My iPod Is Puke Green And Now I Want Everything Green!

I recently bought a new case for my iPod. It's green with spikes like a tsinelas and when it's on my iPod, the whole thing looks like a scrubber. But I love it. And now, I'm loving everything green.


I could have gotten a nicer color, but there's no other color available. I got it for $4, which I think is a steal. I like the feel of it so I guess, it will suit just fine for a while. I call it puke (not the vernacular for vagina, cause that doesn't make sense, dummy) green iPod. It serves a double purpose because the skin feels nice to hold on...like a little anti-stress thingamajig.

I love puke green now.

I Have To Update My Blog Often 'Cause My Readers Say So

Uh-huh. I was born to please. And if you're approaching 30-something, there is better things in life than to please your mom. Friends are easier to please because they don't complain. They don't pressure you to marry either.

I guess keeping a blog is not really a bad idea. You can get back to all the stupid stuff you've been doing all this time. In my case, I have my whole life to tell. But I'm focusing on the NEWER stuff. The old stuff is pretty much history, anyway. Oh, but I will tell the recent history. There are some interesting stories I like to share.

What's also nice is the lack of sensorship in blogs. You can use shit, fuck and puta (or putada...that's Spanish) without a reprimand. It reflects on your personity, but personally, I don't give a fuck.

Let's move on...

I don't know...but I really have a knack with thrill amusement park rides. I love playing with death and the sense of handling it all to the mercy of an iron bar or a seat belt. I get a high with that. I guess I have a closet borderline personality (although I'm partially out of the door -- in any sense of the word "closet") but it is a relief that I still don't know how to drive. I'll take any rollercoaster for a speed high. Just what Grissom does. It makes sense and makes me alive.

When we learned that there' sun this week end, we trooped to Jackson, NJ for a taste of Six Flags. Gosh, I miss the sun and it's good that it's starting to get warm. Ging and the rest of our gang were into thrill rides (thank God), so we didn't waste a minute. In summary, we rode 6 of the 8 rollercoasters: twice in the El Toro, totally skipped the Space Shuttle-like ride and the last one was down for the day. Here are some of the rides we rode:

SUPERMAN:slow ride with lots of twists and turns. The thrill is that you ride it while facing the ground. Almost like flying. But flying squirrel fast. BORING.

EL-TORO: Superfast roller coaster with a 76 degree drop. I got scared the first time cause my bar wasn't snug enough. The first drop lifts you up your butt so, prepare to curse on that drop. I secured my bar on the second time. Raised my arms the whole ride, too, on that run. MEAN AND SWEET.

KING DA KA: See that green track on the horizon. It's the tallest in the world. Propels you to 200mph and drops you face down on the ground. Too fast to be enjoyed. I couldn't keep my eyes open because my contacts will get lost with the wind. The drop was worth it. SWEET.

BATMAN and NITRO. Batman was OK. Faster than superman. Nitro was FIERCE (but El Toro still wins). Long ride with 7 camel backs, 2 Sturns, 2 hammerheads. SWEET.

It's 4AM and I just ate kare-kare

Yeah, talk about food trip. Kare-kare is one of the most revered dish in the Philippines. Beef stew in peanut sauce. Its overrated I think because I grew up with my lola's and mom's kare-kare, which is cooked according to my grandma's Bulacan roots. My mom's kare is so bland that you cannot eat it on its own. You have to eat it with bagoong (shrimp paste) to really appreciate it. I think it was overrated when I was growing up, hence, I'm not actually excited when Ging told me that Kit made some.

But this one is different. I've been away from home for one month now and I can use a break from all the Chinese and American takeout food that I've been gobbling for a month. Kit's kare-kare was so great, I had to smoke a good cig after dinner. And yeah, its 4AM here. Ging just got home from a toxic call in the ER and fetched me from Arvin's place. When we got home, that's the first thing we did. And it was MEAN!!! I love the kare!!

But seriously, you have to forgive me for pigging out early in the morning. I totally skipped lunch today and had a small dinner consisting of Chinese take out. I had a few crackers for my hunger pangs, but that's about it for my calorie intake. I have to lose weight. I'm not THAT fat but I feel like lugging around a belt bag with this abs of mine. So, I told myself: Cut the calories or else live in humiliation.

I could use another serving for breakfast, though. Yum!

