"nEyRsiNg"

In my whole life, i'd never dream to be a nurse,

but my hypothalamus put me in a cursed,

with my pituitary and adrenaline burst,

until i had met my unexpected worst!

First day of college year, I was lonely and blue,

environment, instructors and classmates are new,

in my way going to our room, there's no a clue,

but their rules and regulation are very sue!

in anatomy room, where we've doing our demonstration,

where our clinical instructors with a long conversation,

bed making, hand washing and even i.v insertion,

must be know and learn to have a great communication.

on my first day of duty I was shy and trembling,

where my nerves and adipose tissues were all tumbling,

with also my hormones and erythrocytes rushing,

and my testosterone level were really climbing!

in clinical area here is the undying vital signs,

temp., bp, rr, and pulse rate that really hard to find,

whoever are patients and wherever we assigned,

here's always the very foul smell that really breaks my mind!

before my poem ends and my grammars get worst,

and before my cranial nerves and fats get burn,

i would like to tell the very important words,

that nurse is always be a nurse!

"Life"

... is all about choices. Every situation is a choice. You choose how you react to a situation. You choose how people will affect your mood. It's either you choose to be in a good or bad mood. It is your choice how you live life. Don't let change overwhelm you. Let change help you find opportunities. You may have never known that growing o9lder is mandatory and growing up is optional. People will adore and love you for the hundreds of good things that you've done for them but will hate you for a single mistake.. Life is better when you're happy, But life is at it's best when other people are happy because of you.

Even you do things the right way, some will still be unsatisfied, some will not appreciate what you say and do and there would always be people who would let you down too. But as long as you speak honestly from your heart, you'll be fine. This is not a perfect world, a perfect life. Life is almost always unfair. But life loves the person who dares to live it. Life is also never about the people who act true to my face bot it always the people who remain true behind my back.

In life, you have to make your anger so expensive that no one could afford it, and make your happiness so cheap that will people get it free from you. Life is full of test. You have to review every journey, every way and every challenge. Always remember that, people who fall the hardest bounces back to the highest. We can be happy anytime once we understand that the only place we'll ever find genuine happiness is right inside us. Happiness begins at the point of acceptance. The point that we stop questioning why life can't be perfect and just accept the world the way it is.

The winning horse doesn't know why it runs a race. It runs because of the whip and pain. Life is a race, if we are in pain then dearly God wants us to win. Live life to the fullest!

"Silhoutte"

two hearts, two souls, and two human beings,

destiny and fate just united to meet the said two's,

that God just found the right time for them,

to clamour love in the present and for the future.

the care that we shared for months,

and the love that we hold and made it,

those brawling times and sacrifices,

that we almost give up and quit.

life just trying our patience,

for not seeing each other for months and year,

for not celebrating our birthdays, christmas,

and even monthsaries and anniversaries.

I don't want to experience these miserables of life,

but, my heart and mind pushing me to love,

to love someone whom i shared for the longest time,

and who had taught me how to handle this situation.

I like the feeling of being in love and to be loved,

to someone who loves me more than his life,

that i know i am the very reason,

why he exists in this kaleidoscope world.

In the name of love and sacrifices,

we still up every downfall,

I know, we can control the urge,

the urge of love and longingness.

I'm always hoping, that you would be here,

to celebrate our very first year of our love,

wishing that i'm with you here in my side,

to feel and to show our true feelings together.

even you're too far away from me,

i'm always praying that it might be you,

i'm forever yours and you're forever mine,

and no else could cease and hinder our true cordial.

though, you're trying your best to save this relationship,

and still questioning my love for you,

that we knew "the ultimate secret" of ours,

just be yourself and be strong for every journey.

lot of trials, obstacles and challenges in life,

that we have been through and end it,

we are still here to hold the knot that we made,

that will hold each others arms forever..

