tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-88547602796659295102024-03-05T13:23:41.560-08:00Color My World Pinkpamieispinknursehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03964484504938418728noreply@blogger.comBlogger45125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8854760279665929510.post-91524301325774171412012-05-13T03:01:00.002-07:002014-07-06T05:31:48.355-07:00Death of a Dream<i>"Everything dies. Maybe the saddest of them all is the death of a dream."</i> - Rachel Berry in Glee<br />
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The first time I heard Rachel Berry said that, I was dumbstruck as her words hit me deep down. I couldn't agree more to her lament because right now, I feel the same way as Rachel Berry.<br />
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With my dream, I have invested everything for its fulfillment. As a little girl, I put my heart and mind in school and in my studies so that I would one day, be great. I've exhausted my time and all my efforts to do good and excel in preparation for that dream and of course, after years of studying, I was able to finish nursing and be a registered nurse.<br />
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I gave my best and tried hard to get a job. But only to be told that 'there's freeze hiring' or that 'you need recommendations or connections'. I lost faith after all those job hunting. I didn't want to go out of the house because I don't want to be judged again by people from this city. The more I lost hope when things didn't go well as planned, with my NCLEX and Canada applications. Then came that awful fact that I have to go through a physical hurdle just to be able to go to UK.<br />
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And then there in England, I searched for a new dream. I wasn't really expecting to work as a nurse there. I just want to experience how it feels like to study and live in a foreign place. I was just on a journey in search probably for that great big adventure until one day, I was told that I could apply for registration as a nurse in the UK. I didn't pursue it at first because I don't want to be rejected again. I didn't had my hopes up either because I thought then that it wouldn't happen until I got the letter. Anyway, fast forward to now...<br />
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In the end, it didn't happen. My dream of being a super nurse was just shattered into pieces and washed away. That was the end of a dream. Now, with nothing to hold on to and no hope, I find myself not at the fork of the road but just in an empty space. No road in front of me, no paths to take, no doors to open and no windows even in sight.<br />
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People look at me as if I'm worthless being. I do nothing but frown and cry. When ask of my plans, I just shrug. Really, I have no motivation and determination. I could make another dream but then what?<br />
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And when would my life ever get any better? When would all these miseries end?pamieispinknursehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03964484504938418728noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8854760279665929510.post-22600166034272451592012-04-27T21:44:00.000-07:002012-04-27T21:44:27.229-07:00stuck in betweenYes, I envy people my age who have already found what they'd want to be for the rest of their lives. Now, here I am, stuck in between or probably among many choices that I have.<br />
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My dad has asked me what my plans are an all I could reply was a shy smile. I have nothing on my mind. Like a lost puppy, I can't seem to find a way out of this distress.<br />
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Work is one option. But what work? And where? I've kept applying for jobs however something is not working right. Shall I go back to nursing? I don't know where to start. I've got to do it on my own since I don't know anybody with the same field like me. I've got to do the basic seminars on my own. I have to do the BLS and other training in order to get back to the nursing track. Then where to apply? I need connections. But who?Urgghh..<br />
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I can go back to school and study. Maybe this is the time for me to take Medicine. I really want to except that I am too shy to ask because of the expenses. I wish I could provide for my own but I can't. Then, what to do?<br />
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Dad said he can provide capital for me to start my own business. It would be great but I have no idea how to run or manage one. And I don't think I have the skills to be in this path. Urgghh..<br />
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Mel says its a blessing for me to have all this choices. I can't see this as a blessing since it has brought me more trouble than ever. More things to look upon, to take into consideration and to think about. I'm tired of thinking that even until I sleep my thoughts are wild and racing.<br />
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I am so bothered with what to do in my life that even my dreams can be confusing nowadays. I dream of going back to the UK, of taking up Medicine or working here in the corporate world. Waahhh.. I wish I could scream all this confusion out.pamieispinknursehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03964484504938418728noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8854760279665929510.post-35330241692982926082012-04-10T08:48:00.001-07:002012-04-10T08:48:08.259-07:00Inspiration found in a new hobbyTruth of the matter is, I was and never am the sporty type of girl. I tried my best with several sports but I failed to be part of the varsity team. I got the knowledge and basic skills but then it wasn't enough to drive me into taking such activities seriously. But last week, there was this spark...<br />
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Me, Ian and the girls were casually hanging out by the patio. We were all staring at the busy basketball/tennis court and watching other children, teens and adults hanging out and playing in there when suddenly my brother had a bright idea of playing tennis that afternoon. Though hesitant at first, I eventually agreed.<br />
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So we were all inside and there were people everywhere, each playing in their own packs and doing their own thing. A group were playing tennis, some children were just running at all directions, another bunch were shooting hoops and the others were just watchers by the sidelines. We found an area by the side of the court and started playing. Of course our try at forehand and backhand were all misses since we couldn't hit any balls, thus we ended up picking each one of them. I didn't mind looking dumb and pathetic since I was quite sure that I wasn't any good at it. Anyway, with how I look now, I don't think people would think that am 25 because if I am with my cousins, I can get away with my age as I fit well with the crowd.<br />
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Among my misses and during one of my "pulot" ball moments, my eyes darted on the other side. I knew somebody was looking at us because I can sense it. And there he was, looking at me as well. He was the one teaching tennis to a younger girl. I thought he must have looked at my direction because the ball went towards our side so I didn't assume at first. But then, I wasn't getting really comfortable and whenever I looked on their side, I find him staring at me as well.<br />
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To describe this guy, he wasn't quite the one that I would initially have a crush with. He was average looking and had an average built. He was wearing braces and his stance sort of reminded me of one of my kuyas during college days (Kuya Albert). He may be cute whenever he smiles and shows off those sparkly metals from the braces (reminded me of my crush high school crush, Chiriko) but I was reminded that I came to the tennis court to have fun and play along with my cousins for the day.<br />
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I thought that would be the last of our encounter and I wouldn't be playing tennis again, but I was wrong. When my Dad found out that we played, he invited me and Ian to play tennis with him the next afternoon. Seeing how bad we were, he began teaching us the proper hand grip, position, direction and stance when hitting the ball. At first, it was the usual misses and balls being too high but eventually, I got better. He and the group of kids he was teaching were now looking at us and they were listening to my Dad's instructions as well. Suddenly, Tito Boyeth came and asked him (braces guy) to play with him at the other half of the court. Me and braces guy were now on the same side of the court. I didn't mind of course except that I couldn't hit the balls properly especially when it goes a bit to his side. I became conscious every time he stops beside me (and I feel a bit giddy) whenever he smiles to give the ball back to me. Occasionally, he would attempt to chat and talk to me through short praises saying "Uyy, nakakapalo na." or "Nakakabalik na ng bola." I never bothered to respond and concentrated on playing the game although sometimes, I say "thank you" whenever I get the ball from him.<br />
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While I was playing, Ian and my cousins were talking to this cute talkative and charming girl who was teasing Tiffany with the braces guy saying they were both having a crush on each other. Somehow, I envied her for being teased with him but the thought of him being so younger than me stopped me from the jealous pangs. I joined in with the teasing which eventually made me more envious (haha). I knew it was just a joke and Tiffany wasn't taking it seriously.<br />
