Indeed, it is the beautiful things that keep you waiting.
Happy is an understatement to describe what I’m feeling right now. My dream for four, almost five years has turned into reality. Becoming a registered nurse after the long wait is truly worth it. Finally, I can append Registered Nurse (RN) after my name. I am in pure bliss.
Honestly, passing meant redemption for me more than anything. Both of my parents went through the extent in order to strive and survive for my education. Passing the board examination is a way to prove myself worthy for all sacrifices they made. I am truthfully thankful to God for hearing my prayers. I am truly blessed.
Sunday, February 20, 2011
Monday, February 14, 2011
Affair of the heart, it was.
Once upon a time I was a character in a tragic almost-love story …
No, don’t get me wrong over here because I’m not fantasizing or whatsoever. This entry is based on actual events, no less and no further.
I met a handful of new fellow students during my concluding year on secondary school. Of course, I was together with my friendly classmates meeting new people and getting to know them. We’ve made a few acquaintances and added a few to our established crowd. However, do you remember back in high school being awkward with someone? Or being uncomfortable with anyone? I do, I don’t know why but it was purely based on instinct. But how ironic was my life back then? I noticed for some time my ‘friends’ would tease me about an ensuing suitor. Seemingly though, I always had a hunch about whom they were referring to. It turned out that that person I was uneasy about had a crush on me (sends shivers down my spine). And yet again guess what? Apparently, rumor has spread and I was the last one to know. Eventually, that person confessed through writing me a letter initially – handed from some other, then started wooing by texting me. Strictly, right from the start I knew it is not going to be a fairytale.
It was oddly peculiar being courted let alone by another person bearing an X and Y chromosome in the cell nuclei.
This tale of romantic story was few and far between the usual romance. Recognizing that I’m no different from other male species biologically, I differ in terms of character, instinct, and emotion early on. In all conscience, I own up a great deal of dreamy romances of my own. But then I never thought such (so called) romantic affair would bargain me a role. With a personality like mine – reserved and discreet, I’d always have tough situations to say the least. Moreover, to handle and to be in a strange state of affair is tough furthermore.
Eventually, I was immersed in harsher circumstances. People became so indifferent and hypercritical with all their unyielding grilling and conclusions. I knew I took the lead for daily gossips here and there. It was an emotional and psychological struggle. I was hurt, confused and doubly affronted. Albeit our awkward environment, that person sustained to that earlier confession and continued to hope for togetherness. On the other hand, I remain avoidant and aloof. It went like that all the way through commencement and we parted.
Although it happened a few years back I can still hark back to the strain it caused. I have moved on from those moments, I have forgiven the events but undeniably it can’t be totally forgotten. It seemed as though our story just died a natural death, honestly speaking, it was undisclosed. As to my impression, it left an open-ended future yet to be written.
No, don’t get me wrong over here because I’m not fantasizing or whatsoever. This entry is based on actual events, no less and no further.
I met a handful of new fellow students during my concluding year on secondary school. Of course, I was together with my friendly classmates meeting new people and getting to know them. We’ve made a few acquaintances and added a few to our established crowd. However, do you remember back in high school being awkward with someone? Or being uncomfortable with anyone? I do, I don’t know why but it was purely based on instinct. But how ironic was my life back then? I noticed for some time my ‘friends’ would tease me about an ensuing suitor. Seemingly though, I always had a hunch about whom they were referring to. It turned out that that person I was uneasy about had a crush on me (sends shivers down my spine). And yet again guess what? Apparently, rumor has spread and I was the last one to know. Eventually, that person confessed through writing me a letter initially – handed from some other, then started wooing by texting me. Strictly, right from the start I knew it is not going to be a fairytale.
It was oddly peculiar being courted let alone by another person bearing an X and Y chromosome in the cell nuclei.
This tale of romantic story was few and far between the usual romance. Recognizing that I’m no different from other male species biologically, I differ in terms of character, instinct, and emotion early on. In all conscience, I own up a great deal of dreamy romances of my own. But then I never thought such (so called) romantic affair would bargain me a role. With a personality like mine – reserved and discreet, I’d always have tough situations to say the least. Moreover, to handle and to be in a strange state of affair is tough furthermore.
Eventually, I was immersed in harsher circumstances. People became so indifferent and hypercritical with all their unyielding grilling and conclusions. I knew I took the lead for daily gossips here and there. It was an emotional and psychological struggle. I was hurt, confused and doubly affronted. Albeit our awkward environment, that person sustained to that earlier confession and continued to hope for togetherness. On the other hand, I remain avoidant and aloof. It went like that all the way through commencement and we parted.
Although it happened a few years back I can still hark back to the strain it caused. I have moved on from those moments, I have forgiven the events but undeniably it can’t be totally forgotten. It seemed as though our story just died a natural death, honestly speaking, it was undisclosed. As to my impression, it left an open-ended future yet to be written.
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