not a day shift nurse

i had a sucky day at work yesterday. remind me not to sign myself up for a day shift next time.

because i hate same day surgeries.

because i don't wanna deal with people that i don't deal with on night shift.

because i am not a morning person.

but because i only have 10 more days to go before i leave for davao, i am in a much better mood.

thanks to ayeza and jerry for somehow satisfying my craving for all things "DAVAO" on their blogs. true it made me miss the place all the more, but the thought that i'd be there in ten days is enough to get me through the remaining 4 days that i'm working. oooh, i just can't wait!



on the phone while watching a simple life...

did i ever gave you roses before?


really? how come?

i don't know. maybe you're not the roses type of person.

you're right. i'd rather have us stay at home and talk about mundane things over beer and pizza.

oooh! beer and pizza... and mundane topics! i like that...

i know you do...

ok, here's a question for you: would you have sex with paris hilton---

in a heartbeat!

oh yeah? but i'm not finished yet ----if she had the worst case of chlamydia??

ever heard of antibiotics? he he he...

eeew! sometimes i feel like i don't know you anymore.

come on, you know me as much as i know the musicality of your snoring! (wide evil grin)

look who's talking? have you heard yourself snore?


well couldn't you be any luckier?


being twenty something

because i only have 2 more full years left to have the right to claim that i am a twenty something person, let me share with you this article which had been in my inbox for a long time. i don't know where this article originally came from or who wrote it. but whoever he/she is, i'm sure a lot of twenty something people who got to read it are nodding in agreement with him/her. reading it was kinda like putting words into my mouth.

Being Twenty Something

They call it the "Quarter-life Crisis." It is when you stop going along with the crowd and start realizing that there are a lot of things about yourself that you didn't know and may not like. You start feeling insecure and wonder where you will be in a year or two, but then get scared because you barely know where you are now.

You start realizing that people are selfish and that, maybe, those friends that you thought you were so close to aren't exactly the greatest people you have ever met and the people you have lost touch with are some of the most important ones. What you do not realize is that they are realizing that too and are not really cold or catty or mean or insincere, but that they are as confused as you.

You look at your job. It is not even close to what you thought you would be doing or maybe you are looking for one and realizing that you are going to have to start at the bottom and are scared. You miss the comforts of college, of groups, of socializing with the same people on a constant basis. But then you realize that maybe they weren't so great after all.

You are beginning to understand yourself and what you want and do not want. Your opinions have gotten stronger. You see what others are doing and find yourself judging a bit more than usual because suddenly you realize that you have certain boundaries in your life and add things to your list of what is acceptable and what is not. You are insecure and then secure. You laugh and cry with the greatest force of your life. You feel alone and scared and confused. Suddenly change is the enemy and you try and cling on to the past with dear life but soon realize that the past is drifting further and further away and there is nothing to do but stay where you are or move forward.

You get your heart broken and wonder how someone you loved could do such damage to you or you lay in bed and wonder why you can't meet anyone decent enough to get to know better. You love someone but maybe you can love someone else too and cannot figure out why you are doing this because you are not a bad person. One night stands and random hook ups start to look cheap and getting wasted and acting like an idiot starts to look pathetic.

You go through the same emotions and questions over and over and talk with your friends about the same topics because you cannot seem to make a decision. You worry about loans and money and the future and making a life for yourself and while winning the race would be great, right now you'd just like to be a contender!

What you may not realize is that everyone reading this relates to it. We are in our best of times and our worst of times, trying as hard as we can to figure this whole thing out.


is bora better than prozac?

this is not right. it's now close to a month since my last post. am i really that busy? well in a way yeah. if you call packing ang unpacking and then packing again two big suitcases (and being all so oc about it) busy, then i am. if you see being all hyped up about the vacation that's looming my way and the possibility of a boracay weekend that had me spend a lot of time researching about hotels and resorts that would fit my budget and later on led me to calling my sister a lot of times just to get updates on reservations and flight schedules, as being busy, then i definitely am.

there you go, i'm gonna have to admit it. i am excited as ever! in fact, i'm more excited in coming home than my upcoming birthday. not that i've been excited with my past birthdays anyway because who'd be excited to age another year? so who cares if there's going to be a party or not? all i care about right now are my plans for my well deserved vacation. no more 12 hour shifts, no more cold cruel weather (well at least for three weeks), it's going to be heaven on earth for me, i tell you.

now here's where i tell you how abrupt this post is gonna end. i'm a busy woman you know, so you have to deal with abrupt ends sometimes.