haha, yes convo no. 3!! Huh? Whaddya mean? I havent been posting much on the imboredhelp one. It got annoying posting in two different blogs

Me… in this tute right now. Soooo sleepy

awesome. 

seriously need to make this into a shirt

Alexander Mcqueen. Of course. Who else can make a piece so gorgeous?

Stunning.

PRAISE THE LAWWDD! haha

Omgosh this is awesome. The guys would go nuts

“This is our temporary home. 
It’s not where we belong. 
Windows and rooms that we’re passin’ through. 
This is just a stop, on the way to where we’re going. 
I’m not afraid because I know this is our 
Temporary Home.” 

A Reminder

This is just a little something I shared with the girls of my youth group last night. It had only occurred to me as I spoke to them about missed opportunities. But this is more or less what I said.

During my last few days of placement 2 patients I had nursed previously passed away while I was on shift. While they weren’t under my care when they passed, and even though I only got to know them for a day or two, I was still impacted. But not in the way I thought I would. Both patients were stable when I was caring for them. I honestly thought they were in the process of recovery, or at least in the process of being able to return home. Then soon after, they were gone. I would like to explain more, but there are confidentiality issues.

With the second patient, the other students and I were the ones to perform the final procedures of cleaning and bagging the body. Typing it out now just makes it seem so surreal. Cleaning and bagging. That’s it. It just seems so desensitised. 

We went into the morgue and that’s where we were shown a book. This book had a list of all the patient’s who had recently passed away. The students and I skimmed through the book, mentally noting down the wards and ages of those who passed. But the column that got me was the religion column. The majority of sections were left blank. Nothing but a dash. As a Christian, with a belief in heaven and hell and the gift of salvation, this column hit me. All these blanks… they’re not going to be resting in peace. No, their suffering is only going to be followed by more suffering. And this realisation put everything back into perspective. 

We know the consequences for those who don’t truly believe in Jesus Christ. But we (i know i have) remain nonchalant about it. I get so caught in my own life, my own insecurities and fears that I forget this urgent task God has called us all to do.

To spread his word and bring the lost home so that they too may spend eternity with Christ in paradise. 

For youth, one of the questions we were asked was what our dream job was. My dream job is to become a doctor - and ultimately, work with Doctors Without Borders. I don’t know what I want to specialise in or where I want to work. But I want to be part of Doctors Without Borders. 

There are periods where i rethink whether this is something I should do. I think about my future. A family, a job, and making a life for myself. And sometimes its hard to be realistic about how I’m going to do this. But every time I go back to the main Doctors Without Borders site, I remember why and pray that everything will work out. If this is truly something I am called for, then I believe that God will provide the means for me to do so. 

I had a small epiphany today. One of the things we discussed during youth last night was how other people may be effected if we didn’t follow our calling. I hope that this is part of my calling. I saw the photo above, his tender smile, and the genuineness of the woman who is carrying him. Seeing this motivates me to keep going with my dream. And to be part of something like this would truly be amazing. 

I want to be a doctor. That’s why I’ve been working so hard. I see the doctors during my clinical placement, and while I definitely enjoy what I do as a nurse, I watch upon the doctors and hope that will be me one day, but with the experience and compassion nursing has taught me.

But in the end, if something were to happen and I remain a nurse, nurses can join Doctor’s without borders too. 

I’d choose them over One Direction :-)

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I don’t know where to begin about why I looove this.

1. The style - lovin the colours, bowtie, blazer, shoes and chinos. Although any normal guy wearing this would be questioned. 

2. The hair - the quavers and treble clef. Awesome. 

3. The brass instruments - Always a sucker for orchestral instruments

4. The backing vocalists - They fierce. And the fact that they’re not the typical skinny females you usually see in music videos just makes it even better

5. The voice - dang, he’s got talent. When he hit that run, i was like daaaamn. Thats right, I talk like that. 

6. It just makes me really happy and want to dance

I for one still think this is one of the most epic movie moments of all time. 

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I want this dress … now. Lace sleeves. A line. Leather colour. Its like all my favourites parts of clothes put together!