Nurse ako, choice ko to.

Sabi ko non,

"Mag reresign na ko, gusto ko na kasi mag-nurse".

Sobrang bilis na desisyon yun, parang wala pang isang oras na pinag-isipan, na basta na lang gusto ko na mag-nurse. Hindi ko man lang inintay yung next bonus (oo na sayang) at kating-kati na ko umalis sa trabaho ko, kasi para "ay sayang naman lisensya ko" na feels ang nangibabaw.

Galing akong bangko, halos isang taon din naman akong ngtrabaho na nakaupo, intay ng kliyente, para na rin naman akong nurse, kasi inaalagaan ko yung mga kliyente. Ewan ko ba, bigla na lang hinanap ng katawan ko yung pagod, kasi bigla na lang akong nawalan ng gana. Nawala na yung passion (wow, passion) ko sa pagtratrabaho, na sa una lang pala masaya kasi sumusweldo ka. 

Hindi pinagisipan, alam ko yun. Pero iba e, kapag nakakaramdam ka na ng "tama ba talagang andito ako" yung mga ganyan feels ba naman ang iaarte mo? Mapaparesign ka talaga lalo't ang immature mo pa at wala ka pang ganong alam sa tinatawag nilang "REAL WORLD".

Ang galing galing ko diba? Ni hindi ko man lang ako ng seek ng guidance ng iba, basta magreresign ako tapos. Sabi ko pa sa sarili ko, "Sure na talaga to, ready na kong mapagod". Na parang ngayon, gusto ko ng bawiin (pero joke lang syempre).

Sa totoo lang, excited pa nga ko non e, na finally magiging nurse na ko, magagamit ko na pinagaralan ko, na alam ko namang konti na lang natatandaan ko. Alam mo yung feels na, anong work mo? "Nurse ho". Sarap pakinggan feeling mo ang galing galing mo. 

A year of Change, a year of Chance

Cursor blinks.

An old black keyboard.

Freestyle, smoothly playing.

Thy feverish self.

                I started to engulf those experiences I encountered for this year. As my mind blabs varied matters to start with, I came up inculcating thy change 2014 brought me.

                A banker in the morning, and running my heart out at night, that was my lifestyle for my first ever job. I worked five times a week, handling cash and new accounts.

Door opens, greeting clients, endless sales talk and facing the reality that I have an 180deg-related job to my diploma.

It was an enormous ride; phases that helped me grow and be what I am now. Earning money with my own sweat is not, like I though it would be. It was hard. I came to the point, that I almost cried every night asking thy Lord, if I’m in good hands, or make an impetuous decision to leave.

Early February, a short white paper became the validity of my banking career. It was an impulsive and selfish act, I know it for sure. I tried. I helped myself to embrace the job. But, I met the finish line, not worrying what life will bring me after.

I was jobless for 3 months. Yolo-ing at its finest; beach, hike, 12-hour sleep, going out with friends, indulging myself to those things I missed out. But bipolar hits; I ended up crying again, asking my physical self what I should be doing now. So I came back from scratch, applied and went for interviews. I was about to accept a job merely related to my course, but thy Lord gave me another opportunity.

Coron hidden Haven

For the second time around. 

July 20-23. A four day visit again to an island where all you mumble are words "wow", "amazing" as you indulge to the well-created island of Coron in Palawan. We've been here last summer, and as part of my Tita Ellen and family homecoming, my father suggested to come visit Coron with me quoting him, "Maganda sa Coron, magsasawa kayo sa mga ganda ng dagat dun". Well, can't blame him, Coron is indeed one that surely every Filipino should be proud of.

July 20, rain poured hard, and thoughts of "what if our flight is canceled" rambled to our minds, but then again, excitement can't hinder us to stop ourselves in our vacation. As expected, our flight was delayed for the heavy rain and strong winds in Manila. We traveled all the way to Busuanga, like riding the The Abyss in Ocean Park in HK (no kidding here, you can literally feel that i-cant-explain feeling in your tummy while the abyss started to work). Enough for the explaining, well I guess, God really protected us all through out our flight, Amen to that! :)

Busuanga Airport

New baby to practice to.

Cause Papa is too generous to the camera shops, so another lens for our Nikon. I'll be just posting some of the shots we had in trying out the new lens. And before I forgot, we never mastered using our Nikon, so sorry for the not-so-good shots. 

Here are some of the shots we had. Good thing, focusing is now easier to use. HAHA! :)

Year older? Naaat.

July 14.


Originally, my Tita Ellen's birthday was last July 7. As a part of their homecoming, a simple gathering was made in D.A.P to celebrate her 4_th birthday. (and yes, I didn't mention your real age tita! HAHA!). 


Swimming with the high sun at its best, not to mention the overflowing of calories on the food table. It became a small reunion on my Tita Ellen's and Tito Mark's side. All day karaoke, tired cheeks bones for the non-stop picture taking plus the huge laughs we shared that day and the joyful tears that ran to Tita Ellen's eyes as a sign of her cry baby attitude? Naaat, because of the overwhelming feelings of having our complete family gathered in an event, of course! RIGHT TITA? :)


So here are some shots our camera captured that day, I'm to lazy to upload so I will only post some of the striking photos we had.