Every one of us, consciously or unconsciously, affects the
objects and people around us, including ourselves, on a continual basis. Think
about the expression 'laughter is contagious.' Well, sure it is! How do you feel when you
are around happy, laughing people? Usually, you cant help but feel good
yourself right?. All emotions are energy and energy passes from one body to another;
from one object to another; matter to matter. Laughter is contagious!
You clear your house of negative energies and replace them
with positive ones. Laugh once in a while. Promise. It'll help. :)
For my younger bro.. all the love!
Care for a triva? Behold! The world’s easiest quiz for your delightful pleasure. Get a pen and a piece of paper and answer along. I'd be revealing the answers at the end of this post. :)
Get it all right and you'll get a kiss from britney spears! lol. (I know that was lame..)
no cheating please! let the quiz begin!
1. How long did the Hundred Years’ War last?
2. Which country makes Panama hats?
3. What is the color the American Green card?
4. In which month do Russians celebrate the October Revolution?
5. What is a camel’s hair brush made of?
6. What was King George VI’s first name?
7. What color is a purple finch?
8. Where are Chinese gooseberries from?
9. What is the color of the black box in a commercial airplane?
What I've told you? easy right? I know y'all were waiting in immense anticipation to see the answers, hence, I know put thee out of thy misery
1. How long did the Hundred Years’ War last? The answer is 116 years. It was fought by two royal houses for the French monarchy.
2. Which country makes Panama hats? Answer: Ecuador. Ugh.. I’m not sure what Panama is up to, but that’s another post for another day.
3. What is the color of the American green card? a.k.a permanent residence card. Everyone is after this, though I really don't know why.. USA is a fascist country and everyone hates them. Answer? It is actually white with some kind of yellow.
4. In which month do Russians celebrate the October Revolution? The October Revolution is celebrated in November. Who’d of thought? The Russians are those that occupy the largest land mass in the world. Oh, and some of them are kinda good looking too. Like the Ecuadorians.
5. What is a camel’s hair brush made of? Answer: Squirrel fur.
6. What was King George VI’s first name? Answer: Albert. I bet no one got this question right.
7. What color is a purple finch? A purple finch is a bird and its color is crimson. Crimson is described as a bright, strong, deep red colour combined with a pinch of blue, resulting in a tiny degree of purple.
8. Where are Chinese gooseberries from? Chinese gooseberries are from New Zealand. They are not associated with rude geese. They are not part of male genetailia, and they have nothing to do with goosing, clever new In fact, chinese gooseberries are also known as kiwifruit.
9. What is the color of the black box in a commercial airplane? Answer. Orange.
lol. not as easy as you think.. Hope you had fun reading!
Monday, June 23, 2008
are you man enough....TO BE A NURSE? My sister is a geriatric nurse dealing with dying patients. I can tell you, that emotions runs all over the place, the feeling is so eerie and you get goosebumps all over your body. A stream of melancholic ambiance smothers the whole center and it was such an unpleasant place to be. After my clinicals last Monday, I went with my sister to her work, a bit of taste of how my life would be in the future. The patients there have terminal illnesses, so they are predisposed to die anytime of the day. My sister does her normal routine - checking vital signs, giving IV meds, etc. and she whispers something to every single patient as well.I'm sure it isn't part of a nurse's job so while going home I asked her about it. "ate, I notice that you whisper something to every dying patient in the convalescent center... is that part of the job?"
"oh boy. if I have a nickel for every time I hear that question. probably I won't be working now *wink*"
"it must be hard ain't it? dealing with all those emotions running through. it sucks to be in a building full of dying people. i wonder.
"yeah definitely, been there. takes a lot of courage... when I was starting, I can't help but always cry, they're so helpless and knowing that you can't heal them anymore adds to the burden."
"what do you whisper to them then?"
"When you meet our Creator, Please pray for me, my brothers Jason, Jessie and Lloyd. I'm so privileged to serve you, just as I'm privileged to serve Him.
This brought me into tears. Serious. Now I'm really motivated becoming a nurse.
Nurses here in London are needed. Desperately.