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So eventually, we were at the tennis court almost every single day after that playing tennis, be in the mornings or afternoons. And every time we were there, he was there too, still looking at me (I presume) and flashing those silly smiles. Eventually, I learned from our Iron Lady that he was applying for his US Visa and that he was 24 years old (Not that young, and I wonder how come I don't know him from before if we were about the same age?) He was kind to her son - offering him tennis lessons and taking him to the internet cafe plus he never missed going to the church. I wasn't so interested in knowing much about him if not for Ate Daisy telling me all about this. Somehow, I was quite impressed from all the tidbits I got from Ate Daisy but apart from that, I couldn't help but wonder why she was telling me this all of a sudden.<br />
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At this moment, I couldn't help but always look at the tennis court in search for my braces guy. (What is wrong with me?) I never usually go out but this time, I sometimes find myself making some excuse just to pass by that area. i feel like being high school again, looking forward to a summer fling and starting to assume and daydream of giddy and romantic things to happen (bouquet of flowers by the doorstep?).<br />
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I am not like this when I get infatuated but what changed this time? Is tennis just an excuse?pamieispinknursehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03964484504938418728noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8854760279665929510.post-29306235810816011642012-01-23T07:15:00.000-08:002012-01-23T07:24:31.993-08:00Reminding me of London<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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When I decided that I would be staying here for the meantime and forget about my London dreams, everything that reminds me of my life there keeps on popping out of nowhere.<br />
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Last week, I dreamed about getting lost in the tube with my gal pal Sheila. I was crying as I go to every tube counter since aside from myself, I have also lost my luggage. I don't know where I was heading that time but I was bringing a luggage with me. And out of desperation, I cried until I woke up.</div>
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And after that dream, friends from that side of the world suddenly sent me messages, asking how I was. Sheila was the first one, then Miggy, then Ronil. And of course, James whom I recently got to know in a chat room. </div>
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Why is it like that? How would I be able to move on if things and people connected with London keep on reminding me of those hidden aspirations? What is it that the universe is trying to tell me?</div>pamieispinknursehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03964484504938418728noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8854760279665929510.post-44966286271946989202012-01-18T23:25:00.000-08:002012-01-18T23:25:00.518-08:00On moving on<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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What makes moving on difficult? No, I am not heartbroken because of love but of something else.</div>
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Ever experienced being almost there, about to start a life you've dreamed of, but suddenly those glittery dreams seemed to fade away the moment you were about to grab them? Cause that is what exactly happened to me.</div>
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I promised myself I wouldn't wallow in pity and depression. But I couldn't help regretting, reminiscing, thinking what could have happened had I done this or that. I know there's no use doing this but how come I couldn't stop myself from doing so? </div>
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I just want to be back on track again. Just like before when I was still filled with enthusiasm and hopeful about things getting better. Back to the days when I can say "Yes, this is my time to shine." or "Things are going well as planned."</div>
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So this must be what it feels having your heart broken. Not only did it hurt but it made me lose my self-confidence. </div>
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In the end, is the universe telling me to just close the London chapter of my life?</div>
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Well, not all things went according to plan last year, and with that I ended the year confused and depressed. I hadn't made any plans after that. I was too self-absorbed with nursing a broken heart and unfulfilled aspirations (that if I were a SIMS character, I'd probably be in red mood the entire time). </div>
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So now, as I start this year, I want to start it right. I was caught off guard by my dad's question regarding my plans for this year. I told him that I want to hit two birds however, he told me otherwise. He said I should focus with just one aim so that i can give my 100% to it. That made the task of decision making even harder because I just couldn't choose between two things - continue what I've started in London or pursue another career here in the Philippines (which is totally different from nursing).</div>
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With this first entry for the year 2012, I make this pact. The first month would end with me getting a job.</div>pamieispinknursehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03964484504938418728noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8854760279665929510.post-52122889672278343612011-11-23T00:42:00.001-08:002011-11-23T01:22:33.204-08:00Sudden shiftUnexpectedly, in just a short span of time, I see myself in the same place as I was two years ago - at home, unemployed and totally a bummer.<br />
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I told myself that this won't happen again after getting a job in Goring. But the turn of events in the past month told me otherwise. And now I'm back. In this same old room, sitting at this very same chair in front of my sturdy desktop. What has changed in the two years that surprisingly passed by unknowingly?<br />
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For one, I am not that cry baby anymore. In my stay at UK, even during troubled times, I hardly cry. I can count the occasions:<br />
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<li>During my desperation as I struggle to find for ONP placement</li>
<li>When my thumb was stuck at the door in college and it was bleeding badly</li>
<li>During my homesickness episode in college</li>
<li>In front of Miggy during my confusion stage </li>
<li>Lastly, when the bad news was delivered straight to my face - during the time that I was told the company cannot help me in my situation.</li>
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See? I am the type of person who cry easily. Even during our "break-up", I didn't shed a tear. I remained compose and try to be strong as much as I can. I tell myself if I cry nobody can help me.<br />
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Another change probably was that I'm a person who has gained a lot in the past two years. It was two years ago when my operation happened. My scar and I have a love-hate relationship all this time and it has kept me reminded of all the painful things I have gone through - the moments when I asked God, "why me? why now?", how that sojourn became a blessing for me and my family, and the times when I was surrounded with so much love from family, friends and even people whom I didn't know then (Ate Cora, my doctors, the nurses in charge, Ate Belinda, Sister Angie).<br />
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In those times, it taught me to be more responsible. I learned to value time, health, money and friends. Time wasted can never come back so I just have to grab as much opportunities as I can during my stay in the UK. I traveled around, learned about people, and struggled to find my passion and that much coveted "place" in this world - in short, finding myself. In spite all the hardships I've encountered, there are so many things that I realized:<br />
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<li>even if alone, I can do a lot of things. No one can stop me from reaching those dreams. I just have to pray and give the best that I can be. No saying "I can't.", that's why I was able to try most things my age would have missed - traveling halfway around the world on my own, going on epic adventures with friends, attending gym classes alone, and so much more. </li>
<li>that "try and try until you succeed" is true. after loads of rejections (although i know i couldn't afford to have some), somewhere out there, one company is willing to accept you as their employee. it happened to me so many times that rejection letters don't mean anything to me. discouraging as they seem to be, it won't stop me.</li>
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Yes, perhaps when I re-read this again, it sounds so absurdly encouraging that I feel I can defy all odds that I am facing right now. I know I feel troubled and confused as before but this is the only way to make me feel happy and positive with my situation now. My friends would want me back but now I don't know. I'll just go to where life will take me and hopefully, it is in the same path as I imagined or planned to be. <br />
