SENIOR YEAR

Funny how some senior year nursing students still managed to attend the annual Acquaintance Party last Friday night even though we are kicking our asses to finish our thesis – mine is still in coma *laughs*. Lack of sleep (and sex, lol) is apparent in our sluggish-looking faces.

LALALOVE that is Marvs!

Zits and 3-layer eyebags are breaking loose. Super looool!

The search-shit took, like, FOREVER!

But still, almost half attended the party. Believe me when I say that acquaintance parties are not big deal for us, really – these are just for the freshmen. But maybe, we are starting to realize that events like these are a more or less atypical excuse for a break – which we badly need.

With beautiful girls :) They got nothing on you babes!

Because I owe these pics to Hanna babes. Here's her group, the BWAD!

Wacky BWAD!

Because almost all of my closest buddies are there to my surprise, fine, “pretended to be surprised”, I thought to myself that this will be “one hell of a colossal party”. And indeed it was! As soon as the Search for Mister and Miss ACQ ended – my salutations to candidate #1 (Misturr ACQ, BSN) - we strutted our way to the dance floor.

Shakin' those booties!

Super looool :))) Pati sa seats, todo-hataw!

And because we were super-duper busy flaunting our moves, we haven’t thought of taking pics of ourselves. Thanks to baby Bryne for capturing these uber-cool shots. I’m all smiles!

Haha! Funny shot, parang di mga seniors.

Find me!

Everything went smooth from start to finish – uncool lang yung mga nambabasa, they made it a “wet and wild party” literally - so I went home with sheer joy. That’s one of the wackiest, craziest and happiest nights of my college life. Thanks to my closest buddies, friends, classmates and katorse-mates for making this “one hell of an experience”. I’m proud to have you guys! Yikes, I’m beginning to sound like a grown up and I don’t want that. :)))

I can’t wait for the Nursing Ball! Paging John Rhey, Daryll and the rest of the SNAB officers, make it grand!

Dear Mr. President

WARNING: This entry is not for the faint hearted.

First and foremost, let me congratulate you for your suh-weet victory. With almost 14 million votes, you won without any difficulty and finished way way ahead than my much-deserving bet and your cousin, Gibo Teodoro. Actually, I'm expecting from the start your easy victory but still, I didn't gave in to the pressure from my friends and family to vote for you. Duh! Honestly, I rather eat booger than to vote for a lame-duck president like you. Yes good senator, you read me right, I just compared you to a lame duck. I firmly believe that you cannot run a country because on your 12 years of being a politician, you just sashayed your way in and you just sashayed your way out of the Congress and that's it. What a waste of time and money your so-so performances were.

Good senator, if you doesn't take advantage of being the son of Ninoy and Cory, I doubt your ability to win this election. Seriously. You always basked behind the shadows of your parents and continue to do so even after their deaths. And it's kinda an overkill. You are a trying hard copycat of your father! Pardon me sir, but your father is much more intelligent, much more competent, much more charismatic and better looking than you sir. Are you sure he is your father? Because, really sir, there is no trace of Ninoy in you.

Every campaign advertisements you used last election played up your promise to eliminate corruption. That's a lie! It is impossible to eliminate corruption in our present society. And with you as our president? That's fncking impossible sir! That may not sound very pleasing to the ears and I'm not being negative too but that's reality. So stop pandering to us like we're a bunch of illiterates. Anyway, maybe your laughing your ass out while reading my letter because my arguments are already null. You are now the 15th President of the Philippines. You won sir, you won!

I wrote this letter not just to insult you but also to give you a suggestion. My original plan is to make a paper boat and make it float on Pasig River and hope that it would reach your table and be read by you. But it's kinda stupid these days, circa 2010. Going back to my suggestion, puh-leez reappoint Esperanza Cabral as DOH secretary. She's one hell of a secretary! She did an awesome showing by proving that she is no push over. She got the platinum balls to get things done even if it goes against the beliefs of some irritating Catholic Church leaders. Pardon me again sir but I believe that she will be a better president than you.

