My Death Note Character

The Guru Hath Spoken...

EXPOSE

I was on duty as usual as a spy/detective/secret agent, was bored to death and had nothing to report back to our headquarters. I was on my usual spontaneous visiting of places when I got the chance to pass by this group of people that gave me a fresh paper and new Parker fountain pen to write their scandalous work during thier duty on NICU/DR of, well, I'm not THAT lax of my data.

However, the scenes I've caught should be taken a second look.

Student Nurses Caught in the Act

Here is a look of one of the "crazier" student nurses of the batch.

There will be denial, but you be the judge.

The Door

The door that will soon be squirted with blood and goodness knows what else.

And shouts of mercy will be heard.

From what you may ask...

Believe me, you don't want to know.

THE CRIB

This is the crib where the newborns are put in to while the ones in charge bring them to the NICU to have their very first taking care of. The question is, are they really taken care of?

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This group of nursing students was, I believe, given specific instructions not to use cellphones during their 8-hour shift. And believe me, txting and calling would be quite a problem since there was no signal in their area.

But this was not a problem to our little nurses...

They were here to chat after all.

The cellphone craze lives on...

And to those who were bored to tears decided to use their tears in a more productive way. That is, by reading novels [another violation, i believe].
Yes, with the "sterile" mask still on.


And this is one of the terrifying and disturbing parts. Check it yourself.

Scary, right?

These are shots of a student trying to be the next commercial model of Pepsi. Talk about horror.

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Oh yeah, they also took care of the newborns when they were not so busy doing "other" stuff

And those who had "pre and post-precedure" shots...

But sadly there were those who willingly had their foolishness documented...

**This is written by a crazy but hot anonymous "detective". Those written here may be fictional. Or real. Who knows? But one thing is for sure, the pictures speak for themselves.

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I don't want to sleep tonight for I miss you. For some reason I cannot comprehend I long to hear your voice telling me of the harshness of this world. I'm dying to see your long lost forgotten smile.

And I cannot sleep. I don't want to for tonight I miss you. And tomorrow is a promise of not remembering you. The bitter memories of the past would make me numb of your existence or used-to-be existence. And I don't want to wake up to that. I want to stay missing you. Because I know I should. And I do. I do miss you, I think I forever will. But reality really bites.

And I'll forever love you, even if you never felt the same way. I know how you preferred her over me. I know that when you were saying you pitied her, you were really wishing she was your own. And I don't want to cry over someone who didn't want me. I can do better.

Except I see your last look, the empty eyes. I remember how you reached your hand, asking me to hold it. I see the blood and I hear your labored breathing. And I can't help but cry.

more "me"

i got addicted. perfect time really. big tests tomorrow. oh well.

You Are Austin

A little bit country, a little bit rock and roll. You're totally weird and very proud of it. Artistic and freaky, you still seem to fit in... in your own strange way. Famous Austin residents: Lance Armstrong, Sandra Bullock, Andy Roddick

What American City Are You?

haha.

You Have Low Self Esteem 72% of the Time

You tend to blame yourself when things go wrong, regardless of whether it's your fault or not. You're anxious to please others and rely too much on their opinions. Learn to please yourself first, and your confidence will soar.

How is Your Self Esteem?

emote.emote.

Your Personality Profile

You are dependable, popular, and observant. Deep and thoughtful, you are prone to moodiness. In fact, your emotions tend to influence everything you do. You are unique, creative, and expressive. You don't mind waving your freak flag every once and a while. And lucky for you, most people find your weird ways charming!

The World's Shortest Personality Test

hmmm...

You are Barefoot!

You're a total free spirit, go with the flow girl You can't be restricted by shoes for very long And unsuprisingly, the same goes for men Your match is out there - and he's as carefree as you are

What Kind Of Women's Shoe Are You?

not a plebian. more like a uh, free spirited person. haha.

You Are Gonzo the Great

"Is something burning in here? Oh, it's just me." You're a total nutball who will do anything for attention. The first to take a dare, you'll pull almost any stunt. You're one weird looking creature, but your chickens don't mind!

The Muppet Personality Test

i knew it! i have ADHD. You see I was oh, a butterfly!

You Are a Caramel Crunch Donut

You're a complex creature, and you're guilty of complicating things for fun. You've been known to sit around pondering the meaning of life... Or at times, pondering the meaning of your doughnut. To frost or not to frost? To fill or not to fill? These are your eternal questions.