"High School Memoirs"

I will never forget the day I graduated from my elementary school. That day was the most excellent day I’ve ever been through because is was my final year in elementary and my first graduation in my life. Furthermore, the next year I would be in high school with most of my friends. My first day as a freshman was kind of scary. That morning it was pretty hard to wake up since I haven't woken up that early in a while. I wasn't used to the high school environment. Although there are some obvious similarities between junior high and high school, the two are very different in regards to academics, sports, and activities.Everyone has heard or been told, “high school is what you make of it.” High school is in fact what you make of it, but it is also the time of great change in everybody. Entering grade nine you still feel like a kid, your post-secondary and career choices are far from top priority. However, by grade twelve we become more mature and grow into young adults. Personally looking back to my grade nine self and comparing her to my grade twelve self of today, I am able to see changes in my character, my athletics and my goals. “Right before we entered high school everyone was nervous, my intention of high school was it was still the same expect that we had to study harder and turn in home work assignment on time.” My friends always asked me, aren’t you scared or nervous to go into high school and I said “no why should we its still school, and school isn’t scary real life is.” I was always the kid that took risks and asked the teachers for questions that no one wanted to and led group projects. I was determined on being somebody in high school rather then just a regular kid and always had a great charisma to talk to people and make a lot of friends.

Freshman year. Can’t we just leave it at that? It sucked. There is no other way to explain it. Everyday seemed like it was the longest. I went through freshman year in a daze. I didn’t care what my grades were. Honestly, I didn’t care about anything. I would dress how I wanted and act outrageous. If I could meet my freshman self, I probably would of smacked me. Even though I was a slacker, I only failed Biology and Algebra. I was able to take Algebra in the summer and I got the same awesome teacher for Biology my sophomore year. Everything turned out to be alright and I wasn’t held back.

Sophomore year was a lot better. That year I got a three week winter break. As I was coming back from lunch, my friend told me to pick a fight with the girl in front of me. Well, being a sophomore, I was easily influenced. So I got in a fight with the girl. It wasn’t all that bad. When I got home, it was bad. My dad yelled some and my mom was disappointed. But when they were done, I remembered I have three weeks off in a row. Maybe it wasn’t the best idea, but I got a lot of free time.

I have had so much fun, but I am ready to move on with my life and explore the world. These weren’t my best years but I am ready for them to start. I had my ups and downs in school but all in all, I will try to remember most of it.

"Primary Level"

My grade school days are the most wonderful time I have ever had. In those days I always wanted as eagerly to learn as a dog prowls about in search of food. The teachers taught me not only the three R’s but also the way to observe the world surrounding us. They laid more stress on observation than on memorization. Thus we had much time to talk over and trade our learning experiences. What excited me most during my grade school days, however, was to be out collecting specimens of the butterfly. Once, on a sunny day and after walking a good while, we reached a one began to catch the butterflies with great excitement while the teacher told us about the living habit of them. Though we spent more time in playing than in catching butterflies, we still had a rich collection when we went home, and a rich knowledge of wildlife into the bargain. After I attended junior high school I did not have much of an opportunity to learn the way I did in grade school, but did not regret because we are bound to go through various stages of life. Anyway, my grade school education was the cornerstone of my later learning career and for that single reason, if not for any other, I am grateful to it.

Whenever I remember my grade school days, I tend to be wistful over. Though no more are those days, I will never forget now wonderful they were. I was carefree in my school days and all the year round I lived happily. I was not a hardworking pupil. Every day I directed my attention not to study but to how to out to how to cut classes and class leader as I was. I did not act like one; instead, I even encouraged others to cut classes, too. of course. I was caught out and severely punished. Often in preparing for a test we pupils would work together to devise ways of cheating in the test room. Though I was poor at cheating in any test. I never gave up but would again and again, hoping this way I would get high marks. With the passage of time I have gradually cast off those bad habits I once had always feel embarrassed each time I think of my foolish behavior in 1the past, I owe what I am to all my teachers. Conscientious instruction. Had it not been for them, I would not be a useful member of society as I am today, My grade school days not only added to my experience as a boy but give me now something lasting to remember by. How I wish the past days could come back, for in retrospect they were so wonderful.