There aren’t enough nurses to meet the needs of our rapidly expanding health care systems. By 2018, roughly half a million nurses will be needed here in England to fill the nursing shortage.
Nursing provides you a way to make a difference in your life, your patients’ lives, the life of the community in which you serve.
Nursing is, after all, a service profession.
You will serve by healing the sick and promoting health in the community. You will serve the disenfranchised of society and those who reside in upscale communities.
You will be present at the beginning of life and you will be there guiding a patient and their family through the process of dying. You will receive untold rewards from your patients. Perhaps it will be a heartfelt “thank you”. Or a shy smile from a toddler as you hand them a teddy bear. Maybe it will be the satisfaction of watching an anxious patient in pain relax and sleep for the first time in a day.
But let me tell you the greatest reason for choosing to be a nurse…
When you walk out of that job, whether it be a hospital, a clinic or a home, you will leave with the knowledge that you made a difference in someone’s life.
And you will be touched by those same lives.
In the end, even considering the benefits, the flexibility, the income and the respect you will receive as a nurse…
Making a difference in your patient’s lives is the best reason of all.
Become a nurse and touch people's lives. It is the most fulfilling job there is.
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
I told ya it's gonna be a good day! If you had read my previous entry, I was contemplating if I should stay or go.
Good thing I did :)
So my sister was driving us home from the movies, we.. ugh.. no, SHE got in line at the drive-through lane at Starbucks about a neighborhood from home. Now all of you might already know that I really don't like drinking coffee as much as you peeps don't like appreciating mosaics or stargazing two in the morning (it's a personal hobby! :p). My cousins, who were in the backseat, doesn't have a liking for coffee either, but my sister was persistent. From now on, I'll make sure that I'll get behind the wheel every time we go out on a date again.
Guy from speaker: “Hi! My name is Aaron! With a trrrrrrrrrrripleee 'A'! (Jesus h.christ...so lame.) Welcome to Starbucks! What can I get started for youuuuuuuuuu?” (Ugh. These people are always inordinately cheerful)
Sister: “Um, yes….Iced White Chocolate Mocha Espresso, please.
Guy: “Quick! What’s the name of the Tele presenter (host) on The Crystal Maze? (A very famous game show here in Britain from the 90's but still does re-runs on the tele)
Sister: “Huh..? What...?”
Guy: “The presenter from the Crystal Maze! What’s his name?!?”
Out of the weirdness, I then leaned over the window
Me: "Bloke, my sister's a nurse, and five semesters away from being a physician. So you may wanta check yourself up"
Sister: (Jesmashhh! I know this. lol. they're giving out freebies!)
Sister: “Uhh, yeah. The current presenter or the one who recently came out from the down-low? (my sister was being sarcastic. nice one sis! :) she meant to say gay, but it's forbidden to say such publicly in England. Yes I know, very weird)
Guy: “Huh?”
Sister: “Ed Tudor-Pole.”
Guy: “ED TUDOR-POLE. YEEEEEEESSSSSSSSS! *CLING CLING CLING!!*” (some kind of bell or something)
Even through the tiny drive-through speaker, I hear the entire place, employees and customers alike, absolutely erupt in celebration: screaming, clapping, and in all likelihood cartwheeling and blowing horns, popping hurray balloons around the store (or so I imagined).
Sister: “So…how much was that for the coffee?”
Guy: “Tweed, you win! Drive around!”
Suspicious yet highly amused, She drive around to the window, at which We were treated to a round of applause from the entire store. (Just how long had this discussion been going on before we arrived?)
Regardless, She was the hero! She had saved the day! Imagine if none of the customers got the answer or just ignored the nuisance. Over the cheers, We were told, “Your money’s no good here, fellas!” and handed additional prizes: Five pieces of xx-large cookies and five cups of hot milk. Basically, food for everyone in the car.
So, even though I’m currently eating what is quite possibly the world’s tastiest, most perfectly cooked M&M and chocolate chunk cookie and drinking free milk (finally my exorbitant amount of trivial contemplating has paid off!), each bite is admittedly fractionally lugubrious.
Sister: "What I've told ya bro? I told ya it's gonna be a good day!"