What Donut Are You?

aha! it is true folks. i am the reincarnation of Confucius [minus the Chinese look]. i am indeed a pheelosoper. yup. also a speler.

The Part of You That No One Sees

You are balanced, peaceful, and sincere. You're the type of person who goes along to get along. And you're definitely afraid of rocking the boat. Underneath it all, you fear your world is falling apart. You'll put up with a situation that you don't like in fear of changing it. Disruptive and forceful people intimidate you - and sometimes exploit you.

What's the Part of You That No One Sees?

ooh. i see.

You Are 80% Bipolar

You're more than moody - you're a bit unstable. If your mood swings are effecting your life, you may need to seek help.

Are You Bipolar?

starry starry night paint your palettes blue and grey...

Your Geek Profile:

Fashion Geekiness: High Movie Geekiness: High SciFi Geekiness: Moderate Academic Geekiness: Low Internet Geekiness: Low Music Geekiness: Low Gamer Geekiness: None Geekiness in Love: None General Geekiness: None

How Geeky Are You?

oh, gery's is on. gotta go.

quick post

so i saw potato's blogthings and i decided to post one too but with my fave color - green (what else?)! haha.

You Are Emerald Green

Deep and mysterious, it often seems like no one truly gets you. Inside, you are very emotional and moody - though you don't let it show. People usually have a strong reaction to you... profound love or deep hate. But you can even get those who hate you to come around. There's something naturally harmonious about you.

What Color Green Are You?

fly little birdie...

I saw a bird today. A little bird inside the church. I thought it was attacking people and I wanted it to attack me so I could have the chance to catch it. But all that notion vanished when it nestled on a table a few chairs in front of where I was seated. It was a little birdie. It wasn't attacking people. It was a little birdie who still didn't know how to fly well. It looked a little lost too. I found it strange that he was learning how to fly inside a church. But then, I thought, what better place?

It then went on top of the confession barrier [you know, that little wall which separates you from the priest while you tell him your deepest darkest regrets in life]. It stayed there all throughout the eucharist. I know it's bad but I couldn't take my eyes off the little birdie. I wasn't able to catch what the priest was saying because my eyes were glued and my mind was racing.

I find it fascinating that a little bird knows where to go when it feels lost and weak. Maybe he didn't really mean to go to the House of God, maybe it was all coincidence, but it's nice to think that a little bird like him knew where to go. It makes us, humans, seem more lost than he is.

I think, for what it costs, we should take a hint from that little birdie. Take a leaf from his book.

Ask guidance from the Father for only He can make us fly...

local celebrities

I am an optimist but I am also a pessimist. I see the best in people but I also see their flaws. But right now I am an optimist.

I admire a lot of people particularly celebrities. Some would think it very shallow but when you are in front of the television or in the cinemas almost all of your free time, you would know what I mean. There's Kate Beckinsale for her multilingual accent, Mery Streep for the way she speaks, Ellen Page and Miley Cyrus for their amazing achievements at such a young age, Julia Roberts for simply being the way she is [lol], Britney Spears for being alive even when almost everyone is kicking her ass, Mother Teresa of Calcutta for being able to do all the things she did while she was alive, if you knew me you would know there's more from where that came from.

But casting aside all of these glamorous and well-known people, there are also real actual can-be-touched-with-my-bare-hands-without-the-possibility-of-being-on-the-tabloids individuals whom I admire. Ever since I could remember, I've gathered up the names of the individuals who have in some way influenced who I am. I've never said it to them out loud. Of course I will never admit that, or I might if I'm intoxicated. But now I have a whole new bunch of people to add on my list and I would like to give them the proper recognition, even if they really won't be recognized. I'm sure they'll know if it was them.

• She's the epitome of royalty. As far as I know she isn't blue-blooded but you'll be surprised of how noble this girl can be. She has her own set of values and stick by them. She's well known but still knows how to mingle with the masses. I guess that's how she became well known in the first place. She's smart althougth at times she has doubts of her own capabilities. Guys of all ages admire her, and girls idolize her. It seems at first look that she has everything a girl could ask for. But hey, you'll never know.

• A person of her own. She's one who you cannot mess with. She may be strange and weird but she knows who she is, what she wants and how to get them. A person of very high intelligence, that would be her! She may look like a little kid but all of that notion would fly with the wind once you get to talk to her. She is very mature and knows mature stuff more than your average freshie. She's cute and charming. This marionette could talk for hours and you'll find yourself mesmerized by her.

