STATUS: SINGLE or IN A RELATIONSHIP?

When we think of the olden days, to be in a relationship isn’t as easy as the snap of a finger.

If you are a man, you actually have to sweat to get the lady of your dreams, and if you are a lady, it is a tad harder than it seems since you actually have to wait for a gentleman to take an interest of you since airing out one’s feelings to a man you like makes you a deviant in your circle of friends. So as not to become deviant, you swish out your elegant fan to cover up most of your face except your eyes to the man who expresses his interest to you and the slightest thing you can do is flutter your lashes that may serve as an undertone whenever he makes an amusing remark to indicate you like him as well. Although this hint might not really be effective if the gentleman who pursues you might not be really, is the brightest light in the harbor.

But if the man you like pursues you further, then he does everything in his power to get the sweetest “yes” from you.

Either he goes visiting your house, which of course is approved by your parents, giving you sweets, and flowers and even recites a love poem on you or he does the sweetest romantic gesture of serenading you a love song in the middle of the night while you go mooning over his love song on your balcony. All of these types of wooing may go on for ages depending on how long your parents or you want your man to suffer. Now if given the green signal then that’s the time he asks for your hand and after all those matrimonial rites that’s when you and your man can drown in matrimonial bliss and do some hanky panky.

Seeing the way the modern generation behaves, you really can’t see any of these sweet moments of wooing. Just one text or one phone call and that’s it you are officially or unofficially, if the relationship’s a secret, your man’s lady. No love poems, no chocolates, no flowers to sweep you off your feet. Just plain asking you out and some rolling in the hay and poof you are already in a relationship.

It quite unnerves me how the women today are so easily swayed of their emotions without even testing how real the man’s feelings are for her. Just because one man takes an interest on you doesn’t mean that there aren’t other men who also has taken a liking at you too, probably just working up on his aces to show for you. So don’t decide too quickly. Assess your feelings for him and his feelings for you because if you don’t you’ll only get a sexual relationship or an infatuation relationship and not a love relationship.

 

So think brilliantly and don’t jump too quickly off the gun.

Tissue (Biology)

Tissue– Are group of cells performing same function.

Animal Tissue:

*epithelial- A type of tissue where cells are closely arranged with each other.

-Simple squamous- made up of flat like and scale like or polygonal cells. Made up of 1 thick cell of these cells, found in capillaries, alveoli, glomeruli.

-stratified squamous- Forms at the outermost layer of the skin, inner lining of mouth, esophagus

-Simple cuboidal- cube like cells. Cells comprising thyroid gland and kidney tubules, ovaries, lining of nephrons, thyroid.

-stratified cuboidal- Found in sweat glands, salivary glands and mammary glands.

-Simple columnar- associated with the linings of digestive tract functioning for absorption and secretion. Stomach, large intestine, small intestine.

-Pseudo stratified Columnar- tissue may appear stratified creating illusions on the condition. All cells originated in the base. Found in male reproductive organ.

 

Connective Tissue

*Loose connective tissue- consists of fibroblasts (secretes fibers that are deposited in the tissue matrix). Found beneath the dermis of skin, underneath epithelial tissues, mucous membranes of digestive, respiratory and urogenital tracts.

*Dense connective tissue- Made up of dense collagenous fibers in bundles and arranged in parallel fashion.

-Tendon- connects muscles to bones

-Ligament- connects bone to bone

*Cartilage- has cells known as chondrocytes (lodged in spaces known as lacunae)

-does not have blood supply

-has three types based on type of extracellular matrix

~hyaline cartilage- matrix: transparent and made up of type II collagen and chondroitin sulfate. This tissue makes up tracheal rings, nasal septum, costal cartilages and epiphyseal cartilages.

~elastic cartilage- made up of bundles of elastin fibers. Can be found in epiglottis and pinnae.

~fibrocartilage- has an extracellular matrix with dense bundles of collagenous fibers. Found in pubic symphisis and intervertebral discs.

-Bone- a connective tissue made up of bone cells (osteocytes) made up of inorganic component, calcium hydroxyapatite and organic component of collagen fibers. Basic unit of bone tissue is the haversian system. Blood vessels and nerves supply bone cells through haversian canal. Volkman’s canal arises from haversian canal.