In two weeks time, you will take your oath as the president. And for sure, you're pretty excited that you bought a wig - haha, I'm kiddding sir. Seriously, your team has been preparing for this for months now. Oh, I bet that would be "the greatest show in town" with lots and lots of celebrities. With Kris as the director, that would be spectacular! Anyway, my challenge to you is this - work on your fashion sense, be Noynoy and not just your parent's son and most importantly, don't disappoint those who voted for you pretty fucking please. And another thing, may you not be stupid enough to forget that you actually promised the moon and stars for us. You may not know me sir but I'll stick my eyes on you. And if you screwed up, don't worry, I'll be there to punch you in the face. Goodluck President Noynoy!

Truly yours,

Jubert John R. Marzan

Source of photo here

PROUD PINOY?

Why should I be proud being a Filipino in the first place?

Should I be proud of the fact that the Philippines is the second richest country in Asia... in the fnckin' 1950s? Should I be proud that we are resilient because we can laugh at our problems and we laugh even when there is nothing to laugh about? Should I be proud because we have an elf as a president? Should I be proud of the Ampatuans who put the country in history books? Should I be proud of Noynoy Aquino? Or should I be proud of our 9 (!) medal haul in the Olympics?

Anyone can point out a thousand things which are wrong in this country, from being Asia's most corrupt to the poverty-stricken kids begging for coins in the streets, to the gruesome Maguindanao massacre, to the taxi drivers opening the car door to spit (that's gross!), to the world famous "Filipino time", to the women (and men too!) who loves to bicker, to the unraveling traffic jams in the metros and to the tons (multiplied it by 100) of other things that you want to curse the country for.

And yet. I'm still a Filipino and I love being one. Despite all the misery brought by being a Filipino, my faith and belief in my race is still intact. No matter what they tell about my country, the Philippines will always be where my heart is.

Why not? There is so much to rave about being a Filipino and being in the Philippines. We live on a paradise, we have a rich cultural heritage, our adobo, our "never-say-die attitude", our warm smiles, Dr. Jose Rizal, our beautiful ladies, we decapitated Magellan, we showed the world the true meaning of "People Power", we have Charice and Pacman, our jeepney, the Aquino couple (I will say family but...), we taught people how to smile after a misfortune - oh, I can go forever baby. That's why there's no reason for us to be insecure, to be envy. Because we are so blessed. What more could we ask? There is so much to be proud of and to live for.

To the people who think that there is no hope for the Philippines, to the retarded columnist who called the Philippines a nation of servants, to the desperate housewife that insulted the quality of Philippine medical education, to the Comedy Central loser who called President Cory a slut, to the fugly Adam Carolla who called the pound-for-pound king illiterate, I feel so sorry for you. And to all the Filipinos who proclaim that they are ashamed to be Filipinos, to tell you, I'm much more ashamed to have you as "kababayans".

Excuse me Juan dela Cruz, before you judge our country, before you look down and spit on us, before you shove in anyone's faces that the country sucks big time, pause for a moment and ponder, "What exactly have YOU done to make this the place you want it to be?". If none, then just zip it. You don't have any right to complain, you don't have any right to whimper and snivel because you yourself have done nothing.

I have come to realize that it is the people who makes the country and not the other way around. Moreover, I have come to realize that if we want this country to gain its loss glory, we must put our shits together and work towards a united goal. This will not be an easy ride, there will always be the pain of defeat and pleasure of triumph. But what separates the two is the attitude we Filipinos possess. We are known for our resiliency. We can manage to laugh even after a tragedy. It is not that we can't take anything seriously but because we prefer to move forward with renewed vigor and rising expectation than to just sit down and cry.

Some of us may be exhausted of "Philippines-in-deep-poo-poo" state and some may think that the only way to get out is to give up. No puh-leez, keep holding on. Sino pa ba ang magmamahal at mag-aaruga sa Pilipinas kung hindi tayong mga Pilipino? Sino pa ba ang magmamalaki sa ating lahi kundi tayo-tayo din? If nobody wants to lift our chair for us then we must do it ourselves. Or else nobody will know how much we're worth.

As for me, I refuse to believe that my country is a hopeless case.

I refuse to be humiliated by my own lineage.

I refuse to lambaste my own countrymen.

I refuse to exchange my citizenship for anything else.

I refuse to give up.

I am a Filipino and will always be a Filipino, "sa isip, sa salita at sa gawa".

DAPAT GIBO!