Me: "ditto. love you ate!"
:)
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
excited to write a new post after a loooooong absence So I’ve been neglecting this blog for the longest time, and I apologize. Long story short, I’m doing a ton of other *oxymoron alert* creative things. I've been balancing university stuff and (Yes yes yo! finally :p) I've been working on my first novel (yipee!) Hopefully I'll get the content done by next year so I can already patent it(??) (commercial: daydreaming to be featured on the New York times) ugh. lol..i've just smoked a bag of meth.. so whatever. haha. ANYWAY, I'll be posting like exerpts after I'm done with the first few chapters.
So I thought, Wow. I've just haven’t gotten back to doing this blog. I will, however try to update it as possibly often. I’m re-envisioning the whole shebang, so it’ll probably be a dramatic launch or something else. We'll see.
Anyway it's holy guacamole sunday, which crawls under my ears screaming sleeeeeeeeeep! HECK YEAH. Ah, there’s nothing like a Sunday Pajama Jammy Jam (wow, I can’t believe I freaking just wrote that -I’m so lame) on a midterm weekend. It’s almost 3 pm on a Sunday afternoon and I’m still in bed. Technically I haven’t been in bed the whole time since uh... summer recess?
There are things to be done! Shower to be had. facial hair be shaved. Nails to be cut. Laundry to be started. Bed to be made. Porn to be watched (kidding). Yet I’m having an awfully hard time dragging myself out of this bed. My neck is stiff. I’m tired as sin. I just want to lay here, rollover, bask under the serenity of the four corners of my room and go right back to sleep.
But that’s just not going to happen. I’m too busy thinking about some exciting stuff. First, there’s the good part, I only have 2 hours before I shower myself and race off for date number sixty-five with my sister and two cousins for super late brunch outside. I have a feeling that I’m not going to be great company because I’m dead tired. We were supposed to go watch a movie, But, what the heck. A movie isn't as good if the actors and actresses aren't doing anything sexually(kidding! lol.)
right now, my mind is racing with the age old question of, “Should I stay or should I go?”
lol. i'll write something more interesting later. as for now.... I'll be answering my body's call.
see yah!
Monday, June 9, 2008
who am I? three things: three names you go by: 1. jesma 2. airam ('maria' spelled backwards) 3. (bboy) j-tag (dynamiks christened me)
three random things about you: 1. I consider listening to Vivaldi therapeutic. 2. I'm a consummate nonhiphop. 3. I'm not really good with direct/instuctions
three places you've vistited over the last three months 1. Sussex, England 2. Man U. 3. Portland, ME
three places you consider home: 1. Toledo city, Cebu 2. caloocan 3. Santa Monica, CA
three things to do before you die: 1. Write a series of novels (my loooongtime aspiration) 2. Jam with the rock steady crew or NYC breakerz 3. Inspire people
three things you believe in: 1. love conquers all (awww..) 2. God 3. YOU. :)
three email usernames: 1. caddette12 2. rossiyskaya_federatsiya (that's russian federation for ya'll) 3. jesmaeruzione
three things you like to do: 1. converse with just anyone I get to sit beside with (bus, plane, school, etc.) 2. read.. also write random stuff 3. read..
three things to pass time. 1. eat 2. sleep 3. answer nature's call :) ...and sleep more.
three career choices: 1. novelist 2. bboy/dancer 3. olympic fencer or judoka (although I've given up already, it's still a thought)
three things you do after waking up. 1. throw the alarm clock 2. pray. 3. sleep again.
three of your favorite authors: 1. Harper Lee 2. Stephen King 3. Dr. Rizal
three favorite tv series: 1. two and a half men 2. one tree hill 3. family guy
three of your bestfriends: 1. aneka 2. gec 3. mervyn (basically everyone i meet, i consider my 'best'friend)
top three people in life: 1. (considering non sensient people) GOD 2. family 3. all the people I've met.. or will meet, i'm so blessed knowing you. :)
Monday, June 2, 2008
will kill for donuts
I think we all can agree: Donuts—or doughnuts, if you're a briton—are the food of the gods. A handheld confection, sometimes cake, sometimes raised, sometimes frosted, sometimes glazed, sometimes stuffed with goo, sometimes filled with only a lonely hole, donuts are the total package.
