Turmoil of Thoughts

Wins: 2, Losses: 2. I need one more battle to win this war. I'll rally other troops if I have to. But morale has been pretty low. Although honestly, my morale has been boosted by a half-step. I've worked hard and thank God my hard work is being rewarded. Don't worry, I'll work harder for a better reward.

I quote my friend, Joyce.

"This class is breaking a lot of good people."

It has always upset me to see people give up as we climb the ladder of our career. We've only gotten through the first few steps. People have been falling and refusing to push further. Why give up now? There's still another chance. Hands are extended forward to you. Grasp it! Open your eyes to the truth that we can still make it! Don't fall behind. We're a family. A pack. (No, we're not tampons).


Just today, I helped my parents carry their groceries up to the third floor apartment. Half an hour later, I experience a burning low back pain. I put an ice pack on it but it won't go away. I'd take a painkiller but I'm allergic. What luck. Either an allergy or pain.

I'd pick the pain. At least I have an excuse to just lie down and be useless. :P


On a darker note, a friend's father passed away. It makes you think, how would it feel like to lose a parent? One by one, members of our generation is being tested by ill tidings of illness and death. And it makes me think, what would happen to me if I lost a parent (God-forbid)?

I haven't been very thankful for them lately. But today, I woke up late. I had a quiz too. I rushed to dress up and woke my mom up. "Mom, I need a ride. I'm late." She got up, dressed as decently as she could in 10 seconds and jumped to get her license and the car keys. We were out of the house in 5 minutes, complete with a Tupperware™ of dinuguan and rice (don't forget the fork and spoon wrapped in plastic). In 15 minutes, I was in school and taking the quiz.

My parents have done so much for me. I am the youngest of three and I am the last to reap the benefits of their unconditional love. Waking up to a possibility of not having them around stimulates even the remotest sense of fear. I may not seem to like them (referring to my previous posts) but I love them with all my heart. I owe them my life. I do not want to see them go.

Oh. Happy Monthsary to us. :) To life and to love.