Childhood is often regarded as a memorable and beautiful period of one’s life and I passed it happily as a grade-school student. My grade school days were really carefree ones. I got along well with my classmates and On holidays we strolled along the street visited the park and shared one another s candies The teacher of our class was a patient woman who took pains to teach us how to behave and often accompanied us to play games after class—games which were enlivened by songs prattle and laughters. My grade school days were surely the happiest time in my life. Though in retrospect what I did long ago is some-what childish it is nevertheless unforgettable.

My primary school was the smallest of its kind in the Tubao area and by some accounts had the least number of bespectacled students.I loved, and still love, it so much. I spent the better part of my childhood in this school and it provided me with the rudimentary knowledge which proved so useful in my later life. Because of its smallness the teachers could tell the name of every students were all cared for and saw themselves as brothers and sisters. It was more like a large family than a school. Though I have grown up to become a jobholder, at a nostalgic moment the scenes from my grade school days still keep coming back to me. It is true that mine was the smallest grade school in Tubao, yet it is the greatest one heart forever and ever.

My Dog

As I sleep at night I am protected by man's best friend, my canine or better know to me, as Pok, a golden retriever.Pok is so loyal to me that we snore in a synchronized pattern. What if there were no dogs in this world?   How could we survive without man's best friend?

I would not know when an intruder entered my property.This intruder could be a human, a skunk, or a javelina to name a few.   Brie informs me of any potential encounters.  She performs her doggedly duties when necessary no matter the time of day, she is on duty.Frisbee fetching is a favorite activity

of hers.If there were no dogs in this world fewer.Frisbee would be sold.

Just think about the enjoyment dogs bring to this world and how much stress relief dogs provide for their masters.Dogs in our immediate environment provide their masters with therapeutic rewards and happiness.It is no wonder that dogs are a man's best friend. As I sleep at night I am protected by man's best friend, my canine or better know to me, as Pok, a golden retriever.

Pok, our nine-year-old dog, was always an energetic, cheerful and a sociable member of our family. Pok being with us in the family for so long made me feel that she was mortal just like all of us. Over the past several months, my family and I noticed that Pok had progressively become more lazy about the house and outside. At first, we thought something was wrong. We believed that she had come down with some type of sickness. After a while, we came to our senses and realized that it was probably just old age. Then, she stopped eating. Again, our natural intuition told us wrong, as we figured that it was just a stomach worm.Then, one night, it all changed. As I was passing through the house with my friends, as on any other normal, boring, Monday night of the summer, my mom stopped us all and told us we should sit down. I almost instantly knew theore our eyes over the next 3 days back into ‘Old Pok’, as if a spell had used up its time, as if the clock struck midnight and the carriage reverted into the pumpkin.

The biggest blow that came to me was when my Pok finally passed away and went to 'dog heaven.' It was a very sad day for me, even though we had all been predicting his death due to old age. Pok

has been the best thing that ever happened to me and his presence (and absence after his death thereof) has given me a completely new perspective on life. I have now begun to see how temporary our lives are on this world and how all of us are simply passing through this life towards our ultimate destination.

what are friends to me?

For some having lots of friends makes them better people. I don't know if the same could be said for me. I have never had very many friends. In high school I only had one, two or three at the most.I don't have any guy friends and I would actually like one. Someone who I can talk to about guy things, someone I could hang out with and one that would do anything for me and who would be loyal to me. In the days of old your friend was as a brother to you. In this day and age unfortunately that is not true.

I don't think I will truly ever have one though. You could say that it's not true, but I know it is. Why, do you ask? Simple really, I have been burned to many times by guys who I thought was my friend to really trust guys that way again.

In life there are many people who inspire me or who I look up to, but there is one person who is a true inspiration. John Michael Peralta, a very close friend since we started our college life. He was a person that everyone loved.He was always smiling, had a great attitude about life, and loved to help people out. he's a jolly person he barely approached men in school. He graduated as a Cum Laude and everyone proud of him. I love him as a brother and friend. Even we're not seeing each other now, I still remember the moments we've shared when the times we're together.My Motive is to take life one day at a time, and every morning I wake up and breathe is a happy...