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My first Tuli Medical Mission went right, ofcourse!

I owe it to the very people I always look up to whenever my RN dream starts to fall apart.

And in that day, I saw nursing for what it truly is: a life of endless compassion, quiet sacrifice, and service offered without certainty of reward. With trembling knees and an unrested body, I learned what it means to keep healing while still giving.

Beyond comfort, beyond exhaustion, beyond certainty.

My first-ever flower workshop!! 💐
This is the closest I’ve ever been to becoming a florist.

I am learning the art of healing in scrubs, yet for a moment, surrounded by petals and stems, I wondered what it would feel like to heal through beauty instead.

The creative life I could have lived... 🎨👩🏻‍🎨.

3 years of distance led to this moment: painted petals, arranged flowers, and a love taking root again after seasons apart.

All my love to you this Mother’s Day, Mama.
Thank you for your love that never runs out — for every sacrifice you made, every moment of understanding, and every act of care through each sunshine and storms.

Happy Mother’s Day to the one whose sacrifices became the soil where my dreams learned to grow. 🌱

Still home, after all this time.

But first, coffee muna. ☕

Nothing beats that first cup on a busy day in the metro then a little matcha to keep it going. 🍵

There is much wisdom in the classic saying, “mens sana in corpore sano”... a sound mind in a sound body.
| Pasted from the book Ikigai: The Japanese Secret to a Long and Happy Life.

At age 23, I'm starting to maintain the habit of reading for at least an hour every day. It may be a light read sometimes, but the true intensity lies in the consistency of doing it every single day.

The mind and the body are bound together. What nurtures one tends to shape the other.

Age audaciously.
The Summer I Turned 23!

Another year, another turn into my never-ending revolution...Still 22 in 2025.

— Can I stay this age for a while?

And just like that, 23 is there, staring back from the calendar. 🎂

Nursing Week, Night 3.

Just me, 14 selfies, and a dewy kind of glow.
PK2 on the cheeks, Sunlit on the lips.

Archived proof: no hulas. That radiant, shimmering kind of face clocked by 2 PM to 10.

Nature calmed that retinol flush. 😳
— sun, breeze, letting my skin breathe.

Only wore sunscreen, SPF-infused lip balm, a grateful heart, and wandering eyes. Thank you for the nature recharge, Deadlifter. ☺️

In uniform — effortless statement.
Nursing, redefined. 🩺