I'm down to my last (hellish) couple of weeks of school before term break.  This term has been a tiring one but for the first time I seem to be experiencing what it really feels like to be a real graduate student.  It's draining and it deprives you of much-needed sleep, but you get to know people much like you beyond the name, and it's a lot of fun.  I honestly still have no idea if I have the determination to see this through the end, but this term I can finally say that I'm actually getting something out of this besides being able to tell people that I'm taking an MBA.

...Look at what she got herself :)

Tita Cake and I bought a pack for our Christmas party last December and I've been hooked since.  Yum yum.

Wala lang; I just gulped down a few glasses of it moments ago and thought I'd share.  Hehe :)

Grabe haggard ang ManAcc (Management Accounting) midterms.  There's no other better way to express how I feel.  And I feel even more pessimistic because I think I failed last week's quiz; what's more frustrating is that I knew the answers, it's just that my own stupidity ate up my time.

I'm spent.  Can't wait for tomorrow's party and workout.

I left work early yesterday and skipped my regular Tuesday workout so I could have some much-needed rest; I crammed at least four different fluids into my system and was in bed as early as 11:30 AM (yes, that <i>is</i> early for me).  However, by 3 AM I was still alive n' awake n' coughin' nonstop.

Then it hit me: this was not the first time this would've happened if this hunch was right.  I had to check the drug information manual MIMS to discover that I wasn't mistaken -- I'd been taking the wrong medicine all along.

Stupid Jess.

If you read this journal, even if I don't speak to you often, post a memory of me.
It can be anything you want.
It can be good or bad, just so long as it happened.
Then post this on your journal too!

(Be surprised (or not) about what people remember about you.)

I need to keep my big mouth shut before karmic forces set out to get me.

Not many people know that if things had gone a bit differently, I wouldn't be the eldest in my family.  My mom had a miscarriage three years before I was born and my parents were getting hopeless about having a child.

Now there's a fortune-telling practice called Kau Cim done in Chinese temples, based on the principle "what you request is what you get" (有求必應).  In this particular temple, you are made to hold two pieces of wood, each shaped like crescent; each piece of wood has a flat side and a round side.  The person with a wish is to drop these pieces of wood on the floor.  If the round side of both pieces turn up on the floor, then it means your wish will be granted.

My parents visited the Taoist temple in Cebu less than two years before I was born.



The rounds side of my dad's, my mom's, and my wooden blocks all turned up.  Here's to hoping wishes do come true :)

More pictures from my trip to Cebu here.