Sunday, December 14, 2008


Well, guess what? Been done with school for the time being, so i've been catching up with some partying. And when i say party, i mean drinking and dancing. Or as my other friends say and do, juking! Well, i'm too old for juking unless it's the first definition found in the urban dictionary [read here] the rest of the definitions are way too out of this world for me lol!!! Hey, i'm a prude, so what????

here's some pictures of what i did to celebrate early christmas with my study group/best nursing school friends


*added today*
here are pictures of the party

Tuesday, December 9, 2008

Paranoid or what?

So,what would you do when someone you dont know pulls up your driveway, started beeping the horn, and when you don't come to the door, starts ringing your bell? Then, drive away, only to come back, start beeping their horn again and when you still won't come to the door, rings your bell and starts yelling and pounding at your door?

Call 9-1-1! At least that's what i did today.

Well, i'm by myself at home with my dog, wasn't expecting anyone. I was in the kitchen fixing something, when i heard a car's horn beeping. Since i can see half of my driveway from my kitchen window, i peeked and i saw an old car [not good with car's model] and i thought, whoever it is will realize he's got the wrong house. So, the guy [later found out it's a man] stepped out of his car and rang the door bell. I didn't come to the door. I figured he will realize he's got the wrong address. So after a while, he drove away. I thought maybe he realized that no one's home and that he's got the wrong address.

Minutes later, he came back, started beeping the horn again and when nobody opened the door for him, started banging at my front door & yelling [couldn't make out what or who he's yelling for]. Anyway, i got so scared, i called 911 and told the operator that i couldn't get through with 3-1-1; told the dispatch that someone's banging [yes, not just a polite knock] at my door and that they send an officer right away. I hang up the phone, went to my bedroom window and saw the car pulling away. So then i ran to the front so i could make out his license plate number. Apparently, he saw the blinds move when i tried to get a look at his plates, so he pulled into my driveway again. I then went back to my bedroom coz i figure, if he's that mad yelling at my front door, he could have a gun, shoot the door, then i have to be as far away from the front door, where i will be safe from the bullet. After a while, he left.

The cops came, i told them my story, gave them a good description of the car [green with black hood on] and the license plate. They told me to just call 9-1-1 again if he comes back and meanwhile, they will drive around and try to look for the car.

So, what do you all make out of this? Am i too paranoid? Was i watching too much CSI or Law & Order or any of those shows?I didnt know what came to me but my first instinct was to not open the door and to call the cops. In January of this year, Oprah did a show about "Gift of Fear" [you can read about it here]. I believe what came to me today was my instinct. I don't even want to venture my thoughts into what could have happened to me earlier or wether i just overreacted. All i know is that something told my guts not to open the door.

So please, if you are not expecting anyone, don't open your door to strangers. If they are really in the right address, they will leave a note or call you on the phone. Sad as it may seem, a lot of things happen because we don't trust our instincts. Just remember, it's better to be safe than sorry.