Canaliculi are minute and microscopic canals that carry nutrients to individual bone cell.

-Bones have calcified matrix.

 

Muscular Tissue

*Skeletal muscle tissue- attached to bones. Muscle fiber is characteristically striated with alternating light (isotopic) and dark (anisotropic) bands. The thin actin molecules are associated with light band while the thicker myosin molecules are oriented at the dark band.

Muscle fiber is multinucleate (synctium) has contractile unit termed as sarcomere.

Cardiac muscle- muscle tissue of the heart

*striated & has involuntary function. The muscle fibers are branch and provided with links (intercalated disks) between them.

Smooth muscle- also known as visceral muscle tissue. Spindle shaped with a singular nucleus and involuntary in action. Main contracting tissue of visceral organs (e.g. digestive tract, uterus, urinary bladder and blood vessels)

~peristaltic movement- movement due to the contraction of smooth muscles.

 

Blood Tissue – extracellular matrix of a blood tissue is plasma. Plasma (where vitamins and minerals are lodged). Comprised with:

`Red blood cells- (erythrocytes) appear as biconcave. No nucleus at maturity. Produced by erythropietic organ. Life span is from 120-127 days after that it will be destroyed by spleen. Has hemoglobin (red protein pigment which carries oxygen and carbon dioxide.

`White blood cells- (leucocytes)

Agranulocytes (no granules)

.lymphocytes-cells divided into two types: (B-cells; production of antibodies, T-cellsl cell mediated immunity)

.Monocytes- in tissues, the cell are functioning as phagocytes

Granulocytes- have granules

.neutrophils- have 3-5 lobed nucleus. Considered primary combatant in infection. Cells engulf bacteria.

.eosinophils- cells have horse shoe shaped nucleus. Have ability to destroy parasites.

.Basophils- release histamine once stimulated. Histamine is responsible for allergic reaction.

*blood platelets (thrombocytes) irregular cells for blood clotting.

 

 

P.S. This is a reviewer for the tissues lesson. Credits for the picture  http://users.rcn.com/jkimball.ma.ultranet/BiologyPages/A/AnimalTissues.html

I DO MISS YOU

Here I am sitting on one of those brown-colored lounging chairs in a library somewhere in a university, staring way too long at the beige-colored rack which is obviously filled with books and totally ignoring other students passing near my spot. I am too lazy to get a book and too tired to stand up so I contented myself sitting on the plush chair with my chin resting on the knuckles of my hand.

Contemplating on the new environment I have to face, YOU suddenly popped into my mind out of nowhere. With my bags huddled beside me, I remembered YOU, YOU and your pair of brown eyes donned with reading eyeglasses. I remembered how we first met, our first conversation and our friendship. And just the thought of you made me lose myself in a daydream.

I remember those times where we used to share a laugh on something we find funny, those times where we tease each other and I, ending up getting riled and that time when I realized that I like you not as a friend and not as a special someone but something in between. At that time, I didn’t know what hit me and when I did, it came through me like a cannonball smacking squarely on my face. You suddenly filled up the corners of my mind taking up too much space making me incapable to focus on something vital and ending up spacing out by just the thought of you. How I wish I realized it sooner that I like you before we parted ways and right now my memories of you served as a fuel to the fire. I didn’t even know since when you’ve wormed into my heart, shaking my heart, uncovering things that are buried in my heart, just like it’s out of order. I sound like a lovesick fool right now and right then and there I realized I’m falling into the category of women who recognized the saying, “absence makes the heart grow fonder” which is absolutely true. I may have hinted you on my feelings for you just to let you know on how I feel and just to remove the anxiety to see you again. I keep on counting the days and months on when you will comeback so that I can see you again because I already miss you more than you can possibly think of.

But then, the saddest realization would be, you, treating me as your sister. Here I am missing you like I’m going crazy and you out there somewhere in another university without any traces of thoughts for me. I suddenly realized I was like building castles on sand instead on a loam-surface adequate for realities. I picked up my bags and left the library with a sigh and a heavy heart.