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<br />pamieispinknursehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03964484504938418728noreply@blogger.com1Metro Manila14.434680215297281 121.0253906256.5627052152972807 110.917968625 22.30665521529728 131.13281262499999tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8854760279665929510.post-41410799685310632272011-11-02T16:04:00.000-07:002011-11-02T16:04:14.071-07:00I won't say "Goodbye England" yetFor the past week , I've been enveloped with constant anxiety and worries. And today, I promise, it ends here and now.<br />
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Last week, I had this big dilemma. My student visa is expiring and the company I'm currently working for is unsure whether to change our current visas (student) to work permits. Because of that news, it has completely distracted me in every way possible that falling asleep has been so difficult. I went to Reading and being at my old house made me so comfortable enough that crying was just easier. It was a period of sadness however before the week ended, we received news that they changed their minds and that they will be giving work permits for everybody.<br />
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Finally today, my options has been laid to me: extend my student visa or go home. I couldn't change into work permit because recent UKBA rules have changed and they require a finished course which I couldn't provide because my course is due in April 2012. So the better option really was to go home and start fresh and anew in the Philippines.<br />
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Well, up to this time, I'm just relaxed and more at ease. Deciding to go home is not the end of the world for me. Like before when I have to face a tough surgery, I consider this as a blessing. Probably, something more, much much more awaits me. But I know, this is not the end of my adventures here in England. I am definitely coming back.pamieispinknursehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03964484504938418728noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8854760279665929510.post-23822178969893885682011-10-24T13:54:00.000-07:002011-10-24T13:54:11.172-07:00in state of confusion<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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i started the month with anxiety but with positivity as well but now, there was a complete turn and i don't know what i would be feeling at the moment.<br />
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i was looking forward to the anticipated changes that would come - there was an opportunity for career progression and a chance to prolong my stay here in england. yes, the opportunity to be a RGN was still there. i had the offer with the university and a supervised practice placement yet with my visa about to run out and still no good news to keep me secure, i am still enveloped with worries.<br />
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so instead of giving me a work permit, the company suggested to renew my student visa. of course, i was wondering why they've done that instead of just giving us the COS like what they've said in the interview. had i known, then i would have come prepared for all this. so now that they only offered a visa renewal and not a change, i thought it would be fine with me since it means i am not tied up with working for the company and just accomplish all the things to acquire my pin. now the issues are these:<br />
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if situation demands for me to go home, i would gladly do so because i miss my family terribly and i just want to go back there, in their comfort, away from this lonely cruel world and escape the harshness and reality here. but doing that would be a coward thing to do isn't it? giving up would probably the easiest option but i am not like that, isn't it? i've faced one of the most dangerous and painful surgical procedures and emerged triumphantly from that battle. i could fight and get on with all this, work out my student visa renewal and with hope, faith and trust on the Lord, everything would be alright and things would start to fall into pieces again for me. yet, my gut instinct tells otherwise. so that makes the situation more complicated.</div>
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at night i would always convince myself that i will be ok. that this would be just a short phase and then i'd be fine. but with so much thinking and convincing that i've done, it has this impact on my physical state - i've been more insomniac and is starting to experience symptoms which i know i shouldn't be experiencing; but since i'm paranoid again, like i used to be during board exams and waiting for my visa two years back. oh, yeah two years ago, i was also in the same position yet at this moment in 2009, i was in state of shock knowing i had a soft tissue mass (ok, let's not go back to that again. or maybe read my entry about it <a href="http://pinknurse.livejournal.com/2010/02/14/">here</a>.)</div>
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<br /></div>pamieispinknursehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03964484504938418728noreply@blogger.com0Warnham, Horsham, West Sussex, UK51.0914369 -0.346562851.051544899999996 -0.4255268 51.1313289 -0.2675988tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8854760279665929510.post-51680182511911945372011-10-16T13:58:00.000-07:002011-10-16T13:58:13.018-07:00first 24 hours in horsham<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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it has been 24 hours since I arrived here at horsham. so far, i haven't shed a tear.<br /><div>
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cy and abdul helped me move in yesterday. they picked me up at reading and delivered me safely here in my flat at orchard lodge. like the first time i've been here, i'm in awe. i just couldn't believe that i've got the whole flat for myself (as of the time being). my flat is like a condo - it has its own reception area, a sala, kitchen and own toilet and bath plus two bedrooms. how can a small girl like me, live in a big place such as this? </div>
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today i woke up with excitement. it is my first time to go around the town center and buy things for my home. just like a grown up girl living on her own, i've got to stuck up supplies for kitchen and the toilet. get sauce pans and woks and frying pans. i feel like this is really the start of my adventures towards being a "mature and independent" adult. i have to always keep in mind money issues and to start doing proper budgeting. </div>
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like a naive little girl, i was hesitant to ask the driver if i am allowed to ride the staff bus. i created some weird scenarios in my head like what if he won't allow me to ride the bus because i am not an "official" staff yet. but i conquered my fear of talking and asked him politely. (cy told me kasi that drivers in horsham are mean kaya siguro natatakot akong kausapin siya.) so as i sit beside him, i tried to be chatty and talkative. siguro, natuwa din siya sa kin kasi naging madaldal naman ako kaya kinakausap talaga niya ako. hanggang sa dumating na din yun isa pang driver that was on his day off at kinausap na nila ako ng kinausap. they even teased me about giving tips for the driver - that all they ask is a bottle of beer or rhum. eh ako naman, naki-jive in with joke and laughed with them even though i didn't get some of the words. i think the other driver has a scottish background kaya iba ang english. aside from that, they told me that they would appreciate it if i come minutes before the designated time for the bus to leave the place rather than being there on the minute. and that if i wouldn't be going back sa orchard, it is better to text them so they wouldn't wait for me. para lang concerned parents at tama naman sila kasi extra time din yun paghihintay eh. anyway, i was really happy na naging ka-jive ko yun mga drivers. the other people would be easy-breezy then. kailangan ko lang talaga ihasa pa and i-brush up yun communication skills ko. </div>
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so, when i went to horsham town centre, madali ko na nahanap yun mga lugar na dapat kong puntahan since i've been around the town centre for about twice na. nakita ko kung nasan yun mga shops ng favorite clothes ko and most especially, sainsburys at poundland! iniwasan ko muna pumasok sa shops ng clothes as i only need to get the basics and necessities for me to last for a week. anyway, on thursday may sweldo na ako from grange (the last one!) and then i could get extra perks like a nightlight or lamp. and then add little bits of decorations to add some feminine touch around this place. oh, and lastly get a decent broadband for my flat. pero yun kailangan ko pa ipaalam sa building administrator. so after strolling around and shopping for two hours, i was so hungry. dali-dali akong naglakad from sainsburys to bishoporic to catch the shuttle going home. buti na lang, i arrived 12 minutes earllier kaya i was able to buy chicken fillet sandwich and a drink from kfc. yey!</div>
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upon arriving home, on clean up na naman ako. i did the kitchen and the sala. i gave my best scrubbing each and every corner ng kitchen counter - from the tops to inside the cupboard. i tried to remove the stains from the microwave and gas range but unfortunately, it won't come off. probably i need to get a better cleaning agent or stronger bleach for that. tapos i was on my knees as i sweep the whole kitchen area since i only have to small brush and pandakot. next time, i need to buy a proper broom! tapos pinagpapalo and fluff ko yun pillows and cushions sa sala kaya naging mukhang maayos naman siya kahit papano. if ever someone's coming to live with me, matutuwa na siguro yun kasi medyo malinis na yung flat eh. i thought sandali lang akong naglilinis but by the time i finished, it was almost half 5 in the afternoon. i started cleaning at around 2 pm. when you're busy nga naman, hindi mo na namamalayan na ang bilis pala ng takbo ng oras.</div>
