Hello Old Mobile Phone, Where To?

Earlier this morning, I woke and checked the time on my x-year old mobile phone. And I knew, it was time for the hit TV show Glee’s 2^nd season premiere. (I know, I admit that I’m a gleek!) I was more interested watching it because a fellow Filipino is on the show: singer Charice.

 (Well, if you haven’t heard of her, get a life! or rather, check her on youtube.)

Her scene with Rachel Berry singing Lady Gaga+Beyonce’s “Telephone” on a washroom is just awesome! 

(I’m not a biased fan!) 

Then it just hit me, “I think I need to replace my old mobile phone”.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not an impulsive buyer who calls for the next 5 minutes each time they see this weird gadget on sale shown on shop TV channels. 

The line “And wait, there’s more” just don’t thrill me.

I can’t recall how many times I changed my mobile phone. And most of us just let those old phones lying around in the dirty corners of our rooms. Why? Because most of us think that we won’t get much value for our once loved phones. But, when was the last time you REALLY checked for its REAL value?

Maybe you’re thinking, “Some cash for mobiles like mine? Seriously? I’d get some pocket change for it!” Personally, recycling it is a lot better than just leaving your old phone to accumulate dust and whatnots. Just give your phone details, and you can get started.

Recycling your old mobile phone is as simple as recycling your rubbish in the recyclable bin. The big difference? : You get some cash in return to buy that new savvy phone on sale. 

Repeat after me: I must cash my phone. Now.

**blog ad by reigun**

Dialogues sa Ukay

Yep. Kung dati ay may mga nalalagay ako dito sa blog na to tulad ng "DIalogues sa Psych Ward" kung saan ay nakukuwento ko ang mga experiences ko bilang isang psych nurse, ngayon ay subukan kong ishare yung experiences ko dito sa Inglatera.

"Ang Dialogues sa Ukay."

Eto ang typical na usapan...at eto ang mga typical kong generic answers...

Sa ward:

Reigun: Hello! Good day, how are you?

Patient/Patient's Relative: I'm alright. Where are you from?

Reigun: From the Philippines. (sabay ngiting dogstyle na nagsusumigaw ng "MABUHAY!")

Patient/Relative: Oh, is that right? You sound like an American.  The way you talk. 

Reigun:  Oh, thanks. (Pahumble na, pacute pa amp) Well, I guess because we were exposed to American culture, and our education is patterned after their system. So, yeah. (Buhol-buhol na dila ko nito.)

Patient/Relative: oooh.

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Formspring: Do you believe in love at first sight?

If love is blind, then my answer is hell yeah.

Ask me anything at your own risk. pramis.

Formspring: Why do superheros wear their underwear on the outside of their clothes?

Because they've got the BALLS to do so.

Ask me anything at your own risk. pramis.

thoughtpic: BIRDS

Somewhere in London, along the Thames River.
This sign belongs to a "Bird Watcher" selling some binoculars.
He's got a nice bird, too.

Dreamt of running away from a movie villain?

Ever dreamt of running away from a movie villain?

Yes, it's pretty common especially of you've just watched an awesome film before you sleep. Or day-dreamt of something related to it before going to bed.

Anyway highway, here's my dream last night. (Time now is 9:30 A.M., just for orientation, hehe)

Dream:

I was back home in Quezon City, Philippines. I could easily recognize our blue metal gates, with a street-gang graffiti on the exterior.

I was well inside the house, secured by the light-metallic door, and I was standing on the marble stone flooring.

But, I was obviously feeling exhausted. Apparently, I was running away from something, from someone.

Then the scene shifted as if on a film, and I saw a glimpse of my antagonist. HE was like a black cloud. And he was slowly gaining form, figure, and a face. A familiar face!

OMG, it was DARTH fuckin VADER!!!!


"What on earth am I going to do with Darth Vader? I'm no Jedi! I have no space gear or something! Where art thou Chewbacca?!" Those were the thoughts racing my mind at the time.

But he was fast. Oh, he was damn quick. He's Darth fuckin Vader!

Shifting back at home, I am Jedi Power-less. This is a lost fight. Then suddenly, out of nowhere, came to the rescue.

A dog! Yes, just what I need versus DARTH fuckin VADER!

Oh wait, it was my sister's dead dog. A cross bred white Pomeranian-Spitz named Chloe. And she was just staring at the gates, waiting for my doom.

---- The End ----

There, I've just wasted 3-5 minutes of your precious time.

But to make something out of this, I've tried to interpret my dream. Just to make sense out of this shit.

www.dreammoods.com

So I failed to search anything with Darth fuckin Vader. But somehow I managed to do with these stuffs:


Chase 

"To dream that you are being chased, signifies that you are avoiding a situation that you do not think is conquerable. It is a metaphor for some form of insecurity... Alternatively, you may be running away from a primal urge or fear."

Dog 

"To see a dog in your dream, symbolizes intuition, loyalty, generosity, protection, and fidelity. The dream suggests that your strong values and good intentions will enable you to go forward in the world and bring you success. The dream dog may also represent someone in your life who exhibits these qualities. Alternatively, to see a dog in your dream, indicates a skill that you may have ignored or forgotten...If the dog is dead or dying, then it means a loss of a good friend or a deterioration of your instincts. Also consider common notions associated with the word dog, such as loyalty ("man's best friend") and to be "treated like a dog".

