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Wednesday, August 22, 2007

  • Nostalgic.

    It was a well worth two hours travel time, (one hour, at most when you're driving). It took me fifteen minutes from our house to Southmall, a few more minutes waiting for the public transportation to leave, and a few minutes more before I finally arrived at my former alma mater. Everything looked exactly the same, except that our canteen now has shakeys, and a couple of stores (cellcard station and bookstore) outside. I also recognized a few familiar faces, those of which became my classmates in med school. It wasn't too hard to look for one of my bestest buds in DLS-HSC. I found her right away inside one of our most memorable washrooms. She looks the same. I felt exactly the same being with her. But one thing's different, it felt like I really missed her.

    I had a sudden sense of nostalgia. It took me back to the time when I was walking down the halls of the hospital, hanging out in the canteen while waiting for my next class, loitering around after 5pm because I had to practice dance. I really, really missed my school, and I couldn't help but feel sad that I was not able to see my other friends that I used to see a lot before they graduated, and the others before they left to practice in other hospitals. I miss them.

    I was glad to see my other best bud. I hung out with her and she told me a lot of things about her love life. I missed her too, and I was really grateful for having agreed to accompany her.

    Most of my friends are now MDs. I'm really proud of them. Sometimes I wonder what could have happened if I too have followed their chosen paths. Either way, I know I would be happy.

    God knows how much, I want to be a nurse. I would do every right thing just to be one. With all my heart, it's all I ever want. Nothing would ever compare with the happiness of knowing you were able to help other people. No happiness would ever compare to the feeling of being needed. And no happiness would ever compare to the feeling that you'll have when you finally make someone else happy... when you are able to give someone a second chance to life.

Tuesday, August 21, 2007

  • New Life.

    I've changed my life spiritually, by choice.

    I used to be so lazy to go to church. I used to make excuses about going (still do it, but only sometimes). And I used to forget that i need to pray. Well, I have learned the difference between needing and wanting to pray. I want to pray. I need to talk to Him all the time. I need because I want to. I love to.

    Being able to devote myself to praying and going to church is something that I can be proud of. Right now, it makes me happy.

Monday, August 20, 2007

  • My mother isn't exactly the perfect mom. But I know she makes up for it. Just for the record, and I would want to remember always-- she gave me my first compliment today. It made me really happy.

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