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Nokia N95 is just unbelievable! I went to SM North Edsa's Cyberzone yesterday and found that it is already released.




So just for those who have no idea of what its main features are it includes a 5-megapixel camera, a GPS system (so you'd know exactly where you are), a bluetooth headset support, music MP3 player plus a range of new features. At a whopping price of 44,000 Pesos I don't think that now is the ideal time to buy it. Wait for a few months until the price gets lower before you get one! I'd rather get a laptop at this price than buy an N95 only to end up in the hands of holduppers! lol.

You know what’s weird? The nice people over at Philippines’ Next Top Model website updated the recent photos a day after the episode was aired.
And you know what’s awful? Is that they are using a new flash player that makes the photos much smaller, and the edges more aliased (or jagged). How […]

^_^ Yay, my brother is back. It’s going to be noisy in the house again. We gotta get ready for our gigs on the 20th and 21st.

Lovely Kittens, You will surely smile — Some of the pictures aren’t even of kittens. ^_^V

Love in a City 2 — I posted about this before, right? Anyway, there are some information on this drama in Soompi Forums. Love in a City 2 is one of B.O.N Funsubs‘ projects. *gah* I have yet to watch Loveholic.

I should go watch ep. 3 of Bokura ga Ita then restart my pc.

I'm back in Dublin after a wonderful 9 days in California where we enjoyed soaking up the sun and visiting both Legoland in Carlsbad and the fabulous La Quinta Resort in the desert. Had a great time and looking forward to our next trip to Italy ...

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It’s Election time here in the Philippines and the running politicians are buzzzzyyy like a bee campaigning to plead votes from the Filipino populace! Huh? Those political ads on tv and radio are nothing but mere window dressing of each individual senatorial mate! Campaign posters are like cover magazines! The campaigning jingles that is flaunting [...]

As part of good health, counting our daily calories is an important part of our plan in losing weight. Considering the calories and carbs is really a big part of many weight control diets and programs. It is undeniably true, that counting calories has always been a major pain in the neck! Not to mention [...]

“this is why am hot! this is why am hot! this is why, this is why, this is why am hot! i’m hot coz i’m fly, you ain’t coz you’re not… this is why, this is why… this is why i’m hot”" http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zKV2981agEI A new song that I found myself grooving in with and dance in! I would program my [...]

I've decided I'm going to write elsewhere for the more cerebral and literary stuff (send me a pm if you want the address), but I'm probably going to keep my vox. It's good for media - especially now that I can post pictures and videos and text he...

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I've decided I'm going to write elsewhere for the more cerebral and literary stuff (send me a pm if you want the address), but I'm probably going to keep my vox. It's good for media - especially now that I can post pictures and videos and text here directly from my mobile phone (as I am doing at this moment). I'll be around to visit you gorgeous people in my neighborhood, too!

I just moved in to a new place last week. Sixth move in the last three years (five of which were within a year of each other), so I'm getting used to it. It's become easier for me to give things away, though it's still difficult leaving behind a place you have so many fond memories of. I will miss living with Tink. The new place feels too big without her there.

Still, I'm looking at the positives: new memories to create. New furniture to break in. New walls to paint so that the new apartment will feel like it is mine.

The picture below is what one of my walls could possibly look like. I'm going for a modern, black-and-white minimalist theme with red accents. It's a little sad because I always thought that the next time I'd have to design a home, it would be Rob's and mine. Things didn't work out that way - I have to wait until after I graduate to move in with the cheese-headed one. Sometimes it feels like I am going to spend this year in a state of waiting - waiting to graduate, to leave, to catch up to the rest of my friends who have already graduated. Waiting for contentment to hit me. But I still have a whole year left in this little corner of the world and I intend to spend it happy.

Here's to new beginnings.

Marius said he cannot go out tomorrow night because he is on apple juice therapy for his gallstones.

What?!?!

He said he has to do it annually.

Now, I really do not understand how continuous intake of apple (I think one liter of apple juice for 5-6 days then intake of olive oil on the last day) could soften his gallstones. I mean, where is the supposed point of contact between the gallstones and the apple juice in the process?