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i just had a short rest tapos nagluto na ng dinner. sa susunod pala bibili ako ng potatoes and carrots. pwede na yun as basic veggies, di ba? so today, i had adobo for my first dinner! after nun, internet ulit. gusto ko sana kausapin yun mga friends ko from reading but i think they're busy too. so, i'll leave chatting with them later. eto ngayon, lappy's music is on full blast para kunwari may ibang tao naman akong naririnig and it wouldn't be dead silent dito sa flat. i'm still not in the mood to make anybody's assignment though. i'll leave it for tomorrow to give miggy's and denver's references. even nga my own assignment for health promotion eh hindi ko pa nauumpisahan (procrastinating again!).</div>
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so, i survive my first 24 hours. surely i can survive the next days, weeks and months that would be coming, right? kaya ko lahat. even though i cry because i'm alone, i know my angels and Bro is there to be with me. =)</div>pamieispinknursehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03964484504938418728noreply@blogger.com0Warnham, Horsham, West Sussex, UK51.0914369 -0.346562851.051544899999996 -0.4255268 51.1313289 -0.2675988tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8854760279665929510.post-88266544141490965952011-10-04T14:19:00.000-07:002011-10-16T14:03:05.377-07:00tick tock tick tockI am always on a run with time and it's all because I procrastinate. I put things off for later when I can do them NOW. Now why is that?<br />
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Classic example today. I woke up telling myself that I should call Orchard Lodge and ask about my accommodation at Sussex for next week. Instead of calling right away, I put it off until 11 in the morning, then 1 in the afternoon then 2 o'clock. I was too scared to make that phone call and just found myself playing this addicting game in Facebook. And so come 2:30 pm, I told myself that I've got to do it because if I keep putting off that task, then I wouldn't be able to accomplish it. So I dialed the numbers with my heart beating so fast that I feel like my chest is about to explode. I tried my best to explain things to the person at the other line and spoke in clear unhurried manner. I was passed from one person to another but at least, at the end of the whole call, I was told that I have my accommodation ready at Flat 7. Yey! I didn't ask if I have someone with me at that flat but at least the keys will be prepared and they will have the room place cleaned before I move in.<br />
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So, all those times that I have put off, it took only 5 to 7 minutes for the call to take place. Why am I scared of talking to people either over the phone or in person? I should just overcome this and try to be more relax in conversations. But I really can't. I don't know what kind of phobia I have that I always put off talking to people. Maybe because of my insecurities or is it my low self-esteem?<br />
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Well, this afternoon, instead of making my classmate's assignment, I just watched YouTube videos. I wasn't feeling making an entire assignment today. It's tiring.<br />
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But I didn't just lie down in bed and was a lazy cow the whole day. I did the laundry and that was no feat. I had to do it manually and it rained the whole morning so my clothes were all hanged outside as it poured. No chance of getting them dry until a bit of sunshine peeked by midday then at the afternoon, I had to bring them all inside as hints of dark cloud hovers around.<br />
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That's it. I have 3 unfinished assignments with me. All halfway through but I can't just find the energy to finish and do them all. What do I tell to these people? Oh bother.pamieispinknursehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03964484504938418728noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8854760279665929510.post-42465674726213799932011-09-29T15:10:00.000-07:002011-09-29T15:10:29.316-07:00when you're 25...this blog post is in reaction to eykei's mom's comment about her turning 25.<br />
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it was eykei's birthday two nights ago and while prepping her (doing her curls), she and her mom had a conversation on skype. and of course, i can listen to the dialogue between the mother and her daughter and i couldn't have been more shocked from what i heard.<br />
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<i>eykei's mom: oh, bakit ka nagpapaganda? sino pinapagandahan mo?</i><br />
<i>eykei: mama naman. kailangan ba may pagandahan para magkulot?</i><br />
<i>eykei's mom: may nanliligaw ba sa yo dyan?</i><br />
<i>eykei: mama oh.</i><br />
<i>eykei's mom: may date ka ba?</i><br />
<i>eykei: ...</i><br />
<i>eykei's mom: eh kailan ka magkakaanak?</i><br />
<i>eykei: mama!</i><br />
<i>me: 0_0 </i><br />
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from the conversation, i've thought: may pressure ba? when you're 25, need na ba na may anak ka na by then?<br />
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The past few days I know I have been stressed by my so-called anxieties and worries over the coming transition that would happen in a few weeks. Although my anxieties are all absurd and absolutely necessary, I still obsess myself with worst-case scenarios.<br />
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To relieve my temporary insanity, I have talked to my ex-boyfie about it and like the supportive boyfie he was back then, he would always tell me that I shouldn't worry over such things because of gazillion reasons. He would comfort me and say all those nice words but like before, it has only temporary uplifting effect and when the conversation is finish, I'm back to the same old me.</div>
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And within those days I kept on using the "God wants you to know..." application in Facebook and lately all the messages that I have received all relates to the mood that I have right now. I was constantly told to relax and put my trust in God, have faith and hope for the best. Maybe those messages are signs meant to tell me that I have to stop this foolishness. I'm making my own problems and habitually drowning myself in unnecessary misery. I've got to stop this, I know.</div>
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On the 15th of September, I woke up very early despite sleeping late the night before as I wait for 12 midnight. First thing that I did was check Facebook and see the numerous wall post greetings for my birthday. It was a bright, clear and sunny day with no hints of rain. So, I felt really good and happy.</div>
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<i>This was my breakfast. Ate Jane prepared this for me: brown bread with cream cheese and grated mozarella on top. I love my housemates. They pamper me so much because I'm the youngest in the household. Yey!</i></div>
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And of course before I proceed to cooking and preparing for the small banquet that night, I had to pass by the church and thank God for the wonderful year. I'll be posting in another blog posts all the good things and the lessons I've learned while 24, as well as my wishes for the coming year. Eykei and I met at the church and we both had a photo session right after then went on to Morrison's for my birthday cake.</div>
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<i>The birthday girl and her cake courtesy of gym bud Eykei!</i></div>
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And then panic girl starts kicking in. I was all over the place and not knowing what to do first - help in the cooking, wrap the spring rolls with Eykei, video call with mom and dad, reply to facebook wall posts. It was a complete disaster not knowing which to do and to top it all, forgetting to buy drinks for the party. So, my ates and Eykei reminded me to keep calm and just relax , savor the day and just enjoy. Still, despite their supportive kind words, I was still in mayhem - dagdagan pa ng tuksuhin ako ni Eykei kay Ronil because of his FB wall post and text (which I would tell more in detail in another blogpost)</div>
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So below are the photos during the party. Though haggard looking and not all of my visitors turned up, it was still fun and enjoyable when spent with close friends. My family was not there to shower me with all the love but my housemates made me feel that I am special, loved and that we are one big family here.=) </div>
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<i>Haggard looking birthday girl - no time or retouch or even curl my hair. </i><i>Huh!</i></div>
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<i>Happy Birthday Cake! Pinuno ni Eykei ng candles yun black forest gateau ko. Natunaw din lahat ng candles na yan after they were lighted.</i></div>
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<i>Sheila and Ted were my first visitors, with gay bff Miggy!</i></div>
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<i>This time with Eykei naman. Sila pa lang kasi yun bisita ko!</i></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">At nang lumalim pa yun gabi, biglang tinopak yun mga bisita ko at ako ang napagtripingan. Dahil kakatapos lang ng Miss Universe, naisip nilang itulad ako kayh Ms Angola - na sobrang layo naman ng hitsura ko! Pakana lahat ito ni Miggy dahil wala siyang magawa nang naglliligpit na kami.</span></i></td></tr>