Going Math

 

These are the tarpaulins I made for our clearance in math.. Please forgive me if it’s not that nice 😉 Well it’s highly informative, I grant you that.

Three Idiots

An Indian comedy film directed by Rajkumar Hirani. Two friends embark on a quest for a lost buddy. On this journey, they encounter a long forgotten bet, a wedding they must crash, and a funeral that goes, ridiculously out of control. As they make their way through the perilous landscape, another journey begins: their inner journey through memory lane and the story of their friend — the impressible free-thinker Rancho, who has in unique way, touched and changed their lives. It’s a story of their hostel days that swings between Rancho’s romance with the spirited Pia, and his clash with an oppressive mentor, Viru Sahastrabudhhe. And then one day, suddenly, Rancho vanished. Who was he? Where did he come from? Why did he leave? The friend who influenced and inspired them to think creatively and independently, even as the conformist world called them “three idiots.” Where is the original idiot now? Finally, in misty mountains of unparalleled beauty, the friends find the key to the secret.

“It will really change your perspective in life. It teaches you to pursue excellence and to enjoy school life without bothering either if your first or the last. 🙂
“Truly Heart-warming”

credits to: http://www.imdb.com
http://www.rottentomatoes.com/m/3_idiots/

Education is that IMPORTANT

Imagine yourself twenty years from now: jobless, no college degree, and wandering aimlessly on the streets of a busy city. Wouldn’t that be awful for a life you wanted to be perfect?

Some students may think education might be a bother but I’m gonna remind you, its your ticket to your dreams. Education gives us knowledge of the world around us. It helps us build our own perspectives and opinions on everything in life. Education makes us capable of interpreting rightly the things we perceive. Education is not about lessons and poems in textbooks. It is about the lessons we learned in our lives.

Thanks by the way to: http://www.cies.us for the photo and http://www.buzzle.com for some sights on education.

MEMOIRS of A SENIOR STUDENT

It’s seven o’clock in the morning and I knew it will be a beautiful day. Mr. Sun was rising up, allowing ample amount of sunshine enough for people to start their day’s work and Lady Wind constantly whooshing past me as I rode a tricycle that will take me to school.

I arrived at the wide gate which is painted green and stopped for awhile to adjust the green bag where I put my school stuff and made my habit of running my fingers through my hair which is already windblown from the ride awhile ago.

I started walking again along the cemented path that is member myself as a kindergartener with that ridiculous hairdo of mine, rlined with Santan bushes and Ficus trees and suddenly vague memories crept into my mind. I still reunning wild and free along with classmates and don’t seem to care for the world, then as a sixth-grader with that ridiculously long hair chatting with classmates and teasing each other on personal things and especially, as a high-school student where I got to meet fresh faces and unique personalities.
At first, it kinda felt awkward staying in a classroom with a whole new bunch of kids. There’s this boy who is completely deep in thoughts with his eyes closed and I jumped to a conclusion that he may be religious, there was also this girl who introduced herself in front of the class in a boyish manner saying she loves black and hates pink, and oh! I can’t forget that chubby girl with curly hair who laughs out loud as if no one in this world cares.

As time progresses, new friendship and trust for each other were built solidly but sadly we have to say goodbye to some of my classmates whom I already treated as friends. As I progressed higher on my education, I admit, I enjoyed every single step I made. I began to battle my way by maintaining a certain grade along with my friends which I think was fun and a journey full of morals until we succeeded and reached SENIOR YEAR and I think this is the most memorable stage in my teen life.

I noticed that I stopped, standing in the middle of the path walk so I resumed walking along the cemented path until I reached the blue-painted classroom and there I saw the eighteen people who greatly influenced my life. A smile formed my lips knowing the roles they fill in my life.

