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Feb 22, 2005
Let today be known as the day when katco ingested a moss. Well, okay, not "a moss"; actually, mold...but I keep calling it moss, for some reason. I'm still kind of alive right now though, so I reckon either my body is weirdly immune to all the abuse I throw at it, or mold really has a delayed-reaction. I hope it's not the latter, or I might have to rush to the clinic during oral defense tomorrow...which isn't entirely a bad thing, but I suppose I'd get a low grade for it. :(
I didn't mean to eat mold, I swear!! It was just that I came home from school today REALLY frustrated (thanks to Accounting, that miserable nothing of a subject which I used to love but now close to loathe), and I got even angrier because I couldn't find my groupmates (not your fault guys!), and because someone wasn't answering my texts to be picked up from school... and I got halfway down the road before a car came, and it wasn't even from the house, just happened to be on the way home. Hmph.
So I got home, went upstairs, was very hungry, saw the innocent pink box of revel bars that was a Christmas gift from Kathryn, grabbed it from the top of the refrigerator, snatched a wrapped piece, opened the top, and started eating/devouring it while clicking some things on the computer because we were doing a project.
I finished the whole thing without looking at what I was eating, just kept shoving it down my throat (as I said, I was starved). Afterwards, I thought to myself, 'hmm, that was yummier than I remembered it to be...' And felt my belly was satisfied a bit because of the treat. My sister then said she'd have one, and she opened it. She took the whole square out. And then she asked me, "Ditchie, may amag na ba 'to?" To which I promptly reply, "Of course not." But as I leaned in for a closer look... Oh. My. Gosh. It DID have molds! OH NOOOOO!!!!!
I couldn't believe my eyes: right there, in all its full green-and-white fluffy glory were patches of molds growing here and there on the little chocolate square! Okay, psychological damage alert...I can NOT believe I just ate mold!! And thought it was yummy to boot!
Just the other week, my friends were eating it! And it certainly had no mold then! I couldn't believe my luck... this was perhaps only the 2nd time I actually ate one of the packages, and look what happened to me. It's greed, really, or gluttony; if I'd only bothered to look at what I was eating, I would've probably noticed. The culprit revo/revel bars: "Donna's Home Made Pastries"
I wanted to barf it all out, thanks to the suggestion of my friends who were witnesses, so I went to the CR and started trying to do so. Unfortunately, retching has never been one of my greatest talents, and after endless minutes of attempting to get something out, I only ended up with teary eyes, a runny nose, and a few teaspoons of puke to show at most. I'm sorry, am I grossing you out?
I was so frustrated that no more would come out, and I exited the CR with a heavy heart and a sinking feeling in my stomach (it was pscyhological actually, and not at all physical...the very thought of having eaten mold! arghhh!) I didn't know what to do, but there was still a project to work on, so I just had to act normal.
I suppose I'm overreacting now, but awhile ago, I was quite scared. At one point, I was totally afraid of what would happen (like LBM or severe stomachache), and it sucked just waiting for something to happen to me. It's the fear of the unknown that was really bad. And after all the frustration that piled up since dismissal...what kind of freaking day was this anyway?! And heck, I sure didn't know of anyone who'd ingested mold before, how was I supposed to know what was going to happen? We were having this dinner party later pa naman.
Misery loves company though, so when my 1st year HS cousin Mark came to pick up his sis at our house, I oh so generously offered, "Hey Mark, you wanna eat mold?" And he was just staring at me, but then he said sure. Delighted, I offered him the contents of the box.. well, I'd actually torn the wrappers off the 4 squares left, just to confirm that indeed each one had molds (in varying degrees) and therefore the one I ate surely had molds too. What is the plural of "mold" anyway? Molds?? Clumps of mold? Disgusting patches of mold??
I have a very brave/reckless cousin there, took half of a square and popped it in his mouth (even after observing the mold growth). I'd just like to say here that he was the first human being to have ever tasted our Nata De Papel concoction from last year's Science Investigative research! He was right there the moment we first finished boiling the just-harvested nata, and he tried it out so bravely! Well, he did spit it out the next second...he isn't that stupid. :) But it WAS edible by then, really. A bit difficult to chew and still tasteless, to be sure, but quite edible...although none of us who worked on it actually wanted to test that.