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Overall, the day was tiring but fun. Masaya kahit na ako yun napaupo sa hot seat at ako ang pinagtatanong nila ng kung ano-anong questions tungkol sa status ng lovelife ko. Ngayon daw 25 na ako, dapat ma-realize ko na, na unti-unti ng tumatakbo ang oras at tumatanda na ako. Kaya pati yun kawawa kong kaibigan na nanahimik sa London eh nadamay sa kakulitan ng mga kaibigan ko sa Reading - na pati mga wall posts ay binigyan ng kulay at sinimulan kaming tuksuhin nang dahil sa mga pictures namin together. Tama ba yun? Pati tuloy ako nawindang ng sandali at napag-isipan ang mga bagay-bagay na di dapat pag-isipan. </div>
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Sa pagtatapos ng kaarawan ko, isa lang naman ang hinihiling ko hanggang sa pagtapos ng taon na ito - yun ay magkaroon ng kaayusan ang katayuan ko dito. Masaya pa ako dito sa UK at hindi pa ko ready na umuwi ng Pilipinas. Marami pa akong gustong matutunan, puntahan at taong mapaglilingkuran. Sana mabigyan pa ako ng pagkakataon ni Lord na magawa yun mga bagay na iyon. Lagi ko pa rin isinasaisip ang mga katagang - lucky, happy and blessed. </div>
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As I'm always known, ako na yata ang taong lapitin ng minor accidents - untog, tapilok, dapa, dulas, hulog at kung ano-ano pa. And today, umandar na naman yun pagiging clumsy ko. Wait, ano nga ba ang tagalog ng clumsy?</div>
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I went to Tesco today to buy some sweets. I can't choose whether I would get a cake, chocolate or ice cream but when I saw this yummy cupcakes by the bottom of the shelf, I never made any second thoughts. I instantly grabbed it even though my hands were full from Miggy's M&M's, my wallet and my cod. So as I was about to stand up, my cupcake and chocolate cake fell on the floor. I knew I have to pick it up but a trolley was in front of me. Then I had to push the trolley a little bit so I could get my cakes which I did however (here comes the exciting part) as I was about to get stand up from picking, I hit my head on the trolley. Akala ko malayo na yun trolley pero malapit pa pala. And because I stood right away, siyempre malakas yun impact ng pagkauntog ko sa trolley. Hindi pa natatapos yun sa untog dahil after ko mauntog sa trolley, napaupo ako sa floor ng dahil sa impact at nahulog ulit yun mga bitbit ko. Talking about disaster right? Buti na lang walang gaanong tao sa Tesco at that time and it was a busy a hour so I assumed that nobody saw my little accident/blooper/clumsiness. Naikwento ko nga kay Miggy yun clumsiness ko and of course, he laughed at how clumsy I can be. </div>
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<li>and it would be Christmas time soon as we enter the -ber months. On the day that I celebrate my birthday, the 100 days countdown for Christmas begins. And when you start counting down and looking forward to that day, that is when time pass by so quickly.</li>
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Anyway, this would be the second time I would be celebrating my birthday here in UK. I don't know where and how will I celebrate that day but one thing is for sure, I will be in the company of my housemates. I was thinking of going away and being on a trip but somehow, I don't feel like it. <i>Dapat na kasi akong magtipid para sa ONP</i>. So, I'm staying here in Reading and I'll just go to Derby and celebrate my birthday there again along with Tita Beth's. Last year, I was with Ate Tess and this year, I'll be with Tita Beth. </div>
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Looking forward to the gifts I'll be receiving! Haha.. =)</div>
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The whirlwind events of the past week made my August unexpectedly unbearable yet at the same time, put me into an adrenalin rush, full of giddy sensations. As the week started, I was in my fight or flee mode - making me overly paranoid and insensible at times. Miggy would say that I have too much anxiety with the coming tests that I am becoming more of a psychotic hypochondriac worrying over the smallest symptoms. So to keep me calm, I have to get myself something to take (as a form of placebo) - Nytol, my friendly pill that keeps me mostly asleep during the night.<br />
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As the day of the big IELTS test approaches, I tried to practice ways to lessen the anxiety. As much as possible, I tried not to open any book and distract myself through other things. Still, the test is on my mind. I prayed and read Dad's travelers' prayer book over and over until I would calm down. I sang songs - which I used to do back in the days of the local board exams.Well, it work but my mind would still go back to the thought that I am about to take the IELTS in a few days, then hours.<br />
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Friday morning, my mood instantly changed. As I woke up and forget about the coming speaking exam that afternoon, I received an unexpected message from Ronil asking if he could come down to Reading and visit me since Reading festival was on this weekend. I didn't hesitate on saying yes but I told him I'm not going to be in Reading for the day since I have a speaking test at Oxford that afternoon. Even though it was not part of his original plan, he gladly went with me - all the way to Oxford up until the waiting room for my exams. So that day, instead of being covered with anxiety, I was suprisingly feeling giddy all the day. (The last time I've felt like that was when I was with Mel in one of our last dates back home) I was calm and found comfort while talking to him. I went into the examination room quite in my normal state - with my tummy just churning from the anxiety.<br />
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So from Oxford, we went back to Reading and he had dinner here at my flat. As we ate, my housemates were there and dropping small hints and teasing towards us. I looked at Miggy and Ate Jane with my eyes asking them to stop kasi nakakahiya. Tukso pa sila ng tukso nang malasing yun isa at sobrang namula from the spirit concoction that Miggy made from scratch. Nahiya talaga ako kay Ronil and kept on saying sorry kasi na-delay siya sa pag-uwi dahil sa pinainom sa kanya ni Miggy. Nang napansin naman ng mga housemates ko na namula na siya, para din silang na-guilty and was suggesting stuffs: offered him water, then coffee. Pero ganun pa rin. We went out to Tesco to buy a gum and had a short walk around the block para pagpawisan siya pero ganun pa rin. Until suddently, si Ate Jane, naalala niya na as a way of mahimasmasan, she told me to wipe Rons on the face with warm water. Ito naman si Miggy, dumagdag pa at nag-agree and wanted me to do the wiping. Nahiya talaga ako kasi sobra na yun panunukso nila. Eh yun tao, wala naman kaalam-alam or dinisregard lang siguro nya yun mga side comments ng dalawa kong housemates. Kaya the last intervention worked... and in a matter of few minutes, he was back to his original color. And then, I suggested we take the bus na lang to the station so that he can get an early train pero he insisted on walking.<br />
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So the giddyness + adrenalin rush ng test kept me all up until Saturday's night shift. Pero ng dawn today, antok na antok talaga ako. Hindi ko napigilang maidlip sa trabaho kasi humupa na ata yun adrenalin at wala na kong energy. Still in connection kay Ronil, siya yun una kong itinext na tapos na rin yun exams ko. Haha.. Pero si Miggy ang una kong naging ka-chika.<br />
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Anyway, I'm just so glad its over. I can now focus on other things - my classmates' assignments, making a resignation letter and finishing my medication coursework. Hayy, too many things to do in so little time. Kaya ko ito. This would keep me distracted from waiting for the results.<br />
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* i can't think of an appropriate title eh. so i just used the one above. Ate Jane's favorite expression. =)pamieispinknursehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03964484504938418728noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8854760279665929510.post-38396770387999488912011-08-22T04:21:00.000-07:002011-08-22T04:21:20.024-07:00why can't i sleep easily?i have no problem falling asleep or keeping asleep, until now.<br />
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just happened thursday night and i've found myself shifting positions and wide awake the entire night. as in all night. by the time i was supposed to wake up i couldn't move and whole world was moving.. no more like turning around me. even with that condition i went on but eventually had to get back and sleep at home. i was off sick friday and my agony persisted until friday night. so ended being off sick again for saturday's shift.<br />
