FAST FACTS

dezto angelo longakit elegino

gino

december 17, 1990

sagittarius

18years of age

5"6' height

nha bangkal, davao city

brokenshire college

bachelor of science in nursing

section I-5

section I-A

section I-1

section II-A

mathematics, english, filipino, and anatomy and physiology

simple
sexy
appealing
amiable
loving
funny
interesting to be with
talented
intelligent
totally outrageous person
affectionate and trusting
humorous and hilarious
self-effacing
acutely perceptive
gregarious and extrovert
sometimes living with melancholy
beholding for a passion
unpredictably grumpy or gloomy
pleasure seeker
dwelling with great despair
aggressive
possessive
intimidating
always provoke everyone
trouble maker
great humiliator
fucker
assassin

poison antidote

this is a poem i wrote way back months ago.
just try to read between the lines and you'll know to what or to whom this poem addresses to. hahaha.


My existence was satiated when you cross the threshold of my psyche.

All my sorrows faded and my qualms altered to become my remedy.

Cadence of your voice made me walked off insane and fluxed my whole entity.

Attainting to repudiate this sentiment will merely become nonsense and rubbish.

Bowl over by your bona fide altruism wrecked my futileness.

Echoing of your exquisite forename keeps on bombarding through my audition.

No one can halt me from yielding sacrifices since I am lured to do such.

To you, who mystified my wits and engrossed my verve with your existence.

And there’s nothing else I can do but to be in a queue waiting to be loved by you.

suspended classes due to bomb threat as manifested by no classes at 4:30pm

March 9, 2009, Monday. This was a day full of unfinished businesses – assignments were present, quizzes were on queue, microbiology examination then followed, non-academic errands came into play like processing of clearance and organization-related responsibilities. These were some of the things gradually add up to my stressful life today.

04:30 in the afternoon when suddenly everybody in the campus were anxiously moving out from school. They were more likely trying to evade something – a bit undesirable, awful. At first, I thought they’re casting away the drizzle that became a rain but no! There must have been a mistake on my fore-thought. Later that I knew that an announcement, indicating the suspension of classes, was enunciated. And what’s the main ground of doing so? A bomb threat!

When we talk of a threat, it is synonymous to danger – something harmful to one’s physical health. This might be one of the considerations for having suspended classes during that day. Lucky for us to have no classes but behind the grins lay masked the angst and the apprehension that it might about to occur soon, very soon. And it could cause detriment to every Brokenshirian.

just a piece of thought to ponder

Topics are ubiquitous just like microbes. It can be found in every corner our eyes can emanate. It so happen that we just set our own standards in searching for the best and genuine topic we could put into words. We forget to seek underneath those gigantic one thus leaving the minuscule out of place – neglected, ignored, avoided, rejected, and even disregarded it.

Perhaps, you may question why is my introduction concluded that way. Well, maybe because I tend to oversee topics that are relevant and important. But when I saw this portion in one magazine, it suddenly kicked off my ambiguous thoughts. This subject matter focuses on students in school wherein it put on emphasis on the SMART (Specific, Measurable, Attainable, Realistic, and Time-bounded) ways of plummeting stress.

I certainly assure the readers that this is really a good jumpstart to endure in attaining education.

PRACTICAL WAYS TO REDUCE STRESS

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  Do you spend a lot of time sorting through papers and notebook, trying to find what you want? Some people need help to get better organized. Don’t be ashamed to ask others for suggestions.
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  Do you procrastinate? As a test, make an effort to complete an assignment ahead of time. The relief and satisfaction you feel will surprise you and may motivate you to stop putting off your schoolwork.
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  Do you often find yourself daydreaming during class? Try this for a month: Listen closely to the classroom discussions, and take good notes for later reference. You may be pleasantly surprise at how much easier your homework becomes. That good result will reduce your stress in school.
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  Have you selected classes that increase the pace of your schooling but that require much more time and effort? Is it vital that you take those classes? Speak with your parents. Get the opinion of someone with a reasonable view of education. You may find that those optional courses add little to your progress toward graduation.

Source: Awake! April 2009. Under Pressure in School and Out

bar hopping. a good R and R endeavor

Case presentation was off in the queue and now, to vent some treat after all the stressful hustle and bustle, I grasped the invitation of my friends and went out later at night with them. At first, I have no idea to where we will go, and what was in the tip of their tongue was Torres. It became vague to me but later on realization paves its way, giving me a picture of it.

At Torres, the ambiance was so natural for a gimmick. People, in varying ages, were most likely being called up to congregate for one certain ground – social gathering. Wherever you go, whichever angle you look at, and whenever you opt to move, you can seize the expression of and get the picture of the word “PARTY”.

We had some chitchat and imbibed a little of half-glass liquor. Later then, we opt to stimulate ourselves through disco so we went to another place. After there, we proceeded to a familiar resto bar. I’m almost losing my strength but the group then leaps to another resto bar for a further recuperations. Bar hopping as a matter of fact.

