The Never Ending Wait.

Its nerve racking. Mind blowing and its not an *Toot*! Currently Im waiting for my grade in Pharmacology in the internet. Our Instructor promised us to give the grade last monday, March 24. Sadly today is now thursday, March 27.

I am definitely on my wits right now. You see, Im not even sure if I can pass the subject. Everyone of us isn't sure. Im dreading it right now. It may be bitter or really sweet. But Im sure, if I'll pass I'll definitely strive harder now! Especially I want to get a "Parangal" again. 

And so, for anyone who's reading my Blog, please do pray for my soul!

The Final Wave.

Like those cliche things in Plants VS Zombies, my finals week is somehow like the Final wave. The part where every zombie would gather around and attack your house. And if you're lucky, they would not eat your brains.

As for my position fight now, finals week is like a zombie paradise for as Student Nurses. Even though I would only have 1 major subject exam, take note its not that easy! And as my status in my academics, I can only hope for the best!

May God bless my soul! I just need to blog my feelings out. I need to be in control of what I should be doing and not be doing. I should stop my monkey business and shenanigans. Time to rack my brains out and if Im lucky, would not turn into a zombie myself! Ha! 

2014 New Upcoming Movies 2014 - 17 Official Trailers

I cant wait for this! Damn! Who's excited?! 

My usual remedy for a stressful day, duty, life? A good movie marathon and a bag of chips and a lot of sodas. Say anything you want, when Im in the mood, I can be your typical Couch Potato. 

Passing of a great teacher. A friend. A true person.

It never occur to me that losing another teacher would also meant losing a part of what I am today. Last February 28, I was so frustrated about my day at school that I haven't even realize that I should be thankful for the life that I'm living instead of despising it because of the hardships it has given me.

During that day also, I found out through my younger sister Melrose, that our teacher way back in
Kindergarten passed away. I was shocked to hear this. I really thought she was already well and I felt guilty knowing I haven't even visited in the hospital back in high school when she was diagnosed of a certain disease or illness.

I remember when I was in grade 3 that she also had a stroke. Back then I would hold her hand and listen as she spoke to me. Hearing her raspy voice would never leave my head. Seeing that she was also guided by her husband.

Back in kindergarten, I remember she was the first teacher I ever lied to! I was so embarrassed back then that I never lied to a teacher again. They always find the truth. It was when I came to school in my civilian clothes. My brother who was already in grade 3 wore civilian clothes too, and so I assumed we would be doing the same. When I found out that we should be wearing our school uniform, she asked why I wasn't wearing it. I told her that my uniform got wet. I laugh now because I sounded stupid back then using the oldest trick in the book for an excuse like that. She then answered, "Hambal lola mo sakon ma civilian ka kay naga civilian ang mga elementary". I was shocked. I really was. A felt ashamed and I said I was sorry. But she forgave me then stating I should never lie again.

Thinking about it right now did changed me a bit. Though her impact on me really felt like she left without giving another teaching or advice. She was a teacher, an older sister, maybe a mother in a way but most of all, the sweetest person there is. Any kid who goes through kindergarten teachers will always remember how they were first taught in the confines of the classroom and how each nursery rhyme or song would be sung.

Bottom line, I do miss her. I miss her voice when she speak. It would always be soft, gentle, non commanding but pleasing, a little bit rough or raspy but the same amount of love in it. I miss how she would let us nap though I cant even fall asleep because she would roam around and give stars.

I wish that she had led a peaceful and happy life, that people would always remember her is her happiest and not in the times she was sick or in pain. I wish that I could have said goodbye to her, though I also dont because it will only make it harder to let go.
And to think we have the same first letters in our names.

Maam Willa, I will always love you and you have made a great impact in my life. You're my first teacher in WVSU and I hope that you had also touched lives of as you have touched mine.
You will forever be remembered, in our hearts, our mind, and in our lives.
May God welcome you with His loving arms.


Love,
Your student.

IN DIMENSIONS

            For the past years that the College of Pescar had it shows in the Cultural Center, it never fails to amaze me everytime. From the past, like the Cuts and Pieces, the Shadows from last year and now, the In Dimensions, I have seen that the college had been producing well talented artists and world class performances show casing our very own ethnic dances as well as our folk dances.

