Epikia: Exception to the Rule

Whether you admit or not, you have set some standards within yourself with a lot of things. Or at least call them "parameters" or "preferences" if you ain't comfortable with it. May it be with the kind of food you eat, the kind of clothes you wear, the way you get things done or most, with the kind of ideal man or woman you want to be with.

Personally, I've always believed I would settle for my picture of my ideal man: long-legged, smart, artistic and God-fearing. That I would neeeveeerrr just at the least thing have a crush on anyone that doesn't fit on any of the four. And yes, you just knew, I FOUND MYSELF WRONG.

I could not at least specifically name the deviations from those so-called "parameters" but admit it, you had been on my shoes too. Just so you know, he still fits in portions of those and yet, he also falls in the very characteristic I don't want in a man. Mouth zipped. I'd leave it there. The rest is for you to know. Hahaha!

And BTW, of how I knew about the word EPIKIA is because of the person this post's all about. Bastaaaa! :)) And even with my awe for this person, still the innate "Dalagang Pilipina" blood overwhelms me a lot whenever those simple "kilig opportunities" set in.    (Me lifting my own seat here) Waaaaaahhhhh!!! Booo! Yeah, I admit. I was like some loser-high-school-girl trying so hard na ipakitang hindi  kinikilig. Urrrrggghhh! I am being too talkative. Sssshhh. Hahaha. Anyway, if you knew me personally, you don't have to read in between the lines. You knew all along about what and who's this post all about just reading the very title.

One fine realization: YOU CANNOT EXPECT ALL THINGS TO HAPPEN THE WAY YOU WANT IT SHOULD BE. Behind anything is a purpose. You just have to accept it the way they are.

Disclaimer: HINDI AKO HOPIA! HAHAHA

Breaking the ice,

Alchang :>

His Will be Done :>

That feeling when you are likely to have a Myocardial Infarction and there's like a sign of impending doom. I can't seem to breathe easy even with just the thought of it. My mind is preoccupied with "what if's" and "how's".

I can't contain in words how anxious I am now after December 16 and 17 (The Big Days). It's really like there are butterflies in my stomach, literally. Awooooh!!! I wanna scream my heart out!!! I am partly relieved that it was over BUT the uneasiest time is this: waiting. Other courses would get their results for 5 days or most a week but for us, you would have to wait for 45 days. 45 LONG DAYS. How is it? Of course, this country is like a "mass manufacturer" of nurses. Well, this like's prolonging your agony. Naaaaaahhhh!!!

One thing for sure, it wasn't an easy exam. For all the past board exams I have read made by the outgoing Board of Nursing, I would say without biases and in my humblest assessment, it was the hardest they've made. It was harder than how I thought it was. Surely, the current BON made history as how they said it. It may be not the easiest exam ever but I knew all along God has always been guiding my rationalizations for every question, and even as I shade my answer sheet with my pencil. I just have to say, Thank You Lord for guiding me all the way. You were and will always be my refuge and strength.  

No matter what the outcome may be, I think I am ready to embrace it, may it be good or not so good. Truly, everything happens in His own reasons. I completely entrusted everything to His grace and will.

On the other hand, I cannot spend the"waiting days" in vain. Come on, it's Christmas season. I wanna jump off the cliff, bang my head on the walls, try the zipline and tie it on my neck while I head towards the other end, et cetera. Just the common things, you know. HAHAHA! I kid. Of course, I would like to spend it in a worthwhile way, feeling this season in a very special way. And sure, I will.

And BTW, can I just say sorry for like forever's absence? You know, I am just quite busy being the "praning" reviewee girl for the mean time. Seeeezzz. Undoubtedly, I missed it posting here.

God bless you there, sweetie! :*

Let me end this with a portrait of people I love and miss a lot:

The new breed of nurses, as how we tag ourselves. Haha. Find my forehead there!

Always,

Alchang :)