American Kids: Move out when they’re 18 with the full support of their parents. Filipino Kids: Move out when they’re 28, may have saved for that nice house and are a week away from getting married - unless there’s room in the basement for the newlyweds.
American Kids: When their Mom visits them she brings a nice bundt cake and you sip coffee and chat. Filipino Kids: When their Mom visits them she brings 3 days worth of food, and immediately begins to tidy up, dust & do the laundry.
American Kids: Their dads always call before they come over to visit them and its usually only on special occasions. Filipino Kids: Are not at all fazed when their dads come over, unannounced on a Saturday morning at 8:00 and starts pruning the peach & lemon trees. And if there are none, he will plant some!
American Parents: You can leave your kids with them and you always worry if everything is going to be ok plus you have to feed them after you pick them up. Filipino Parents: No problem, leave your kids there and if they get out of line your parents can set them straight - plus they get bathed, fed and get told stories of when you were young.
American Kids: Always pay retail and look in the yellow pages when they need something done. Filipino Kids: Just call their dad or uncle and ask for another dad’s or uncle’s phone number to get it done cash deal.
American Kids: Will come over to visit their parents and get only cake and coffee, no more. Filipino Kids: Will come over to visit their parents for lunch and get B-B-Q, Pancit, Lumpia, Adobo and Rice and stay for late dinner as well.
American Kids: Think that being Filipino is a great thing, Filipino Kids: Know that being Filipino is a great thing,
American Kids: Never ask the reason you have no food. Filipino Kids: Are the reason you have no food.
American Kids: Will say ‘hello” but are hesitant to hug. Filipino Kids: Will give you a big hug and a kiss, and great big hand shake and pat you on the back.
American Kids: Hardly invite over to eat or they have to share their portion. Filipino Kids: You always have your friends over to have something to eat regardless
American Kids: Call your parents Mr. and Mrs. Filipino Kids: Call your parents Uncle & Auntie.
American Kids: Have never seen you cry. Filipino Kids: Cry with you.
American Kids: Will eat at your dinner table and leave. Filipino Kids: Will spend hours there, talking, laughing and just being together.
American Kids: Borrow your stuff for a few days then give it back. Filipino Kids: Keep your stuff so long they forget it’s yours.
American Kids: Know a few things about you. Filipino Kids: Could write a book with direct quotes from you.
American Kids: Will leave their parents behind. Filipino Kids: Will hang out with their parents.
“I can’t help but remember everything. I mean, you see somebody and you think about all they’ve ever said and done. The good and the bad. It all comes back to you, and it feels so right and hurts so bad all at once.”—Unknown (via littlemiss)
“I keep thinking about the first date. Driving around looking for a parkin space. We had a lot in common, but at the same time we’re worlds apart. We walked through the park, had nice talks and all that. I wonder what it was that made you fall back. I wonder what it was but I won’t dwell on that. We never hung out that much but still, when we did hang out the whole vibe was chill. I miss your goodnight kisses for real.”
1. We’ve master every position perfectly. 2. We do it in front of mirrors. 3. We are always up for new positions. 4. We are use to doing things again and again till we can’t go on any longer. 5. We strive for the perfect performance. 6. We can perform well anywhere. 7. We continuously work on our technique. 9. We know how to use our hips for power. 10. We’re always on rhythm and in sync.
I’m really starting to believe that nursing isn’t for me. No matter what I do, I just cannot get into it. The body doesn’t interest me at all. It seems to me like I would enjoy psychology a lot more. The brain is interesting to me. I think that if nursing was really for me, I wouldn’t even have to second guess it. I wouldn’t have to try and force myself to get into it. I know people say it’s only the school part that sucks, but if it was really what I wanted to do the school part wouldn’t phase me. I would be dedicated and I’m just not. My heart is no longer in it. I don’t care about the money. I want to be able to love my job. I want to be able to love what I do and be happy doing it. I don’t want to disappoint my parents, but I can’t do this. *Sigh. I have a lot of thinking to do.
This is exactly what I feel like telling my parents every time they bring up nursing as my career.
“People keep telling me that I fall in love too easily… that I should protect my heart, that I shouldn’t wear my heart on my sleeve… I fall in love at least 20 times a day. I fall in love with the sky and the sun and the flowers and my children. I fall in love with smiles, with music on the radio and with french fries and Dr. Pepper. I fall in love with the sound of laughter, blue jeans, accents… Sometimes I fall in love with complete strangers, especially the ones holding hands & kissing in public. The ones who aren’t afraid to be in love with the idea of being in love either. I don’t mind the pain of unrequited love so much, because I think they’re wrong. Love looks good on me.”—Heethalove (reblog)