            This year, they showcased dances on the Ethnic Suit, Rural Suit, Social Suit, Contemporary, The Randalla Ensemble and The Himig Kanluran also.

            In the Ethnic dances the ones that I noticed were the Yakan Pangalay, Banga, Pag Apir and Kiniki. I see that the dancers are really serious on how the portrait their dance. Their every move is graceful, their every step is precise. I see that they have put so much effort in perfecting their dance in order to have a great performance and awe the audience.

            While in the Maria Clara Suit, I remembered the Tambourines, Paso Doble, Cuertos de Capiz, and Habanera Bontonelyo. And yet again these dances were as graceful as they should be and dancers themselves brought meaning to our folk dances to a whole new level.

            I like the Contemporary dances for it catches the attention of the people. The way they make the people “Kilig” or how they make the people laugh in the “Babae po Ako” part. Truly it was a great performance.

            Last but not the least is the dance from the West Crew. Hip hop dance is always a remedy after a very serious dance/performance. And seeing them dance in front makes me want to dance also. It only shows that the people in Pescar are really talented and flexible not to mention the people from the Himig Kanluran also the Randalla Ensemble.

            All I say is Hands down to all of you! A great performance indeed and hoping that next year, there is still a show like this and that they keep on inspiring people and sharing their talents. 

The last horaa
P.E. Day dilemma

           

            Frustrations, hard work, sweat, blood, tears and a little bit of quarrelling paved its way for us Nursing students  to work our assess off despite the hectic schedule and back breaking requirements in order to have a presentable piece to show during our P.E Day

            I was afraid for the past few days before our performance. We haven’t practiced unlike the other colleges and I knew that we were a big mess. What can I do? I’m not even a folk dancer but I know that if we only helped each other, we can push it through.

         

  We practiced day and night after our duty days, we had difficulty in our other classmates for some misunderstanding and fights had been made. It was a frustrating week indeed.

            And only a day left before the said performance, we finally came into our senses and made our mind that we need to pour everything we’ve got for Sir Jemuel gave us another chance and another hope to redeem ourselves from last year’s performance. (Phew!)

            And who would have known, we were the last performers. We dance Pandango na Tapis and we were a little bit…er…let’s say not that good. ;) Though we did our best and I know that I did have fun.

            It was a great experience. Folk dance is really a tough dance but can be appreciated if one will just perform it well. I hope this performance will strengthen our batch, especially in making decisions and in dealing with each other. I know that there are a lot of conflicts for now, but I know we’ll suffice.

            This experience will always be remembered. 

Life goes on, even if you don't want it to.

Its been a year. A year of fake smiles, insincere laughs, cold hugs, and empty words. I've been a walking dead-man.

I've been wandering around, searching for answers, draining myself from schoolwork and eventually just going on with my life without even making a hell out of every little thing I do. I've been numb, isolated, left out, blinded and emotionless.

Its all because of the pain I feel inside of me. A pain that nobody would understand. Maybe because I'm the middle child. I get this a lot. Im the one who gets left out. The one who is always on the side.

Even though I may not be always in the picture, I've seen everything. I've seen every heartbreaking event there is. I've seen the imperfections, the mistakes and the absence of love. And right now, I cant fathom this pain I'm feeling inside. That feeling of being so numb and dying at the same time. Depression? I might even think of suicide. But no, I know I'm stronger than this. I know sooner or later, THIS people will come to their senses and realize that we need to pick our selves where we left them.

It pains me a lot to know that I cant do anything to solve this problem. I am nothing...and so I can never remove this pain I'm feeling. And then I realize..life goes on, even if you don't want it to.

When will this pain stop? When will I find that peace again? That feeling of being loved, of being able to see the people i cherish the most being happy? When? And why did this ever happen? I know you may think that I'm just being overacting but you don't know my story and this is far beyond what you can imagine. 

My story, life, pain and suffering are different from other people. And no matter what happens people will never understand, and this pain is just another word to them. Another understatement.