So anyway. I've been chattering too much again, urgh...oral defense pa tomorrow... I just wanted to conclude by saying that it's been more than 6 hours since I unconsciously, blindly, stupidly swallowed the moldy revel/revo bar (what is it really anyway, Kathryn?), and I feel perfectly normal. Kind of. I'm very, very grateful my tummy hasn't ached, my bowels haven't gone bonkers, and I still have the strength to study through the long hours of the night to come.
And there was my mum saying I'd get hospitalized (I think she was irritated at me), and my shobe's yaya saying I'd get severe stomachache. Only the guy housekeeper actually knew what he was talking about, because when I asked him about the effects of molds when ingested by humans, he said it depends: if your stomach is strong and you just took a tiny bit, you'll be fine; but if you took a lot, well then uh-oh!
Important lesson learned today: NEVER eat anything without looking at it first.
And I've come to appreciate my body much more... I may not be a Barbie or have an hourglass figure, but this body has served me very, very well. I love the resistance/immunity it's naturally built with! But it might run out sometime if I keep abusing it soo much... I sleep in the morning all the time (that is, if I sleep at all), I never eat vegetables (until lately), and well...other stuff best not written here. But despite all that, I almost never get sick, and I always have the energy to get through the day. :)
Posted at 12:27 am by katco
Feb 12, 2005
Friday the 13th of February
Preliminary Note: I wrote this entry more or less a year ago but never got to publish it because it was unfinished. Obviously, I've completely forgotten whatever it is I wanted to write back then, so this is all I have. Actually, I have new things to add to continue this entry, but not now. Thank goodness I have a date for the record! Friday, the 13th of Feb 2004 (leap year).
So as you read this, whoever you may be, keep in mind that it's dated maybe Feb. 14, 2004 or so, after everything that happened on the 13th. After that day last year, I have totally become a believer of at least that one superstition...
Start entry:
Hm... there's so much to say... Prom is coming up. Dang. I just don't see the point of wasting sooo much time, money, effort, make-up, etc. on one lousy night! Plus it's so tedious to prepare for (includes hunting for a not-grotesque date, a non-fattening pretty dress, 10-inch-heel shoes...), so stressful, so nerve-wracking, so, so... ARGH!!!
Which leads to today: stupid bloody pre-prom. I'm sure it was a good idea... actually it did seem appealing the first, second, and third time around, but I just realized that it goes either of two ways:
a.) your date's friggin' wonderful and you'll have a blast at the prom you're looking forward to
b.) your date's absolutely horrid and you're dying of boredom, dreading a repeat of history at the prom
Anyone wanna take a guess which one tonight was for me? :D Yeah, that's right!
The thing about blogs is it's so public that I fear offending people who might have "accidentally" stumbled or been directed here... so I'd be better off not naming names. Not that it would, like, make any difference.
Today was actually relatively good, and it would have been perfectly normal if the day was only until about 7pm. But nooooo. First time I went to Fazoli's... and oh it didn't seem that bad, but hey, there's strike one already! Guess who's the uninvited kantanod (redundancy intended)... the great dakilang extra... Strone! *hint:Maeoxy*
Hmmm, what's he doing here? No date for our prom at all = no right to be there. And what's that, he's wearing a headband?! Uh, okaaaaay. That didn't come from me though (didn't even notice him scaling the stairs on his fast and furious way up), just from everyone else who was giving him these beyond-weird looks.
Fine, whatever. Who's gonna let a little ol' git ruin the evening? Ignorance is bliss. So I proceed to chat up a tsunami with Mae dearest, gossip this and that... it was very interesting, really. Found out Mae actually already knew all the deep dark secrets I knew certain other people had! Kindred spirit... wonderful to have another relatable person.
But all fun things come to an end (and I was just getting hyper too). All too soon, here Carol comes with a text message bearing the "request" that we go down and fetch our little lost dates who happened to be great friends. Alright, take a deep breath and dive... Uuuuunfortunately, as soon as we found them... well, um. I shall refrain from putting my most accurate thoughts unto this blog because if it gets around... I will be so hurting people. So er, skipping some mental descriptions...
Dee was thankfully (and conveniently) right there too, and I just had to tell her stuff. Stuff which is better not written down.. I already had a hard time telling her as it was. Sadly, oh-so-sadly, my supposed prom date didn't even come within a foot of me. First two things that popped into mind:
a.) Am I that ugly? Repulsive?
b.) Oh NO! Not another torpe guy!