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i couldn''t understand what's wrong with me. i know even if i'm stressed, i still manage to sleep well. is this a manifestation of my anxiety towards my upcoming ielts test? oh, if it is i pray its saturday already so that i can get back my much needed luxury - sleep.pamieispinknursehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03964484504938418728noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8854760279665929510.post-29908852354229272722011-08-20T08:35:00.000-07:002011-08-20T08:35:56.414-07:00Prayer of the NationEvery Monday morning, back during high school days, the whole campus population would recite this prayer just before the flag ceremony starts. As a first year student back then, monday mornings are always an ordeal because it would mean standing longer under the heat of the sun. This prayer would last for about five minutes and then the actual ceremony comes after. I remember having to memorize and say this prayer in front of the class. And it didn't end there because it was part of our periodical exams - fill in the blank style! So here goes the prayer. (I can still recall some bits, but hey, it is publish over the net so I copied away.)<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><i>Prayer of the Nation</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>(copied from </i><a href="http://members.virtualtourist.com/m/tt/3a47/">http://members.virtualtourist.com/m/tt/3a47/</a>)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Father of all mankind</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>we ask you to look down upon our people</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>and fill our hearts with your spirit</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>so that we may have the grace and wisdom</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>to look into ourselves, and in so doing see our weaknesses and strengths</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br />
</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>So many of us have lived in corruption, greed and violence</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>forgetting that this nation - or any other nation</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>cannot survive and grow and prosper</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>unless we learn to live as brothers</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>striving not for selfish ends, but for the common good</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br />
</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Give us the strength to rebuild our lives</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>leaving forever our selfish, corrupt and derelict ways</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br />
</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Make us see what we are and what we could be</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>open our eyes, our minds and our hearts </i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>to the things that need to be done </i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>and to the things that we can do </i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>to make this rich and beautiful land</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>a joy and comfort to all our people</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br />
</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>We have set for ourselves great and never-ending tasks</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>stand by us in our labors and teach us not to weary not to lose faith</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>neither to seek reward beyond what is just</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>but rather to see in our work the full measure of our own reward</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>and to see in it the full expression of ourselves</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br />
</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>When the day's toil is ended</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>teach us to look to the morrow's labor as part of our continuing sacrifice</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>bring us not to the temptation of luxury, ease or privilege</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>nor to the brandishments of power or comfort that corrupt</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>but make us a sturdy race, self-reliant, cheerful and upright</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br />
</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Teach those who lead to act with firmness but with humility</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>with humility but with wisdom</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>with wisdom but with justice</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>and with justice but with compassion</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>and teach those who follow the true duties of being men</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>and being members of community of men</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br />
</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Cleanse us of our anger, our bitterness and our recriminations of the past</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>spare us the doubts and anxieties of the present</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>and purify us for our sacrifice so that we may raise a people</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>who will be their own strength today </i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>and their own warranty against the future.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br />
</i></div><div style="text-align: left;">So that's it. The prayer that I have to know by heart during those years in high school. Ohh.. reminiscing high school again!</div>pamieispinknursehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03964484504938418728noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8854760279665929510.post-19411781598396019682011-08-12T12:56:00.000-07:002011-08-12T12:56:01.076-07:00Friday... and I'm in love? Nah.. Confused lang!Napapagod na ako mag-English sa blog kaya Tagalog naman ngayon. Baka haluan ko pa ng Bisaya. :)<br />
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So buong araw ng Friday naispend ko sa kama. Buong gabi ka ba naman gising at night duty, di siyempre pag-uwi ng bahay tulog kaagad. Akala ko mahihintay ko pa na mag-load yun computer ko, eh dahil sa sobrang tagal, nakatulog na pala ako. Pag-gising ko ng hapon tsaka ko na lang ulit ni-load. Anyway, hindi naman yan ang gusto ko sabihin sa entry na ito...<br />
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Kahapon nakausap ko yun ex ko. Usap talaga - voice call from YM chat. Medyo matagal din kaming hindi nakapag-usap. Di ko na kasi matiis na di siya kausapin. Pero kahit gaano na katagal kaming hindi nag-uusap, walang awkward moments habang nag-uusap kami. Kung paano kami mag-asaran, magbiruan. "Hon" pa rin tawag nya sa kin. Parang walang nangyari. After isang oras na magkausap kami, ang saya-saya ko. Hindi ko maintindihan pero nang dahil dun, parang naging panatag ako at masaya akong nag-duty ng night shift kagabi.<br />
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Ano ba ibig sabihin nun? Mali ba yun desisyon ko na makipaghiwalay sa kanya? Ngayon na nakapag-usap kami parang lahat ng plano ko nag-iba. Gusto ko na kasama siya sa mga planong gagawin ko - na sana magkasama kami mamasyal dito sa UK. Pupunta kami ng Europe. Magkasama kami sa bahay - nagluluto, naglilinis, namimili. Para na ngang mag-aasawa kung tutuusin. Ang sayang isipin kaya lang...<br />
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Ready na ba ako na makipagbalikan sa kanya? Ok lang ba na i-give up ko yun mga bagay at activities na ginagawa ko ngayon in preparation for my future life with him?<br />
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Ito ba ang epekto ng sinasabing three month rule? Sabi kasi madali mo na makakalimutan yun ex mo pag umabot na ng three months yun separation nyo at mas maluwag na sa iyo makipagdate sa ibang tao. Eh bakit iba ata effect sa kin? Mas lalo ko siya naiisip. Mas lalo ko siya namimiss. At mas lalo ko rin naappreciate yun presence nya - na kahit "friends" lang kami, feeling ko na special pa rin ako sa kanya. Na ako pa rin. At ako lang ang mahal nya (parang line lang ng pelikula... ). Ganun din naman siya sa kin eh. Siguro sinubukan kong buksan yun isipan ko to others pero yun puso ko siya lang eh. Hindi man siya yun nauna dun, pero siya yun nanatili (almost eight years and counting ba naman).<br />
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Problema, di ko alam pano sabihin sa kanya lahat ng nailagay ko dito sa blog entry na ito. Ma-pride pa kasi akong tao. Haha! Paano ko kaya gagawin yun? Hindi na pwede yun pakipot effect. Siyempre dapat yun pina-next level na di ba? Sana makauwi ako this year ng Pinas. At nang masabi at maipakita ko sa kanya lahat-lahat - kung gaano ko siya kamahal.<br />
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Mga wishful thinking nga naman oh! Ito talaga nagagawa ng lovesick + homesick.pamieispinknursehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03964484504938418728noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8854760279665929510.post-91251372714550633092011-08-09T14:38:00.000-07:002011-08-09T14:38:08.686-07:00Memories of High School<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/5/59/SciHiSeal.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/5/59/SciHiSeal.png" width="320" /></a></div>Memories of high school flooded my Facebook wall today after my friends started reminiscing significant high school events, things, quotes, and random stuffs about Sci-Hi. With all these things, I felt like I was brought back to the good old carefree days.<br />
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When I was in Sci-Hi, I was just a random student like any other wallpaper people I know. I studied as hard as the geeks and naning people in our school yet I haven't received any recognition (my efforts were not enough or there were just too many great minds in our school). I did extra curricular activities as well like being in the school paper (as a news writer and lay out artist), joining the dance troupe (because I liked dancing) and being part of the girl scouts but that never made me any popular as the Pop kids in our batch who were famous because they were rich or pretty/handsome (ala crush ng bayan type) or athletic had a "scandal". I think I was just known in our batch for having a nice handwriting, being the source of photocopied notes for periodical exams and the class secretary.<br />
