10 things you shouldn’t do to your groupmates:

• Not to be 3 hours late in a meeting when you are living just beside your school.
• Never blame them for not reminding you that you project/paper is due, especially of you have the schedule of deadlines posted on your refrigerator.
• Never go to an amusement park when the deadline is the next day.
• Not have the initiative to approach your groupmate when you know that something is wrong.
• Be the most insensitive person in the whole wide world.
• Tell a person to calm down when you were the one asking them to hurry up.
• Not do what is asked of you to do.
• Ask them how to do the citation when you yourself have the book which is being followed.
• Not asking where or how they got the data.
• Not having the proper etiquette of a house guest.

almost graduating on june

My hope of graduating is slowly slipping from my hands. A part of me wish that I have connection to the different companies, embassies/consulate or firms, but a part of me want to find an internship on my own. I can't pull some strings since I don't know anyone who has a contact with the places in which we can apply for our practicum.


What ever will be will be. . .

Hospital Visit

Another Hospital
Another ICU
Another life at their hands

Fear surrounds me
Memories of the past return
The shock of that day remembered

All those machines
Those “white ladies”
Those doctors who visit

That person on the bed
With all the machines connected to her body
Maybe a love one or it could be you

For the loved ones of the patient
The anxiety is never ending
Until one gets better

In the past I have lost
Someone to death in a hospital
Someone who is very dear to me

Life became more complicated
Than it already is
For us who was left behind

Today, as I visit someone in the hospital
I felt depressed
Although she’s recovering

Perhaps it’s the hospital atmosphere
And memories of the past
That came rushing back

note:
I wrote this last night after I came from the hospital

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Here I am
I can’t go any further
Because I am trapped
Trapped and nowhere to go
Choking but I can’t vomit

What I feel is emptiness
Emptiness that I can’t explain
I cry but I don’t know why
And I seek the reason
But I can’t find the answer

I see people pass me by
Why do I have this feeling
That they change and I remain
They learn to grow, I don’t
When will I be my turn then?


note:
I wrote this a long time ago
I think I wrote this in one of my class
So bored....

If I could

If I could free myself from these chains
I would climb the highest mountain
Reach for the farthest star
Swim the depths of the sea
Run that marathon
To find a meaning
To find what I want to do

But these chains bind me
I have a chain but there are no links
What am I chained to?
Did I just impose these chains on myself?
Can I find a way to free me?
Am I just afraid?
I might be for I don’t know myself
What I want
What I can do