got bitten by the BUG

stomach bug aka viral infectious AGE has finally got me.
My residents had it since monday last week,hence the barrier nursing.but it wasn't strictly followed.i guess my co workers really dont know much about controlling infection.most of the staff had got it last wk.I didn't.
I follwed strict rules of washing my hands,changing clothes,shoes,and having a bath before coming in my room or the kitchen.
sadly,as the residents upstairs(where it all started) was getting better,the downstairs people has just got it monday afternoon when I came in.
i felt nauseous already by 5 pm.by the time i got home i felt really ill.didn't bother eating,just went to bed with tummy ache.then @ 4am it woke me up.diarrhea and vomitting ensue.up until 3 am this morning.I hope I'll be better tomorrow,been off sick for 2 days now.I got a lot of things to do.cleaning,laundry,ironing,stock up supplies coz it's gonna be New year..

In memoriam: Mr. D K died last wednesday,Amidst the bug that everybody else had except him.Goddbye mate.have a goodnight ~_^ It happened so soon and I had not said my goodbye,you see I was downstairs that day and wasn't permitted to go up ..
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it's snowtym!

jasper my playmate

book back log

my year in books,take aways and shit

my year in books...has been a good year...I've been in england for a year and 3 days now and I can say that I've never had so many book in my entire life..must be 500 now.haha.Most of them are mills and boon romances,a couple of johanna lindsey's,paulo coehlo,jude devereaux,sophie kinsella,dan brown,stephanie meyer,iris johansen,julie garwood,nicholas sparks...I got the brokeback mountain as well.hahaha.
wala cguro araw since that i didnt buy a book..
take aways..and eat ins haha kfc,burger king,mcdo,chinese,indian,mexican,krispy kreme,millie's
shits ..same shit,different day..all shapes,sizes,texture,consistency,frequency,duration and odour...haha and o, i forgot to mention the location...on the floor,wall,bed,on the nails,mouth ...

lessons do arrive,and this time, i think I'm ready to move on..I got nothing to lose because i dont have anything really..lesson number 1---save,save,save

close encounters with sam,piolo,bea,pokwang and LLOYDIE!!!!!!!!

never mind m paper white due to the bryt flash..m with my ate bing..my laovely landlady who's celebrating her birthday..hearthrobs london was such an experience..especially on the way there.doors open @4pm(it's quite dark already,n bloody cold) show star @5pm.
we were driving round n round central london looking for a parking space,then when we finally get there the man pointed us to the wrong direction so instead we were going farther n farther a way then finally we got there..quater past 6 i think.my bladder about to explode.hahaha
n the show already started but without the main event yet..just starters .i've never seen so much pinoys gathered in uk b4..then they shoed the abs christmas station Id...then powkie,sam,bea,lloydie n piolo.
and i love lloydie more.he's witty n funny..throwing punchline with subtlety ...

iI am nearly broke and by the end of the month--payday..I'll be broke again.haaay.
this month my salary will go to school tuition--800 n 250 for room rent/bills.
all that will be left,if there would be any will be for my bus fare n train fare.not to mention the hearthrobs ticket!!my landlady paid it for me so i need to pay her back.

God help me survive.

needs:

• clarks black wedge heels shoes..b4 £50 now 25(I may need it wen i attend the concert,our nsg home's xmas dinner and wen i finally decide to take my IELTS.)
• dress/suit of w/c i havnt found yet.that wud basically cover 3 events mentioned above n more
• money of course to buy all of it.or credit card of w/c m planning to apply for.hopfully dey'll accept it

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last lecture

since i lost my phone..iI lost all the picx n numbers..more so I lost my recording of randy pausch's last lecture when he was still alive albeit terminal .It was just a small talk with oprah.I was deeply moved by it ..i had it ever since 2008..although it wasn;t supposed to be for me it was for his children..it is a legacy ..
I'll look for it sa net.i do hope i find it again.its about how to achieve ur childhood dreams.
-----never under estimate the importance of having fun..I am dying soon..but im havng fun..
decide if ur a tiggr,or an eeeyore..tiggrs r energetic n optimistic...
experience is wat u get if u dont get wat u want
brick walls are there for a reason:they show us how badly we want things.
no one is pure evil ..if u wait long enough they will show u their good side

wen u screw up,apolologize..say--im sorry.ti was my fault ,how do i make it ryt

realizations

I was seeing red with anger..I'm angry with myself for not being there.n for whoever did the IV and foley cath insertion to my lil bro..I twitterd it already so that's done.