When we take in a carbohydrate-laden food (or in Marius’ case, apple juice), it already gets absorbed in the initial parts of the small intestine. More specifically, as digested food enters the duodenum, cholecystokinin secreted signals to the gallbladder to secrete its stored bile. So the bile gets squeezed out from the its storage, the gallbladder, by contractions of its walls. The bile passes through the common bile duct and then out into the duodenum through the ampulla of Vater. That means, whatever it is that is inside the gallbladder (in this case the bile and the gallstones), only comes out through the duct and into the duodenum. And the bile that is in the gallbladder only comes from the liver. Most of the bile acids were recycled through the enterohepatic circulation and so only minimal bile acids were produced each day. But the thing is, how can apple juice come in contact with the gallstones in the gallbladder if it’s already absorbed in the initial parts of the intestine?

I may have to research more about this. Although from the journals I’ve read online, not enough evidence are present to approve this alternative treatment for gallstones.

What Marius could be doing, trying to flush out his gallstones with apple juice and olive oil (the olive oil, being a lipid, causes the gallbladder to contract, thus the supposed “softened” gallstones can be expelled through the duct, to the intestines and then out to be passed through the stools), can be dangerous, especially if his gallstones are only slightly bigger or smaller than his common bile duct. If he tries to flush those out, the stones can get stuck in the common bile duct and cause him abdominal pain.

He didn’t even have a follow-up ultrasound after his previous “gallstone-flushing” therapy. Who knows? His gallstones could be bigger now. But he was too damn convinced that what he saw in his stools were remnants of his precious gallstones. It could be, but he cannot know for sure unless he can compare a new ultrasound finding with his baseline.

So, in this case, he wanted to be a risk-taker? Sheesh, this guy is so stubborn.

Lesson for life: There is nothing like a stubborn friend, who wouldn’t listen to sound medical advice, to get someone out of depression.

Tags: gallstones, apple, juice

I have decided that I’ll not be attending the second day of iBlog3. I feel I wanted to rest tomorrow, stay in my room and write, whether I produce an accidental genius or not. And I feel so damn lazy and sleepy.

I asked AJ how Marius might feel if he was in my place, because he claimed he had never been hurt before. AJ said I shouldn’t believe that claim because he himself said he easily get teary-eyed with tearjerkers on TV.

“But personal pain is different from sympathy,” I said.

AJ agreed. “Perhaps he rationalizes everything too much, ” she added.

Perhaps the problem lies not with rationalization but rather with his non-acceptance of his fears. He cares too much about risks and he takes only calculated ones. My philosophy does advocate use of rational thinking but it also advocates making choices. But he seems to think he’s made a choice when he choose not to make a choice.

Oh well, I should stop trying to analyze him. I don’t think I know him that well, even if we are friends. He’s always closed up like a clamshell. And what right do I have to judge him?

Tags: marius, hurt

I didn’t go to the first day of iBlog3 in U.P.  Before I went to sleep last night, I know I’ve decided that I’ll be going.  And yet, this morning when I woke up, I didn’t feel like going.  So I didn’t.

Lately, I feel so lost, for reasons that aren’t so clear.  I find myself having hard time making decisions.  A glaring example is what happened earlier before I go to SM the Block.  I was sitting inside the Adventure Taxi, thinking whether I’d go malling at SM or go visit Glorietta which I haven’t seen for a while.  I just can’t seem to make up my mind to which I should give weight more:  my eagerness to bookhunt at Powerbooks Greenbelt or my perpetual tiredness (I’m beginning to suspect I’ve sleep apnea because I’ve been feeling so sleep-deprived, although I know for a fact I’ve been getting my 8 hours of sleep each night).

I haven’t come up with a decision when the man collecting taxi fare opened the door.  When he asked my destination, I blurted out, “MRT”.  Okay, so it seemed my mouth, tongue, and teeth decided I’d be going to Glorietta for the day.

But when SM loomed near, I told the taxi driver I’ll be getting down at SM.  Poor me.  The driver must have thought I’m a fickle-minded girl.  I can just imagine him shaking his head.

I don’t know why suddenly I’ve changed my mind about going to Glorietta.  I don’t even know why I’ve decided to go there in the first place.  Talk about going nuts.

So, am I going tomorrow to the second day of iBlog3?  I still don’t know.  I guess being in a “lost” state such as one I’m having now, I’d just wait if I’d wake up with a decision.

I wish this would end soon.  I hate being mindless.