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Saturday, April 21, 2007
i wish ive never received this text message. the road to success is... UNDER REPAIR. *sigh* please remind me that God is good. Bone painted the world at 3:43 PM |
Tuesday, April 17, 2007
so now this is how frustrating job searching can be. i can't even say that it's difficult coz then that would an understatement. thought i have already mastered doing resumes as i have been practicing since i was in high school but then 5-6 hours in the computer say otherwise. this is definitely not a good sign. and im still not done. the telephone bill must have gone up by 500% this month since i have been making calls to millions of hospitals and medical centers here and surrounding areas. but im getting no luck at all.. and no love as well. but oh no, i am not stopping. i admit, i get discouraged big time but that doesn't mean i am giving up. not yet but almost. sigh. Bone painted the world at 12:18 PM |
Monday, April 09, 2007
"cross the bridge when you get there, hija." that, my folks, is my father's favorite line. well, next to "life is never fair," of course. people keep telling me not to worry. they dont get that when the future is out of sight or blurry and the road to success is under repair, one has all the valid reasons to be worried.. and insane! i try to remind myself that God is good. i know He is. but i am only human. i sin, i doubt. i am weak. i get scared most of the time.. when things get scary, i often tend to think of crazy things. i figured if i cant get hold of a better future, i better just make myself immortalized while i still can. someone told me there are at least three ways to do that: 1. bear a child, 2. write a novel/book, and 3. plant a tree. although i have dreams of writing my own book, its a farfetched idea. of the three options, the last one is surely the easiest. so i bought three gumamela plants, and planted them. a few hours later, i realized, gumamela is not a tree. the next day, i found myself sweating under the sun and planting mango and mahogany trees. it felt good doing something like that. but then, afterwards, reality started to resurface. and it hurts. each day i wondered why i am not happy, why i am with the people i love and i want to be with but i feel incomplete and empty. i think i know the answer now. i have good intentions. mostly not even for myself but for my family and relatives. for other people, for heaven's sake!! but i still get no luck. and that's bull. that's painful. one of my friends told me a long time ago that good things happen to good people. heck, thats a lie. coz i know im a good person. it even took me twenty years before i realized that bad people exist. but look where i am today. look at what i am. i have almost nothing. hurting and unhappy. tell you what really frustrates me. i gave up my own dreams of becoming a CPA lawyer because of my desire to give my family a better life. i endured three years of effin nursing life. i used up my reserved courage to take the NCLEX and IELTS. booked and paid a flight to US. for what?? for nothing. retrogression sucks. i am leaving in 4 days and RN immigrant visa is still not available. pucha. sana hindi na lang ako pinanganak. Bone painted the world at 8:57 PM | |
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because if you choose silence, people take advantage of you.
because if you dont speak, they will tell lies. because if you dont care and simply live life, they make up stories. because if you are loved, others will bring you down.
sometimes, you need a place you can call your own. where all you see and hear is the truth. a place where you see colors instead of just black&white. a happy place. home.