1. I realized that i never did regret taking up nursing..I thought I did. about 4- 5 years now,I'm still lost.. I see myself torn between staying within the confines of the known, the comfortable and the convenient, and setting out in the cruel world with no clear destination appearing just yet. Im still on the same ground.Im not moving forwrd..which I should be


2. now,more than ever I am truly proud to be filipino..I miss everything..I hav'nt seen the whole world yet but nothing compares to home..i like the fb slogan i saw---from where I'm from,everbody is a hero ..or something like that..Nationalism is not so good here..


3. I badly need to save..Im almost a year working n studying but I hav'nt saved a penny..


4. I'm bored..haha.work is all physical..hence my uber bookreading..I miss the drama of real life..not pbb but hospital work..but i admit there's no place more dramatic than a hospital bed.be it sickness,birth or death...pedia will always be my first love..


5. I'm praying that God will help me save up so I could take a vacation to the philippines nx may..in time for the election.

wish i was there...

my brother ron...my pooor bro ron had an appendectomy wednesday morning...my uncle giov did the surgery..my uncle's friend uncle joseph did the anesthesia...(no pf)..
my bro had a fever today...but they found out it was just phlebitis...sa ivf site..anyways f all is well,,,no fever ...he'll be home tomorrow.
Thank God he's ok..it's just sad that he missed his agility test yesterday,but m happy because he is alive and can hav the test scheduled later on..
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It's times like this that i do realize y i choose to be a nurse..y i like to be in the know.and be there every breath,heartbeat.

if i had been there i would hav the pleasure of inserting his iv,do his skin test,his pre op meds even be there with him inside the OR..I would hav been pouring alcohol to every hand coming to touch him hahaha.n ask did u wash ur hands.i admit m totally overly protective of my siblings.i may not say it often but i do love them deeply..all four of them

I got to do some for tweetums,just before i left.she had viral infection n was vomiting for ages..I will never forget that..I had a 11pm-7am duty then 3pm to 11pm n just wen i thot i wud b resting the night my father,my brother n me went to davao @haf past 11 on a rented van.i brought all needed meds ivf,cannula,syringes and arrived at 2am..with no sleep yet inserted Ivf @once n was asleep @quarter past..

Im planning to go home just in time for the elections..hopefully i will meet my goals.
^^

oooooooo wag na wag mong sasabihin..

I'm filled with joy as i watch the remake of LIP..making me remember the LIP.vivian,carlo n martin..
memories not only of the love story but of my life while I was watching the series...the endless classses n toxic duties..of brownouts and late night jeepney rides.of side walk balut,mais,burger machine and 11pm midnight meal of siomai supreme n rice.of classmates ,groupmates and school mates enduring the same kalisod and kalipay of studying to b a nurse..of the journey. ^^
like george's death in GA,it's like burying the past..the sweet sad past. and seeing,feeling it again somehow it wasn't as bad as I thought it was before.

yesterday

We're all susceptible to it, the dread and anxiety of not knowing what's coming. It's pointless in the end, because all the worrying and the making of plans for things that could or could not happen, it only makes things worse. So walk your dog or take a nap. Just whatever you do, stop worrying. Because the only cure for paranoia is to be here, just as you are.

I had a good day yesterday.i went to london with jade to meet up with nina,chacha and tingting..we were early so we decided to eat breakfast first and hav a look around.it was getting cold hence the frequent trips to the toilet..
i had just spoken to nina on the phone.she was telling me to keep my phone near so i cud hear it ringing(it was always d case EVER,me missing calls).i decided to put my phone on top a tissue dispenser inside the toilet ..and i had washed my hands,dried it and went outside before realizing i dont hav my fon..so there,i lost it.@half past 9 yesterday,my n7210 supernova,phone for almost 10 months with all i'ts memories and pics is forever gone.

soo george

I fell in love with George, like many of you did. because his love for Meredith ; because, like Izzie, George led with his heart.
He was impulsive, big-hearted,with selflessness that had him jump in front of a moving bus to save a life. It’s heartbreaking.
He was brave and noble, like Owen said. miranda even named her son after him--after that vagay-gay moment.
and he did his best.

good mourning,goodbye

after 3 months of agonizing wether george or izzie is gonna die...here comes the new season of my favorite grey's anatomy...
george died,he became brain dead.izzie pulled through albeit still having cancer..huhuh.
i soo loved georgie..

