The Carrie Diaries

First of all, the main reason I’m watching this is because of ANNASOPHIA ROBB. She’s drop dead gorgeous and if we put Hollywood behind this, I think I’m becoming a lesbo. This is against all what I stand for, so where am I in all this? Let’s put it this way. I’m a girl, being one requires attraction to a male counterpart, which I still have. There are always exemptions to the rules so that one belongs to HER. To summarize it all, I’m a girl in anyway possible except when it comes ANNASOPHIA ROBB. 

Now that everything is crystal , let’s talk about this new show.

Are you a fan of sex and the city? And somehow you don’t find it appropriate due to the fact that they are in their late adulthood and their dilemmas are out of the question. So here is the perfect show for you! Carrie Bradshaw turns back to being a 16 y/o. Carrie just lost her mom, her sister is being a pain in the ass and she is the last virgin. As every single thing seems to be suspended, that's when Sebastian Kydd comes in. He’s too cool for school, and he finds her as an escape. She is also having an internship in Manhattan and by far, she is having a blast. Juggling her school, her family , her friends , her dream and her perfect guy, things seems to be falling in place…. Or are they?

Filipinos are clean people, they wash their bread with water.

Today we had our first duty in a mental institution in Cabugao Ilocos Sur. The moment i heard about this news, the images from wrong turn IV flashed in my head. I was damn scared.  The meeting time was jeopardized because of the fact that Filipinos have their own time.  The CI kind of criticized me AGAIN ( I'm getting the feeling that she doesnt like me that much , oh well the feeling is fucking mutual. Yes I said that word again, so beat it). The experience was fine but not that remarkable. A line is now drawn between the terms defense mechanism and coping mechanism.  I don't normally write detailed posts about my learning experiences because let's face it , studying can get flat.  But it seems fitting to write this because it's a leap none the less. Sometimes we have to fake it to make it (Carrie Diaries) . I had to fake being interested in my patient's life so I could put something in that NPI requirement. I know, i know!!  it's terrible, I'm terrible. It's my job to explore things, to make people who can't verbalize feelings be able to but most of the time I just don't care. I'm trying to care for others but one thing i'm sure about myself is that i'm an island, not a continent. 

Almost anything rhymes with fuck

The thing is I curse a lot but not normally when I'm around  righteous people (too good to be true). But this time, I wrote it, i submitted it and she gave me a damn lecture. Seriously where is freedom of speech? Or in this case, writing? When your pen bleeds, it's unstoppable. So if people try to stop it, grip it with their filthy hands it will just bleed harder. The agony will kill but you will remain an undead.