where an AC is available, or outside where the band is playing. It's pretty weird having a band outside especially with all the rains we've been experiencing lately, and the only thing that keeps the band sheltered is a big umbrella, enough for three members and their instruments (if the band has drums then it's just wet look for them right there and then).

We decided to stay outside to get a feel of the music with the dining. Just like the band, some of the tables are also sheltered by umbrellas. I was kinda disappointed with the table we had since there's nothing I hate more than rocking tables or chairs for that matter. But anyways
, too late to move out.

Band: Augh! Could they be any more awful? I understand if they have pressure in finding bands to play every night, but trust me, they could certainly do better. Maybe it was just that night that it was bad, but to Gerry's Grill, it's about time you reconsider that trio of yours. The girl was going to church, the guy on keyboards on the other hand was going to a christening, and the guitarist was the only one dressed to perform. All in all, no coordination with the outfits, and I find it amusing how all of them somehow manage to get the lyrics all wrong (not to mention problems with their P's and F's).

Food #1: Tuna Belly

Not much to say really. The grilled belly was perfectly soft but can't make up for the flavorless dish. For no reason at all, there was way too much pepper, which can be typical for a grilled dish, but it did nothing for the fish at all. Even the presentation can't save this dish's life.

Good for one if you ask me. Enough to fill one's stomach. But we both shared of course.

Judgment: 3 out of 5 stars

Food #2: Sizzling Sisig

When we looked at the menu, oh wait! Before we get to this sisig dish, I just wanna rant comment on their menu. On several dishes, they had this sort of caption in parenthesis, such as this sizzling sisig. It was written there that it was their best seller, which to me was cliche, since every bar here in Dagupan has sisig as their best seller. Another one was the sizzling pusit if I'm not mistaken, which apparently was what made Gerry's Grill famous. I don't know about you but shouldn't dishes speak for themselves rather than the menu speaking for them? I mean, let the people be the judge for that rather than the establishment saying it. It could be true, but I need proof people! Haha

Okay, now the dish.

The serving of the sisig was enough for two if you're not too hungry. It had a very unique crunch which was surprising since I rarely get that sensation in my mouth with grilled foods. This dish goes perfect with some soy sauce which comes for free, haha. In my opinion though, order this when you're planning to drink or get drunk coz making it a part of your meal isn't a good idea.

Judgment: 2 out of 5 stars

And there you have it, Gerry's Grill! A good place for that low-key date you've been planning.

Not to mention, another good place to do some camwhoring...

Over and Out!

Just when you thought...

Just when you thought that my putting on smoky eyes was gay, I have probably done the unthinkable.

I've purchased women's apparel.

No, I didn't buy a skirt or a tube top, just ladies' skinny jeans from Dickies. Cherry invited me to go shopping and having enough money at hand, I decided to join her since I've been planning to buy one for quite some time now.

I was all prepped up and ready to go, very excited actually since I have no idea what I'm in for. Questions rattled my mind such as, "Would I get the Nicole Richie type? Or maybe just the usual ones?", you know, just silly stuffs. I mean, it's not everyday I decide to buy clothing in the girl's section, right? So just cut me some slack.

Anyways, I was able to find in the quickest way possible, the best one in Nepo's entirety, the Dickies skinny jeans.

Notice how the two pockets differ? The stitches might not be too unique, but the style got me hooked.

And who doesn't love the washed out effect? (Don't answer that)

And here's the tag just to prove to you guys that it's really Dickies GIRL

Ahh, I can't wait to try them on! Say FABULOUS!!!

Over and Out!

Episode #001: Hospital check-up

Yes, I have ventured into the unknown... Video blogging!

I've tried it out and let's see if I get good reviews on my rookie work.

Episode #001 is about the hospital trip I've been dying to go to. You'll pretty much hear me say, "Well anyways", or maybe, "...stop...", but what the heck, I think I did pretty good. I'll just do better the next time around.

Over and Out!

Just what I needed...

Yup! It's officially the day I get myself checked once again. Official time, 1:33 in the morning and I can't bring myself to shut these damn eyes.

After blogging 3 entries for my brother, I ran out of things to do so I just waited for my baby to be online in Gtalk. I was a bit worried since he wasn't replying to my text messages, but I guess he just took a break.

So anyways, worried as I could ever be about the whole check-up thing, I was suddenly taken aback from my fear with this little chat we had.

Baby: bhe, gcing ka pa (Baby, you're still awake?)
Remcyl: di ako makatulog eh, iniisip ko result bukas (I can't sleep, I'm thinking of tomorrow's results)
Baby: naku rest ka na bhe wag mo isipin un (Take a rest baby, don't think about it) anything can happen
Remcyl: what if meron ulit? (What if another clot is found?)
Baby: just think that we're here for u, nothing will change, life has its ending
Remcyl: thank you bhe, now i can sleep well knowing that... I LOVE YOU!
Baby: mawawala din tau lahat pero wag mo isipin un i love u 2 wag ka na magisip ng kung ano (All of us will leave this world but don't think about that yet. I love you too. Don't worry too much)
Remcyl: okay bhe, cge tulog na me... wag na din u magpapagod maxado ah... mwah! nytnyt my sweet angel! (Okay baby, I'll sleep now... Don't tire yourself too much... mwah! Goodnight my sweet angel!)

Aaahhh! Don't you just melt with those sweet words. In times of anxiousness such as the state I am in right now, knowing that someone special is thinking of you and cares for you is all you need to give you the sleep you need to remove that anxiety.

Thank you my dear sweet angel for all the love!

Could I be any more blessed?

Over and Out!

Me scared. . .