25

25 (twenty-five) is the natural number following 24 and preceding 26.
The atomic number of manganese
It is a square number, being 5² = 5 × 5. It is the smallest square that is also a sum of two squares: 25 = 3² + 4². Hence it often appears in demonstrations of the Pythagorean theorem.
25 is a centered octagonal number and an automorphic number.
25 has an aliquot sum of 6 and is the first number to have an aliquot sequence that does not culminate in 0 through a prime. Twenty-five is the aliquot sum of three integers; 95, 119, and 143. Twenty-five is the second composite member of the 6-aliquot tree.
It is the smallest base 10 Friedman number as it can be expressed by its own numbers: 5².
It is also a Cullen number. 25 is the smallest pseudoprime satisfying the congruence 7n = 7 mod n. It is also a Somer pseudoprime based on 6.
25 is the smallest aspiring number — a composite non-sociable number whose aliquot sequence does not terminate.
According to the Shapiro inequality 25 is the least odd integer n such that there exist such that

where xn + 1 = x1,xn + 2 = x2.
Within base 10 one can readily test for divisibility by 25 by seeing if the last two digits of the number match 25, 50, 75 or 00.
25 and 49 are the only perfect squares in the following list:
13,25,37,49,511,613,715,817,919,1021,1123,1225,1327,1429...etc
The formula in this list can be described as 10n * Z + (2Z + 1) where n clearly depends on the number of digits in Z and in 2z+1.

The atomic number of manganese

In Ezekiel's vision of a new temple: The number twenty-five is of cardinal importance in Ezekiel's Temple Vision (in the Bible, Ezekiel chapters 40-48).


The size of the full roster on a major league baseball team
The number of points needed to win a set in volleyball under rally scoring rules (except for the fifth set), so long as the losing team's score is two less than the winning team's score (i.e., if the winning team scores 25 points, the losing team can have no more than 23 points)


Twenty five is:
The number of years of marriage marked in a silver wedding anniversary.
The minimum age of candidates for election to the United States House of Representatives. "Under 25" provides a common cut-off point for designating youth.
The number of cents in a quarter.
The usual TCP port for SMTP.
The designation of United States Interstate 25, a freeway that runs from New Mexico to Wyoming
The designation of the M25 London Orbital motorway
Municipal Okrug 25, a municipal okrug of Kirovsky District of Saint Petersburg, Russia
The (critical) number of Florida electoral votes for the 2000 U.S. presidential election
The name of the national card game of Ireland and India (Pachisi — Hindi for 25)
"25", a song by Veruca Salt from their 1994 album American Thighs
"25th Floor", a song by Patti Smith Group from their 1978 album Easter
Twenty Five is the name of a 2006 George Michael compilation celebrating 25 years in the music business (1981-2006)
"25 boy", in Cantonese Chinese, is a slang term meaning "traitor" as used in the Chinese movie Over the Edge.
The per-second frame rate of the PAL video standard
The number of the French department Doubs
25 random things about me, an Internet meme utilizing Facebook's Notes feature

Pony (British slang for £25)

having difficulty eating...!

caffeine fix

2nd cuppa to wake me up.3 hours sleep.1 hr in transit ^^

2 of my favorite things.

talong is the life n rambutan...^^

do u think he is gay? ^^

autumn

September means sespene party!

“Don’t let go too soon, but don’t hang on long.” --
Tuesdays with Morrie by Mitch Albom

SEPTEMBER 5th...it's my little brother's birthday today.my mclaude.don't tell anybody but he's my favorite sibling.he's been like a baby to me.still is..we share the penchant of reading books.newspapers or even shampoo bottles..

6th--it's my lolo paeng n lola mencing's wedding anniv..they have been together for more than 50 years..10 children n 26 granchildren n a grandchild..

8th--It's Mama Mary's birthday...

