I feel so happy with Marky's efforts in cooking me a spaghetti. It was a surprise which made me really...special.
He was mentally crossing himself as he watched me open my serving of spag (sorry Yani, una na ko, hehehe kasi di pa naglulunch). He said, "I really hope magustuhan mo yan. Sana masarapan ka sa luto ko."
I smiled, which gave him the message that it's the thought that counted most for me. I verbalized my appreciation before I tasted it...and then I tasted a forkful...*made a perplexed face* and paused for a while, figuring out how appropriately I can express to him my enjoyment.
He looked at me and asked, "How is it?"
Biniro ko nga eh, "Nako, pakakasalan na kita!" (which he laughed at) *sabay lamon ng spag with the creamy sauce and faints*
Well...I hope I'd learn to cook it. Masarap talaga siya...experimental pasta, but really really...good. In fact, the best red spag I've ever tasted (but don't tell him that or he'll know about it and feel mighty proud of himself...nope, I don't want that).^^
There's a saying that the way to a man's heart is through his stomach...well, I guess that's not just for men. I think I just discovered a waterloo through my heart...hahaha charing talaga!!! Mark! Penge pa!!! Kasi seriously natouch ako dun sa mere effort and thought that a very good friend of mine took the time to perfect a recipe for my gustatory pleasures...asar...I want more! Come on!!! Hahahaha.
Dissatisfied
I want to grow up. Really. In spirit.
Maybe that's all the reason there is on why I feel dissatisfied. Weird...
OK, I'll really go na. Time na daw.
It's 5:48pm.
God bless you all.
I miss my high school friends.
Maybe that's all the reason there is on why I feel dissatisfied. Weird...
OK, I'll really go na. Time na daw.
It's 5:48pm.
God bless you all.
I miss my high school friends.
On work and play... *baw*
It's been a long time since...
Anyway, I have been wandering around the health sciences library here in our building in the college of nursing. As usual, I'm caught up in the hype of our next grand case presentation- psychology...which really isn't my cup of tea since it's so complicated and not as established as medical and surgical nursing (which I also don't like much because of the complicated pathologies, but at least it's better when it comes to proof-finding).
Hay. So why the sudden urge to type in furiously when there's so much to do with the psychopathology?
I also don't get it. Just a while ago *checks watch* which was about 4 in the aft, Da left me to fend for myself here in this jampacked lib (I wasn't really thrilled to see the place that way...parang palengke, except that the 'vendors and buyers' were polite and civilized creatures, hahahaha. Pero still, maingay pa rin sila, gets...siyempre...murmurs murmurs...noise yun pag madami, di ba?
Ayun, so there. I was left with that scenario...I started to cram whatever I found into my brain...even after browsing a few good references on psychology regarding schizophrenia, I still had a lot of questions to answer...and I felt the eagerness to research about it while I had the afternoon for myself. I had a few photocopied just for handy reading...read and manually copied a few other references for personal storage...then I wandered off to the older shelves where most of the books were peeling and had pages yellowed in time...
In the silence of the area, I suddenly had the urge to pick up yet another potential reference (for the nth time) and sit on one of the footstools. That was when I realized that I felt suddenly tired. I checked the time. It was past five already. I thought I needed to rest. I realized something again...which came out as a question that I posed to myself:
Am I pushing myself unnecessarily too hard?
I stopped right there, returned the book, and went up here to type something to loosen up a bit. The thought seems funny but it's really bothering me at the moment. Somehow I feel that I'm getting enough rest, but then I think...what if I'm paying for more than what I'm gaining in this business of life? In exchange for knowledge and passion fulfillment, what if I'm giving up a grand component of my health status..?
Well of course it's given that we all have to sacrifice on this aspect when it comes to climbing the mountain of success in any field. But if in the end the irony would be that you'd have to use up everything you gained in salvaging what you've spent...then what gives? Indeed, one of the greatest ironies of life is that, we give so much of our lives...sometimes even too much of it- to achieve our goals in life, and in the end give up all of what we have achieved to go back to living again.
Which is why it bothers me to think that I am now becoming one of these people who are shedding off the aspects of their lives slowly...dying like a candle...which is frankly no different from someone who smokes, or drinks a lot, or even eats too much triglycerides (for example, overusing gravy in KFC, ganun, hehehe).
I don't want to miss living. I am not saying that we should all just drop our responsibilities and trot off to the land of tralala- that's not wise, either. A balance between the two would suffice. A bit of work, a bit of play...that's what makes Jack a healthy person.
