White

I like white roses. Some find it weird because white roses, according to them, are for funerals. But I beg to differ. I find red roses to be overly.. Romantic, I guess? Not that I am not a hopeless romantic because I totally am. There is just something about how the beauty of white roses is so simple and pure and real that it makes me feel light inside. It makes me smile. I wish I could be as beautiful as a white rose.

Thank you to Borbs who gave me a large, pretty white rose on my birthday back in September. I wasn't able to capture a photo of it when it was still in its best blooming glory, but above are photos of it before all the petals fell off. I secured a couple of petals between the pages of one of my thick science books, I just can't remember which one. Heehee.

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I Slept until 10 AM today. I didn't have to stop my phone's alarm from ringing because it wasn't able to wake me up to even the minutest level of consciousness. I was really exhausted from yesterday, I don't know why. Maybe it was because my shoes killed my feet. Or I felt bad because of the maggots and fungi that found their new home in our cadaver. Or I was just smitten tired by Dr. Reyes' greatness. Yet too bad for us med students crushing on him since he's married already. Haha.

Anyway, I had a number of dreams last night. I can't remember what they were exactly, but I do know that they were nice ones. And today, I'm feeling nice, too. Thank you for this non-working holiday, I can laze off a bit and rest. I'll be posting more photos later, study, then attend a meeting for our batch jackets.