15th--my untie boots' bday

19th-- my b day n sweet's tooooooo

21st---my papa n mama's 26th wedding anniv

23rd--my mama's bday

26th--auntie dinah's bday

27th--papa's bday

disenchanted

I don't remember wat got me into nursing.I recall my NSAT /CSAT results- course chosen:undecided. All i cared that time was how easy i'ts gonna be because it wont involve mathematics..or so I thought..and ever since I was a child, I loved baby sitting.my brothers n my cousins.I was even able to go to Cebu one summer because of it..
I said I would try nursing.
If I fail then its not meant for me.ther were times I felt and wished I would but It never came.
semesters and summers had gone and passed I'm still a BSN student.
amidst the vigorous training..rd's,toxic duties and c.i's....countless c.p.'s and thesis defense..and the next to impossible cases completion.april came and I was able to go up the podium n be proclaimed a graduate.on to the next hurdle.
the NLE.which by God's grace I passed.then came the employment--unemployment--training-employment==

one of my favorite movies was braveheart. and It was my childhood dream to come and visit london and scotland.mainly to see men in their kilts.especially royalty

and I was able to come visit england--london every thursdays.I hav'nt been to scotland yet but had seen a man in his kilt abd he didn't smell good.hahaha

next plan is to become a nurse in here.hopefully a pediatric nurse..how or when I don't know.yet.

I believe Iam Paulo Coelho’s shepherd Santiago, in search of my personal legend while the whole universe is conspiring with me to achieve my dream
Through the years, I have come to believe that part of the magic emanates from my I-want-to-be-this-to-hell-with-the-consequences attitude. I admit I am stubborn that way, but that is how I learned to believe in myself and in what I do. And it works! I know what I want and I am unbelievably getting to it.I have chosen to be a nurse; the only thing left for me to do is to understand my choice.

p.s.

goodluck to me ^^
EMI NURSING: i don't love you,like i did ..yesterday.

i love this song...its close fight between lenka n yael naim's nu soul...

I'm just a little bitcaught in the middleLife is a mazeand love is a riddleI don't know where to goI can't do it alone(I've tried)and I don't know why
Slow it downmake it stopor else my heart is going to pop'cuz it's too muchYeah, it's a lotto be something I'm not
I'm a foolout of love'cuz I just can't get enough
I'm just a little bitcaught in the middleLife is a mazeand love is a riddleI don't know where to goI can't do it alone(I've tried)and I don't know why
I am just a little girl lost in the momentI'm so scaredbut don't show itI can't figure it outit's bringing me down I knowI've got to let it goand just enjoy the show
The sun is hotin the skyjust like a giant spotlightThe people follow the signand synchronize in timeIt's a jokeNobody knowsthey've got a ticket to that showYeah
I'm just a little bitcaught in the middleLife is a mazeand love is a riddleI dont know where to goI can't do it alone(I've tried)and I don't know why
I am just a little girl lost in the momentI'm so scaredbut don't show itI can't figure it outit's bringing me down I knowI've got to let it goand just enjoy the show
oh ohJust enjoy the showoh oh
I'm just a little bitcaught in the middlelife is a mazeand love is a riddleI dont know where to goI can't do it alone(I've tried)and I don't know why
I am just a little girl lost in the momentI'm so scaredbut I don't show itI can't figure it outit's bringing me down I knowI've got to let it goand just enjoy the show
dum de dumdudum de dum
Just enjoy the show
dum de dumdudum de dum
Just enjoy the show
I want my money backI want my money backI want my money backJust enjoy the show
I want my money backI want my money backI want my money backJust enjoy the show

taralets

sugod, magpakailanman, superhero ,gising,noypi,halleluyah

i love filipino music..I'm a rocksteddy fan...got the chance to see them up close..i sat behind them on the plane to gensan and behind them as well sa check in..pati na sa arrivals baggage claim..even got a picture with them,but twas with my uncle's collegue employee's camera..



songs do bring back memories...
memories..they are strong.and time can never take them away..but dementia n alzheimer's could..

memories-like my first month as a pedia nurse in 2006..

self actualizations comes up..about my career.it's joys and sorrows..