A friend recently told me she'd eaten a donut and a half. How... what? I don’t understand this half-a-donut concept. Apparently, some psycho at her class cut a donut in half, ate one half, and left the other half behind. I just dont get it. The only appropriate reason to cut a donut in half is to facilitate dunking, if you’re into that (which I’m not: soggy donuts are not my thing). Is there anything sadder than half a donut?
Yes, There is.
Let me tell you how.
I went over Piccadly Circus which was around 20 tops from home just to buy from Dunkin' Donuts, which is by the way the ONLY Dunkin' Donuts store in London! (fuck-in madness! how could they do that?), I went home later than 7 pm, hoping that no one would ask for one (greedy ass! lol). As I walked past the living room, two of my cousins had their eyes lit up hopefully. Sorry, fellas. Twelve donuts, four people: you do the math. I had gotten my sister two Boston Kremes, three Maple Frosties, and a Glazed Cinnamon Roll. Unfair! she gets to have the yummy ones! too bad I can't argue (READ: 5th degree black belt in Judo) But the rest, theoretically, were for me to feast upon throughout the day. For breakfast, the maple-frosted and maybe a cruller. Jelly-filled makes an excellent afternoon snack. My favorite—the Vanilla Kreme-filled—is technically a dessert donut, so I was saving it for later.
Little did I realize that Ate Isa would try a donut other than her beloved Boston Kreme. I came into the kitchen just as she was biting into my dessert donut.
“There’s no filling,” She grumbled, taking a bite out of the other side, as I watched in stunned horror, the back of my head screaming, "NOOOOOOOoooooooooOOOoo!!"
“Yuuuuuuuck! It’s cake frosting!” She slammed the donut BACK IN THE BOX, where it sat, looking defiled. I eyed it with a mixture of pity and love, but even I was not desperate enough to eat this poor, mangled former donut. No, it went into the trash.
Poor me. Now what am I going to have for dessert?
If you want to eat a whole donut:
- Go for the raised donuts. They're less fattening. - Go for the unfrosted donuts. They're less fattening. - Oh, for god’s sake. These are donuts were talking about. They're supposed to be fattening.
ENJOY!
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Friday, June 27, 2008
world's easiest quiz
Care for a triva? Behold! The world’s easiest quiz for your delightful pleasure. Get a pen and a piece of paper and answer along. I'd be revealing the answers at the end of this post. :)
Get it all right and you'll get a kiss from britney spears! lol. (I know that was lame..)
no cheating please! let the quiz begin!
1. How long did the Hundred Years’ War last?
2. Which country makes Panama hats?
3. What is the color the American Green card?
4. In which month do Russians celebrate the October Revolution?
5. What is a camel’s hair brush made of?
6. What was King George VI’s first name?
7. What color is a purple finch?
8. Where are Chinese gooseberries from?
9. What is the color of the black box in a commercial airplane?
What I've told you? easy right? I know y'all were waiting in immense anticipation to see the answers, hence, I know put thee out of thy misery
1. How long did the Hundred Years’ War last? The answer is 116 years. It was fought by two royal houses for the French monarchy.
2. Which country makes Panama hats? Answer: Ecuador. Ugh.. I’m not sure what Panama is up to, but that’s another post for another day.
3. What is the color of the American green card? a.k.a permanent residence card. Everyone is after this, though I really don't know why.. USA is a fascist country and everyone hates them. Answer? It is actually white with some kind of yellow.
4. In which month do Russians celebrate the October Revolution? The October Revolution is celebrated in November. Who’d of thought? The Russians are those that occupy the largest land mass in the world. Oh, and some of them are kinda good looking too. Like the Ecuadorians.
5. What is a camel’s hair brush made of? Answer: Squirrel fur.
6. What was King George VI’s first name? Answer: Albert. I bet no one got this question right.
7. What color is a purple finch? A purple finch is a bird and its color is crimson. Crimson is described as a bright, strong, deep red colour combined with a pinch of blue, resulting in a tiny degree of purple.
