What's with my name.....

what's with my name?????, this are the words that I utter during my younger days. You too might think why your parents gave such a wonderful name. I was given a name "Peter", which means "Rock", I dont know why but as far as I know "Rock" will always be steadfast no matter what happen. If something will destroy it and turn it to pieces,the name "Rock" will always be rock.

My so-called friends...

"Friends are the one will stand by you when millions are against you". This was a phrase made by an Anonimous Author, well it struck my ego as being a friend by everybody...but wait what is Friend by the way?well it defines as comrade or ally. In my point of view,friends are the one who will protect you and love you. For me there are different types of friends, there are mosquitoes,manipulators,heroes,loyalists,and benefactors.... But wait, I know most of you reading this maybe wondered why I called them this way.

I mentioned friends like mosquitoes,(brilliant minds knows about this). Well mosquitoes,because when you are about to down they will bite you as if they will perish you. I mentioned also about "manipulators", know why?,because they will treat you as friend in a through blackmailing...they will promise you as good friend of them if you will oblige them of what they want. Here another type of Friend..."The Heroes", the word itself can define all of it, but to ellaborate more, here it is....Heroes are type of friends you can trust to, thay are alwaya at your side, but most of the time they will always save, especially when enemies are about to hurt you. They sacrifice their lives for you, even if they will be kicked out away from your campus.

Oh I nearly forgot! we have also termed some other type of friends as loyalists, well loyalist are bonded by you since the beginning of time. They will always stay with you no matter what you say to them or no matter what happens if armagedon will come, if tsunami will strike the 95% of world's population or if almosts all of the continents will just simply sink.

Benefactors....well if you have atleast one of this type,beware!....just like mosquitoes and manipulators they have in common,but what differs them is that they will befriend you as if their own, but as the time goes by you will surely realized that this people who treated you good are the ones will abruptly strike you if you don't have anything to offer(you know what I mean).

The Disdain of our New Era....

"As I look around, I was astonished by the things that man had made. It came to my mind how lucky man is. He has the ability to use and to develop things, he has also the ability to rule and to control, but what it is, if not use in right?"

We have taller buildings... but few job opportunities.
We have inventions... but a few are having a good intentions.
We bought too much and less to enjoy it.
We have bigger houses and smaller families.
We receive too much... but give less.

We always complain... but we never try to understand.
We are excited to grow up... but wish to be child again.
we lose our health just to have wealth
And lose our wealth just to have health.

We conquer the outer space...
But we never try to clean our souls.
We love,but we don't mean it.
We act... but we don't think about it.

We established Systems... but fall to bribery.
We've appreciated the discovery of atom....
But we never try to appreciate the simplest things.
We have medicines to cure us...
But we don't have the remedy fro our damaged soul.
We have solutions... but more problems.
We write ... but never gain learnings.

We multiply possessions... but never our morality.
We have technologies... but not contented.
We have great infrastructures... but tiny values.

Now is the time to act, to do what is right.Now is the time to speak.
To listen, to act for justice...
And last to give Love...

think about it, think again....


-peter louise R. batulan

Si Marie......

abangan ninyo ang buhay ni marie......(hayop ka talaga marie).....

why did I choose NURSING?

It seems everybody's favorite.... this are the words that I uttered from my mouth when I was interviewed by some of the representatives during our entrance exam. Hey! its not what you think!?!.... ok lets make this thing clear. Back in my younger years I have the passion to take care, to help and lastly to inspire. It seems the fate brought me to this course. Never did I expect to pass the NST(nursing series test), I was definitely hopeless at that time actually. Nursing seems to be the most crucial,delicate,and risky course.

Because of the passion I have, maybe God gave me this one of a kind career,its my life actually. Nursing is not about earning dollars,(I know some of you reading this blog didn't believe me). Well its your choice, I've been encountered a lot of people with different walks of life..Now, why Nursing?.

This are some of the questions that bothered by some people.Yes, nursing will lead you to a successful life,being successful means a lot of sacrifices.But its not always like that, nursing is not a joke course, its more on dedication and hard work.How lucky am I that God give me this profession, what makes me lucky?, its when I leave a simple smile and a big thanks from the people I surely help......

hate this.....

yup, i hate my day today..... it seems the world turn against me. Whew!!!!... what a day!!!

The Angels

The angels spend most of their time
on earth with their coworkers the scarecrows.

They have a lot to talk about, and of course
plenty of complaints:

most commonly, they're too light—so often
they're swept up by a passing wind.

(At least the scarecrows are posted down.)

And what are they made of?—all that
dust and straw and powdered lapis. All that

essence dries their throats. One finds
he's up all night longing for a glass of water.

A shot of Gabriel shaking his head
in the moonlight: It's not what I expected,

he says, still watching the house
across the field, where a window has filled

with the underwater light of a television.
The scarecrow shrugs on his cross—

Ain't what I expected either, he mutters
through his sewn mouth.

-poems.com