I am turning 25.I ought to be better than myself .I am still not.

first day high

tomorrow's my first day of class..
this morning i had been on a seminar...concepts of mental health..simplified version.
I'm glad i still remember psychia..got to answer most of rob's(our regional manager)questions.
even when i wasn't too sure.
well everyone in the room was astonished to know that I'm scared of earthworms...well any kind of worms.flatworms,tapeworms...

i need to wake up earlier than usual to catch my train..and im still awed by the london victoria(train station).i mean it's like a movie scene really..people rushing,moving,walking,running so fast..its a rat race!
especially in the underground train...the funny part is sometyms well,most times we dont know what train to take or which platform to go to untill we arrive at the next station..like coehlo had said---follw the signs *^^*
or,follow the arrows
but the rush hour...4-5pm OMG rush hour jud.u really have to like make bantay a spot sa platform,,,mind the gap though n be ready once the doors open...
n wen u arrive in the main station pauli..the screen wont say which platform until like 5 mins b4 depature so b quick to look up n run..

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neither trumpets nor drums

this is my own elegy for nanay cory.

nanay cory was God's gift to the Philippines..She doesn't even know me..but i know her and her indomitable spirit.She was an epitome of sincerity and honesty..and deep faith In God.
She was,in a way a mother to me.and will always be one of the reasons y i'll always be proud to be a Filipino...She taught me love of country like the late francis m..

I promise to continue telling her story so that filipinos of the next generation will know her n will never forget her..
to nanay cory....i'll tie a yellow ribbon round the old oak tree...
Thank you very much
Goodbye.

one good person--conrado de quiros

I’VE written a good many things about Cory this past couple of weeks. I guess it’s time I got a little more personal.
I wasn’t an ardent fan of Cory at the beginning, I was an ardent critic. I came from the ranks of the red rather than the yellow, and looked at the world from the prism of that color. It got so that in one program Kris Aquino invited me to (I don’t know if she remembers this), she took me to task for it. It was an Independence Day show, and during one break, Kris turned to me and said: “Why are you so mean to my mom?”
I was, to put it mildly, taken aback. It’s not easy finding a clever answer to an accusation like that put with breathtaking candor. I just flashed what I thought would be a disarming smile. I don’t know if it disarmed.
What can I say? Maybe I’m just naturally mean. Or maybe I just say what I mean and mean what I say.
Years later, when the world had turned, and not for the better, I got an unexpected phone call. Cory was at the other end, which awed me. She said she was calling just to express her appreciation for something I had written about her. I do not now recall what it was. What I recall was mumbling something about not being the best person to say those things in light of what I had been saying before. She said that wasn’t true: I was the best person to say those things because of what I had been saying before.
I appreciated the appreciation.
Still years later, I would have cause to appreciate yet one more thing. That was February this year when, from out of the blue, Cory visited at the wake of my mother. I did not bother to ask, “Why are you so kind to my mom?” I knew by then it was her nature to be so.
She stayed for about an hour, and did much of the talking. Boy, could she talk! I didn’t know that before. But I’ve always been a good listener. She talked, I listened. What we talked about is best left for another time. But afterward, I thought: What strange directions life takes. What strange forks, detours, and crossings life takes.
I’ve seen activists who began by serving the people, or exhorting the world to, end up serving only themselves. And I’ve seen students who thought only of saving their families end up saving the world, or trying to. I’ve seen the best and the brightest turn only into the worst and greediest. And I’ve seen someone who was walang alam, or who was made out to be so, teach the world a thing or two about honor and courage and grace.
Maybe it’s not so strange that people who start out being enemies on grounds of principle end up being friends on those same grounds. And people who start out being friends without principle end up being enemies on that same ground.
I wondered, like someone who had come back to where he started and saw the place for the first time: Maybe colors are there to unite us more than separate us. Maybe red is just the blood that pulses in the veins in love and war. Maybe yellow is just the pages of a letter from a loved one that magically bring him back to life. Maybe blue is just the sky, however cloudy, when looked at through the bars of a prison cell. Maybe green is just fields promising plenitude. Maybe black is just the tangle of our fate, the twists and turns of our life, as we grope our way forward. Maybe white is just the grace to push on, amid the darkness.
I wondered with the wisdom of innocence and the naivete of age: Maybe we’re divided only into good people and bad people. How people are so, or become so, I’ll leave others to divine. Maybe they are just born that way, maybe like scorpions they sting because it is in their nature to sting. Or maybe they are made that way, as much by the circumstances that mold their character as their character that molds their circumstances. But bad people are there; we know that only too well. Just as well, good people are there too; we know that even more so.
We know the latter because we had someone walk with us who was so. Someone who was so disinterested in power she accepted it gravely as a matter of duty and gave it up gracefully as a matter of trust, for which she remains an awesome force even in death. Someone who, while she lived, showered not very small kindnesses on others in their hour of need or bereavement, having known bereavement herself and the comfort of empathy as much as the empathy of comfort, for which she continues to live with us even in death. Someone who proved once before as Joan of Arc and who will prove once again like El Cid the terrifying and wondrously prophetic vision of her faith: The exalted shall be humbled and the humble exalted.
In life and in death, Cory has been—pardon my French—one damn good person.
Good persons of the world, unite. You have nothing to lose but your bane.
* * *
Malacañang’s decision to declare today a holiday has nothing to do with commiserating with those who have lost a loved one, which is the whole nation. It has everything to do with preventing the explosion of love for Cory from becoming an explosion of fury at the opposite of Cory, who isn’t just Ferdie. Be there at the funeral procession today. Be there to keep Cory alive. Be there to bury tyranny in a deep dark grave.

