something to Look back...

Many of us over the years have grown a special fondness towards another person who can truly be placed under the category of “Best Friend”. These are those who know you inside and out. They offer you a sanctuary for sharing your innermost thoughts and weaknesses without a fear on your part of being taken advantage of. They are a breed apart from the rest of humanity and deserve our attention when the situation calls for it... I miss those times when We go to church together... I miss those times when we absent from our class because of too much eating and sleeping... I miss those days when we go to the roof top and singing... I miss those days walking in the sidewalk at 6:30 to go to a family's house... I miss those days when we watch movies together... I miss those days when you cried out loud to me when your down... I miss those days when I just HUG you when I felt alone... I miss those days when we talk about the guys we met...I miss those days when we write letters to let us know each other that we still exist... I miss thise days when we buy 6 PACKS of pancit canton for our snacks... I miss those days when we have to climb up in a window just to get in inside our "friends?" room... I miss those days when I have you always in my side... and most of aLL... I Just Miss You mY bEsTbUd...

I wrote this long long time ago....

I made this article last year, April 18, 2004 to be exact...

It was on April 18, 2003 when I first saw a picture in the NET, which I myself was really astonished and appreciated the real beauty of a man. A man of beauty in and out, an allurement of intelligence, elegance, and a warm heart for everyone. It's been 365 days ( 1 year ) that in everydays of my life,I've been brooding and imagining myself being with this Prince, which I know in reality I could not talk or just even a hasty touch to this Prince, but in my dreams I always deem of Him. My friends and family are always telling me that I am erratic, delirious, darnly crazy of him, that everytime I heard his name I could not say any single word rather a lot and millions of words I should say, that what I am thinking about this Prince is an unfathomable ambition according to them. This morning, I really make it to the point not to sleep just to write this journal.

Everyday I use to visit the NET as possible as I could just to check the website and even the message board I am use to join with about this Prince. I have also read a lot of articles in relation to the Prince, I even got magazines just to read news about him. I also read article about the girls who were link to this Prince.I even have pictures on him which I kept it in my own, in my own right sakes too. There are times that my friends are wondering and asking of my admiration to this Prince, that inspite of the bad rumors about this Prince I still admire this person. Am is just an ordinary person, a common student, simple person,and just a mere dot on this Earth, but the way I admire this Prince is actually an idolatry of a certain creation. It's not that I am really making my world revolve around him, but rather just merely an admiration that in my entire life, I would really kept as a treasure. A treasure that when time comes that I am alone, I would just think of him and would just smile and said "I have once done something craziness for this Man"...

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"Princess MeG Windsor" : (the name I used to call myself in my own right)

mY pLeDge oF sTuDy

I don't know why I wanted to write a blog this time. Maybe corny, or whatever, But it's just that i felt writing about where Am I now.... funny man or hindi, seryoso man or hindi, but that's just it! wahehehe......... just felt writing this.......

When I was a child, I could still remember that oftentimes I love to play "Mock Hospital Setting" that everytime I play with my playmates, my role is always a Doctor. An elegant "Mock Doctor". A "Mock Doctor"- wearing a laboratory gown made of plain white blanket made by my ate, a plastic stethoscope hanged on my shoulder,and my lunch box covered with white bond paper as my medicine bag,wearing an eyeglasses, a destroyed one eyeglasses of my mother which I got from our drawer, with a clipboard in my hand, and of course my patients are my playmates and my sister. When I enter school I keep on telling myself that I really wanted to be a doctor. But right now?... haha! here I am, waking up 4:30am to attend 6:30am circle at school, with a BIG size bag on my back filled with paraphernalias and 2 required books. Wearing a clean and well ironed uniform with clean white shoes, and stricly white socks. Listening and noting the head nurse's endorsements. Changing the patient's bed lenins. Letting the patient take the medicine. Doing a Bedside Care and doing a therapeutic conversation with the patient. Wiping the fecal mater *excuse me* of a bed ridden patient. Reading the patient's chart and make a so called "SOAPIE" an assessment outline and form to make a plan of care for the assigned patient. And the requirements which will be passed after the duty. And not to mention, the times when we were being reprimanded by our Clinical Instructors. These things are done within our 8 hour shift. Things in which I never imagined that would happen in my Life. Things that I never imagined, maybe because it's too far to my dream field of work, well, at least it's still just near to what I dreamt of in my Entire Life. Untill now, I am thankful and proud to say that i reached this stage. Near for a graduation, yet too far for me to see. but then, it is my pride that I am here now. Striving to survive, aspiring for a bright future, soaring high to be one...

MoNeY cOuLdN'T bUy ...

This is a story from a good friend of mine....

12:30 am I received a text message .... unusual, cruddy, rough,and detrimental. I should say, it was a hurtful word I ever heard.

Things really change, Old may gone, but new has come. But what builds a turmoil here, is on how I still interpret and deal Life.
For few months, my life has been so complicated, all extremes are there. But, one thing I realized, life isn't that wonderful without those things had happen. It maybe depressing, yet it made me more mature and tough.
Right now, I reached the age on where I begun to think of life more seriously. Oooooooops!? Do I really mean "straight" serious? partly it is, partly not...
Late in the afternoon, I thought my day will end up into nothing, but the usual day. Day that in my four years, it was my first time to feel empty and blank, day that I have never seen the person nor heard something to whom I expected to (sad... sad...sad..) Day that, even in a small thing, I am hoping to see "them" just to compensate what I really feel. Day that i might say, the dumbest day I ever had. But that is not the plot of the story. Time really is unpredictable, Another turning point of my life came.
I arrived at home quarter to 6:00pm. the door is not close, and BooooooMmmmm! A huge box is in front of me, placed on the top of a small, and well stood table. It was written there MY FULL NAME - Box no. 21, Airline 1986, Flight no. 21, with my whole address and phone number under my name, and on the upper right it was written there BALIKBAYAN BOX. I was shocked and was stunned seeing the box. The first thing that linked in my mind is "was it a bomb"?... I slowly opened the box inside my room with handful memorable gifts. As I opened the box,it was then I noticed a designed banner of greetings, hanged on the wall. I couldn't help myself but cry. A cry of regression and happiness. regression? that despite the things had happen to me, I never think of those person behind that surprise, in which I think they're the ones I should be thankful and reason for me to be strong, regression that even for a moment of that day, I should've realize that happiness is not seen to be expected but to feel. and Happiness?
Happiness which is far beyond my imagination at that moment.
It was then I realized, that life isn't about of what is for you, but on how you live for it, that every bit of moment may it small or big, treasure it as if there is no tomorrow, that happiness is not about money, its about things that are too cheap and too expensive that no one can afford to buy it, but hence they just exist in unexpected time, unexpected moment at unexpected persons... And......... that's LIFE and........ I just LOVE them...

Book Journey...

At last! I GRADUATED!.....
I've been studying 3 years in preparatory, 6 years in elementary, 4 years in high school, and the most crucial one, my 4 years in college of nursing.
Most of the people said that nursing is really a tough course to take up. and I would say a big YES! yet, its the most enjoyable course I should say. But,let's just see on the serious side of this course. the booksssssss..... mode............
for almost 13 years of schooling, I never bee that addict or serious of reading books, especially books from school. But, since I w studying nursing, I leaned to love, live, and befriend of the books. I am not saying as books, but rather BOOOOKkksss... I mean, something that needs time, analysis, concentration and even care. It's a whole lot of books. Now, I am already a nurse, I would say that a big percent of here I am now, and what I've achieved is because of loving to read books. Books, really helps!.....