Stories to Tell

I slept really late last night yet I woke up early because the shrill of my nephew was too sharp that even two pillows cannot conceal it, but hey I'm not complaining because this morning is too good to start the day with such.

Last night was a merriment of different sorts. We feasted on cake and pastries while reminiscing about our childhood among my not-so-little cousins and sisters. Our laughter was all over the house that those already asleep had no choice but to join our fun conversation. We were loud because everyone had a say on things. We all had stories  to tell. One moment we were talking about  life in my maternal's ancestral home in Cadiz, then we were shuddering in total disbelief as how some of our cousins turned out to be. A topic also discussed was how each of our parents raised us-- most were strict and only a few were lenient.
Time flies by so fast that I wish I had the power to stop it. I want them to stay longer because there are so many stories to catch up on and so many things we could do especially on a summertime but so little time because work gets in the way. :/
Thank You, Lord, for times well spent with my family. They define and complete me. They leave me in awe, which leans more on the good side. They make me forget my worries. The world is brighter and even more fulfilling. Father, help me be a good example to my cousins.
*I cannot believe I have been gone so long from home. I've been living away from my hometown for seven years now. I've missed out on A LOT-- the time I could have spent with my parents, nephew, cousins and elders, the things I could have done with my friends, and the memories I could have made with them-- and sometimes all these make me sad. I made a choice of moving away from them when I decided to study in a different city. I met and made friends, yet I feel like a huge  part of my identity was starting to fade, and now it remains distant and vague. I find myself questioning my choice-- was it worth it? I know there will always be two answers on that, a yes and a no. And sometimes I have to settle with whatever's on my plate because wallowing on a spilled milk is a  notch lower than crap.

Hundredth-eighth: RIP

There are days you wake up thinking life's just going to be the same; but it never is and will never be. You go through the day nonchalantly because you do the same routine. Today was an exception though. I never thought you'd be gone too soon. I was gunning you to be around longer than expected because you were fighting for your life in every single way that you possibly could. Your family was doing the same thing as well.

So today I drove to work thinking it's going to be just another day at work. Another patient to render care to, another person fighting for survival. And that early morning news tore my heart into pieces. I couldn't breathe for a moment, while people around me were busily doing their chores. They had to race for time because so much has yet to be done. And there I sat, letting the news sink in. I couldn't believe it. You could say I got a little too attached to you and your relatives. I have learned to like them, to accept and to listen to their every rant and words of appreciation. I found myself praying for your speedy recovery. Your were gone too soon when other people were also fighting with you in your battle.

I hope you lead a life of no regrets but only lessons learned. It's about time you rest, sir. He knows you've fought enough and He had to take the worries and sufferings away because they're eating you up. When I see your relatives again, I'll smile and think of you and only the good memories I've had with you. Thank you for letting me serve you.

Rest in peace, E.S.

Hundredth-seventh: Why, Hello There :)

I have a penchant for all things huge and minute, quaint, or green-y. I like taking angle shots of buildings and park, hence my post. I may not take the prettiest shot but I sure delight in what I've taken. My eyes have feasted in all these things while we were on vacacion. My sisters don't understand my taste and sometimes question all my shots. But how could you ever play blind in all these very pretty creatures? ;)

*In Central, HK

*View from the 43rd floor of China Bank Tower in Central, HK

*Tsim Tsa Tsoi

*Looking so tiny

Hundredth-sixth: Life in Harmony

Hundredth-fifth: Mask On

I love going to work even if it means overtime without pay, having to deal with overly demanding patients and their significant others, long hours of standing and walking because there are just so many things you have to do or accomplish before the shift ends, and shortage of staff because the office refuses to add another one or two for reasons unbeknownst to us.

Working has been a breeze despite all these because my coworkers are fun to work with. We laugh even at the busiest time. We also take it in stride if we find ourselves famished or tired. There are times when we don't even speak a single word to each other because of our being very busy. We hardly talk to each other but we always make it a point to smile at each other. :)

*Taken last March 2012 for our Kuskos Night