It was a night full of music and cocktails – a night I never imaged I can engage in – and a night bound with breakthrough adventures. And the climax? It’s when we start vanishing up and look for a place to slumber. We went to somewhere in Camos, then next to Malvar, later to Rizal, and finally to San Pedro. The itinerary of looking for a place lasted for about two hours and dawn came into play but still no space to find. Pity us who never have the chance to sleep. It may sound to be karma (“Laagan” as others may label it) but for me it isn’t. It’s just a one of a kind experience.

Greenhorn, neophyte, or novice, whatever you call it, I am indeed a beginner to this scheme. First time at Torres, first time to be engaged in disco, first time to socialize, and even first time to be 24-hours awake. Bone-shaking as it may appear but I really enjoyed the night full of memorable momentum. I have met new circle of friends and did naughty and erotic acts, but with grandeur.

P.S.: Thanks to my friends for helping me forget all the stresses and pressures in school. I love to make it happen the second time around. I owe you guys.

a mind-boggling chapter of a student nurse

Assessment. Diagnosis. Planning. Implementation. Evaluation.

These are the systematic steps in coming up with an effective and efficient nursing care to an individual. Nurses are ought to lend a helping hand and render every service they can provide to somebody who are in need with their assistance. And student nurse as I am is indeed compelled to do such.

For the past four (4) sessions of community exposure at Barangay Exodus 8-A, we played the role of a community health nurses. We immersed ourselves with the community, assess and collate pertinent data, and then try to organize them through motivation of one’s self to be a responsive individual and society. After which, we were about to study the widespread problem thus coming up with a case presentation.

Formulating a case study based on the heaped information is undeniably not that easy. Encode those data, devise a concrete analysis, then relate it to Department of Health (DOH) programs, are just some of the sundry errands it necessitates as we gone through it. I, as a leader, had the most work in terms of proofreading the manuscript and other minute responsibilities, winding me up to have sleepless nights. More so, it’s mind-boggling/thought-provoking since thorough discussions and ultimate preparations were also required, yielding us bold eye bags and empty stomachs.

March 06, 2009 – a day which we all been trying to chuck out. It’s CP (Case Presentation) day! We were going to expound and struggle to defend our case. We don’t have any idea on how are we going to showcase our presentation. We thought of the most chaotic chapter of our nursing lives, a disturbia. But all our speculations turned gray for it proceeded the other way around. This case presentation flowed smoothly we never imagined. After all, exhausted as perceived but we were still able to persevere and ended the day with a sign of success in our very tired eyes. Revived. Restored. Relieved.

clandestine enigma

I crave to spell the word “L-O-V-E” in its most complex approach; pronounce it in its most tongue-twistable elocution; heed it in its deafening gist; witness its excruciating performance; and worst of all, experience the torturing agony it offers.

People do usually agree to one fundamental meaning of it— a profoundly tender, passionate affection for another person; a grouping of letters from the alphabet giving a wide-ranging implication. Love, as what I have understood in this word, simple means acceptance; considering one’s identity no matter what is his or her status in the society. Undeniably, the populace in this thespian world is experiencing uncertainty from battling against all odds to gain such affection. Though it can easily be achieved by some, many are still increasing their relentless endeavor of reaching and attaining the pinnacle of the warm attachment to someone. It hurts me so seeing myself chasing the same affection that many are hungered for. How I hope a genie in the bottle would appear to me and asks my wishes for, without a doubt, I will utter my personal aspiration— to be seized by the power of love.

From the secular point of scrutiny, disadvantages are having a pursuit with my desire: becoming a string-puppet paving the way to jeopardizing my own self, creating blueprint of possessions having the tendency of cutting the lashes affixed to me, and in due course, establishing selfishness and egocentricity. Nevertheless, the pang of torment it bequeaths to me will then be converted to prepossessing blissful melody.

Loving and hurting is a doppelganger in camouflage. You love to have escape from the dusk of your own world but ending up perceiving yourself wounded because of loving someone who doesn’t know how to love you back. I, myself, am also a prisoner of my own shadow and, as a captive who eagerly wants to have his freedom, I indeed forsaken my vintage silhouette and brought by the wind to somewhere I loathe to set down my individuality. I was just delivered to a place I considered as hell, for I received nothing but the sore of infatuation.

Love can kill and it is true! Though some don’t feel it and some just neglect it. Love is an assassin in disguise for you would clandestinely be hunted and after which, for no reason at all, suddenly put you to grave. That’s the reality of pursuing to cross the threshold of the gates of this affair. Two distinct ways will opt to bother you when you arrive at the crossroad: the way to delightfulness of having the perfectly bravura affair or the way to regretting of earning nothing but suffering...