Stop and smell the roses

A new semester has just begun. The toughest, most grueling one of the three according to prior students because of two major subjects, Medical- Sugical and Pharmacology. I wouldn't be as worried if they only required extensive reading and memorization but there's the dreaded MATH. Like driving, Math is and has always been my Achilles heel. I have struggled with it since highschool, ignored it in college and now it's back with swift and painful retribution which I am ready to face, win or lose.

I'm now in a world of books, painstaking hours in isolation, waking up before everyone else does and hospital duties. I make it sound like a jail sentence but I love it , this is what I chose to do and am fully aware of what I'm taking myself into. If it weren't for the Math part it would have been good. Well that's life. One thing I like is I don't have trouble sleeping. My body is so sleep deprive it feels drugged so whenever 8pm hits I'm out, dead tired. I usually have trouble sleeping before but during time of stress, sleep is the fastest remedy.

My routine right now starts at 5am and usually ends around 3pm. I stay for a couple more hours studying until the libray closes at 8pm. It's actually a good routine because aside from keeping on top of my reading I don't get stuck in traffic.

Starting the day early really requires discipline but once you get a hang of it, it's very beneficial because more things are done plus I can devote at leat 30 minutes to praying and just having quiet time alone in the car at the school parking lot while finishing breakfast. So it basically forces me to live a more balanced life compared to just running around aimlessly. Sometimes I get caught up and forget about nurturing my spiritual well-being and fail to realize that amidst the adversities I am still very fortunate and blessed in a lot of ways.

So thank God for a wonderful life!

Goodbye Mate...

When Princess Diane died I witnessed fans balling their eyes out as the news spread about her fatal car accident. I considered them possessed, crazy and delusional because they don't even know her personally. How can you cry over the loss of someone you only know from tv? It's absurd, I thought.

Until last Tuesday's news about Steve Irwin.
My heart dropped, I couldn't believe my eyes and ears upon the tragic news. I don't know him yet I feel so sad and cheated because of his death. I keep holding my tears back whenever he appears on the news. Maybe because I've seen numerous shows of his brave and entertaining stunts with wild animals did I have a connection. Or maybe because I bought his dvds since my family and I love watching him. Or maybe, just by watching through the tv one could see through him. His passion about his cause, which is preserving wildlife is so contagious and inspiring that one could not help but admire him. Through his shows one could connect with his honest desire to let everyone know about wildlife. But aside from wildlife I know that he is a genuinely good and honest human being through his lifestyle. He lived his life just the way I would have wanted to live mine. He died doing what he loved to do even it means putting his on the line. He is one of the luckiest people who is so in love with their career.

So now I could not help but write something about this incredible guy whom I only know on tv. Now I know how it feels to be a crazy and delusional fan. He may not be as big as Princess Di, Mother Theresa or the Pope but his tremendous passion and extensive work of saving his beloved creatures is more than enough for me to be in the same rank as them.