All the way to the cashier, silence. We order in turn, and when Carol whips out her wallet to pay, dashing prince (her) prom date shoves her aside and insists on paying for it all himself. OK, buddy, no complaints here. And such a gentleman he is, willingly carries the heavy red tray of goo--I mean, food. As a follow-up, even instructs my date to carry the other tray (which contained all of one pizza slice, thank you very much) up. By this point, I was annoyed. I absolutely cannot stand torpe guys, yet almost all the males *spits out word as if a vile confection* I know, ARE torpe! How enviable that Carol can get along with her date (who can actually talk) because they're family friends, and I with my date, am a .. a... an invisible brick wall! Okay, back to when I was annoyed. So I made a motion of moving forward to prepare to grab the tray and carry it up myself (independnece, you know), but I feel a tug on my shirt so I relent, roll my eyes, and turn the other direction. Which leaves the pretty red tray free for being picked up.
Dinner was excruciaiting. I'm just really not a people person, and our "conversation" went no-where! Oh that's right, it couldn't even have been called a conversation! Where Carol and guy chatted about things they had in common, poor little Katco and other guy grasped futilely at ANY topic of dialogue. His hobbies? Basketball, and that's that. No inclination for anime, has a ps2 but only plays those awful sporty guyish games... I can't really sense anything in common. You think if I volunteered that I loved writing and singing he would have commented with a sentence? Tsk, didn't gamble the rejeciton. I estimate the whole night's conversation to have reached 100 words in total, max! Isn't that sad?
For once in my short life, can't I have a date who's kalog? Who's not so durn torpe?! Is it really too much to ask for a Noel Reyes who's thin, tall, handsome, English-literate, fun-to-be-with and would make a perfect date?! Why do I always get the super quiet people??? I'm SO exasperated already! Ah, lemme share something quite interesting for a while, intermission...
Once this school year, we juniors had a carrer talk. I chose psychology and our beloved attending psychlogist was Kirby Chua (adorable name, yes). At the end of the session he did like graphologists do and started analyzing our handwriting. I scribbled a letter to him in nice cursive penmanship and got him to comment on it before I left. He was pretty much right, about how I always think there's work to do, BUT about my "love life", he said I was... different, because I was attracted to wallflowers! Imagine that! And I was, like, stuttering there, trying to think if it's a revelation or a shocking lie.
Anyway, so much for that. Many, many times I envied Maddy Ong to infinity and beyond (Dhio :D)... even the GBA would've been better company than my date,
--for some reason, I never finished this entry last year, but now I'm posting it anyway, since blogs are becoming in season (2/12/05)
Posted at 12:45 am by katco
Feb 8, 2004
Teacher Raymonda should be proud, the song's always stuck in my head :D Plus, got inspiration for this in the shower (where singing is just lovely).
I know you, I walked with you once upon a nightmare!
I know you, the gleam in your eyes is so evil a gleam...
And I doubt it's true, that you are so smart, and bright, and keen,
But if I know you, I know what I'll do:
I'll hate you at once, the way I did once, upon a nightmare.
I know you, I walked with you once upon a nightmare!
I know you, the glint in your eyes is so wicked a glint...
And though yes, it's true, that people hold you with high esteem,
They do not know you, not quite like I do;
Infuriating git, an annoying prat, and idiot too.
Aah, aah, aaaaaah, aaah, aaaaah...
And I do know you, just not like they do;
Already a jerk, you're also a snoop, so I hate you.
*I'm really sorry Aurora and Philip, it was too tempting to resist...
** Anyone who has guesses who "you" in this filk is, don't hesitate to e-mail :)
Hint: there's... 1.)the original person who came to mind and
2.)the one person (not only) I know who just fits it to a t.
Posted at 06:55 pm by katco
Dec 20, 2003
Well, well, well. It's almost Christmas... *grins* and the best thing about it is Christamas break! True, some of it will still be dedicated to that stupid research but still, it's a time to rejoice; I'm done with totally sleepless nights for research! Hay nako. I don't have anything to say...well, that would be an inaccurate way of putting it... why am I updating? Because Oxy says so :) But really, I've kind of been thinking... this blog gives me such limited "freedom". The point of a blog is for one to rant... but what if your "friends" or "acquaintance-friends" are the ones you need to rant about? Well you certainly can't keep ranting about them in your blog which they have the address of. And what use is a blog if you're the only one who knows about it? So I'm really confused. Even my other one isn't safe. Okay, so what's left but for me to make a new one, the access of which I may only give to a few select people...4 confidantes who will never rat on me, whom I can trust to keep my secrets.
