January 2011
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Walk your talk. (Mejico, 2011)
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colorispower:
I can love the books, even some professors or even nursing in general. I can even love that yaya uniform. But probably never the college.
It makes me cry randomly.
Buti na lang I love the people.
I can even love my driver uniform.
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It's still a long way to go.
It’s the season where I usually start freaking out about requirements, exams, and such. For this week, we’ll be having two long exams, doing family nursing interventions, and submitting our research proposal.
But now, I don’t feel anything. I don’t know if it’s good or bad, but what I do know is that everything will go wrong if I just keep thinking about it and...
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We need Tumbeast exterminators.
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Good vibes. Again.
Pateros Duty all over again. While looking for families which we can take care and educate for two weeks, I was hearing my name being shouted across the street. Looking around, I saw my client (from last semester) waving at me.
Apparently she was so glad to see me again, telling me that she was actually expecting me to visit her. I just realized that time really flew by fast, since it was already...
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Monday na bukas?!
Blame this on our whole day lecture yesterday.
I have nothing against long, boring lectures, but I do hate make-up classes taking up some precious weekend hours away from me.
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Empty cans, indeed, make a lot of noise.
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it is better to love in silence because in...
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Nakaka-miss ka naman.
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In Retrospect of Libraries
The scent of books inside the library, don’t you just love it?
I do. Sometimes.
Back in grade school, I discovered this marvel called library. The library was this haven of pages bound together called books. I never really tried to stay longer inside for a minute due to the scary-looking librarians and towering grade 5 and 6 students, compared to my puny grade 1 self. It was in the third...
Daig mo pa ang isang kisapmata.
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The week so far.
Yes, that’s me in the ID picture. 2008 pa yan. :)) And as always, I’ve changed my signature since the one in my ID looks like an incomprehensible convolution of lines.
It has been a quite tiring week for me despite the lighter-than-usual duty work. Maybe it’s because of the 45-minute to 1-hour bus travels our group takes when going to the Research Institute for Tropical...
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Friends and their side-comments.
Friend1: "Ay, teh. Di pa rin siya maka-move on?"
Friend2: "Iisa lang ang nakikita ko. Umaasa pa rin siya."
Friend3: "Ang swerte mo naman at ikaw pa rin nasa isipan niya."
Friend4: "Ongdromo naman niya."
Friend5: "Ano, sasapakin na ba natin?"
Friend6: "Wow. Ikaw pala nakipag-break up. Napuno ka na ba?"
Friend7: "Hayaan mo na siya diyan. Tapos na di ba? Wala ka nang dapat gawin pa sa kanya."
Friend8: "Ehh kala ko ba marami siyang manliligaw? Labo."
Ako: "Ha?"
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Every second.
I have never been under such ominous pressure… until this week started.
It was a test of knowledge of how I remembered well the concepts taught to me for the past three years. It was a test of skill of how I performed the necessary interventions. It was a test of heart of how I showed love and compassion in every move I make.
The fear of failing was there, and it helped me strive to do...
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I need to go out and take some pictures.