Farmer's Market in Lebanon, Pennsylvania

Lebanon is a rural town and it's as rural as it gets. I kid you not: Rolling hills and pastures 1 mile from the town center, farms and real back and white cows on the roadside and there's no high rise within the 15 mile radius. Sure feels like home...Alas! There's a nice farmers market in the middle of the town, which I absolutely looove. Nice interiors (a refurbished warehouse) and good country food.
I love the small herb shop, the philly steak shop and the kick-ass soup kitchen called Soup Thyme which I thought is a clever name.

Okay, calories taken in for this post: 1,200 calories. WTF!! No, I'm kidding...I'm just not anal retentive enough to count calories when I eat. Its enough to know that I got a taste of everything. Burp!

Everyone Drives In Pennsylvania

I can't believe its snowing again!! Here in Pennsylvania, its 20-30 degrees outside!! Gosh, I was welcoming spring when I came here. I'm missing FL already. I decided on a few things already which is a big step for me -- indecisive and no-good me. I'm taking the Step 3 exam which I just decided a while ago. The fee stings in the ass but my dad will pay for it (again) and will keep it on my tab. I don't want to burn some more green money (they're green but they ain't growin from trees!) so I need to bury my head in books. So, it doesn't matter where I end up--NY or PA--I just need some quiet time to prepare for the exam.

It sucks to realize that my money, you know when I get started with a job, will not stay in my pocket for LONG. I have a whole paper ROLL of tabs to pay. Greeaaat.

It's hard to believe but four of my good old college friends are here. So I took some pictures of them in the car. We knew each other for a good 12 years now (I counted). Now, they work in the SAME hospital system. How cool is that? I just wish I could go here too...well, I just wish to have a job. Nebraska doesn't sound bad this time. And Lansing, Michigan sounds like a good time. Haha.



You're right, I'm getting fat. Oh please, dont click the pictures and look at it in a bigger size (please, I beg you, refrain from that idea)...I'm putting on some weight and that wretched double chin is all I get from my pictures. Oh well. Kit is feeding me too much food here. Last night, we ate Korean barbeque. So far, I had Green curry, lengua estofado (in another friend's place) and oh-so-yummy standing beef roast for dinner since I came here. All those food is really destroying me. I should have taken pictures, though. NYPD style -- the row of culprits for my weight gain.

Freedom Writers

Watched this film last night: I bawled like a baby. I like movies that are hopeful and touching like this one. I like films that evoke change and defy notion that says you can't. That in this vast, dark and cold space we called earth, all you do is switch on a small light bulb. I know that, cause I live there, too. Living wasn't easy for me--definitely not--and I guess how everything goes. Life can be hard and you just pray that it won't get any worse.

It's nice that the film featured the Holocaust as a teaching point against anarchy. I am fascinated by the Anti-semitism and the fascist regime in Europe ever since I read Ellie Weisel's "Night". It is a powerful book, considering it's barely a hundred or so pages. I admire the courage and fortitude of those who survived the Holocaust. Their spirit is amazing. I draw strength from them, too. I felt that I was part of the classroom when I watched this one.

Don't miss this. And I recommend Mr Weisel's book "Night", too.

A Handful of Disney pics

My second look at Disney. Some things never change: Joseph equals tote bag forever. He was lugging around that humongous Ralph Lauren bag all day...well, all week!!. It was giving me a headache.

I like the one in Anaheim better. Gosh, there were so much people, we have to wait for a ride for 50 minutes. Yeah, while waiting for a Fast Pass. Omar in Jaksonville and Vince in Miami kept on pushing us to go to south florida...but your Highness wasn't up for the 9 hour trip. Nevertheless, Orlando was fun. The vacation was worth it. We just wished we went to Miami in style. Paris and Nicole style.

Day 5 in Florida

From the minute Joseph learned that I was in town, he booked a ticket to Florida for us. He's on leave for two weeks so we're spending a week here in Florida.

Anyway, it's one legitimate vacation that I'm guilty of having. We mostly lounge the whole day, watch TV, drive around and shop in malls. They have a great outlet mall which has Banana Rep and Gap. Our blood was like laced with E when we saw the discounts. Haha. I need some clothes because I didn't bring that much. I was hoping I get lucky with the Scramble and then I'll fly out after three weeks. Well, it looks like I'm staying for a while.

