They said…..I should start loving and getting used to writing if I want to make it in Postgrad studies. So I will. I’m pretty sure this isn’t the kind of writing that they meant, but what the heck, this is the writing that I know.
I probably need to start doing my first major paper due on April but the first paragraph of the first page of the assignment quite bothered me:
“A 60 year-old male patient (you are his GP)….”
What the hey. I’m not a GP. Stop scaring me. I’m not sure if all situations involve me as a GP but I sure hope I didn’t sign up for a medical practitioner’s course. I’ll find out soon, but for now, the workbook is buried under my pillow and it shall not come out until I’ve cleaned my room and made it conducive for school work. When that will happen, I DO NOT KNOW.
I really should switch this to Tumblr. Soon, soon, soon, maybe tomorrow. I need sleep. Working straight from an 8-hour bus ride was a pretty bad idea. Not doing it again.
Row row row your boat….I’m aliiiiveeeee! It feels weird to be on Wordpress knowing that most, if not all, of my blog friends have switched to Tumblr. But Tumblr will never be the same as Wordpress. More convenient, yes, but less personal.
I missed you! I was almost definitely gonna revive you but I’m not so sure about it now. Considering that I’ve just paid for your renewal, it would be such a waste to leave you idle for another year. But, I dunno. Maybe I could move you to Tumblr? But that would mean I’d have to give up Wordpress. That would be sad. So yeah, we’ll see. Right now, I’m just trying to remember how it feels to blog on Wordpress.
I’m still the old me, just with red hair (which I kind of regret). Biggest highlight of the day? I had oatmeal. 15 years after I had my last one. It’s good to know that some things never change. Oatmeal still tastes like how it used to be. I still don’t like it. But I realized something very relevant: it’s not easy to eat oatmeal in a rush. And I, therefore, should not rush people to eat their oatmeals. Very very relevant to work. Lightbulb moment.
Life is pretty much stable, but you know stable always means otherwise. This is not the time to vent, because I have a lot of overdue cleaning to do. Cheyene-Stokes. Literally, that’s how it is. The entirety of it. From Point A to point B. The point of it all is, sana di nalang ako nagegets ng mga tao, kasi…..yun.
