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1.11.11 <--- lucky day!

This was supposed to be a lucky day according to some Chinese Feng Shui experts. I really do not know about that. But the idea of a day having only a single number representing the month day and year just seemed soooo cool. Fun fact: This will by the way happen four times this year.

First, January 1, 2011 (1.1.11),

Second, January 11, 2011  (1.11.11) - this day

Third, November 1, 2011 (11.1.11)

Fourth -and last - November 11, 2011 (11.11.11) - supposedly the luckiest among these dates.

A significant event did happen to me on this "lucky" day. I signed a six-month contract @ Bicol Regional Training and Teaching Hospital. Yes, I will finally have a job - more likely. For starters, i would not receive any compensation. In other words, I signed up as a volunteer nurse. But at least, i'd now have experience, right? There were scattered rainshowers throughout the day. Blessings maybe. I wouldn't know for sure. I hope it were, though. I'll now be spending the next six months working in hospital. I know it is easy and as the training officer said on the orientation, "the next six months will not be a bed of roses." Lucky or not, I am still thanking the Lord for this day and the days that follow.So, on that note, let me share a poem from my elementary days which seemed fitting for the current intimidating yet exciting situation:

DON'T QUITAnonymous

When things go wrong, as they sometimes will,

When the road you're trudging seems all uphill, When the funds are low and the debts are high, And you want to smile, but you have to sigh, When care is pressing you down a bit Rest if you must, but don't you quit. Life is queer with its twists and its turns, As everyone of us sometimes learns, And many a failure turns about When they might have won, had they stuck it out. Don't give up though the pace seems slow, You may succeed with another blow. Often the goal is nearer than, It seems to a faint and faltering man, Often the struggler has given up When he might have captured the victor's cup; And he learned too late when the night came down, How close he was to the golden crown. Success is failure turned inside out The silver tint of the clouds of doubt And you never can tell how close you are, It may be near when it seems so far; So stick to the fight when you're hardest hit, It's when things seem worst that you must not quit!

Peace and love, =p