I met most of Joseph's family. Well, I met the rest since I got to know them when we first got in the US. They are one heck of a family. His mom is already here, so that's an extra. She was cooking us homecooked Filipino meals the whole time. Gosh, the sinigang was so good. Even the adobo I kinda miss. Two weeks in the US...hmmm...I guess I don't have that much of an excuse.

Its hard not to think of my career when on vacation, so I keep on thinking of the ways I can get back to my feet, my strategies for the coming weeks and my battle plan for the next month. I am contemplating about taking another test (but the $600 fee keeps stinging me on the ass), applying for research and clinical observership (but the living costs also is something to consider) or going back to the Philippines. The last option remains an option this time.
Anyway, I have to days to go here in FL until I face the music in New York. Good to hear that spring weather has finally came. I hope I get the motivation to jog since 515 59th Ave is just two blocks from central park. I miss Fitness First though. But for now, I have to make this work.

We're going to Disney tomorrow...woohoo! I'm excited. I'll be taking lots of pictures!!



Oilyness is next to povery. I'm impoverished anyway...so, bring it on, sebaceous glands!!

Weekend in New Jersey

After a week of pure disappointment, I went to New Jersey to visit my friend back in Grade school. New Jersey isn't much of a place to go to but what the heck...I miss my friend and she's excited to introduce me to her new hubby.

So, I woke up a little late this morning because Joseph and I went drinking the night after. Last night was my first night out in New York. Nothing fantastic happened....we just went out and had some drinks in a bar in Chelsea, mostly catching up and having a good time. First time to check The Scene. I figured I didn't miss it THAT much.

Oh, backtrack before that. Jeffrey, Cindy, Alex and I went out to have dinner in Republic in Union Square. We then had a chocolate drink and fondue on the same street. After checking out the sale books in Strand, Jeff and I waited for Joseph to come while Cindy and Alex went home.

Anyway, that's news for everyone....I didn't miss the New York scene. I guess its part of growing up (getting older is definitely the operative word here...I refuse so), just like my diet: cutting down on soda and rice...because my love handles aren't handles anymore. They're starting to be love blobs now. So, I'm ditchin' the carbs. Everybody needs to grow up. But I'm not liking every second of it.

So, yeah...today I went to New Jersey. The damnest place in the world. Even St. Loius has character and Novaliches, too. (Yeah, its that bad.) We went to eat at Minado--enough reason to go to Jersey because the one in 34th street closed down already--and pigged out on Japanese food. But, I hate the fact that my sweater smells like teriyaki after. My friend Astaire was in the hosting mode. We went to West New York, Jersey Garden Mall and Liberty State Park. Our little excursion was good if it wasn't 26 fuckin' degrees outside. Man, my fingers were frozen after a few minutes spent on open air. It was freezing. The wind was strong and it was hitting us with icy breeze all throughout the day. Well, in gist, the temp was getting to my nerves makes me feel giddy for supposedly fun travel photos, so instead, I have these lousy ones:





Then, I met my friends hubby. Ray = Nice bloke. He's a relationship guy and he looks good too. I'm happy they found each other. He talks a lot for someone straight but I guess that's a plus. Straight, but not boring. We heard mass, had dinner in this Mexican restaurant he was craving about (overrated but then, I guess I wasn't THAT interested with dinner...thanks to Minado) and then drove around New Jersey. What stick to my mind: Tom Cruise came from the same neighborhood as Ray's. Cool huh. They went to the same high school: Glenridge. But not the same year. Well, I dunno why do I have to spit that trivia out.


It's Monday tom. I have to go back to work. Well, not work work. But work for work. I bet you know what I mean.

One Day More

In less than 24 hours, my fate will be decided. God's will be done. It will be His voice if He really wants me to stay here or to go back to our country and do what is needed to be done. Tomorrow, the NRMP website will open for the Scramble. To tell you honestly, the rest of my guns are not yet in place. I have to yet acquire a fax machine and print hard copies of my files. I need a person and another phone line. I'll be trying to fix these in the next hour after doing this blog entry. So far, I told my contacts that I will be "scrambling" for a residency position tomorrow. And tomorrow it shall be done.

Shucks, I feel excited, scared and elated. I finally have answers after lulling in career limbo for sometime. It was fun, though, I really had a good one. Last year was fun too. I did not make any money but I traveled a lot and met someone special. Now, it will be a different ballgame. Career and finances are on the frontline. It will be interesting, I bet and it will commence in another decade of my life.