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With Sci-Hi I learned a LOT of things - not only in academic things but also in some skills necessary to survive (*coughs* cramming). I've learned to cram as early as first year until I've mastered it upon reaching senior year. Thus cramming became easy in college and even up to now. I can't say it is good because it is not and just causes headaches however because of this skill, I was able to manage my time very wisely. Aside from cramming, I learned about determination in school. That when you want to achieve something, you have to work really hard for it. I was nearly at the last rank in our section and it saddened me because I know I could do better. That time, I had problems with Math and was really annoyed with it hence I couldn't understand anything so I had to spend extra time studying it and giving more than 100% effort. At the last grading system in our second year, my rank jumped from #34 to #19. Imagine the big leap! And because of people admire me for my determination. Most importantly, apart from those mentioned, Sci-Hi changed me ultimately from my vision in life to my attitude towards work and how I relate to people.<br />
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The four years of high school was surely fun. If I were to go back I wouldn't change a thing. I'd still want the geese to chase me around even if I don't like them, drink loads of PLOP which I think made me gain weight, stay late at night to cram for exams or project making, fight and make friends with some people in our batch, encounter those so-called terror teachers who made me cry and ( I just have to include this) fall in love again with A1. I wouldn't take away the last part because that made my high school life even more colorful I'd go through the kilig moments and the pain and the jealousy all over again if needed. Besides, it is in high school where I met Mel and how it all started (which is a different post).<br />
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I just love my high school. I wonder when would I ever go back to my ever deal Alma Mater.<br />
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pamieispinknursehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03964484504938418728noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8854760279665929510.post-49153510224742255632011-08-03T14:48:00.000-07:002011-08-03T14:48:56.452-07:00random thoughts before going to sleepI'm lazy today but my mind is firing up with random thoughts -- all of it seems to have something to do with the <u>guys</u> around me.<br />
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<b>Miggy </b><br />
- is my gay housemate. Although I tell him that he is still a bit confused with his gender, he insists that he is perfectly gay, so I let him be. Anyway, yesterday we went to Brighton to enjoy a bit of the warm weather that UK is perfectly having. At the beach, I was about to go and have a dip in the sea when my this gay friend suddenly shrieked at the top of his voice demanding me to put my shorts or some cover on. I was wearing my swimsuit (for the first time in public) and like an obedient lass, I quickly sat down on the pebbled floor and worked my way (sitting) back to where our bags and clothes wear. I asked him what made him do that and just told me <i>because I am not used to seeing you wearing one</i>. So in my head, what's his problem? If he had told me that the swim wear doesn't suit me, I wouldn't wonder with his comment. Thus, I sought for my friend's advice regarding the comment and told me that me and Miggy might become a couple. <i>Baka ako pa daw ang makapagpastraight sa kanya. </i>OMG! For me, Miggy has no chance at all of turning back to being straight.<br />
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</div><div><b>Mark</b></div><div>- I've only known Mark when we met here in UK. Yes, we were batch mates during college but we never got to be classmates, so I haven't really had any encounter of him those times. But here in UK when we started bonding (with my F4 guys), that's when we talk and catch up with each other. Probably because there's only a few of us here. So, just today Mark suddenly popped out of FB chat (which he doesn't used to do before) and asked me of how I am and when would we meet again. Well, its the typical catching up but if I misinterpret the words and some gestures (aka put malice in in), I would think that the guy likes me (I sound so assuming with that last sentence). He wants to go biking around the park - now who wouldn't get <i>kilig </i>at the thought of that di ba?<br />
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<b>Ronil</b><br />
- He is one of my classmates and duty mates back in college. I was not close to him during those times but there was this one rotation where we ended up being buddies and we go to different areas around the hospital together. And in those times was when I got close to Ronil and we ended talking and chatting away while doing our work. So fast forward to present, my gym bud would always tease me with him because according to her I would get giddy and my eyes sparkle when we talk about the guy. In my defense, Rons (as I fondly call him) is a friend. But like in Mark's case, if you would assume and put another meaning with the gestures then surely one would fall for it.<br />
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<ul><li>Case 1: back in college, I remember I assumed on some mixed signals given by our mates. as stated in my very old blog (<a href="http://angelruri.blogspot.com/">My Pink Millieu</a>)</li>
<li>Case 2: Rons was super nice to me.He keep on making those small gestures of stopping me before I cross or taking me away from the danger side of the streets.</li>
<li>Case 3 : he wants to have a meal with me (lunch, i think) in some quaint yet posh-y restaurant somewhere in Wimbledon</li>
<li>Case 4: he wants us to apply for a Schengen visa together</li>
<li>Case 5: he wants me to go to London on September and meet him with his aunt (his aunt happens to be my mom's former officemate)</li>
<li>Case 6: he just left this offline message na "<i>ok. see you later <b>love</b></i>"</li>
</ul><div>I've listed six cases in point. OMO. with the last case, he must have got the way English people use to call each other - its either hun or love. So, I must not assume at all right?</div><div><br />
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</div><div><b>Mel</b></div><div>- my ex. We're talking now and he clearly wants me back. I miss the guy and I badly wish we could be talking and resolve whatever this conflict that we have now but I can't just go back to him, yet. I am enjoying my life as a single girl. (When you're surrounded with boys, who wouldn't be?) Do I still love him? There are times when I think I do and times when I see him as a friend only. Confused? Yes. I haven't settled my feelings. Gosh...</div><div><br />
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</div><div>So that's it. Some of the guys in my life. I must not misinterpret talaga and stop myself from daydreaming and sending me mixed signals and false hopes. If love among one if them is meant to happen, then it would come at the right time. It will just happen. I'll wait and see but for now there are only three guys who mean so much to me - Daddy, Errol and Ian.</div><div><br />
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</div><div>And someone more special - the One up above, Jesus. :)</div></div>pamieispinknursehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03964484504938418728noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8854760279665929510.post-49394490080078005102011-07-25T13:52:00.000-07:002011-07-25T13:52:55.526-07:00missing home<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjafXk212vj_6lhuaOPWRjg6PT7OTUKrlxRHCFfIzBHA6oyU24AyFqmhaM8NQtcpkZEZk-dTmqlmzL9ZP0mHjgaDTyDN_PT4QCSDtFz5mQe6JtT-cOjfmqnmTv7V6dp6ByQC_8MJCybwrlv/s1600/278927_10150238368453316_595638315_7454342_7760378_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjafXk212vj_6lhuaOPWRjg6PT7OTUKrlxRHCFfIzBHA6oyU24AyFqmhaM8NQtcpkZEZk-dTmqlmzL9ZP0mHjgaDTyDN_PT4QCSDtFz5mQe6JtT-cOjfmqnmTv7V6dp6ByQC_8MJCybwrlv/s320/278927_10150238368453316_595638315_7454342_7760378_o.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">our family picture taken in 2008, hongkong disneyland</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">seeing pictures of my family and their whereabouts make me regret being here. i wish i was there with them as well while they go on their whereabouts and random food trips. and it makes it more sad seeing the four of them in one photo and the only person missing is me.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">i guess, this is the price to pay of having to reach your dreams, fulfill the ambitions and achieve the goals. that is why it is better that you are always engulfed with work so you would never bother with homesickness. by the end of the day, there would be no time to feel lonely, just drained and tired from work. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0LVufbOpxIB27NI8BXHZsIaR9CbBPm-jyw2IyB3I8fEbSC2VGsIqzoQqGfz4_8cBV3ioilrdMsauvEFK78mgZ02hHeWL7RlAs3ne5xxzOvldXFOorMEFJKFF9iiKsi4pTWGWqZDr0RetN/s1600/northern+lights.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0LVufbOpxIB27NI8BXHZsIaR9CbBPm-jyw2IyB3I8fEbSC2VGsIqzoQqGfz4_8cBV3ioilrdMsauvEFK78mgZ02hHeWL7RlAs3ne5xxzOvldXFOorMEFJKFF9iiKsi4pTWGWqZDr0RetN/s1600/northern+lights.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i>Aurora borealis. Impeccably and astonishingly amazing. I'd love to see this!</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><br />