Home 

"To see your home in your dream, signifies security, basic needs, and values. You may be feeling at "home" or settled at your new job or environment. Alternatively, the dream represents your basic needs and priorities."

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Now, if that does make sense, I'm not really sure. But it does make more sense than DARTH fuckin VADER versus a dead Spitz. 

I realized before I slept, I was watching videos of the movie Hachiko. Heart-wrenching!

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P.S., this is the picture frame hanging on my bedside wall. He knows better.

On Chelmsford, fishballs, and John Lloyd

"Chelmsford is the county town of Essex, England, and the principal settlement of the borough of Chelmsford. It is located in the London commuter belt." -Wikipedia

Sa Chelmsford matatagpuan ang Anglia Ruskin University, kung saan dun ako nag-te-take ng "Overseas Nursing Program", kasama ng mga ka-cohort ko. Isang linggo kada buwan sa loob ng apat na buwan, o 20 na araw, lagi kaming pumupunta dun sakay ng aming "school bus" (at minsang sakay rin ng taxi).

Bukas na ang huling araw namin sa unibersidad, pero marami pang pagdadaanan at mga kailangang mga ipasa na mga proyekto. Pag pinalad, papasa kami at makukuha na ang minimithing "PIN", na magsasabing "Registered Nurses" na talaga kami. (Yahoo!)

Bittersweet. Yan ang experience bilang part-time student dito sa U.K. Iintindihin mo ang "bloody english" ng mga propesor na pang-"Hollywood" ang mga dialogue. Susuungin ang pabago-bagong panahon sa loob ng isang araw. Sa umaga, malamig at mahangin. Na biglang iinit. Na biglang uulan. Na susundan ng lamig ulit. Na matutuloy sa ubo at sipon.

Tapos lalabanan mo pa ang antok. Este, lalabanan mo pala ang tulog. Pagalingan na lamang kung paano di mahuhuli ng mga propesor. Isabay mo na rin ang pagalingan sa pagsalita sa wika ng Inggles na maiintindihan nila. (Di na pwede ang Carabao English, you know?)

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Sa loob ng isang oras na byahe mula sa lugar namin sa Harlow, lagi kong inaantay ang panahon namin sa eskwelahan.

Dahil:

1.) Nakakaligtas kami sa trabaho sa ospital.
2.) Nakakapagsuot kami ng kahit anong trip namin, wag lang ang Asul na uniporme.
3.) Ang aming oras ng pasok ay di masyadong maaga (8 AM para sa departure ng bus; 4 PM naman sa pabalik).
4.) Sakto lang ang aming uwian halos para sa mga shops sa town centre. (Karamihan kasi ng mga shops dito ay nagsasara na agad ng 4-6 PM. Oo, di pa sila natuturuan ni Henry Sy na magsara ng mall by 10 P.M.
5.) Masarap ang pakiramdam ng magbalik eskwela, feeling students ulit. (Minus the cutting classes at Kodigo!)
6.) Maganda ang library nila. (Maraming PC at libre wifi, ergo Facebook.lol)
7.) Masarap mamasyal sa town centre ng Chelmsford. Brick road. Old buildings. Semi-laidback pace. Plus the SALE. lavet!
8.) Dahil ito lang ang mga bihirang panahon na magkakasama-sama ang aming grupo, na binubuo ng labing-pito.
9.) Wala na akong maisip. Pero pramis, marami pang happenings.

Nakakatuwa ring isipin kung gaano ang pagkakaiba ng antas ng pag-aaral ng Pilipinas at sa UK.

Mahirap mang mag-aral nang walang fishball sa kanto.
Mahirap mang bumyahe ng walang jeep, tricycle, pedicab na nag-aabang.
Mahirap mang walang traffic kang kakasalubungin.
Mahirap mang paniwalaan na pwede palang tumawid sa tamang tawiran.
Mahirap mang isipin na walang vandalism sa university.
Mahirap mang isipin na walang aircon at electric fan sa mga klasrum.
Mahirap mang isipin na walang mga karinderya sa paligid ng skul.
Mahirap mang isipin na walang pagbabaha na nagaganap pag umuulan.

Pero ang masasabi ko lang, kahit saan mo ilagay ang Pinoy, ay mabubuhay at magtatagumpay pa rin. (Naks! Define Self-confidence.)

Pero tunay yan. Yan ang tatak ng Pinoy. Ng OFW. Matibay. At may Angas. Astig ba. *kindat2*

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Yan muna pansamantala.
Wala na akong sense magsulat.

Sobrang tagal na mula nung huli akong nag-update ng blog ko. Dahil na rin sa katoxican at ka-busyhan. At di ko na rin muling maalala ang huling pagkakataon na nakapag-blog talaga ako ng MATINO. (Hindi sa matino na may sense, pero yung talagang "blogpost" at hindi videos/pics lang. Nakakamiss rin pala. Salamat sa mga fellow bloggers/at fans es.te friends na nagsasabing mag-blog ulit ako. Maski di naman din nila mapupuntahan ang mga drama ng buhay ko, eh ayos lang. Oo, jumajohnlloyd lang ako!)

Oh, speaking of John Lloyd, is it true?! *tsismis mode on*