Currently Reading: Battle Royale by Koushun Takami
I can’t believe I haven’t known about this book before. It’s a shame that I only learned about it when The Hunger Games trilogy was released and was popularly compared to it. I now see the reason why people are saying that THG was a rip-off of this book. But then theme-wise, I think that the two books are very different. Both may be about people forced into killing each other until only one survives, and also about the oppressive control of the government over people but in other aspects they are different. 
I’ll have to explain this further next time, when I finish the book so as to fully give my opinion. Anyways, it is a great book. So much more violent and brutal than The Hunger Games but equally interesting and both kept me on the edge of my seat.

Currently Reading: Battle Royale by Koushun Takami

I can’t believe I haven’t known about this book before. It’s a shame that I only learned about it when The Hunger Games trilogy was released and was popularly compared to it. I now see the reason why people are saying that THG was a rip-off of this book. But then theme-wise, I think that the two books are very different. Both may be about people forced into killing each other until only one survives, and also about the oppressive control of the government over people but in other aspects they are different. 

I’ll have to explain this further next time, when I finish the book so as to fully give my opinion. Anyways, it is a great book. So much more violent and brutal than The Hunger Games but equally interesting and both kept me on the edge of my seat.

Uhm, sorry to burst your bubble, but actually, not all girls are as shallow as you.
You know what a better dream would be for girls?
It’s to be accepted by the society no matter how much food they eat or pounds they gain. Why should every girl be subjected to the pressure of being stick-thin? Why can’t other people understand the fact that there are different body types for every person? And why can’t we eat whatever hell we want without other people butting in? Ugh. 

Uhm, sorry to burst your bubble, but actually, not all girls are as shallow as you.

You know what a better dream would be for girls?

It’s to be accepted by the society no matter how much food they eat or pounds they gain. Why should every girl be subjected to the pressure of being stick-thin? Why can’t other people understand the fact that there are different body types for every person? And why can’t we eat whatever hell we want without other people butting in? Ugh. 

What kind of dream was that? Or was it a nightmare?

I was reading a book and then I grew tired, so I fell asleep. I don’t know when it started but suddenly, I was dreaming. I forgot how my dream began and all I know is that I am in Japan with my friend. We were supposed to meet my mom somewhere because we’re going back to the Philippines. So, we we’re driving along this long highway. I was seating in the backseat with my friend and we had a driver (this is a sign that I am dreaming since we don’t have one in real life). You know how in dreams, we just know things even though we haven’t encountered it yet in real life? Well, this time, I know that I am close with the driver and he is a good man. He is the chubby, talkative and friendly middle aged type. And that is why my friend and I were comfortably sitting there in the backseat. We we’re just chatting, when suddenly, I noticed that the car was catching speed. The car was going too fast and I started panicking. So I told the driver if maybe he could slow down a little bit. He did not notice me so I talked again. I asked if he was okay and that I am fine with taking the wheel if he’s tired (another sign that this is a dream, for I still don’t know how to drive). Still, the driver did not respond. What is weird is that I saw the driver’s eyes in the rear view mirror. It was red and I was creeped out. That was when  I saw that we were going toward the sea. It was so fast and my friend was already screaming, begging the driver to stop.  Still, he heard nothing and the car drove off into the sea. It was already sinking fast. And then it’s as if the drive woke up from some deep sleep that he realized what was happening. The water was already at our chest level when I forced to unlock the door. I took a deep breath, ready to take the plunge to escape the drowning car. The moment I submerged my head, I woke up.

The first though in my head when I opened my eyes was: “SHIT. What the hell was that?” Seriously, I was freaked out. I never had a dream like that before, or should I say a nightmare. It was exactly 7:58pm in my phone when I woke up. I wrote down everything I can remember from the dream and immediately took a shower to clear my head. I realized how weird it was. I am pondering on it’s meaning and I can’t think of anything. All I know is that I don’t want to die like that. I don’t want to die drowning, in the middle of nowhere, helpless. Damn, I will never forget this dream. I won’t sleep in the afternoon again. Happy Halloween to me! 

Physical Therapists = Little Doctors

This was stated by one of our professors when asked if we really need to buy those expensive Anatomy books. Dr. Papa said that our course is something we need to take seriously. She said that with the lessons we are taking, we can be considered as “Little Doctors” because almost every subject we have is also taken up in Med School. She also told us that after we graduate, we’ll feel like we are already doctors because of the knowledge we have by then. 

With these things said, I feel proud and scared. I am proud that I am good enough to be part of this honor to be considered as “little doctors”. I am scared because I don’t know if I can survive this without failing a subject or two. We are just starting with the first semester of our third year and I can already tell that this is going to be very difficult seeing as we only have one minor subject left and the rest are majors. I just hope that I can manage and graduate on time, not delayed. I want to take up Medicine too, if I’m lucky.

Sometimes, I feel the urge to just jump off a building.

I know it’s a bit absurd and it may seem suicidal, but that’s not the point. I want to feel the excitement, the rush of air as I go down. It’s like being free of all the things binding me. Wouldn’t it be nice to just let the wind take you away and for once, escape every restrictions you’ve made in your life? Sorry. I don’t understand myself. Sometimes, I just have the weirdest fantasies.