There’s ORLANDO, the physics whiz whom I constantly tease having a crush on the punky math whiz named CARLA whom I enjoyed calling as the “walking disaster” and has this unpredictable personality just like a typhoon. I spotted her sitting beside her best friend CHANET who gives off the aura of being a mother. She may be irritated to be considered as mother material in class but I just want to let her know, it’s a compliment and never an insult. On the far-end corner of the room, I spotted the lair of the bookworms. Member number one named GEM is a nature-lover who fantastically writes essays and a creative artist as well, member number two named ANGELA is a geeky bookworm with chinky-eyes that made me tease her as the twin sister of Pucca and member number three named JIAH is a silent type of person but it amazes me that she can make me laugh even though they tell me it’s corny. Anyways, she got this friend named DANICA who have the laughter I likened to a vibrating cell phone and like me; she got this corny joke syndrome whom she shares with MARIAN; the good-girl in class who loves Koike and those Korean boy bands where she and her best friend, ANNA ; the funny and vibrant girl in class, gets crazy. She never fails to make everyone laugh even if she unintentionally makes a joke of something and even boys laugh on her jokes just like our dashing impulsive guy named EDIER who made almost all of the girls in class fall over him he has this handsome face to match with his handsome heart, but let’s not forget the forgotten heartthrob, KEVIN. Even though my eyes tell me he looks like Mr. Potato Head he got this understanding nature which never fails to impress me. Oh! Here’s CARLO too which appears to be mysterious and is always trusted with the sound system and of course he’s never forgotten for his deep crush for HAZEL which we call by the name of CHO. She got this habit of singing songs in a high-pitched manner and of course, she is branded as the Random Queen. We also have SHARRMENE, the dancing dynamite who never fails to impress the campus with her hyped moves and her beautiful smile. And of course speaking of smile, there’s this one person who has this amazingly huge smile that is never erased on her face, she is BABAN. I also introduce to you our Ms. STEP, Chrisha who have amazing stories to tell and has this weird way of exercising. And of course, the ever intelligent guy or shall I say girl? Who is so much in love with a Korean boy named Donghae and has very sharp radar for chinky-eyed gwapo boys. And lastly, who will forget the Techie girl and her funny jibes? She is SANG, my bestie.

So there you go, those were the amazing people who influenced my life. They are the friends who represent a world in me; they are the singers who sing the songs of my life and of course they are the bacon bits in the salad bowl of my delicious life.

I looked back to the path I took and realized that even though how rough the road gets and no matter how deep the rut on the side walk gets, just be reminded that GOD made these to challenge your life. Never treat it as a punishment but instead a beautiful memory where you learned to love, laugh and live together with your circle of friends.

Note: Thanks by the way to Angela Vilbar for the photo. Love you LDV.

THAT ORDINARY DAY

This is not an extraordinary day and I sure can tell it myself.

The car horns still blared on the street, birds still fly atop the buildings and I’m still having my bad hair day. And do you know why I can tell this day is not extraordinary? I still find myself, sitting on my favorite spot in this little coffee shop at the corner of the piazza waiting for something enchanting to happen.

If only there’s some thrill around, I’m sure I will never be bored to death like this. If only Superman will arrive in this very town and sweep me off my feet, or a huge palace will suddenly appear out of nowhere right in front of my eyes with a castle-guard telling me I own it, or maybe a great news on the local newspaper telling me I won the lottery.  I sipped my tea and sighed wearily. All I want is something grand to happen, grand in the sense where it will keep my imagination working. I was still busy complaining for the ordinariness of the day when I caught you in the corner of my eyes.

You were emerging  out of your silver Lexus car wearing those designer labeled clothes and it was like all male models were put into shame. That chiseled jaw, the perfect pair of lips, the perfect nose, and those icy blue eyes found in one handsome face.

I continued watching you as you began to settle in one of those tables whipping up your mobile phone looking like a businessman as well as a Greek God yourself. You continued talking on your phone when I fell into dreamland.

In my dream, you approached and grabbed a chair to sit right next to me. It was like the time stopped, Earth stood still and my heart raced. My eyes went wide, unblinkingly stared at you as you held my hand, saying sweet nothings which made me blush. My head was still in a haze when you surprised me again as you toyed with a lock of hair of mine. You began to laugh and that was when I willed myself to relax and to enjoy the moment. We began throwing jokes at each other and laugh at it as if we have no care in the world. Everything was perfectly romantic when a cab raced down the street and blared its horn that made me snap out of my daydream.