8. Where are Chinese gooseberries from? Chinese gooseberries are from New Zealand. They are not associated with rude geese. They are not part of male genetailia, and they have nothing to do with goosing, clever new In fact, chinese gooseberries are also known as kiwifruit.
9. What is the color of the black box in a commercial airplane? Answer. Orange.
lol. not as easy as you think.. Hope you had fun reading!
c
Monday, June 23, 2008
are you man enough....TO BE A NURSE? My sister is a geriatric nurse dealing with dying patients. I can tell you, that emotions runs all over the place, the feeling is so eerie and you get goosebumps all over your body. A stream of melancholic ambiance smothers the whole center and it was such an unpleasant place to be. After my clinicals last Monday, I went with my sister to her work, a bit of taste of how my life would be in the future. The patients there have terminal illnesses, so they are predisposed to die anytime of the day. My sister does her normal routine - checking vital signs, giving IV meds, etc. and she whispers something to every single patient as well.I'm sure it isn't part of a nurse's job so while going home I asked her about it. "ate, I notice that you whisper something to every dying patient in the convalescent center... is that part of the job?"
"oh boy. if I have a nickel for every time I hear that question. probably I won't be working now *wink*"
"it must be hard ain't it? dealing with all those emotions running through. it sucks to be in a building full of dying people. i wonder.
"yeah definitely, been there. takes a lot of courage... when I was starting, I can't help but always cry, they're so helpless and knowing that you can't heal them anymore adds to the burden."
"what do you whisper to them then?"
"When you meet our Creator, Please pray for me, my brothers Jason, Jessie and Lloyd. I'm so privileged to serve you, just as I'm privileged to serve Him.
This brought me into tears. Serious. Now I'm really motivated becoming a nurse.
Nurses here in London are needed. Desperately.
There aren’t enough nurses to meet the needs of our rapidly expanding health care systems. By 2018, roughly half a million nurses will be needed here in England to fill the nursing shortage.
Nursing provides you a way to make a difference in your life, your patients’ lives, the life of the community in which you serve.
Nursing is, after all, a service profession.
You will serve by healing the sick and promoting health in the community. You will serve the disenfranchised of society and those who reside in upscale communities.
You will be present at the beginning of life and you will be there guiding a patient and their family through the process of dying. You will receive untold rewards from your patients. Perhaps it will be a heartfelt “thank you”. Or a shy smile from a toddler as you hand them a teddy bear. Maybe it will be the satisfaction of watching an anxious patient in pain relax and sleep for the first time in a day.
But let me tell you the greatest reason for choosing to be a nurse…
When you walk out of that job, whether it be a hospital, a clinic or a home, you will leave with the knowledge that you made a difference in someone’s life.
And you will be touched by those same lives.
In the end, even considering the benefits, the flexibility, the income and the respect you will receive as a nurse…
Making a difference in your patient’s lives is the best reason of all.
Become a nurse and touch people's lives. It is the most fulfilling job there is.
c
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
I told ya it's gonna be a good day! If you had read my previous entry, I was contemplating if I should stay or go.
Good thing I did :)
So my sister was driving us home from the movies, we.. ugh.. no, SHE got in line at the drive-through lane at Starbucks about a neighborhood from home. Now all of you might already know that I really don't like drinking coffee as much as you peeps don't like appreciating mosaics or stargazing two in the morning (it's a personal hobby! :p). My cousins, who were in the backseat, doesn't have a liking for coffee either, but my sister was persistent. From now on, I'll make sure that I'll get behind the wheel every time we go out on a date again.
Guy from speaker: “Hi! My name is Aaron! With a trrrrrrrrrrripleee 'A'! (Jesus h.christ...so lame.) Welcome to Starbucks! What can I get started for youuuuuuuuuu?” (Ugh. These people are always inordinately cheerful)
Sister: “Um, yes….Iced White Chocolate Mocha Espresso, please.
Guy: “Quick! What’s the name of the Tele presenter (host) on The Crystal Maze? (A very famous game show here in Britain from the 90's but still does re-runs on the tele)
Sister: “Huh..? What...?”