I'm turning thirty in two months. I had some resolutions in mind that I plan to pursue:
1. Establish a bank account. Be firm with decisions about money and follow the new mantra for the decade: Save, save, save. But then, I do not plan to deprive myself. I just plan to save at least a certain amount a month just to keep up with a good AND working bank account.

2. Read a hundred books before 40. Any material of fiction, business, medicine...about anything will do. It will be another bank for me to keep. A bank of knowledge until I have the courage and inspiration to conjure up a book. Ten books in a year? I think I can do better than that though. Ok, I'm moving it up to 300 by the time I reach 40.

3. Keep my waistline down to a 29. Actually, I adjusted my eating habits. No soda and less rice. I try to exercise everyday and keep away from alcohol. Smoking is another story...it will take a while before I kick it out of my system. But, yes, I am trying.

With respect to a fellow blogger, I would like to share his blog to rest of the world. The blog http://coconuter.blogspot.com puts this one to shame. Monster's ink seems like a blond cheerleader blog compared to this one and I think, every Filipino should read this one. I picked out this blog from a forum and I've been hooked ever since. I thought, at first, that it was just a picture/travel blog from a handsome, young Filipino but when I watched his interview with ABS CBN and read the articles in the site, I was definitely moved. And the guy has a character. And a great intellect to boot. I am proud that he is Filipino. Actually, reading his blog makes me think my life all over again. Why do I really want? Why do I have to keep pushing myself to train and work in the US? Will everything that I seek for would make me happy?

In a recent movie from Will Smith called The Pursuit of Happyness, the main character ponders on a line from the Declaration of Independence. It goes "...blah,blah for justice, equality and the pursuit of happiness". He continues to ask how their forefathers know that happiness is something you pursue. And happiness can never be realized but something that is only pursued. True. I think this proves that Maslow's hierarchy of needs is true. Human nature aspires for the top and being on top in not enough for there are heights unconceivably far and we, as dreamers, still want to soar to those heights.

Its good to be back in NYC. Jeff lives two blocks behind the Time Warner building (shown below) where I use their Borders store as my own private library

At the end of the day I am....

Alone. Now, I find myself again alone. I never got used to being alone and now it sinks in more than ever.

It was fun when it lasted. It was satisfying and filling like a big Sunday brunch. And all I wanted, after consuming all of it, was to bask under the not-so-hot afternoon sun, drinking lemonade and smile the whole damn time. I never wanted anything or anyone--for that matter--anymore.

They said it was doomed from the start. Like two pieces of a puzzle that will never fit. They hugged me for my mistake. But I would like to tell them, honestly, you are wrong. It wasn't a mistake. I took all my judgements aside, and had to trust everything to love.

Sometimes love just ain't enough. Maybe that was it. Yes, the song. Hence, at the end of the day, still, I am alone.

A New Hope

Yes, after several months of waiting...but I dont want to preempt anything first. I will tell (and rejoice) if I have it in my hands and when I set foot into their soil.

For the time being, I see hope. I see spring. And everything in me that was dead all this months are beginning to wake up again.

And I hope this time it works.

So I wore the suit...

The haircut wasn't so bad after all, but my plans are still foiled. I turned up to look like everyone else. That's my fellow MDs right there. Claud's wedding was nice but LOOONG. We left the party at around 11pm cause I have to do some crooning.

I did well. That's what they said.

My hair....gone

Most of the time, I'm choosy with my hair stylist. I always go to Bench Fix in ABS to have my haircut done by Cesar, my trusted stylist. It has been a while since my last haircut; it was around 3 months ago. So I tried to grow it to a fine mess of hair. I figured that no one, except my mom, is fascinated by the old-style-pompadour hairdo of mine. So I grew it long...no combing...well, I shampoo everyday, duh...but I hate the doctor/schoolboy well-combed look. A friend gave me a bottle of Kerastase shampoo for Christmas (I really love it. I really do. thanks suki!)which made my hair from wow to OHMYGOD...FABULOUS. Well, that's at least what I think.

Later this afternoon, while strolling along and cruising the shops of Gateway, I suddenly had the urge to have a haircut. I thought: "Just to tame my wild frocks. I'm attending a wedding on Saturday anyway." I went to this Menage salon, which I thought was a classy name, and had my haircut done. I told the hairstylist what I want: I want it styled but not too short, I'm going to a wedding this saturday so I want it tame but I still want the length. It's a challenge I must say but doable. Agree?