Geez, I feel so restricted. So held back. I don't wanna write anything here anymore. There's nothing I have to say about how I feel that I want the world to know. So goodbye. I don't know what I'll be putting here... I don't know what I can put here. And as for my other one, well I don't think I'll be updating it anymore either. Ever. Just won't delete both yet...
Adieu.
Posted at 03:31 pm by katco
Nov 16, 2003
THANK YOU Oh Generous People
Features extremely offending content. You have been warned.
Today is Sunday, 16th of November, 2:19 am. And what am I doing up? Oh, among other things, watching over Kathryn to make sure she wakes up in the next 30 minutes because she has a bulletin board "class" project to draw all by herself that must be submitted or at least presented to the rest of the selfish, unfair class by later today in order for it to be colored in with craypas, half of the load of which she will still be obligated (forced) to do herself; and after which, at 4 in the morning, we must haul our fed-up, exhausted arses downstairs to check on the nata de papel we started on 5 hours earlier, just the two of us, since one of our groupmates already left, and the other two were complete no-shows.
What obviously pisses me off to infinity and beyond is the fact that neither even bothered to text or call or communicate to me they had no intention of coming. Cowards, the both of you. But I don't think you need me, or Kathryn, or anyone else to tell you guys that.
You, Maddy Ong, didn't reply to me after I told you Kathryn said to produce the acetobacter acetixylinum, did you. Oh, but you deemed it perfectly okay to go text Frankie about your total uncooperation. You didn't have a driver? What kind of an excuse is that. We all of us already agreed to meet here this Saturday, precisely for the reason that we have NO product yet and NO experimentation at all, things which should have been taken care of at the laboratory last Tuesday, if you'd only taken the least bit of effort to look for it yourself! Frankie found something through the YELLOW PAGES in less than FIVE minutes, a company that could produce the acetobacter bacteria but would take 15-30 days to do it. I can't believe how irresponsible you were, and on purpose. And this kind of behavior from the all-high-and-oh-so-responsible person who incessantly goes lecturing and chastising about how irresponsible other people are. It was just what, Aunt Merly couldn't find any so you quit trying? What right do you have to NOT do your best to contribute the only part you have for this research? It's like you don't care! Oh what am I saying, you really don't care; you've never cared, have you. I suppose you always think 'Oh, there's always Kathryn and Katco to do everything.' You more than very well know we've been slaving away from the beginning, from the failed research topic proposal, to the sleepless-night RRL and bibilios, until the research proposal and everything else after. And what have you contributed? The topic, you say? What a liar you'd be in that case, what a liar indeed. The simplest thing, to just ask Ms. Escober something, both of you were too damn LAZY to even do willingly. Aw, forgot how to walk? Talk? Then to procure bacteria, you couldn't even f*&$^%@ do. Kathryn and I have taken care of virtually everything already due to how incompetent and unhelpful the both of you have been, and then netiher of you can even accomplish your ONE, TINY, MINISCULE task.
You, Madee Tan, I don't even know what the hell happened to you! I'm considering the possibility you forgot all about it, but how excusable is that? And you never even mentioned to the people who actually cared about the research project that your wonderful koi Dias cultures bacteria of sorts. It wouldn'tve hurt at ALL to have asked if he knew of that infuriating acetobacter acetixylinum; turns out he did have it, once upon a midsummer night's dream! He already threw it out "before before pa" because of its utter uselessness, but he could very well produce it again in a week. Imagine. Any mere mention of it to him would have solved this mess even before it was sown and inflated. In fact, this fiasco would never have existed maybe; secondarily if we already had the acetobacter disease, and primarily if either of you had been more willing to help.
And that is why we've resolved NEVER to be your groupmates again, the both of you. Especially in Research. I am so extremely fed up; patience and martyrdom only go so far, and there are limits to abuse one can take. Time and time again, it's the same thing. Takes forver for you to be convinced to help, and more than half the time you're doing something completely useless, for I don't know what reason. I used to always defend you guys, even if I knew we were being doormats already, but enough is enough. Not going to something as requiring a group effort as a pre-planned likely-to-fail experiment has pushed me over the edge, and now you pay for your actions. I don't care anymore, not as much as I used to, because you're not worth it.
Posted at 03:30 am by katco
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