Forty Days: Day 31

Kimmy introduced me to Ian Choe’s music. Ian Choe is a Korean residing in Massachussetts, and is a friend of 2PM’s Nichkhun. Let’s welcome him to YouTube by watching his very first video:

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I used to think that Goldie is happy because she’s got almost everything a person could dream for: money, parents who are doctors, a big house, iPhone, credit card, etc. But I was wrong. She said that all of these, she doesn’t really want. What she really wants is to be best at something so that people won’t compare her with others anymore. Her parents always compare her with her brother who’s always a dean’s lister, and the college org which she handled before always compares her with the new president who managed to grab them an award for community service—one thing Goldie failed to do during her term.

During a lunch date at McDonald’s with Kpop Lover and Audrey last week, we talked about our dreams and the means on how to achieve them. We also talked about our sad issues and who may be the saddest person in our dorm.

I thought of all of my dormmates and realized that each of them is sad in one way or another. Veronica is sad because she’s not close with her parents and as a result, can’t open up her feelings to them. Goldie is sad because she’s always being compared with her siblings and orgmates. Unni is sad because there are a lot of things to do and too little time on her hands. Kpop Lover is sad because her mom expects her to watch over her little brother and take responsibility for their pharmacy. Audrey is sad because she still doesn’t have a US visa. Jobie is sad because she’s leaving for the States on July and will have to leave her non-US-citizen mom behind. Ruffa and Gretchen are still a mystery to me but I think they’re sad too.

While I was sweeping the floor just moments ago, I thought all those things over, and realized that even though I’m not rich like most of them, I may actually be the happiest person in the dorm.

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Kpop Lover flew to Manila tonight. Tomorrow, she and her family will be flying not to Korea but to Thailand.

Spoon and Fork

Tonight, we dined out in a Thai restaurant. The food was great (and not to mention spicy)! I wanted to take a picture of everything we ate, but I was only able to take a picture of my spoon and fork.

Spoon and Fork

At first I was hesitant to go because the prices might be too high, but because Unni was insistent and I couldn’t think of any other reason not to go, I gave in and went with them.

Upon entering the restaurant, I was like “Wow! I want my Cafe World to appear like this!” The restaurant’s interior design as well as its motif of red and gold literally made me feel that I was in Thailand! The ambiance they created was remarkably authentic. The chairs and tables’ architectural design was also amazing, but what I loved most from this restaurant, aside from the food, was their set of lovely utensils, especially the spoon and fork.

Dear Unni

December 18, 2009 (19:46)

Dear Unni,

You may not know it but I’ve learned a lot of things from you. I love my profession now more than before, and you contributed greatly to that. It’s just amazing how everything you say makes a lot of sense. You’re one of my inspirations. I will always look up to you. Thanks for all the help!

Have a wonderful Christmas and a happy New Year!

I “heart” you! ♥

Love,

The Silent Spectator

CBC

Just finished with my case presentation with our clinical instructor instructress. She was here in the nurse station the moment I arrived from the lab. What happened after my last post was that I texted Audrey about my condition and she hurried to Unni’s ward and told her. Together they rushed over here to tell me to get a CBC and urinalysis, just as “Doc” had said. Fine. That was for my own good, I knew that. Before proceeding to the lab, I had my temperature checked at the OPD. I thought it would decrease since I already took an analgesic. But on the contrary, it even rose up! From 102.4°F, it became 102.6°F! Oh my! Something’s really wrong with me. Now, with an empty bladder and a hole on my left arm, I’m approximately 10 mL short of blood.