ah.basta

i'm terrified .
I'M WORKING TOMORROW MORNING.AND TOMORROW NYT AS WELL.I'll try my best to get some Zzzzz .
hopefully they put me n clare together...
cheese and rice...sunshine and lollipops.

I easily get tired of doing the same things everyday...well before my resident lolos and lolas died..now,i'ts a new batch of mentally ill,sometyms annoying residents.

3 people had died in a week..2 were expected ,the other a surprise.it really comes in 3's..
to mike boy,eds and ray md may u find peace wherever u all may be..

It's very hard not to feel grief..everyday,well most days of the week i feed and care for them.put them to bed at night.talk when they don't even answer back.or try to find some sort of content to what they say..

mike or mikee boy as i call him,wanders early in the morning..i see him on the hall way n greet him a good morning and he would always say good morning dear...he turns the lights off(in other peoples room)

ed's is lady edna..who would say things u least expect

ray md.well i really haven't been attached since his room is downstairs and I'm always upstairs


I'm hoping to get paid mor than a grand..

just needed to pay myself more and my bills,


hoping for a good night tonight

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ever mine

eastbourne was nice...something new since the seashore was covered by what the english call pebbles.and what i define as bato..as in

ding ang BATO..had a bit of d sun n sea.the bloody cold seawater.twas reall scorching--the sun but the water damn cold.

i did enjoy it.nobody cared f sombody went topless or naked ..or that somebody with the bulges or lumps of adipose tissues wrapped around her body go swimming wearing a swimming suit..well kinda decent don't u think ?it's one piece.

hopefully my boss won't sack me..at least not yet.

or that the home office won't get me deported..i don't even have money saved much less to buy a plane ticket .

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eastbourne experience

5th of july..had decided to try out english summer,or at least an english sun at the beach.me n my mate,jade went to eastbourne.it;s a seaside town.about 2 hr bus ride from maidstone.we did enjoy eating fish n chips.n sunbathing(feeling puti)n swimming n d sea.dey sed it would b pebbles.haha.its stones!but sand na pag sa dagat kna.i didnt expect the dagat water to be bloody ice cold though.the sun s hot but water will make u squirm n shiver.i had the idiocy of wearing my headband,so i lost it n sea.
after a nice quick banlaw we headed for the shops.seafood serve cold in cups,ice cream n candy shop with all sorts of sweets.i bought loads of dried pineapple rings.then came 5pm .time for the bus to pick us up.we went on a 2 decked bus with 50 elderly pipol.kmi lng bata..wer tired n burned as in sunog.i can feel pain n my arms olready.i had a nap n wen i woke up i had a sudden abdominal cramp telling me m supposed to hurry n find the nearest toilet.no such luck as we were still on a bus full of elderly pipol with no toilet n site(puro grass n trees)i told jade i badly need to do number 2.she asked me to hold it in we will b arriving shortly..shortly meant an hr.toture.i even asked her to buzz the bus to stop ill go poo anywere.even on grass.i was olready crying n begging n cursing the blasted shellfish,prawn n mixed seafood serve cold i ate b4 we went on the bus.
so i did buzzed it.went down at the side of the road n poo.pood for england n the philippines n a thorny grassed area on the side of the road.right at that moment i didnt care at all.f anybody sees me
after much pooing.i didnt hav much wet wipes to wipe it all hence my beach towel,n my shorts became the sacrifice.luckily i brought some pairs of knickers n jade has an xtra pair of shorts.it was the most terrible experience ever.in my entire existence.
cars always pulled over since ther wer trafic lyts.wen i finally deemed myself presentable but without much dignity left. i asked jade to call a taxi for me..n came home with the urgency of seeing the toilet again til the next day.until today.hopfully not anymore tomorrow.i had shellfish poisoning.worst AGE i hav ever experirnced.
i lost my headband,my towel,my dress,my once worn shorts,my 20 quid for the taxi,my dignity,
but i didnt lose a friend.hehe.thankfully jade was wid me.or else i wud've just jump out of a bus in a middle of nowhere.at least she had some sense to at least bring me near civilization,were we know exactly wer we r.hay
im off sick till today. so much for experience.hopfully ill b better tomorrow

