Loads of you...
For the many times that I have cried and for the many times that I have laughed, there is only one person behind it. Not once while crying have I decided to give up on us cause the mere sight of his smile makes everything alright. There are so many things that I want to say but currently I am at lost for words. Things remain different as compared before yet I continue to play the role of the one who never tires to understand and I know that you also do. I miss you. I miss
you now but I also miss
you before... I have promised to fill this with Loads of You and that I will fulfill.
This is just the beginning.
LaLaLa...
Seems to me I only use this blog at every end of the month. LaLaLa...
I'm bored yet I still have so many things to do. Nursing's a bummer and doing Physical Examination's a major "oh no!" as well. Weekend's are supposed to be fum but for us, it's just an extension of the time given to do all our assignments. LaLaLa...
Alot has happened. About school, about life, about me about others. But never would I imagine that something like that would happen. Last friday, my kabarx and me were all brought to cavite to witness a crime scene. what greeted us on their kitchen floor would always be etched on my mind, on my soul and would forever haunt me... The mom of a blockmate lay lifeless on the ground with stab wounds on her chest and abdomen, drops of blood encircled her body. She has lost all her color. Apparently she was killed by their own house help. And though we weren't related to her whatsoever, my friends and I cried like there was no tomorrow. I don't think I'll be expounding more on that incident. To see someone die, as a nursing student, is something given and inevitable but to see someone who was killed and to see ur friend calling and mourning for her mom is another case.
I pray for the soul of Charlotte Aldana, may she rest in peace and may she join our Lord in a life eternal. Amen.
I'd feel guilty to write in anything happy for the moment. I don't think that I can really be happy for a week atleast and to see me laugh would be something superficial. I avoid remembering that fateful day when everything happened. My memory of that day will be locked away in my heart, its key thrown at sea, never to be found again.