• A true gentleman. He can be annoying sometimes but you can't help but notice his genuine likeness in helping people. May it be in cleaning, tests, money, he is always there for everyone. Oh, especially with papers. He is a person who is always all ears but who has his own drama to bitch. He is also a clever one. You can see him writing furiously on his notebook or listening eagerly at the teacher. He has confessed of having two sides and personally, I like this childlike side better.

• Creative, spunky and downright frank, that would be this girl. She sometimes goes along peer pressure [fyi: it's positive pressure] but it all molded her into what she is right now. Because of her stylish and cosmopolitan look people would not regard her as a devout but she is. She is also very smart although she can be sidetracked at times. She has a very bubbly personality who believes in waiting for the right moment. She's true to herself and her friends and everyone else around her.

• She has a lot of things going for her. She's the top of her class [as far as I know], close to God and very nice. I don't know her that much but what I do know of her is enough for me to admire her. She doen't let teenage pressure get to her. She doesn't conform; she looks for her own voice. A good daughter, a helpful friend and a faithful servant, what more could you ask for?

• Brain on heels. Looking for a savvy ingenious lady? This would be your girl. She's quick-witted, pretty, and very down-to-earth. If there's anyone who would not boast of her acheivements, who would just shrug off all the teases and praises people give, that would be her. She's funny and knows how to be good friend and have a good time. Very responsible too, may I add. A really good catch for all the deserving guys out there. But she's a good daughter who puts studies first.

My mind is about to burst with all the positive things I've written. It's like rewriting the freaking yearbook. Yeah, pessimism hits me again. There are more people I admire but I'm not in my right mind to write nice fluffy stuff anymore. Oh, and those local celebrities up there have flaws too but since I'm being all nice and optimistic, the good ones are what has been typed in here. Besides, they are all generally good people. They are my friends, aren't they?

**I would be adding people on this list from time to time.

What if God was one of us?

About two thosand years ago [I'm not good with facts] people were all in denial that the Mesiah has finally arrived. Except for a handful of people, they were all condemning Jesus for claiming that He is the son of God.

It is now 2008. The prophesized apocalypse did not and has not happened yet. But things have happened, like the super typhoons, destruction of the Twin Towers, global warming, the list goes on. We might feel at times that God isn't around, that He's just some fictitious character created by mankind to hide a deep secret. If this is the case, how can we explain us being here right now at this moment? Science may have logical explanations but what governs science? Wouldn't you feel empty to realize that this is all there is to living? That what we have right now is all we have and that there's nothing more? Wouldn't that make our lives here on Earth meaningless?

The wrong person was nailed on the cross. They say it saved humanity. This heroic act is written in the bible, it's in the prayers, it'a all but voiced out almost all the days of our lives and you would think people would be more careful from then on. But they still walk on the street like they own it, like there's no greter deity than they. But what if Jesus is yet again walking the same street you walk on to? What if He is that old man who smiled at you or that little girl with those bright eyes looking at everything around her? What if He's the beggar on the side of the street or the rich lady teeming with jewelry inside her ritzy Mercedez?

We'll never know, would we? But that doesn't mean we should just let what happened two thousand years ago happen again. History shouldn't repeat itself especially not this history. So I say be kind to everyone you meet. Be genuine all the time [well, not all the time 'coz there are times that we have to put a face for the best of things]. But what I'm trying to say is God works in mysterious ways so it's better if we just try to be nice and helpful to all our brothers and sisters and do our best in all the things we do since we don't know what goes on in His mind. And since it's what He wants us to do, to be.

God may be amongst us, or He may be all of us. After all, God is in everything He made.

postmortem blues

Where have all my aspirations gone?

Have they flown away just like the birds in the sky?

Have they been washed away by the pouring rain?

Have they ran away along with all the principles and beliefs I held on to when I was young and naive?

As I sit here and type away on my keyboard I can't help but realize how different I was a year ago...

A year ago I wouldn't have settled for anything just because I have no other choice. I would have made my own option.

A year ago I would have stopped in my tracks and dropped the remaining coins from my purse into the eager hands of the Lola at the side of the street instead of closing my eyes and wishing she wasn't there.

A year ago I would have fought for what I deem was right instead of shrinking in my seat, lips tightly sealed because of lack of confidence.

