My mind would go on homepage designing modes, since seven years ago. For my creative side of the brain (yeah, I do have one), it's the season that time of the year again. And if there's none of that creative juice flowing, there's just that want to tinker with the HTMLs again. And I still feel it. That's why I suggested creating a website for an association in which Mark's el presidente. Actually, I had it all half-figured out. But this year, I can't stop and work on it. Had to let go of the semi-hobby, at least for this year. I'll be having my board exams. I'll work on it after. It's among my few ways of self-expression, and I'm not going to just throw it away.

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The security guard sitting by the door I walked thru was an old, familiar, kind face. He must have recognized me as one of the those who had spent the past years of our lives passing thru the hospital's portals every single day. We exchanged smiles. I was moving up. He stayed there. He could have been my dad. But my dad had made so much of himself. If it wasn't for his hard work and ambition, I might have been a daughter who stayed and just watched people go by and move up. My family may not be among the upper crust of society, and we definitely have our share of belt-tightening, but compared to the majority of the people in our country, we definitely have a good life. All because of my dad. My parents may not be perfect people, but they tried so hard to provide us and educate us. Because of them, we are comfortable and we have more than enough. That is truly something to be thankful for. I cannot and should not bear any grudge against them just because I think they could've done better. They are who they are and that's their best.
This piece may be a big part of the peace I've been praying for.