"Manila has six-hour jams, suffocating air and a horrifying sex trade whose workers consisted primarily of young children, many of whom have been sold to pimps by parents who took solace in knowing that at least their children would be fed."
Manila: Through The Gates of Hell, Inferno.
And pumatol ako sa isang lasing na kasama ng pasyente sa ER.
Medyo marami ang patients ko that night (Thanks to JR, na pinalangin na sana matoxic ako!) and the wave of patients continued even after I have taken my ARVs.
I only have one nurse for that shift. So I have to do some errands as well. Utos ko, gawa ko.
My current mood put in a song:
My love,
It's been a long time since I cried
And left you out of the blue.
It's hard
Leaving you that way
When I never wanted to.
To keep myself busy so that my mind would not be wandering, thinking about so many things, I forced myself to clean the doctor's table: wiped it with Sterilium (eh ang baho, di ko feel ang amoy, I used alcohol and then water instead), rearranged the display medicines based on their expiry dates, stocked up all issues of MIMS according to issue, and threw out unnecessary scratch papers na nakasiksik sa loob ng isang desk calendar.
You could tell that my day was pretty boring. I have only seen a few patients the whole day that is why I had the luxury of cleaning out the table. A productive way of killing time.
It all happened too quickly.
We started fast and ended so sudden.
Partly, I know it was my fault. We had the chance to talk, but I screwed up. I could not just lower my pride yet again this time, like I have been trying to do in the past. And yes, I am somber.
Lazy Monday afternoon made me re-read through some of my saved messages from PlanetRomeo. While most saved messages contain different sort of pictures, from wholesome face photos to sexy topless and headless gym fitted hunks, to the absurd nude guys with their hard private part, other messages contain uhm, substance. I prefer the latter.
She got the sweetest kiss on my cheeks whenever I visit her in their place in the province. The way she smudge her nose on my face, and then inhale deeply as if smelling every scent of me, the way her warm lips touches my skin... they were all one of a kind. So simple that I have taken them for granted for so long. And now that she's gone, I suddenly missed them all.
Warning:
To all the Twilight Saga haters, please do not continue reading.
I have warned you.