A year ago I could only dream of watching medical procedures on Grey's Anatomy instead of dreaming of being able to watch it first hand.

A year ago I had been talking to Erndy about our dreams of becoming linguists. Now I have been having conversations about the different sexually transmitted diseases you can get by not having safe sex or the meaning of fellatio and cunnilingus

A year ago I loved English with such a passion that I didn't care if my Physics grade was below average. Now I just don't care.

A year ago I devotedly joined prayer meetings and recollections. Now I sometimes have reluctance in going to Perpetual Masses.

A year ago I wouldn't have cared what others thought of me or if I have pleased anyone. I might have worries then if I get anyone pissed but that's it. No pleasing, no seeming.

Now I wonder if I can have all of those back because quite honestly, I miss that person with all those principles and dreams.

Where have that person gone? She died. And along with her death is the loss of my sense of identity.

I guess that's how I lost my mojo.

Rhetorics of a Cheater

Beads of sweat were threatening to fall from my forehead as my lucky (that was crap, entirely crap) pen, which was paused in midair at loss of anything to write at the blank sheet of paper staring in front of me, was held tightly by my dominating hand making my knuckles appear sickly white. This physical facade was nothing compared to the battle in progress inside my system. Butterflies of all kinds were dueling their way out while I tried my hardest not to burst into tears at the soon anticipated end of my academe years.

As I contemplated my next move, a glimpse of the paper nestled on the desk next to mine caught my attention and somehow the clean filled out sheet brought out buried insecurities within me.

Yes, before all the greed for instant answers there is that self pity that goes way beyond the person's inability to think and come up for the answers. You see, all the childhood fears and self doubts begin rushing out and somehow lowers a person's self esteem. All of this because of a person's impotence to answer the damn test questions.

When the panic starts forming in my gut, I decided to ask for the unknown answers from my (apparently) genius seat mate. During these times, whenever answers are given, there seems to be an unwritten deal between the giver and asker. You (as the asker) have to lend a hand if a help is needed by the other (the giver). It's an obligation you have to fulfill since the giver “helped” you out, you have to do the exact same thing. You OWE him that. But this is actually pretty okay since a deuce takes place and you would not have to feel guilty anymore. You do not have any debt to pay the "genius one". You're even. :)

The mere asking for the answer is actually a pretty hard task, not only because getting caught by the teacher is inevitable but also because you are also proving to others, as well as to yourself, that you, indeed, do not know the answer and pretty much do not know anything. This is again another question of lowering your self esteem. Talk about deflating a person's ego.
So, as you can see, cheating is not what it all cut out to be. All bad things have a background history so you better see all sides of the story before lashing that sharp tongue of yours.

I know, I know, just study so that you won't have this problem in the first place, right? Well, dearie, this brings out another set of insecurities you know. How would you admit to yourself that you are actually really as stupid as you think you are? So, the not studying thing? It's just a defense mechanism so that you will not have to admit the fact that you are really an idiot. Cheaters have a lot of issues, don't they?

So please spare people the emotional turmoil of self doubt and just lower your arm, make your handwriting larger and more eligible, tip your paper a little on the left. Yes, that's it. After all, you don't want to live forever with the guilt that you're the cause of your friend's breakdown, do you?

nostalgia

It's still raining. I don't feel bitchy anymore though. On the contrary, I feel wistful and nostalgic (hence the title). Damn rain. **sigh**
This is a song from Toy Story 2 [Jessie's story of how her beloved owner has forsaken her]...

When She Loved Me
Sarah McLachlan

When somebody loved me
Everything was beautiful
Every hour spent together
Lives within my heart

And when she was sad
I was there to dry her tears
And when was happy
So was i
When she loved me

Through the summer and the fall
We had each other that was all
Just she and i together
Like it was meant to be

And when she was lonely
I was there to comfort her
And i knew that she loved me

So the years went by I stayed the same
But she began to drift away
I was left alone
Still i waited for the day
When she'd say "I will always love you"

Lonely and forgotten
Never thought she'd look my way
She smiled at me and held me just like she used to do
Like she loved me
When she loved me

When somebody loved me
Everything was beautiful
Every hour spent together
Lives wintin my heart
When she loved me.

---For my beloved Patricia---

Bitch From the East

Looking in your deep deep eyes
It felt like we were meant to be
But then this witch came by
Took your hand and went on her knee
You looked like you wanted to die

Home was our destination
We are the epitome of love in this nation
But the troll appeared and stole my kiss
Her stale breath was hard to miss
And her hideous hair, what's not to dis?

