Eighty-fourth: I am a bad girl.

I will always have good words for Angelina Jolie no matter what is said against her. She is a woman of substance and style. She talks less, thus the public knows less; but when she does, it's profound. I gather, from the video, she can talk about almost all things without shedding a tear but her mother. You would know she was raised well. A woman can never get enough of a mother's love.

Thank you, Ms. Angelina, for letting us hear your thoughts. You are loved.

Eighty-third: Pinch-worthy arms

The song goes, "I've got it from my momma." Funny how that line's stuck in my mind. I miss my Mama very much. There are days I find myself awake in the middle of the night wishing we were lying together on the bed, in the same room. There's a feeling of security when I'm with my best friend and mother. When I'm sick and in distress, I wallow in self-pity and send her numerous text messages saying how I'd get better when she'd take the first flight the next morning. Of course, that's almost impossible. If I feel like ranting, there's no better person to turn to than mama. There's no fear of judgment. I say what I want when I want to and she'll just listen. :)

I fear the times and days we spent apart are so long. There are so many things I would want to do with her. There are so many words left unsaid and stories left untold. But I worry not, she knows I will ALWAYS have her back as she is with mine. :)

These were all early-morning shots.

And then the fun begins...

Then there's art all over...

For some things weird and peculiar, I've got you covered.

 

 Please do not kill me, elevator shots are a must.

Of course, it's necessary to include these...

Christina Perri - A Thousand Years (Official Music Video)

I can't explain how much this song has hit me. This has nothing to do with the hype of the latest movie abuzz all cinema worldwide. Thank God for artists who convey our hidden feelings through their songs and melody. :)

I personally believe it's cruel to play with people's feelings. Who does that? Why would you do that? What gives you the right to play with it as if it's perfectly alright? You just don't do that.

While browsing through the web, I've come across a quote that goes like: "Don't be reckless with other people's hearts; don't put up with people who are reckless with yours." Every word hit me in all the wrong places. For me to write this and for the world to read my emotions mean a whole lot to me. I don't really do this but I am being very honest when I say I'm hurt. If I fall for a person, I fall hard. I fell for the wrong person with the wrong intentions.

Seventy-ninth: Camaraderie

It's really a breeze working with the people who make you laugh even when you're caught in a dire situation at work. Today, I had eleven patients, three of whom are with IV fluid (IT'S A MIRACLE!!! HURRAY!!!), and another two that require close attention because of their diagnosis and patient care. The "fun" part was I had my admission at past six in the evening and was due for a STAT O.R by 8. I found myself running up and down the stairs getting my materials ready for IV insertion, preparing my medications, and looking for a surgical intern. My other patients were looking for me because of some concerns. This is when camaraderie among coworkers comes in. Had that essential part been absent, I would not have made it. My coworker attended my patient even without me asking. Half of my job was accomplished. I was told to focus and do things one at a time. The busy hours were over. We were now laughing over some silly inside jokes while eating a local delicacy. 

I personally believe that if God sends me into a stormy situation, He then makes up for it the next day, for there is ALWAYS light and hope. I may have found myself overwhelmed with patients' care yesterday, but tomorrow is going to be better. It always does. His grace and goodness provides for me. The people I work with is an evidence of that sufficient grace.

I remind myself to pay ALL good things done to me forward. How else can a difficult job be done? 

*Lord, Your goodness is seen through the care of others. I pray I may always be given humility to ask for help when one is needed because I can only take so much. I pray, too, that I may be generous of my time and whatever talent and help I can offer to my coworkers.

At past six in the morning :)

Seventy-eight: View

I'm so glad I can catch up with my blog because of my two-day off from work. I am currently staying in a beach resort with my family. It's my first time EVER to decline an offer to go for a swim in an incredibly gorgeous beach. An infinity pool by the side awaits my presence, but I just have to say no. My eyes are puffy, almost beaten to a pulp. I am sleepy. I slept the entire day yesterday. I woke up early and found myself sleeping again for five hours after having my breakfast meal. I can't get enough of sleeping. I know I must enjoy the beauty that's before my eyes, but sleep, WHY MUST YOU BOTHER ME?!?!
This is a shallow post. I'm sorry. :p

Seventy-seventh: Hi!

How do you stop yourself from being so consumed at the moment, it'll scare you when it ends? When do say enough? What do you do? How will it feel? Will words ever be sufficient to console you?

Life is full of ironies-- when you're out having fun with your friends after a hard day's work, it pours heavily and your spirit is dampened; when your parents are in town for a short visit, you find yourself swamped with work; when you have a flight to catch, the traffic gets in the way; when you suppress your feelings, it eats you.

How can I not like you? You're wise beyond your age. You set before my eyes the realities in life. Pretension is your enemy and humility is your ally. You do not bore me. I laugh loud and hard when you throw in occasional silly banters. I do not despise you despite your incessant teasing. I look forward to seeing you. Your thoughts amaze me. All thhese scare me. How do I stop myself?

Seventy-sixth: Let's do the slow dance.

Have you ever watched kids on a merry-go-round,

or listened to rain slapping the ground?

Ever followed a butterfly’s erratic flight,
or gazed at the sun fading into the night?

You better slow down, don’t dance so fast,
time is short, the music won’t last.

Do you run through each day on the fly,
when you ask “How are you?”, do you hear the reply?

When the day is done, do you lie in your bed,
with the next hundred chores running through your head?

You better slow down, don’t dance so fast,
time is short, the music won’t last.

Ever told your child, we’ll do it tomorrow,
and in your haste, not see his sorrow?

Ever lost touch, let a friendship die,
‘cause you never had time to call and say hi?

You better slow down, don’t dance so fast,
time is short, the music won’t last.

When you run so fast to get somewhere,
you miss half the fun of getting there.

When you worry and hurry through your day,
it’s like an unopened gift thrown away.

Life isn’t a race, so take it slower,
hear the music before your song is over.

- David L. Weatherford