I opened my eyes and blinked thrice to shake out the sleepiness in me when I realized I was still at the coffee shop at the corner of the piazza. I craned my neck to find that Greek God I fantasized and found him just where he was in my dream. He’s so handsome it hurts to look. I was ready to approach him and give my fantasy a chance,when a cab pulled at the front of the coffee shop and a Greek Goddess stepped out of it. I was ready to ignore her when you stood up and walked toward her to accompany her to your table. I smiled and sat back on my chair and sipped my now cold tea and wondered, How grand a can a dream be for one ordinary day? Pretty grand I guess, because it kept my imagination working.

Thanks by the way to: http://www.worldofstock.com/closeups/TEI1045.php for the photo.

A Journalist’s Honest Confessions

On the Regional School’s Press Conference 2010

I firmly remembered that day, the sun hung on the clear blue sky and the birds chirping on the treetops, that very day when my coach told me I qualified for the Regional Schools Press Conference. I remembered the feeling of triumph and the sudden joy that coursed through me. It was like being hailed as one of the members of the royalty; it’s as if the nature and the world suddenly recognized that awkward gangly girl with her braided long hair as someone important and worthy of attention. But the joy and triumph I felt was short-lived when they told me that the battle of pens and papers was not yet over, that the battle hasn’t ended but has only just begun.

I have to temporarily say adieu to my parents and friends bringing with me their kisses, hugs, and prayers as I have to face my charm of luck to this battle, held in a foreign land I haven’t set foot on while I readied myself for the contest, using up the wee hours to practice my forte.  I also remembered the day when I arrived at the venue. I was having the “pre-contest jitters”. I took in the fresh sea-breeze air, lush trees with the migratory birds flying atop and the blooming flowers on the overgrown bushes. I was there in the middle of a field with the foreign land and people except of our accommodations, people and most importantly the contest. But I was suddenly awakened from my reverie when a group of people with the same age as I am, approached us with their huge smile pasted on their faces leading us to our temporary lodgings and I was amazed at the intensity of the warmness of their welcome.

The people ushered us to our assigned billeting rooms with comfortable fresh pillows and blankets, the comfort rooms and bath rooms with the fresh water from the tap and ready to use toiletries in it. I was still in a daze by their perfect treatment when they surprised us with a little program and served good food and relaxing ambiance for us to be at ease and treat this place as a home away from home. With this good treatment, I realized I was enjoying more than what I expected and it helped me become relaxed to the upcoming contest.

Up until now, I haven’t recovered by this experience that I don’t even want to go home. Even if the contest is finished and we are already waiting for the results, I can’t believe I’m enjoying everything in here. It was like having the time of my life and I can say, win or lose I will not have any regrets in this perfect experience.

Mapagkunwaring Puso

Nalilito ako at hindi ko alam ang gagawin
kahit nasa malayo ka man ay ikaw ang parating napapansin
Tinatanaw at sinusundan ng tingin
Sa bawat lugar na iyong tahakin

Ewan ko rin kung bakit nakakaakit
ang mga mata mong kasingkulay ng langit
Naaalibadbaran man ang sabi tuwing ika’y nasa tabi
Ngunit bakit ang puso’y iba ang sinasabi?

Nariyan pa ang ngiti mong napakatamis
Kapag hindi nakikita’y nakaka-miss
Dagdagan pa ng biloy sa tabi
ay siguradong hindi na ako mapakali

At eto pang isang tanong na hindi ko mawari ang sagot
sa tuwing wala ka’y ako’y nalulungkot
Para bang nawawala ang araw sa kalangitan
at napapalitan ng mga ulap na nagbabadya ng ulan

Bakit!? Bakit ako nagkakaganito?
Tumatambol na parang buwang ang puso ko
Ikaw rin parati ang nagdudulot ng pagkalito
sa pusong hibang na hibang sa iyo
Bakit sa dami ng mapagpiliang tao
ay ikaw pa ang napagtrip-an ng pusong ito?

Hindi ko man masagot ang lahat ng katanungan
Palagi mong tandaan
Ang puso’t isip ko’y sa iyo na nakalaan

Note: this poem is inspired by the Manga Kaichou wa Maid-sama