Masarap sa La Salle

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Yum! (I don't eat fruits but this is an exception.
)Masarap sa La Salle. Cheers ya'll!

Yum! (I don't eat fruits but this is an exception.
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(No trigonometry please
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I always knew them as sophisticated, cunning and gentle creatures, who always thought of themselves as superior. They were stealthy predators, who were in the higher end of the food chain. As pets or friends, they were affectionate and playful, and yet would not submit to the demands of a life by the leash. I would have to say that this trait separated cats from their canine counterparts, who would willingly fetch the ball and follow you all around all day. They were very much willing to take part and interact with the human world, but had a life of their own, and their respective owners would just have to respect that fact.
I had this distinct picture of these cuddly, cute and adorable animals in my mind ever since… until today.
3rd floor, comparative anatomy laboratory. Piles of dead bodies. The hardened remains of what used to be cats. And biology students, dragging the heavy carcasses all around the laboratory, as if they were carrying pieces of luggage, as if they were bartering for goods in a flea market. Stunned creatures with their mouths and eyes wide open, they looked like they were stuck in a nightmare, which they never woke up from. I found myself sharing this nightmare with them…but everyone else was awake and oblivious to the horror of this massacre. They were blinded by science. Or maybe I was blinded by my own emotions. For a while there I was confused as to what this course really was. What I initially thought of as BS Biology, now seems to be BS Killing, or BS Hardening of Hearts.
[A histrionic catharsis on my first encounter with feline mass murder]
)Dear Jabberwocky,
I'm sorry I haven't been blogging for quite some time now. You have been nothing but wonderful and kind to me, listening to me until the wee hours of the morning, allowing me to use you as the ultimate catharsis to my most intense and craziest emotions. You've been a witness to the many thoughts and experiences I have come across in life. My ideas are fleeting as well as the life that I have, but you have helped me immortalize them onto this plasma screen. You stood by me, patiently to hear me at my most pathetic moments, and you were there to celebrate with me when I've created something great. This line that connects us will be indelible, Jabberwocky. Please do not feel bad that I often spend time with my Blogspot. You are the most user-friendly blogging device I've ever known. However, I sometimes feel trapped and limited by the lack of skins I can use for this blog... And sometimes I cannot totally reveal what is on my mind because many people are able to witness the conversations between us. I hope you will someday learn to break free and explore life beyond this html supported box. I promise to visit you.
I hope you understand Jabberwocky.
Sincerely,
Cat
Here are 2 photos of our friendliest friends in the house:
Figure 1
Figure 2
Fig. 1 : Our ever-famous friend, commonly know to us as Mr. Ipis, is shown here, courtesy of a dissecting microscope and my faithful Canon Ixus 40. Hehe. Caught in just a few minutes. Abundant kasi dito. Haha!
Fig. 2 : Our next friendly friend, is no less parasitic than a common classmate, Mr. Garapata. From the Class Chelicerata, his humble mouthparts are friendly enough- if we're willing to have our blood sucked. 
And that's all for today folks
, join us again as we get to know more of our friendly friends here on earth! All thanks to nature and technology.
There's nothing better than the sea now. It is the escape from every nightmare on land. It is (as geeky as it sounds) every biologist's paradise. Although I am a complete worshipper of books and words, nothing can compare to this magnificence. I met Nemo, Dory, Patrick (Spongebob's best friend), and the funny pufferfish that goes *poof* like a volleyball when you agitate it.
Sayang nga lang my camera was not equipped to take you there.
I'm moving in...if there's any place I'm migrating to, it's under the sea.
Arrthur's Place, Anilao, Batangas
Listening to our wonderful dive instructor Dante Abelarde as he gives out last minute instructions
Happy times with my fish-faced brother Kuya Liit
More happy times with Ate Pia
Happy and narced times with Ate Pia, Dante, BJ and Steve
Happy and crazy class of Open Water divers on January 15, 2006
Up on the shore they work all day
Out in the sun they slave away
While we devotin'
Full time to floatin'
Under the sea
Under the sea we off the hook
We got no troubles
Life is the bubbles
Under the sea