Guy: “The presenter from the Crystal Maze! What’s his name?!?”
Out of the weirdness, I then leaned over the window
Me: "Bloke, my sister's a nurse, and five semesters away from being a physician. So you may wanta check yourself up"
Sister: (Jesmashhh! I know this. lol. they're giving out freebies!)
Sister: “Uhh, yeah. The current presenter or the one who recently came out from the down-low? (my sister was being sarcastic. nice one sis! :) she meant to say gay, but it's forbidden to say such publicly in England. Yes I know, very weird)
Guy: “Huh?”
Sister: “Ed Tudor-Pole.”
Guy: “ED TUDOR-POLE. YEEEEEEESSSSSSSSS! *CLING CLING CLING!!*” (some kind of bell or something)
Even through the tiny drive-through speaker, I hear the entire place, employees and customers alike, absolutely erupt in celebration: screaming, clapping, and in all likelihood cartwheeling and blowing horns, popping hurray balloons around the store (or so I imagined).
Sister: “So…how much was that for the coffee?”
Guy: “Tweed, you win! Drive around!”
Suspicious yet highly amused, She drive around to the window, at which We were treated to a round of applause from the entire store. (Just how long had this discussion been going on before we arrived?)
Regardless, She was the hero! She had saved the day! Imagine if none of the customers got the answer or just ignored the nuisance. Over the cheers, We were told, “Your money’s no good here, fellas!” and handed additional prizes: Five pieces of xx-large cookies and five cups of hot milk. Basically, food for everyone in the car.
So, even though I’m currently eating what is quite possibly the world’s tastiest, most perfectly cooked M&M and chocolate chunk cookie and drinking free milk (finally my exorbitant amount of trivial contemplating has paid off!), each bite is admittedly fractionally lugubrious.
Sister: "What I've told ya bro? I told ya it's gonna be a good day!"
Me: "ditto. love you ate!"
:)
c
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
excited to write a new post after a loooooong absence So I’ve been neglecting this blog for the longest time, and I apologize. Long story short, I’m doing a ton of other *oxymoron alert* creative things. I've been balancing university stuff and (Yes yes yo! finally :p) I've been working on my first novel (yipee!) Hopefully I'll get the content done by next year so I can already patent it(??) (commercial: daydreaming to be featured on the New York times) ugh. lol..i've just smoked a bag of meth.. so whatever. haha. ANYWAY, I'll be posting like exerpts after I'm done with the first few chapters.
So I thought, Wow. I've just haven’t gotten back to doing this blog. I will, however try to update it as possibly often. I’m re-envisioning the whole shebang, so it’ll probably be a dramatic launch or something else. We'll see.
Anyway it's holy guacamole sunday, which crawls under my ears screaming sleeeeeeeeeep! HECK YEAH. Ah, there’s nothing like a Sunday Pajama Jammy Jam (wow, I can’t believe I freaking just wrote that -I’m so lame) on a midterm weekend. It’s almost 3 pm on a Sunday afternoon and I’m still in bed. Technically I haven’t been in bed the whole time since uh... summer recess?
There are things to be done! Shower to be had. facial hair be shaved. Nails to be cut. Laundry to be started. Bed to be made. Porn to be watched (kidding). Yet I’m having an awfully hard time dragging myself out of this bed. My neck is stiff. I’m tired as sin. I just want to lay here, rollover, bask under the serenity of the four corners of my room and go right back to sleep.
But that’s just not going to happen. I’m too busy thinking about some exciting stuff. First, there’s the good part, I only have 2 hours before I shower myself and race off for date number sixty-five with my sister and two cousins for super late brunch outside. I have a feeling that I’m not going to be great company because I’m dead tired. We were supposed to go watch a movie, But, what the heck. A movie isn't as good if the actors and actresses aren't doing anything sexually(kidding! lol.)
right now, my mind is racing with the age old question of, “Should I stay or should I go?”
lol. i'll write something more interesting later. as for now.... I'll be answering my body's call.
see yah!