Maybe what I said shortcircuited his tiny ultraminiscule neurons and the next thing that he did is he started to snip the hairs covering my ears. OHMYFREAKINGLORD!! That's the last thing I wanted. Then he started to cut an inch from my crown, tore off all the hair that was hanging splendidly on my forehead and snipped all the curled edges of my frame. Good thing he didn't shave the sides or else I'll grab the clipper and make a reverse Mr.T-do on him!! During the onslaught, I sat down nervously, grieving inside and crossing my fingers that somehow, the end will justify the means....

But no! There is no justification. I ended up looking like my mom. I was planning to go to Claud's wedding in a tossed up hairdo and an after-five shadow dressed in my tailored pinstripe suit. It will be a standout amidst the well-groomed looks of my fellow doctors. But all those plans are foiled. Now, I'm considering to wear a barong. What a sob! I feel like eating a gallon of ice cream and drinking a keg of beer. Vanity kicks you in the ass sometimes. And damn it, most of the time, it hurts like hell.

I'm Sick

Medically. Sick. Not sick-sicko person. But sick like viral sick. And I hate it. I have plans this evening but all will be put aside in order to get a long and restful sleep. I have work tomorrow. Yeah, I hate working on weekends. Working while everybody is resting/having fun. It just kills me.

Five days ago, my iPod hanged up. All of a sudden, it just refused to boot. Well, I got it filled up to the brim with audio, TV shows and music videos. I guess everything gets a little tired when pushed to the limit. Everything. Including electronic devices. So, I have to rebuild my entire library starting from the new ones I just acquired online. I haven't started to load up my CD collection but I already filled up half of my 30 GB iPod. I guess I have to learn how to delete songs I really don't give a shit about. Songs that I can live without.

Songs that can't be deleted from my iPod:
Irreplaceable (Beyonce) - brings back fun memories of trips to Baguio and Tali Beach
All I've Got (17:28) - makes me fall in love over and over again
Buttons (Pussycat Dolls) - makes my heart trip. Electrifying.
Wicked The Musical Album - I still want to fly and defy gravity. With or without the broom.

So there. I'm still sick. Five days and counting, I'm still rebuilding my iPod library. Thats how I live my days recently.

SO WHAT'S UP DOC?

So where I am right now? That's the question. This is about me and finding my niche. Have I found it yet? The answer right now is not yet; and that means I am still working on it. Yeah, working but not very hard. This year I promise to be better.

I have several resolutions this year. (Yuck, here we go again. Resolutions that never EVER did happen). Well, I could at least try.:

1. Keep in shape. I'll work hard, maintain on a diet and limit the vices I have acquired in life that I dont regret and I still LOVE doing. Oh shit. Oh shit. Can I really quit? Lets go for it. (I'm taking to my multiple personalities. The thought of it makes me really crazy)

2. Plan my career and stick to the plan. I'm in the middle of applications and I'm doing a really lousy job. Hope this writing jumpstarts my formal writing skills. I hope so.

3. Save money. I don't know how to do this but I just have to put it here. There's not much to save anyway. I'm planning my last frivolous purchase: An Ericsson K800i phone. The battery for my camera got lost/stolen and I'm ditching my old Kodak camera. I want to buy this instead. It would be nice to have pictures in my blog, right? I also want to keep track with my progress in the gym with it.

Well, I better start ticking those To Do boxes now...

So, whats with my new header? Nothing. I just like the pure nonsense of it. I took it out from this series called Heroes. It kept me busy last year...watching episode per episode every week on the net. And I'm definitely, ABSOLUTELY hooked.

Basically, its about a bunch of people realizing that they have this powers in them. They're ordinary people albeit superheroes sans the shimmery tights and the undies-after-leggings fashion booboos. Although they wear tight fitting clothes. Then, as always there are bad guys and an ultimate vision of the future that the world will be blown to smithereens (This happens in New York City, which according to Jonathan Larson in Rent, the center of the universe). Saving the cheerleader will save the world. Cool, huh? My favorite character: HIRO! He bends space and time. Dreamed of doing that since I was a geek kid. You know, you want to go back to the time before the exam so you can answer the last 2 exam questions you missed. So you can have a perfect score. But guess what--m beyond school and grades and exams right now. But I still want to bend time and space just as well.