I wish you'd know what I want to show
Don't you see the bitch is she?
I know it's hard to swallow but she really is shallow
If you give her up, you'll surely be on top
So break her heart and let her hear your fart.

---- Yeah, yeah, I know it sucks but I was bored and it was [still is] cold and I was inspired by that song Ugly Girl. Lol. ^_^ I apologize if anyone got offended or if I struck a nerve. And I also apologize for the rather vulgar words. ----

tiDBits about moi...

• i'm a girl. i just want that to be crystal clear.

• i love love love traveling. or would love to since i have never really done the whole traveling thing where you go to a foreign place -and when i say foreign i do mean foreign, like a totally new place for adventure and culture- and do not know a single soul and is just breathing in its culture and tradition. i'm getting giddy just thinking about it. **giggles**


• i love green. if you do not know that, you really don't know me. poor you.


• i love ice cream. strawberry ice cream. yummy.


• i'd rather have quiet holiday nights than loud and messy ones. except for new year. you've got to grab the attention of the Big Guy above on that day.


• i believe in karma. it really does slap you in the face.


• i have a self-confessed addiction to grey's anatomy. at least this addiction doesn't bring me to rehab. or dui. or get me pregnant. the list goes on.


• i've never been in love.


• i'm a people-pleaser which i truly truly hate. i just can't bear people getting mad or whatever but i guess that makes me weak which brings us to...


• i am easily influenced. i would rather refer to it as being "flexible".


• i wish i know what i want.


• i have a lazy ass. too lazy.


• i can be very critical. beware.


• i'm figuring you have nothing else to do since you've been reading my crap which is seriously...pathetic.

giNgeR blues...

and so this is one of the reasons i totally loved As Told by Ginger although the animation really sucked.

http://img340.imageshack.us/img340/9475/lostgirlbtsi0.jpg

[if you want to see the image properly click the link above. ^_^]

And She Was Gone

She chose to walk alone,
though others wondered why;
Refused to look before her,
kept eyes cast upwards towards the sky
She didn’t have companions,
no need for earthly things
Only wanted freedom from what she felt
were puppet strings
She longed to be a bird
that she might fly away
She pitied every blade of grass,
for planted they would stay
She longed to be a flame
that brightly danced alone
Felt jealous of the steam
that made the air its only home
Some say she wished too hard
Some say she wished too long
But we awoke one autumn day to find
that she was gone
The trees, they say, stood witness
The sky refused to tell
But someone who had seen it said
the story played out well:
She spread her arms out wide
breathed in the break of dawn
She just let go of all she held,
And she was gone.

Princess in a Crooked Tiara

Once upon a time
A baby was born to be great
An heiress to the kingdom
To be a princess was her fate

Fairies came to the palace
So did Truth Tellers all around
Safe-keepers also joined the fuss
To give their say to the little majesty
The clandestine ones cringed at the aura
While the candid group held their mouths shut
To prevent the knives that want to cut
The winged pixies just fled away
Lest questions would be asked if they stayed

The kindly royal family
Took this catastrophe
As a fallacious non-tragedy

Soon the little one turned into a pretty little girl
Who wants flowers and ponies to twirl
But she got something better
A horse with one horn!
Squeals of joy were heard as she tried to mount her unicorn
But soon enough there were yelps of pain
When the steed threw her off the lane

She grew up to be a beautiful young lady
The gentlemen were all ready
To be her happily ever after
But she just met them with laughter
With love she’ll just falter

The stroke of midnight was forgotten
As she was in her dreams, the ball a history of long ago

The glass slippers were broken
When she tried it on with eager face
The smile on her face left no trace

She tried to make herself an apple pie
Unknowingly making herself a poisonous try

No witch was needed
To prick her fingers
In the golden spinning wheel

Stilettos were broken, gowns were torn
Everyone was left forlorn
Of this perky little thing
And her amazing talent of ruining things

Clumsy as she may be
She is still the queen-to-be
Her values never left her
Beauty is there to stay
The royal klutz never went astray

Princes came and went
Her knight in shining armor is a little bit late
She didn’t mind though
With all the rocketing she causes,
She’d rather stay low

Diadem placed a little too much to the right
And with her perfect messy hair, it’s quite a sight
With her face all flushed in red
There’s nothing more to be said…
…The Princess in the Crooked Tiara