Okay, the reason for me not blogging even if I have all these ideas I wanna get out in my head is because I have an appointment with my neurologist tomorrow. After 3 years post-operation of nothing bad happening with my head, I've been feeling migraines, dizziness, and lightheaded lately.

Frankly you guys, I'm scared.

What if something IS wrong with my head again?

I hope not! I'm not ready to find out, but I realized just now, when could I ever be ready? This should be something I'm more than ready to face since I've been through more difficult times than this. I mean really, after my skull being opened and muscles taken out to wrap veins with, a check-up is nothing.

But I do need the biggest help from you guys, through prayers. I know we haven't shared that much yet, but I am hoping for your warm consideration to my request.

Will be updating you tomorrow as soon as I get the results with pictures of the trip and the check-up.

Over and Out!

Random thoughts: Obese jeans... Shopping... Friendly visit... To a healthier me!...

Obese Jeans...

So I had this thought for quite some time now, I just was not able to take the photos I wanted to make this entry possible. To start off, everyone probably knows by now how much I adore skinny jeans. I only have one pair and sadly, it even belongs to my sister. I can't buy one since men's skinny jeans are still not skinny enough for me that I have to purchase the ones for girls. If you happen to know a brand that caters to my size, let me know ASAP. So anyways, I've been seeing girls at the mall sporting skinny jeans fabuleux and noticed plus sized women wearing them too. But could they still be called skinny jeans if they're worn by non-skinny women?

You might be saying how rude I'm being for trying to label such simple idea, but to the contrary, I love it when plus size women wear skinny jeans for them. Voluptuousness has never been more beautifully flaunted than this. I just want to have an official name for it so we know what to call it.

So what do you think guys? Yes to obese jeans? Or still call them what they are?

Shopping...

My baby and I recently went shopping which was a big leap from the usual movie marathon and fine dining experiences. We had lots of fun trying to find the best deals in the small City mall we had to work with.

So here we go!

My baby bought these three items which were great! The polo shirts were great buys thanks to Molecules. The green number fits him perfectly and the pattern is superb, while the gray stripes with a bicollar is sooo flattering to his skin tone. Then he bought regular straight denim at Penshoppe in a dark blue hue which fits to him like silk. I'm really glad he chose this in his "right" size since most of his jeans I think are bigger. Can't wait till he tries them on.





I on the other hand only had one room for my purchase and I decided to spend it on this fabulous Bench cap. It's in this great soft fabric and the color is just soothing to my sight.

Friendly visit...

My cousins from Manila recently visited us and I forgot to post an entry about all the fun we had but anyways, better late than never, right?

This ladies and gentlemen, and to my fellow gay people, is my cousin's second son, AJ. He decided to play with the laundry basket so I tagged along with his game of Who wants to be a beekeeper.

Then here's her third son, Josh, who I took for a stroll on the beach for more than 8 laps just so he could sleep soundly. And thank God he did. With a little help from my P990i, my mission was accomplished.

Here's kuya paul trying to feed him with some Quake Cake...


To a healthier me!...

Okay, this might sound a bit childish, but I've forgotten about drinking milk daily. Calcium! Hello! I need it badly, especially because I think I'm at risk for scoliosis. So starting tonight, I add this to my nightly regimen.

Cheers to a healthier me!

Over and Out!

Is it really that big a deal?... Good photography if you ask me

Is it really that big a deal?...

The Board!

The word is just torture to my ears!

My mom and i had been arguing about the board for a couple of days now and she pulled my last string this time around.

Okay, you might be asking yourselves WTF am I talking about?

It's the board exams. What every self-confessed nursing student must go through to be a certified and registered nurse. Apparently according to her, I must have it too.

Maybe it's better if I put it into scripts.

Mom: Let's talk shall we. What are your plans?

Me: I wanna cut hair.

Mom: You just want to stay this way forever?

Me: Stay as what?

Mom: Don't you want to earn 2.8 million a year?

Me: I don't care if I earn that much or nothing at all. I find it a waste

Mom: Why would it be a waste?

Me: Why should I go through all that when I won't even practice that profession?

Mom: It's not that I am against cutting hair, but I just want you to have options.

Me: Then what is your problem with me cutting hair?
Mom: I don't know who you are anymore. I don't know what you want to do with your life

---walkout from Mom---

What's up with that?!

She left with nothing resolved. How immature!

I did the walkout thing with my friends and/or classmates before but grew out of it somehow. I've learned that the best way to handle a situation is with open communication and and open mind. I can't believe that my mom would just walk out on me like that and leave me fucked up!

First of all, I'm okay with the thought of having options in life, but hello! I gave up my passion for singing just because she wasn't okay with it, saying that it's a temporary job with no shelf life. I won't do that again to my passion for cutting hair! Never!

The thing is, the last time we've talked regarding my future, and God give me another blood clot in the head if I'm lying, she told me to just give her a degree and I can do anything I want. And now what? A degree is followed by an exam that is way too expensive that we could hardly afford?

Secondly, she keeps on saying that they could make ways in giving us that money for the review. I'm no blind, but I am fully aware of what we can afford and I'm done with them borrowing money just so they could do these things. I appreciate the effort and all, but frankly, after all the review and exam I'd be doing? What is it all for? I have, over the years, learned the value of education, but is my choice saying it isn't? Why not just spend it on something that could help me in the future with the career of my choice, right?

Lastly, I believe I am old enough to make personal decisions such as this on my own. My boyfriend has always told me that you should always fight for your beliefs especially if it's what's right, and i know THIS is what's right.

Final decision: I'm not taking that board! A stylist could never use it for anything.

Good photography if you ask me...

Here's a couple of amateur photographs I took with my Sony Ericsson P990i. Great quality I believe!





Over and Out!