Un-line...

For the past three nights, the internet connection at home was busted and I couldn't do anything about it because I was on duty. Which also explains the lack of blog entries.

For those of you (and when I say you, I mean DENNISE) who regularly visit this blog, you might have noticed intermittent craziness in terms of the layout and template. First it was pink, then black, then blue then some sort of purply-blue thing. Very much like the progression of a bruise.

For some reason, I can't stop myself from changing my blog template. And since I am woefully ignorant of the skills and applications required to make a personalized template, I resort to downloading from whatever website I stumble upon. There was one with a lot of cute color schemes but the name SUCKMYLOLLY.COM just plain made me uncomfortable.

Anyway, I settled with this one. Still the birdie theme from Gisele Jaquenod's website.

You may ask, "Why now? When you could have changed the template weeks ago?". Well, Marisse is out of town and I have no other friends. =(

Kidding. It's just that it seems of all the people I know in this goddamned city, only Marisse and I aren't into doing adult stuff like working all the time.

Or maybe it's just me. Marisse used to work for her dad but when she comes back with her shiny new lawyer license, she's going to be working with her dad.

Also, as of this morning, internet connection is back up and running.

And now I'm heading over to Facebook.

Virgin duty

Before anything else, I just want to clarify something.

My April Fool's entry proved to be effective. Extremely so. I was expecting, "You bitch! You got me good!" messages however, sadly, all I got were variations of, "OMG! Are you alright? Does the gunshot wound hurt?!".

Huh.

People, it was a joke. I was not shot. It seems I am getting rather good at this whole deception thing. The other year, I actually tricked Gio into thinking I was bleeding on my bathroom floor. He even asked what street I lived in so he could come and get me. Hee.

Anywaaaaaay, I was on duty for the very first time at the new Polymedic Medical Plaza.


The hospital lobby looks more like a hotel lobby, really. Anyway, I was on duty in an empty hospital. No admissions as of yet. Basically, it was just me and 3 other nurses.

And then the ambulance came. Very first admission. Typhoid ileitis. All oxygen-ed up and shit. The owner of the hospital gave us chocolates in celebration of this first income-generating admission. The rest of the duty was fine. There was a second admission but aside from that, nothing much else to do.

I slept like, 8 hours last night. More hours than I do at home. That was after I watched movies with the night shift nurse. We watched some weird movie entitled The Wackness with a couple of, uh, sex scenes. It was awkward. I mean, said nurse was a guy and there we were watching Mary Kate Olsen humping Ben Kingsley. And that was the tamest scene, by the way. Said awkwardness was later remedied by watching Shaun The Sheep.

I woke up early because I had to rush to another 24-hour duty at some other hospital. First text of the morning was from Dennise. Now, I had wanted to wait until afternoon to greet her Happy Birthday. You know, to allow for the 6-hour time difference. I didn't know she was up and, uh, how do I say this.... celebrating her birthday at midnight.

Anyway, she was texting me about non-birthday stuff. Let's just say it had something to do with travel time and missed medications.

All I'm saying is, Dennise...

Damn it, would it have killed you to wait until I could properly surprise-greet you Happy Birthday with a blog entry?! Geez.. But happy birthday, anyway.

Life post-Dennise

Dennise left for Germany last Sunday while I was on doctor duty. Interestingly, I received her last domestic text message while I was admitting this yummy foreigner with diarrhea. "Uh, can you please lift your shirt so I can examine your abs... I mean... abdomen?" *perv*

Anyway, I spent the last two days in my room reading ebooks so I haven't really chatted with Dennise online for a while. Life has been pretty quiet. No "Where are you?" or "Whatchadoin?" texts from her. Basically, life post-Dennise has been less loud.

I kinda miss her being so audible all the time. It kinda feels like when that constant ringing in your ears suddenly disappears and suddenly there's a weird silence.

But seriously, I am missing Dennise. Of the 4 of us (GWNN. Group with no name remember?), we had the most similar sense of humor. Not shallow. Just strange. She laughed at my stupid texts 99% of the time and I like hearing her laugh when she reads my blog. Even if she occasionally slips in the "You're crazy." comments.

So, yeah. I'm missing her being so loud all the time.

Then I check my Facebook and there she is. Messaging me.

Psst..

Oi..

Faaaaaaaar!

Am I screaming loud enough?!!!!!

Didn't realize you could scream on chat.

I guess life post-Dennise means digital screaming. ^_^

I miss you, Den! You were always my favorite! (Don't tell the other GWNN children.)

Corpusian Memories

Back in high school, I kept a diary. Old school blogging in a sense. I was reading the entries and some of them had me weeping with laughter. At one o'clock in the morning.

However, this particular one had Dennise ROTFL.

"During Values class, Marrion wrote on my forehead with chalk."

Just so you know, I don't let people write on my forehead with chalk. Marrion's just an ass. Everyone has a mortal enemy in high school. Mine just stayed with me until I passed the medical board exam. My relationship with Marrion has been entertaining my friends for years.

Speaking of high school memories, Dennise told me of this thing that happened in 2nd year Biology class that I don't remember but I think is so totally typical of me.

(Scenario: Farina is chatting with a seatmate,
not paying attention to class)

Teacher Vicky:
Farina, what's going on? Would you like to share
what you are talking about to the whole class?

Farina (the smart aleck):
I was just wondering if Alpha Centauri is brighter than the sun,
considering that it is the brightest star.

Teacher Vicky:
Uh...

I am the coolest nerd. By present standards.

Finders-keepers

Not.

Marisse, Dennise and I were shopping in the city's bargain district, looking for clothes that were dirt cheap but not exactly dirt cheap-looking, when Marisse spots this shirt/blouse/top.


Yes. Well, while I may not be the best judge of fashion sense, clearly, this was the work of some disgruntled clothing factory employee who decided that he has had enough of minimum wage and decided to piece together cloth scraps and came up with the article of clothing shown above.

We're going shopping again next week. Because while there are a couple more versions of that shirt where that came from, let's face it. We are cheapskates and we wear dirt cheap clothing. *hehehe*

Catching Up ver. 2.0

I don't think I've mentioned that Dennise has a baby. Prettiest baby of our batch, no contest. And God, she's so smart! She identified which character Tweety Bird was after pointing it out to her twice. Ah yes, cramming will work for this girl...

Anyway, we took her to the foundation day of our elementary school and there she was, roaming around, looking pensive and such. *lol*

[Currently having trouble uploading pictures so Pensive Danie will have to wait...]

Jump to... I will have only ONE kid. I spent an afternoon looking after Danie which left me sleepy and spent. Playing Peekaboo and Knock-down-the plastic-action-figure-with-a-stuff-toy-then-yell-BANG for hours is exhausting. For me. I could just have sat there and watched her play but... I don't know. I felt compelled to contribute to her social growth by engaging her in group play and since there weren't any other babies around...

I'm still loving Big Bang Theory.