New Cam!

My boyfriend has decided to get my my Christmas present early this year, and after what seemed like forever I finally got a camera! Its a Kodak Easy Share C14 with an 8.2 megapixel resolution! I can't wait to use it on events and post my pictures on Geek Sugar's Cool Capture, Flickr or Picasa... I am not a very good photographer (yet) but I am planning to be one! Right after blogging this I am definitely Google-ing stuff about digital photography!

Schizophrenia

We sometimes eat lunch at the Promenade, usually pasta from Xocolat. Yesterday I was at Promenade again, eating pesto pasta and leafing through a magazine. I read an article about a woman who battled schizophrenia. She is now in her thirties, but she was diagnosed with the mental illness sometime in college, when she had been nineteen, a budding writer working with the University paper and with a bright future ahead of her. Somehow things went to a downward spiral when the disease took control of her life. She had parents, friends, and a community who accepts her, but when the voices became insistent, they all left and she was left alone.

Today at Digg I again saw an article on Schizophrenia. It described the same symptoms, and a woman who has battled the disease, albeit not the same woman described in the magazine article. The experience was likewise the same: a person who seemingly has everything and who loses everything all because of the voices in their heads.

Death and Life

I practice a very morbid exercise whenever I feel down. I learned the idea from a class in college, even though back then, it had a different purpose. In Social Science, our professor made us write our own epitaph and compose a story of how we are going to die. It's supposed to make us comfortable with the idea of death and dying and how both are linked to life. I sometimes use this activity to make me realize how life can still be beautiful, despite its flaws.

CRAMPS!

My boyfriend and I have recently taken up jogging as a hobby. Yesterday, we went to the University to jog around the academic oval, some 2 kilometers per lap. When I was finished running around a third of my first lap, I suddenly felt pain in my lower abs.

I reached our meeting place, at the peak of the oval in front of a certain building. I found a bench and sat down. By this time, I believe my lips were already turning white with pain. My knees were buckling under me and sweat was pouring down my temples. It felt like my uterus was being torn to pieces from inside of me and the residue wanted to get out of my mouth and my other parts!  Seriously, it was that painful. My head was throbbing and tears were forming in my eyes in pain!

Dia on GeekSugar

I posted this summer's vacation pictures which I took at Puerto Princesa City in Palawan on Geek Sugar, my favorite blog at Sugar. I'm sort of proud that my not-so-techie phone was able to take such nice photos as a testament to a wonderful time I had in one of the most beautiful places in the country. Here's a link:

Mediya's Post

Ten Reasons Why I Simply Love Gmail

1. Faster loading time.
2. Cool appearance.
3. Bigger allowable size of attached files.
4. "Download All" button.
5. Google Calendar.
6. Google Docs.
7. Colored Labels.
8. Colored Flags/Stars (mine's pink!)
9. Archive Folder.
10. Task Window.

<3 Eyelovet!! <3

Ferocious what?

After a year, I rediscovered the avatar I created for Facebook Wrestling. Here's her bio:

Basic Information

Favorite Saying:

SU GTFO!

Biography:

Nineteen-year-old American wrestler Dolores Jackson, of Hispanic-African descent, or "Ferocious D" as she calls herself in the local wrestling circles, grew up in a predominantly Spanish area of New York City raised singly by her mother Flor Vega, sister of the late and great Mexican luchador Pedro Vega. A stunning turn of events led her into the lair of Ambrose "The Big Brose" Jackson, strongman of notorious NYC gang The Bloods, who introduced himself to her as her father. Fueled by revenge, Dolores vows to destroy her father for his abandonment and the death of Flor Vega when Dolores was nine. She combines trained moves from her luchador uncle and street-smart brawl-style fighting that comes natural to this NYC-bred wrestler.

Personality:

Heel: Mastermind
Always scheming behind the scenes to get others to do their dirty work.

Height:

5'3"

Hometown:

NYC

I got more losses than wins and eventually lost interest in the game. I basically lost interest in all Facebook games. But still, Ferocious D. lol. =D