Thursday, July 20, 2006
Ironic
The girl who once hated to become a nurse is finally donning the cap tomorrow.
Freaking excited and miserable at the same time, she finds it funny that she will guide the whole ceremony as the lector.
Goodbye, court room dreams. See you in the subconscious.
11:16 PM
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I don't care what the world
throws at me now.
It's gonna be alright.
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Tuesday, July 18, 2006
DR
Last night, during my first delivery room experience, I witnessed what my superiors described as "the incredible miracle of life."
Last night, too, I realized how painful it was for a woman to give birth normally. I cannot describe its severity because pain is actually a subjective experience. But judging from the procedures done, I realized that my mom has all the privilege to scold me whenever I do something stupid; well she did go on a hard labor to get me out.
Last night, too, I was able to assist on a spontaneous vaginal delivery. I dried the baby, placed his name tag, did his footprints on the chart, cuddled him to his mother for nipple latching and brought him to the nursery.
Fun!
Last night also, i realized I can take on blood gushes. High five for me. Woo.
Oh yes! Last night, too, I realized that I'd rather undergo cesarian than normal delivery. That...in the years to come.
I'm lovin' the delivery room.
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A already take back the loser status from not being able to watch High School Musical.
I was able to! Last Saturday! Wee! Now I am dying to buy a dvd version and the soundtrack! I love it! I absolutely love it! Does it seem like it?! Judging by the exclamation points?! Yes I do!
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I'm suffering from a bad, bad cold. I do love the rain; I just hate what it brings. Bah!Humbug!
9:03 AM
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I don't care what the world
throws at me now.
It's gonna be alright.
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Thursday, July 13, 2006
17 latest
Lately...
1. I realized I am indeed neurotic. I wake up each night to check up if the doors are locked for a record of 5 times each night! I also realized I am too much of a perfectionist that in the incidence of a wrong punctuation or typo error in a paper, I reprint the whole thing and reread it thrice to make sure or else I go gaga for half the day, remembering the stupid mistake. All these realizations thanks to Pychiatric Nursing. Next sem, I have duty at the National Center for Mental Health. I shall see mi amigos. Hay.
2. I bought a black dress for Cathy's debut. Yayness.
3. I bought and watched My Girl. Killed my eyes when I watched it from 5pm-4am. The lead guy was so damn hot.
4. I still haven't watched High School Musical in its entirety. Loser.
5. Classes were suspended for two days. I hate the thought of having make-up classes on Saturdays and the thought of a moved Cappin Ceremony. I JUST WANT TO GET OVER ALL THESE THINGS!
6. I realized I have to make-up SIX duties in the nursery department on SEMBREAK. Though I can complete my cord care requirement, still it's 6 friggin days off my free time. 2x loser.
7. I so want to remove my LSS on Join the Club's NOBELA. I hate the song. I so hate it I am too addicted. I hate, hate, hate it.
8. I get along well with my group already.
9. I realized I have to break free from the official school newspaper for the literary folio. Oh no...letters and meetings with the dean!
10. I haven't updated this blog. 3x loser.
11. I have a full schedule due to an overload of school and yfc activities. Fun, fun!
12. I realized I love being a workaholic. 4x loser.
13. I have a newfound hate relationship with Maternal and Child Nursing. Crap subject.
14. I have a cold.
15. I am nineteen and hating it.
16. I am confused.
17. I hate the song Nobela. Oh did I just say that? Argh I HATE IT!
11:33 PM
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I don't care what the world
throws at me now.
It's gonna be alright.
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Sunday, July 02, 2006
The One That Got Away
Though it is true that there is someone out there predestined to sweep us off our feet and endure our mood swings "till death do us part," there are always instances, in most women's lives about the ever famous the one that got away.
Personally, I've had my share of hurts and pains but nothing can ever overtake the intensity of regret for the one that got away.
Why am I suddenly in a sullen, painfully romantic mood?
Just before I left our car a while ago and was disappointed with Superman Returns, a discussion on love was blaring from the car radio. To my despair, I never had the chance to evade the dj's line that went: "Have you met "the one that got away" and realized after all the drama, you love him too much you're regretting big time?"
And then my world just fell apart for a good ten minutes.
Looking back after five years, I realized that if I only held on tight, if only I didn't think I was too much of a bother, if I became selfish one more time...
Ah yes! The slaughter of "if only's."
But yeah, if only I said yes that fateful night he called up after 3 years of no news then I could have been the happiest person on earth, knowing that I have a nearly perfect guy at my side: super smart, down-to-earth, too God-fearing, gentlemanly, not too jealous, good-looking, good at cooking, family-oriented, service-oriented... the list goes on.
Then again, God had reasons why it could never be.
I do not actually sound so desperate by writing this, nor do I want to seem overly regretful. Think of this, perhaps, as my tribute to the one I had loved so much; maybe too much that bits and pieces of it remains locked up.
A friend once said that my story could still be ongoing; that maybe in the end it could end up with a grand finale of joy like that of By the river piedra's.
Well...maybe. Until one is living, the possibilities are endless. Of course I do not want to hope or count on it.
Maybe, just maybe, I could wave my pen again someday and write the one that got away with the addition of:
...yet returned and she lived happily ever after.
Dreams CAN come true.
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SUPERMAN sucks. The visuals and the story are okay but it never made a connection to the heart. A book or a film can be rendered effective if it establishes a connection between the author/director and the reader/viewer. Yup, Brandon Routh is one heck of a hottie but I do not need his charisma to bow
l me over and scream for more; I need an assurance that my trip to the cinemas in expense of an important engagement is worth it. Sadly, the film went below my expectations.
Spiderman is waaaaaay better and I can't wait for the third installment. Tobey Maguire may not be as dashing as Routh but the emotion that exuded from him since the first installment made a great impact on most of those who viewed how his eyes did the talking.
Gee... I lost 112 today for a film I got excited for nothing.
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I had chicken pox, was isolated for a week, went into bouts of depression for feeling alone and bored, got into a dent in the road, worried about it, DEAD anxious about it, got to read a lot yet scored low on the first quiz, got frightened at the shock of third year professors, got to be teased by the whole class for my curls and my previous pox, went dead crazy what to wear for Cathy's debut...
and that was just about 60% of what I felt during the week.
Oh and I'm heading the school's literary folio. And I realized a creative pattern on how I conceive my literary works...
I realized I did 90% of my works on the way home from school since I learned I had a knack at poetry when I was grade 3.
And I realized I am too stupid that I may have made more than 100 poems in my lifetime which just went to the wastebucket. AHHH! I need to compile poetry!!!
And lastly, I realized...
I can be so annoying.
Are you annoyed?
12:27 AM
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I don't care what the world
throws at me now.
It's gonna be alright.
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