Down with the sickness

I have a cold.

I'm going to mess with my clothes until I get them right. I always keep complaining about how I don't have enough clothes – I do, actually, I just don't wear them.

:)

I'm not in the mood to write something long

so you're in luck. I dropped by only to say this:

I'm currently taking up Biology and my older sister, four years my senior, is taking up Medicine. We're both in the same university.

These are the results from the Physician Board Exam just this August 2010:

I just revealed my location. My school is the second school, and it was also my parents' school. Both my parents are doctors and my dad graduated valedictorian. He's also one of the people who topped the board.

Just a little tidbit: I passed for the first, the Pontifical and Royal University of Santo Tomas (yes, that apparently is its whole name) and I wanted, but didn't qualify, for the third. I had a nervous breakdown when I didn't manage to qualify. My parents didn't want us in UST – my sister wanted to take up medicine there previously – because it was a bit too far, and it's in Manila, which, if you ask me, isn't the best place to live in, rich or poor.

I'm sorry. I like my backwards province. I can list a whole lot of reasons why I like it better than Manila.

That's technically it. Thanks for reading and have a nice day.

I'll attempt writing a review.

I just picked these up from the courier office thing:

I'm still to take a good enough picture of it. I just went and snapped every moment I wanted to catch with it coming out of the box, never mind if my stuff was all over the frame. But anyway. The Dr. Martens Johari 12-eye boots. I got them because I'm a good kid and I graduated from high school a few months back. I just got these because my cute little country doesn't have any Dr. Martens distributor. They're pretty much unknown around here, so they were forced to pull out. I had to ask my mom's brother to get me a pair because I crave for them so badly.

The moment we arrived at the pick-up station, I was kind of scared because I might have grown out of the Dr. Martens craze and I might actually regret it. I went down anyway, and when the guy in the office asked to if I wanted to check it out to see if it was damaged in transit (it wasn't), I had to oblige.

I had a quiet fan girl moment after I sliced open the duct tape covering the opening. It's the little silverish grayish line you see on the side of the box. It's covered with a second layer of packaging tape because I had it closed again. Hey, I had to take pictures of me getting them out of the box!

So I did. And I laced up the ribbon laces and wore them around the house. Just so you know, I live in a tropical country and it wasn't the coldest of days. Nothing was stopping me from stomping around, though. Absolutely nothing.

Here's the review part:

I got me a US size 5. There are two reasons why: one, I really am a size 5 (UK 3); two, it's the smallest size available. I'm a UK 2 when it comes to Dr. Martens shoes. They run large.

Also, I see a few snapshots of Dr. Martens boots and the toe area is kind of flat. This one isn't. In fact, I think I can hide my cellphone in the toe area while walking down the street. No, I was kidding, but it really has a lot of room to make me wiggle my toes. That's on top of the fact that it really is a little big. It's okay, though.

The shoes came with two pairs of shoe laces. One is the satin pair shown on the Nordstrom website:

The other pair, which I'm currently using on my shoes, is the pair featured on the Macy's website:

I wanted to stick with the satin laces at first because it made such a statement, but it was hard to pair it with clothes. You have to make your outfit extremely understated and I currently don't have those, so I settled for the low maintenance plain old shoe laces. They are extremely long, by the way. If I can I'll show you a picture of my shoes with those laces.

Other stuff about the boots are that it's made of raw leather (which is what Dr. Martens shoes are made of) and it has a removable insole which is kind of hard to put back. It's also not very tall, which is good since I'm not the tallest kid around.

That's all I have to say now, folks. Have a good day.

No, I have not died.

I have only gone on to college. Yes. College. I'm actually in it.

I'm reading – skimming through – a few fashion blogs and honestly, as much as I love reading them and seeing what they can do with a few seemingly unrelated items, I can't help but think why they're supposed to have a whole shelf full of shoes. Personally shoes aren't something I'd spend a whole lot on because they wear and tear anyway, and the trends go out so quickly, plus most of the in shoes are (a) very very high heels and (b) do not come in my size. I have a pair of Roberto Cavalli Angels sneakers and they're pretty worn. Yes, Angels. Kids' shoes.

Don't get me wrong. Shoes are lovely and splurging once in a while for the perfect pair is healthy, but I just don't understand why you ought to have a WHOLE LOT of them.