A New Year

I was too busy this year to write. I hope this new year will usher me back to writing.
Happy new year everyone!

China Memories

Its been three weeks since we got back from China, but I still got a HIGH from the experience! It was very successful, we had lots of fun. Athough Chinese food in China is so disappointing. But that's a minor glitch I have to live with. Otherwise, the whole experience is really great. Read on...


WE WON 2 SILVERS and 3 GOLD DIPLOMAS!! We weren't hoping to get a silver medal in 2 categories at all. We were good...well, er...I suppose...well, I guess were good. We were happy with our performances in the qualifying and olympic round. But of course, it wasn't PERFECT-perfect, you know. We had an occasional flat note here and there. But we were hoping that the fast tempo of the piece "I Cannot Dance, O Lord" by Kernis was enough to stun the judges. Silver is good. If we got a gold one, I think the jury is deaf. If we were the champion in that category, I say that they are all retarded. Mentally and audally. So, silver is good.



WE MET OTHER CHOIRS. Most notable are the Kamer Choir from Latvia, Bartok Male Choir from Hungary and the choir from the Medical University of Gdansk. The latter sang us Venikhi in the fastest way possible. I was wowed. Tongue action extreme. Well, we met other pinoy choirs and it was a nice feeling to wave the Philippine Flag with them during the awarding ceremonies. No Filipino choir went unnoticed. Everyone won a medal and diploma.


LOST IN TRANSLATION moment. Exploring the island was great. Gulangyu island is like a big Amazing Race trail. I usually get off on my own. I like that. Exploring places by myself and talking to people who doesn't understand a thing from what I am saying. I feel like Scarlett Johansen. Really.

SHOPPING. Bought cheap speakers for my iPod, some souvenirs and of course, clothes. They have great discounts! Too bad we had only a day for shopping. And the Chinese think I'm handsome! Wow. I could be a movie star in the place, wallow myself in millions of yen so I can buy cheap electronics and tads of clothes. Salespersons often tell me: "You are very handsome." Instant answer: "Thank you! Can you give me discount?" Well, it might be some marketing ploy....but I can be wrong. Maybe Chinese people are honest.

Shopping high. Singing high. Traveling high. Sounds like a Rexona commercial. Lousy writing for a lousy day. I hope everyone is doing well!

Back into the Blogosphere

Hmmm...nice to smell that air again. Well, kids, the monster is back!! It's been two months since I dumped blogging in my list of hobbies. But since some people are asking me to update Monster's Ink, I decided to make this entry today. Yeah, I exist to please.

In a few hours, I'll be leaving for China. Our choral group, The UP MedChoir will be competing against other choirs from different countries in the Mixed Chamber and Musica Sacra categories. They hooked me up again for this one because they are in need of basses. I agreed to do it cause it will be a nice opportunity for travel and I want to experience how it feels like to take part in an international choral competition. That's why I am having this sort of adrenaline rush right now and I need a vent to unleash this energy.

In all intents and purposes, guys, I hope we'll win. And we have a big chance. The Euroeans love Philippine Choirs (we sing with our hearts) and we brought along tough pieces that I'm sure will wow the audience. Don't worry, I'll spill in the next few days.

I'm gonna miss a lot of people when I leave. But hell, its just one week. I'll try to make some serious shopping and intense bargaining to conceal the loneliness. Haha. What an excuse! Well, I trained my credit card to sit still, roll over and not to bark on the merchandise. Hopefully, it will remain to be obedient. Mantra for the week: Credit cards are like dogs, they should be on a tight leash. (THAT is PURELY mine. I made that up myself. Copyright protected. Pendong. Kalas. No erase.)

UPDATES in MY LIFE (that doesn't really matter to anyone):
1. Backlog books: 30. I'm getting tired of reading Coehlo. 11 Minutes was nice but the rest of his books are so-so. Millie just gave me Blink by Malcolm Gladwell, so, that makes it 31.

2. Songs in iPod: 4465. I just added Bituing Walang Ningning. Original version. Sharon Cuneta and the 80s-inspired-twangy orchestration. I was surprised it was in the net. Now I can slap anyone and scream "Copycat!".

3. Most recent movie: Superman. I just saw High School Musical on DVD. I swear, the lead actor is gay. He knows how to sing, dance, play basketball, act...pretty much everything. Well, that is gay.

Go MedChoir!!