Sanct Nito

De grands moments ils passent près si vous êtes désespérément essai négligent de parler les mots que j’avais voulu dire pendant longtemps. Langue attachée, chaque fois que j’essaye de vous parler à temps, je trouverai la bonne ligne. A attrapé un aperçu de vous que je tremble chaque fois que vous marchez en essayant désespérément de trouver une manière d’être près de vous, pour obtenir près de vous. Dans mon esprit, des pensées de jeux de vous toute l’heure je trouverai la bonne ligne Je saignerai pour vous aime un nouveau tatouage à mon coeur que vous resterez permanent Est-ce que je suis trop en retard maintenant ? Est-ce que je trouverai une manière de vous arriver de façon ou d’autre ? Elle me casse vers le bas encore qu’elle me décompose.

if you think that i finally got over wanting to become a saint…think again…

i still, always have, and always will, want to become one…

now, today’s visit to a church gave me something new to be concerned about becoming a saint…let me elaborate…

as we were lining up towards the side altar so that we could venerate the icon of our mother of perpetual help (yes, i was in redem…), a small niche containing the statue of a young lady, probably in her twenties, wearing a pink dress and holding a palm branch (symbol of martyrs), suddenly caught my eye…not because of its sheer beauty, since the statue looked just like any other…it was instead the lack of an ‘identification mark’ on the statue that created a lingering question in me…’who in heaven’s name is she?’…until now, i still dont know…

and so, if i were to be beatified and eventually canonized, i most humbly ask you, my dear friends (and would be devotees…lol) that when time comes for you to make images of me, please do write my name on it…i dont want to be another figure in the altar that would make people ask:’who’s that?’…

click on the link below and read on…

parental guidance encouraged…

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disregard the revalida…who fails in those anyway? joke…

anyway, as i sat down the couch and prepared to clear my mind from anything pertaining to school, and prepared to savor my 2-weeks or so of stress-free living, my sister just came into the room and switched on the news…

the top stories: RETAKE FOR THE NURSING BOARD EXAM…and…THE DEATH 20 NEWBORNS IN A MANILA HOSPITAL DUE TO NEONATAL SEPSIS…

god! nursing is haunting me!

i just found out yesterday that I AM NOT A MEMBER OF THE CATHOLIC CHURCH!

i was baptized as RONNELL Anthony D. Nito…GOD GOD GOD!

i can never be a saint of the church…because i was not even a catholic in the first place!

waaahhhh! this priest guy told me to go the chancery–what the heck is that?–to have my records corrected, but i have to present a copy of my birth certificate (f*ck! all my legal documents are already at Canada!)

to make things worse, i lost my original birth and baptismal certificates!

now, if i dont present my baptismal certificate, then my application for immigrant status to canada would be good for nothing….God! so much for passing my ELISA…grrrrrrr…

of all, it was the church–which i have grown to loved (somehow)–that i least expected to be the reason for the delay of my visa application…grrrr…

i wont go to NSO begging for a birth certificate…NEVER! i swear to the Almighty, i will get my baptismal certificate fixed! and not even a rain of fire can stop me!

excommunicate me if you want…but i am getting that certificate…by hook or by crook…

Oh God, forgive me for saying such mean things against Your Church…but i just want my freaking baptismal certificate fixed…ASAP!

di na lang ko magtoon…ang makapasar, makapasar…ang mahagbong, mahagbong gyud…

but failing nursing is never the end…and if ever i will…i honestly wont give much of a damn…theres more to life than passing in school…i cant just live life being an automaton living up to the expectations and commands of my superiors…i have a life to live…i i fail…so be it…but not without a fight, i know…pero di nako i-career…abi pa lang nila ingon ana gyud sila ka-importante or ang ilang subjects ba karon…sirs and madams, i know your doing your best to teach us, and for that i am thankful…but dont expect me to live up to your expectations simply because you want us to…kung habgbongon ko ninyo, fine…basta as ive said earlier, not without a fight, but of course, di gyud kinareer…kung sa makaya lang…

kung mahagbong ko, then mangita gud ug laing options…magpaka-saint na lang ko…

ingon pa ni st. theresa: "dont let anything trouble you…dont let anything make you be afraid…all things pass away…" and yes, nursing is not an exception…i wont let the CIs and their threats, or anything else, scare me…they too will pass away…SO WHAT KUNG MAHAGBONG KO? MAMATAY RA PUD MO! ug ako pud diay…

basta si Lord na ang bahala…kahibaw man Siya na nagtoon pud baya ko…kung nahan Siya na ma-nurse ko, then ok…kung di…ok ra pud…

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check out that link above (R-18 please…)

you will most probably be shocked by what you’ll see…

imagine Jewel in the Palace fused with Barely Legal…you’ll get the idea…

and it makes me wonder, why the movie-going press loves the S-word so much…come to think it, most of the Official Selection films–and i thought it was only true for filipino films–were in the R-rated genre…why so?

well anyway, if you dare–or should i say, desire–to watch a piece of sensory stimulus, then clicking the above link is the thing that you should do…now…

and oh, if you’re really that horny…do try a search about "Plum Blossom", its a really cool film that i dream of watching some day…and oh, do try idolasia.com (R-18)

untold scandal

check out that link above (R-18 please…)

you will most probably be shocked by what you’ll see…

imagine Jewel in the Palace fused with Barely Legal…you’ll get the idea…

and it makes me wonder, why the movie-going press loves the S-word so much…come to think it, most of the Official Selection films–and i thought it was only true for filipino films–were in the R-rated genre…why so?

well anyway, if you dare–or should i say, desire–to watch a piece of sensory stimulus, then clicking the above link is the thing that you should do…now…

who the heck is karen kong? and why in heaven’s name does she get to have a fan profile? how bout me? i want one too!

whats with all this fan profile thing going on with friendster? it’s really weird…first there was this Celebriteen–where i could easily pass up for a contestant (no offense…)–then came head and shoulders and cornetto–heck! a shampoo and an ice cream with fans?!

what will they think of next?

i went to church twice today…waaaaaah…i’m step closer to attaining sainthood…lol…

after the hour or so of torture that was otherwise known as a walk for a cause, and after a stroll on the garden of earthly delights a.k.a. ayala center, i felt that i owed St. Therese a visit, after all, October 1 happens to be her feast day (FYI: most of us have been mispronouncing her name all this time, its actually read with a silent ‘e’ at the last portion, kind of sounding like ‘theres’ with a stress on the ’s’)

anywayz, during the homily, the priest talked about St. Therese’s love for God and her neighbours, her thirst to love souls that would in turn love God, and how we should express our devotion to her by living from her example of love…

yet, much to my surprise, right after the priest announced that they would be giving away roses blessed for the intention of her feastday, love for neigbour suddenly became non-existent…without even giving the choir a chance to finish singing the recessional hymn, the crowd just surged all the way up to the altar where the heap of blessed roses was…God! it was a sight, far too difficult to comprehend, here we see devotees of a saint who was so inclined towards love for others, a saint who always sought to be the least and the last…and yet, you would never see that kind of attitude there…you’d see them pushing each other, some grabbing as much as a whole bundle of those roses, leaving none for the rest…

so much for the memory of Therese…so much for love…

and it makes me wonder, what about me, when i become a saint? as early as now, i must come up with a thing to be associated with my memory, so that during my feast, priests would be giving these away after mass… i know, i’ll choose the CACTUS…