Hassle sa Muscle

okay after a summer of spending my time wisely doing a lot of things, today i spent my time again being a charge nurse. exactly, hassle sa muscle. 

i kinda missed the feeling tho’ superficial to the fact that i repeated, and not because everything happens for a reason, but because i like working, challenging myself a little everyday. for me i wanna get things done pronto thats why i snap so easily when the littlest of details (or the biggest dilemmas) tick me off bad.

the problem is…. the littlest of details bugs me everyday. i’m the person, yet again, who can tolerate things just to push through - but people, things, animals, officials, the weather, mother nature and the attitude problem of the human race kicks me off track.

i wish the day wont come when i think of the past or think fast forward to the future that much. you know that feeling you live everyday as if it is, erg not the last but, as if life is today and today only? that’s what i learned through a heap of problems.

STRAIN SA BRAIN diba?

for some reason i’m happy to be home today, face school yet again and sometimes stand the moment of being invisible. just being invisible.

i hope that my brain could only bury so much glare and fuzz, that i can be optimistic, wont second guess myself or be utterly relentless…

i miss the days when troubles wont bother you. but i like the days when you shake them off your shoulder like dust in the Manila Pollution.

before you get lost in the hodge podge of my emotion, life is not like we imagined it. the gist of all philosophers would say: “life is what we make it. life is your side of the fence. life is leveled not somewhere in the sky….

LIFE IS A HUNGRY HUNGARIAN.