harlii.ol.day

I’ve always been the kind of student who finds lectures boring. I’ve never been one to sit still and listen to hours of theory—I'd much rather be doing something hands-on, where I can feel and experience things directly. So, when the opportunity for On-the-Job Training (OJT) at Tagudin Hospital came up, I was excited. Finally, I’d get to trade in textbooks and PowerPoints for real-life situations, which is exactly what I thought I wanted. But I never expected that this experience would change the way I see life. Stepping Into Reality: More Than Just a Training Walking into Tagudin Hospital for the first time as a trainee nurse was both thrilling and overwhelming. The reality of the hospital setting hit me instantly—the beeping monitors, the hurried footsteps of nurses, the hushed conversations of families waiting for news. This was no simulation. These were real people with real problems, and I was about to step into their world. I remember my first few shifts, watching people come...

After our all-night escapade, I barely made it home by 1 PM and crashed, waking up in a total daze at 10 PM. My body clock was wrecked, and the hangover? Brutal. I rolled over to see my phone lighting up with messages—calls from my mom, a check-in from my friend Brandie, and a text from him. The guy with a playlist for every moment. His message? “You’ve been running in my mind all day.” Instantly, my half-awake self was wide awake and kilig. I joked back, “Is that a song lyric? Good morning/night?” He didn’t miss a beat. “I have a song for you.” Before I could even catch up, he sent me a link. I hit play, and as the beat of Young Buck’s “Something About You” kicked in, I found myself smiling—heart racing at the lyrics. “There’s something about your style and the way that you move… I just wanna feel your body, your body and my body is so right…” It hit differently. I barely knew this guy, yet here I was, smiling like a total fool. And while I’d promised myself I’d stay focused on being ...

You know that feeling when you're just out with friends, enjoying the vibe at some bar, and then you unexpectedly click with someone? That happened to me. Days passed, and I’d all but forgotten about the encounter—until a random message popped up on my phone. “Hey, I looked for you on FB. Remember me?” For a split second, I was totally thrown. "Remember you? Nope!" I shot back, teasingly. He hit me back with a confused “What?” and I couldn’t help myself—I laughed and texted, “Just kidding! Wassup?” From there, the conversation just took off. We found ourselves talking about music, digging into songs that not everyone knows—hidden gems that have been soundtracking our lives. One title after another, we tossed out song suggestions, getting lost in the meaning behind each lyric. He introduced me to a song that had this hauntingly beautiful melody, one I’d never have found on my own, and in return, I shared a track that practically had my soul woven into it. The conversation ...

  Looking Back at My Senior Year: A Crazy Ride of Love, Rebellion, and Lessons Learned Senior year. That one last stretch of high school that’s supposed to be about preparing for the future, making memories, and tying up the last bits of teenagehood before stepping into the “real world.” But for me? It was a whirlwind of misguided love, rebellion, and too many nights spent trying to be someone I wasn’t. I fell hard for a guy who was never going to treat me right. I convinced myself I could keep up, that I knew what I was doing, and that everything I did was my choice. But the truth? I was just lost in a mess I barely understood. Falling for him felt like jumping off a cliff without a parachute. He was the type of guy you read about—the classic “player.” He had the charm, the appeal, and the way of making you feel like you were the only one, even when you weren’t. And I played right into it, bending over backward, doing things I’d never thought I’d do, all to make him happy. It wasn...

There I was, a 21-year-old single girl, just figuring out my way through life. I wasn’t exactly looking for anything serious—I was more about enjoying the moments, focusing on myself, and figuring out who I was. Little did I know that a seemingly regular night out with friends would end up being so memorable. It was one of those cool nights when everyone was just looking to relax and catch up over drinks. I didn’t dress up to impress—just slipped into a comfortable, black, off-shoulder knitted top, feeling casual yet a little edgy. When I arrived at the spot, the music was already pumping, and everyone was either talking or laughing, that perfect party buzz in the air. As I settled in, my friend decided to play matchmaker, introducing me to this guy across the room. He was a little different from the typical crowd. Hoodie pulled up, a casual beanie, and that effortless vibe, like he hadn’t tried too hard but somehow got it just right. At first glance, he seemed reserved, not the type t...