Which reminds me. Maybe I should to a project thingy like the One Dress One Year thing (it's really called that, isn't it?). Except it's with a pair of shoes. If I pull it off, I'll be really awesome, since I plan to do it not with a pair of black flats, but with a pair of Dr. Martens boots that aren't exactly the plainest in the market.

Wish me luck?

Oh, and another thing: Soon enough you can use this particular post against me, because soon enough I'll be the girl with the whole shelf full of shoes.

Is there a workshop on how to write relevant titles?

Because it's really my weakness. It doesn't help that back when I wrote for the school paper, they assigned other people to write the titles.

Oh well.

Anyway, I'm writing this because I just re-watched one of Charlie McDonnell's older videos, specifically this one.

No, I don't know how to embed videos into my posts, but that's a link. For your information.

I agree with everything he said there. Why should people care about what's going on with the people they see on TV? Why should Britney Spears eating frozen yogurt be breaking news? Why should we buy a sandwich with the intention of looking like Mischa Barton?

Personally I hate it when people put so much effort in trying to make these people look bad. There they are, doing what they want to do, and some no-name goes out and makes them look like a bunch of freaks because they're doing what they want to do. It's horrible.

And another thing, because I left the previous post hanging. I don't believe hell exists. I believe in a greater force, but I don't believe He's going to send us to burn for eternity if we do something wrong. How is that a loving God?

I even don't think God is a father, you know? That's biased. That's male chauvinism. That's unfair.

So what I believe in is, there's this greater force governing everything from the biggest galaxies to the smallest quarks or strings or whatever, and we're all subject to this force, these laws. It's largely scientific, but you have to admit, that's what religion is saying, too. There's no point trying to argue whether religion is better than science or vice versa, because they're really just one and the same.

Also, I kind of believe in reincarnation. I haven't grasped the idea very well yet, but I kind of do. :) And I think this hell we talk about is just being reincarnated as something that's hell relative to your previous reincarnation.

Yeah. That's technically it. What do you think?

Enlightenment?

This morning on the way home I talked to my mom about this little belief I put together out of all the existing religions.

I told her I don't believe in hell. She told me she doesn't, either. And I'm gonna tell you that, too.

I was born and raised a Christian, but recently I've been questioning it. All the Christians preach about a loving Father who cherishes each and everyone of his children – and condemns some of them to eternal damnation? They preach about Jesus, who is the Way, the Truth and the Life – and if you don't believe in that, you go to hell.

Wait, what?

The one thing I hated about thinking that there's such thing as hell is the fact that it makes you live everyday in fear. I don't think God or whatever you believe in would want that. Whatever that force is would want you to be happy.

I'd love to elaborate but I have to do it some other time because I'm kind of sleepy. :)

I don't have much to write about.

It's gonna be a bit disjointed since I'm going to write whatever pops into my head.

I'm currently listening to JC's newest song, Don't Stop. I think it came out on his MySpace. Which reminds me, what browser does he use? I use Firefox and his MySpace layout looks pretty screwed. Damn.

Also, I want to learn how to play the guitar for real after I listened closely to "All Day Long I Dream About Sex". Yeah. and I almost looked up the lyrics for his song "Come To Me". In fact, I did, but the Internet was pretty slow so the search engine was loaded right when he said "When I'm all alone, I lie awake and –" I decided to forget about it. Ha.

I'm in college! Crap. It feels weird. I haven't made a lot of friends because I find them all of a different frequency. To be honest, this person I tend to tag along with, I'm only sticking with him because I knew him back in high school. We weren't even that close and I actually hated him.

I'm going to make sure I don't type my deepest darkest secrets concerning the people I have my classes with, just in case they stumble upon this and see crap written about them. But, yeah, I'm not exactly the biggest fan of a few people in my class. I almost liked one of them until she slammed me and I went like, "What the fuck, bitch?" in my head. Hey, I have to put on this happy face all the time so it would look like I actually understand the things they say to me.

I don't.

Do listen to Don't Stop. It's not his best song, but it's pretty good. I mean, I wouldn't want him to be known for that song because I think his ballads are way better, but it's worth listening to.
He used Autotune, but I think he used it kind of like an instrument and not as an aid in singing. Come on, this guy has shown the world what he can do with his voice. He doesn't need Autotune to make him sing.