c
Monday, June 9, 2008
who am I? three things: three names you go by: 1. jesma 2. airam ('maria' spelled backwards) 3. (bboy) j-tag (dynamiks christened me)
three random things about you: 1. I consider listening to Vivaldi therapeutic. 2. I'm a consummate nonhiphop. 3. I'm not really good with direct/instuctions
three places you've vistited over the last three months 1. Sussex, England 2. Man U. 3. Portland, ME
three places you consider home: 1. Toledo city, Cebu 2. caloocan 3. Santa Monica, CA
three things to do before you die: 1. Write a series of novels (my loooongtime aspiration) 2. Jam with the rock steady crew or NYC breakerz 3. Inspire people
three things you believe in: 1. love conquers all (awww..) 2. God 3. YOU. :)
three email usernames: 1. caddette12 2. rossiyskaya_federatsiya (that's russian federation for ya'll) 3. jesmaeruzione
three things you like to do: 1. converse with just anyone I get to sit beside with (bus, plane, school, etc.) 2. read.. also write random stuff 3. read..
three things to pass time. 1. eat 2. sleep 3. answer nature's call :) ...and sleep more.
three career choices: 1. novelist 2. bboy/dancer 3. olympic fencer or judoka (although I've given up already, it's still a thought)
three things you do after waking up. 1. throw the alarm clock 2. pray. 3. sleep again.
three of your favorite authors: 1. Harper Lee 2. Stephen King 3. Dr. Rizal
three favorite tv series: 1. two and a half men 2. one tree hill 3. family guy
three of your bestfriends: 1. aneka 2. gec 3. mervyn (basically everyone i meet, i consider my 'best'friend)
top three people in life: 1. (considering non sensient people) GOD 2. family 3. all the people I've met.. or will meet, i'm so blessed knowing you. :)
c
Monday, June 2, 2008
will kill for donuts
I think we all can agree: Donuts—or doughnuts, if you're a briton—are the food of the gods. A handheld confection, sometimes cake, sometimes raised, sometimes frosted, sometimes glazed, sometimes stuffed with goo, sometimes filled with only a lonely hole, donuts are the total package.
A friend recently told me she'd eaten a donut and a half. How... what? I don’t understand this half-a-donut concept. Apparently, some psycho at her class cut a donut in half, ate one half, and left the other half behind. I just dont get it. The only appropriate reason to cut a donut in half is to facilitate dunking, if you’re into that (which I’m not: soggy donuts are not my thing). Is there anything sadder than half a donut?
Yes, There is.
Let me tell you how.
I went over Piccadly Circus which was around 20 tops from home just to buy from Dunkin' Donuts, which is by the way the ONLY Dunkin' Donuts store in London! (fuck-in madness! how could they do that?), I went home later than 7 pm, hoping that no one would ask for one (greedy ass! lol). As I walked past the living room, two of my cousins had their eyes lit up hopefully. Sorry, fellas. Twelve donuts, four people: you do the math. I had gotten my sister two Boston Kremes, three Maple Frosties, and a Glazed Cinnamon Roll. Unfair! she gets to have the yummy ones! too bad I can't argue (READ: 5th degree black belt in Judo) But the rest, theoretically, were for me to feast upon throughout the day. For breakfast, the maple-frosted and maybe a cruller. Jelly-filled makes an excellent afternoon snack. My favorite—the Vanilla Kreme-filled—is technically a dessert donut, so I was saving it for later.
Little did I realize that Ate Isa would try a donut other than her beloved Boston Kreme. I came into the kitchen just as she was biting into my dessert donut.
“There’s no filling,” She grumbled, taking a bite out of the other side, as I watched in stunned horror, the back of my head screaming, "NOOOOOOOoooooooooOOOoo!!"
“Yuuuuuuuck! It’s cake frosting!” She slammed the donut BACK IN THE BOX, where it sat, looking defiled. I eyed it with a mixture of pity and love, but even I was not desperate enough to eat this poor, mangled former donut. No, it went into the trash.
Poor me. Now what am I going to have for dessert?
If you want to eat a whole donut:
- Go for the raised donuts. They're less fattening. - Go for the unfrosted donuts. They're less fattening. - Oh, for god’s sake. These are donuts were talking about. They're supposed to be fattening.
ENJOY!
c
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