</i></div>Suddenly, I had this conversation with a guy friend about seeing the northern lights. I don't know how we lead to that conversation but somehow I got giddy and excited planning a trip to the north just to see the aurora borealis. And then just now, I remembered that tweet and we just started planning on going together. Could he be the one who will hold my hand while I enjoy the sights of my multicolored and lighted sky?<br />
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Then another friend commented on a link I posted about the Northern Lights tour. He suggested we go this December. Or could it be this guy?<br />
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Well, whoever he is, I'd wait for that day to come because I know it would be perfect.pamieispinknursehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03964484504938418728noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8854760279665929510.post-68457877305489385522011-07-15T15:27:00.000-07:002011-07-15T15:27:03.762-07:00Fun. Crazy. Weekmy one week of annual leave is about to end. looking back at how i spent the entire week, i couldn't believe how fast time flies.<br />
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monday. my first day of annual leave started with me going to church. i wasn't able to go the day before as i was tempted to go on a movie marathon (persuasion, pride and prejudice, back to the future and knocked up) with housemate miggy. so, woke up very late and in an instant told myself that i have to settle my ielts test once and for all. eykei went with me to church as well.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">tuesday. day 2 of annual leave. as planned, me and eykei went to oxford for my ielts exam registration. as nervous as i was the first time i registered for it, i found myself mumbling and worrying all over again. what if i don't meet the needed grade this time? what if it happens again? me having my panic attacks in oxford, miles away from reading and unlike before, no one is there to pick me up? anyway, eykei snapped me out of my delusions and just told me to relax and be positive as she was sure that i'd ace the exam again. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">so what am i to do then? with my buddy around and a new found place to explore, i just enjoyed oxford the way it should be. walking around this old town. feeling the scholastic atmosphere and smelling the air of intelligence around. we met SFs look-alikes and even harry potter on the train. the day ended with a cone of ice cream for each of us and zumba class to shake all the food from pigging out at oxford. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCn4LunqCGun6AZGKx1OZLvAtkjesR7yuRUs1fWO8OE0RRQrO_yy7DEWRIwARc-mAglN9KwOk3Eh81FL_PzkFtRo1CZWAbLj_KJXij2MJyyfbsM8Fcd8kBYmLzsJAhDZCAGB12_b-a2vnj/s1600/Photo1027.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCn4LunqCGun6AZGKx1OZLvAtkjesR7yuRUs1fWO8OE0RRQrO_yy7DEWRIwARc-mAglN9KwOk3Eh81FL_PzkFtRo1CZWAbLj_KJXij2MJyyfbsM8Fcd8kBYmLzsJAhDZCAGB12_b-a2vnj/s320/Photo1027.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">my ah jeong inspired look! oha! i've worn heels that day - walking in heels around oxford after a LONG time of not wearing it left my feet tired and calloused.</div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLP265Ghy17gGoFSNzVXW1VnhukQDluOZffeW9m24aLc9-ywOPcVu4GCq6cvHHN4oRdIrZeSxNcBtwmFIOSe7XcJxAxOnhgd0I91K_kKlFuFJgVFaBoV-2QqZVXLM5iAX-J6qYelz9Ao4D/s1600/Photo1089.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLP265Ghy17gGoFSNzVXW1VnhukQDluOZffeW9m24aLc9-ywOPcVu4GCq6cvHHN4oRdIrZeSxNcBtwmFIOSe7XcJxAxOnhgd0I91K_kKlFuFJgVFaBoV-2QqZVXLM5iAX-J6qYelz9Ao4D/s320/Photo1089.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">eykei in wonderland. we learnt that lewis carroll got inspired writing "alice in wonderland" just by sitting in this park. decided to pretend we are "alice" in our version of wonderland. here is eykei dreaming of her baek sung joo.</div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRqxbsLpHUV3xiq_tODvMBmVEgJ6wcwztmR4TsoE5Wu-eDCsA98Eo7rNimwDjdeZb5mAatFcfpuZsjT1ADkCeUvaJILH-08Bw8lvsE7qWljHUFW2cv9_ti3e0VGb6UDiUu2lr5WGzpQvDZ/s1600/Photo1110.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRqxbsLpHUV3xiq_tODvMBmVEgJ6wcwztmR4TsoE5Wu-eDCsA98Eo7rNimwDjdeZb5mAatFcfpuZsjT1ADkCeUvaJILH-08Bw8lvsE7qWljHUFW2cv9_ti3e0VGb6UDiUu2lr5WGzpQvDZ/s320/Photo1110.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">look behind me - harry potter on the train! </div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU-UdygNJ3aD4ZesDUNn0oFqzoOgfYy7Rkx97AjoyvcOzgBjn-TzW9eQ4rs5ucdVUulDRl0tVZUj_A_zP5GLEo7O1RjqFVhr6s6UlrpPhcM0UHrqWy9_4AZY8IvOiR067gTb7ocJlV7E57/s1600/Photo1117.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU-UdygNJ3aD4ZesDUNn0oFqzoOgfYy7Rkx97AjoyvcOzgBjn-TzW9eQ4rs5ucdVUulDRl0tVZUj_A_zP5GLEo7O1RjqFVhr6s6UlrpPhcM0UHrqWy9_4AZY8IvOiR067gTb7ocJlV7E57/s320/Photo1117.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">as we enjoy our ice creams - new york cheesecake and raspberry for eykei while i had toffee crumble and weird italian sounding name for chocolate and peanut. perfect day ender!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">wednesday. day three. this was the designated day to do the laundry. i would've gone to the gym to do salsa with eykei and mommy gie. unfortunately, i wasn't feeling well and period cramps started to take its toil on me. i couldn't move out of bed. so skipped doing laundry and cuddled my favorite pooh and roo for the whole day. as i can't take the laziness, i jumped out of bed and cooked dinner. when i was about to eat, miguel came and joined me for dinner when he suddenly suggested that we finally watch transformers at the local cinema. with nothing to do, i agreed and went with him to vue. this is the first time that i see a movie in the cinema here in UK so imagine my excitement. new experience and miggy can't help but laugh at me for being so naive and innocent. since i told him i have this annoying habit of sleeping during movies, he always seem to glance at me making sure i was still awake. i might have disappointed him though since i was wide awake and enjoying the 3d experience and seat grabbing scenes of the movie. transformers 3d was truly the best!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">thrusday. day four. woke up very late and realized that i need to do my washing asap. instantly loaded the washing machine with a bunch of my clothes and took a bath. i promised to make the assignments today and go to the library but instead, i just chatted away. while doing the laundry, i persuaded miggy to make pesto for tonight's dinner so i could invite eykei as well. he immediately agreed in one condition that i do some errands for him at town. after two loads of laundry, i set off to town - to go to the library to find an ielts book and some pointers. i also went grocery shopping for cleaning aids for the house and for miggy's errands as well. as me and eykei meet up in town, miggy called and informed that marvin is coming at our house. he suggested that we celebrate marvin's birthday since he has been preparing dinner. the planned dinner ended up into a crazy night at revolution bar - with drunken guys and gals going wild at the dance floor.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">friday. last day of annual leave week. so arrived home from the bar early morning. 3 am-ish. as i walk down our street, i noticed that i can't even walk straight. i'd always end leaning towards the side. upon entering home, i quickly removed my heels and held on the walls as i can only sense my whole world spinning. it was a good thing i was still able to manage going up the stairs and climb into bed. late morning, i woke up with a pounding headche plus my world slightly spinning around me. got up and went downstairs but a note distracted me on my way to the toilet. as i read the note, i feel my insides getting hot and i started getting in fury. one housemate was there and i started asking about the note. i realized that my headache was instantly gone and i was so mad that i forgot breakfast and going to the loo. i mumbled like crazy and in fury, started grabbing pans and plates and cleaned all of them; grabbed the broom some kitchen towels and dusted and swept the entire kitchen and dining room. in my thoughts i was like a mad woman. and words like "inconsiderate bitches" kept repeating. i was quiet but deep inside i'm shouting "don't mess with a drunkard with a hang over". anyway, i stopped my rage and sudden obsessive-compulsion with cleaning when i had seen my face in mirror - hair in total mess and smudged mascara and eyeliner in my face. i didn't like what i saw so i grabbed my towel and robe right away and instantly went for a quick shower. as i finish, i suddenly noticed some red patches in my entire body except my face. it wasn't itchy but the more i noticed it, tiny wheals started to form. that's when i panicked because i knew i couldn't take any meds since i am still intoxicated with alcohool in my system. as i observed the red patches, they weren't getting any worse so i told myself to relax and just drink plenty of water to wash the alcohol away. as of this time, they are still there in my extremities now. see my <a href="http://twitpic.com/5qi1ex">tiny red patches</a>.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i>it was one helluva week of learning, adventures, firsts, craziness and fun. although i ended up tired, "bangag" and broke, the experience was totally worth it. i was letting go of my inhibitions and slowly starting to get to know the world in the same way as i learn more about myself. </i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i><br />
</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i>kampai for the my next adventures!</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i><br />
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