amazing maze

48 years after walking round and round.we finally found our way.

actually it found us.

we were giving up already and decided to find not the center but the way out.

then we just found ourselves at the center with an elevated stone.you can see other people losing their way too..and it also turned out that the center is also the way out...through the grotto.we need to go down under.

the castle's garden

i can jump

i jumped like a million times before jade captured it haha.it was either im on the ground already or still was about to jump.

next time we'll do tumblings.wish us luck

summer sandals

bought this sandals almost 2 months ago.from clarks..before it was 40 quidd,then it is 25 quidd.but if a buy a second pair,u'll only have to pay for 1 pound..

hence the matching sandals.we only had to shell out £13 each.done deal aye?

i love this town

even ducks fall in line...

screaming for ice cream

tiramisu ice cream ---almost too much.hahaha.6 scoops went directly to my flabs.

no carbs this week

the heat is on

the heat si on..hehehe.super.

benign

my 6 hr shift this afternoon was astoundingly benign,no rushing n stress and me n my team finished ahead of time. maybe because were downstairs..unlike upstairs.

hopefully tomorrow will b the same.i'll b downstairsd again fingers crossed.

having a runny nose and a sorethroat.blame it on the english weather.3:45 pm its raining hard then at 3:50 its all bright sunny..the sun is up but the wind so strong n chilly cold.

and whats more funny its hot and toasty inside the nursing home..im talking about boiling point hot...when ur outside you got frozen,numb fingers inside u sweat more than a pig n u get soooooooooo thirsty everytym.

but its nooot the same everyday though.

somedays u take pride doing ur work well,somedays it feels like u did all the work--no pride in that.only body pains and stress.some days u got the fabulous wogwan team,some days nobody turns up but u.that would be the worst..wishin u didnt show up as well.

sicut me Deus adjuvet

tweegy

we weren't really close ,i mean not friends friends if not for the completion and graduation thing.and she is my friend's friend so that started it.the friendship.
bloomed through our review together with the rest of the gang--the healthy babies..the endless koreanovela marathons,food trip--penongs dimsum and not to mention shopping.

and the endless countless times i was broke ,she was there to lend a hand.a hundred even hehehe.n treat me to some decent meals..all of the healthy babies had one point or another lend me money,gave me food even pamasahe sa jeep hahaha.even my fs account,tweegy's the teckie n m da oldie...
in general,im miserable being away from home
but im gonna see them all soon.in about 8 months or so

love u all

in english

dine in or take out?--in english--eatin in or take away
pitcher---jug
vest---sando hehe
pants- trouser
undies--knickers

and words u may likely hear always, oh dear..lovely,smashing,brilliant.

in english

almost

almost a year has gone ,lots of things had happened.
new hair style,new job,..starting anew in a foreign land.
going back to studying,reading more,going places a lot,
eating all sorts of food but still sticking to pinoy n chinese though
missin my hommies,hehe..my friends,my davao,my dog..the food ,msg hahaha
missin my meds,my john lloyd..so much

doing things on my own..exploring places,asking for directions..folllowing the arrows(mainly)
smiling to strangers..