its day four.

That is to say its been four days since I haven’t had the need to attend a class, or rush to clinicals at some ungodly hour like the past four years of myself. I think that frankly I’m having some sort of academic hangover — I’m glad to be done but bored out of my mind doing nothing here at home.

Yesterday was a huge pile of things… i got so bored sa bahay that I forced myself to walk over to The Americana. So I went, walking through the whole stretch of the Galleria next door (airconditioned!) because it was too hot otherwise… craved something salty, so I ate some garlic pretzel from Auntie Anne’s. Ernesto called me back and we chatted about how is in absolutely unbearable pain because of his knee:

Ernesto: I’m sorry, Imma need to ask you to bring out Nurse Viel and tell me what to do about my messed up knee. I’m too young to have this problem, I ain’t seventy yet!

He’s a funny funny guy, I tell you. Our convo was so blehh… I think I still haven’t fully recovered from that awkwardness when we had brunch last time. He had told me he just broke up with his gf (of almost a year, apparently), partly because she couldn’t handle the fact that he had girl friends like me. Haay, loss nya yun. Stupid at immature kasi yung girl… magselos ba naman sa mga friends ng bf nya? Irrational dahil wala naman kaming relasyon ni Ernesto, at the most eh platonic lang… talagang close kami at naturally affectionate sa isa’t isa. Anyways, that’s another blog entry for another day.

On a brighter and sunshine filled note –

I finally updated my Visitors page! I added some music downloads and mobile games… check them out. I uploaded almost all of the songs from one of my guilty pleasures — the kvariety show We Got Married, and an excellent EP album by this indie musician named Priscilla Ahn. Plus alot of java games for s40 and s60 cellphones…

ADD me on plurk — http://www.plurk.com/user/missmanderley and on tumblr — http://tachycardic.tumblr.com ~~

finish line.

it’s taking me a while to digest the fact that I am no longer a student, or to be more specific… a student nurse. my fall back, default role in the past four years has been just that, and its hard to believe that I am no longer an SN… the truth is that I have yet to be privy in sneaking an RN after my name. It’s like being stuck in limbo… but it hasn’t hit me yet. Baka sa lunes pa, bigla kong mamiss pumasok.

I feel lost, and fearful… I think after all things said and done, my greatest fear right now is failing my licensure exams, the big NCLEX-RN thats just looming beyond me…

Jeez, my mind just keeps on screaming, ala Dory-style — “ESSS-KAH-PHAYY!!”

So much for not freaking out, ey?

I know I sometimes choose to ignore you; and rebel against your rules…
but deep down, my now grownup self realizes how much wisdom,
of the world you chose to share. Over good ol’ frapps at Starbucks…
We talked about life, and my dreams.

Papa,

HAPPY FATHER’S DAY

I’ll always be your little girl, bingbing and bunso.

I can’t begin to write how today was such a beautiful day.

The weather was chilly, even if it was the beginning of June (aka. heat wave months) and the skies were bluish cloudy with the sun peeking out — once in a while.

So I went to my clinicals to do my teaching project… which was the sex education class with the 5th grade girls. It was nerve wrecking, but turned out ok… afterall I am more of a “go with flow” person. Dinaan ko nalang sa comedy, they laughed anyways. Who would’ve thought that 5th graders were such a hard audience to please. My charming nurse persona won them over eventually. Anyways, after clinicals I wanted to go over to HK Market at the other side of Glendale to buy some cellophane noodles for chapchae — turns out that me and Alvia are visiting one of high school teachers (and mentor) Madame Angers on Friday… it’s pretty exciting, enough for me to actually get off my butt and start cooking again.

Again, it was perfect… and I even stopped by the korean gift shop, Morning Glory to grab some cute gift wrap and pencils… that’s when I saw it… the beautiful glorific that is –

Paris Baguette is LOVE

Some people don’t really understand my intense love for this little Korean-French bakery. Those of you who have seen the hit korean drama My Name is Kim Samsoon would understand how much I love korean french-inspired pastry. Who didn’t have their mouths drooling when they saw Samsoon bake gorgeous confections and pastries? Paris Baguette was my instant lover that day me and Ernesto stopped by at their Downtown Los Angeles location — and now they surprise me with one that is literally a few blocks away from my house? I think I seriously went on a shopping spree and gorged myself on four different pastries.

The best comparison I can make is that is a coffeehouse version of Bread Talk, a similar place I remembered back at SM Mall of Asia.

Frippin, this became is a crazy food post. Mianhe.

Sometimes my dad could be such a jerk.

Yeah, you read that right… even though I absolutely love my parents, they’re just a bit annoying as anyone could be. The pitfalls of moving back home after college… its like they can’t stop hovering over me and pestering me with useless questions like “Alam mo ba na magnunursing yung pinsan mong si Kim?” Frankly, I didn’t even what to know that piece of information. I really don’t care about jack shit that my snobby cousins do anyways. Or how I should come home before it gets dark… for goodness sake, I’m frikkin’ 21 already… I’m almost a college grad. They’re being “helicopters” says my good friend, Alvia (and this is coming from a girl who has an almost pathological mother complex).

So the jerk part? Yesterday when we were walking home it started to drizzle… umambon bigla, so my dad retorts to my mom — “Umaambon, kaya wag mo nang isuot yung hood mo” in this sneering sarcastic tone. To which my mom whispers (to me) — “Yung Papa mo, parang langaw.”

Proof that marriage doesn’t just survive with love, it takes a lot of patience and a good sense for tolerance.

Oh, and so this doesn’t turn into a total parental rant –

My impossibly adorable cutie pie neice, Sandrina. She has those banana eyes that Koreans love to gush over, I think. Cuteness overload. This is from her first birthday party at McDonalds.