Naw, wait, change that. A bit of work, a bit of play...and a whole lotta praying and devoting to God. Now that's optimum health.
Hay. Okay, nakahinga na ko. Thank God for wisdom. For now, I guess I have to restrict myself, know my limits, say that my research is enough to sustain us for the making of our protocol I think (come on, siuyod ko na ang neuroscience references)...and just relax for a while...
Tapos mamaya sabak na naman! Hehehehe.^^
Okay lang, totodo ko na lang ang relaks after this work storm! Yahoo!!!
Anyway, I have been wandering around the health sciences library here in our building in the college of nursing. As usual, I'm caught up in the hype of our next grand case presentation- psychology...which really isn't my cup of tea since it's so complicated and not as established as medical and surgical nursing (which I also don't like much because of the complicated pathologies, but at least it's better when it comes to proof-finding).
Hay. So why the sudden urge to type in furiously when there's so much to do with the psychopathology?
I also don't get it. Just a while ago *checks watch* which was about 4 in the aft, Da left me to fend for myself here in this jampacked lib (I wasn't really thrilled to see the place that way...parang palengke, except that the 'vendors and buyers' were polite and civilized creatures, hahahaha. Pero still, maingay pa rin sila, gets...siyempre...murmurs murmurs...noise yun pag madami, di ba?
Ayun, so there. I was left with that scenario...I started to cram whatever I found into my brain...even after browsing a few good references on psychology regarding schizophrenia, I still had a lot of questions to answer...and I felt the eagerness to research about it while I had the afternoon for myself. I had a few photocopied just for handy reading...read and manually copied a few other references for personal storage...then I wandered off to the older shelves where most of the books were peeling and had pages yellowed in time...
In the silence of the area, I suddenly had the urge to pick up yet another potential reference (for the nth time) and sit on one of the footstools. That was when I realized that I felt suddenly tired. I checked the time. It was past five already. I thought I needed to rest. I realized something again...which came out as a question that I posed to myself:
Am I pushing myself unnecessarily too hard?
I stopped right there, returned the book, and went up here to type something to loosen up a bit. The thought seems funny but it's really bothering me at the moment. Somehow I feel that I'm getting enough rest, but then I think...what if I'm paying for more than what I'm gaining in this business of life? In exchange for knowledge and passion fulfillment, what if I'm giving up a grand component of my health status..?
Well of course it's given that we all have to sacrifice on this aspect when it comes to climbing the mountain of success in any field. But if in the end the irony would be that you'd have to use up everything you gained in salvaging what you've spent...then what gives? Indeed, one of the greatest ironies of life is that, we give so much of our lives...sometimes even too much of it- to achieve our goals in life, and in the end give up all of what we have achieved to go back to living again.
Which is why it bothers me to think that I am now becoming one of these people who are shedding off the aspects of their lives slowly...dying like a candle...which is frankly no different from someone who smokes, or drinks a lot, or even eats too much triglycerides (for example, overusing gravy in KFC, ganun, hehehe).
I don't want to miss living. I am not saying that we should all just drop our responsibilities and trot off to the land of tralala- that's not wise, either. A balance between the two would suffice. A bit of work, a bit of play...that's what makes Jack a healthy person.
Naw, wait, change that. A bit of work, a bit of play...and a whole lotta praying and devoting to God. Now that's optimum health.
Hay. Okay, nakahinga na ko. Thank God for wisdom. For now, I guess I have to restrict myself, know my limits, say that my research is enough to sustain us for the making of our protocol I think (come on, siuyod ko na ang neuroscience references)...and just relax for a while...
Tapos mamaya sabak na naman! Hehehehe.^^
Okay lang, totodo ko na lang ang relaks after this work storm! Yahoo!!!
I wish
Do I make you smile and say
'I'm happy coz of you'
Make you wish we'd stay this way
Forever ever true?
Such silliness which renders me
Helpless till the morn
Is worth my precious time, maybe
If it makes you less forlorn
Do I go on through the years
Giving you delight?
Do I gently kiss the tears
With wise words put just right?
Let this loving heart ascertain
The answers to these queries
The owner of who longs til then
To make you ever pleased
'I'm happy coz of you'
Make you wish we'd stay this way
Forever ever true?
Such silliness which renders me
Helpless till the morn
Is worth my precious time, maybe
If it makes you less forlorn
Do I go on through the years
Giving you delight?
Do I gently kiss the tears
With wise words put just right?
Let this loving heart ascertain
The answers to these queries
The owner of who longs til then
To make you ever pleased
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