Crabbing+Singing+GPS=Perfect Friday

I had a crazy shift. Then had my CBC taken cause I’m having these weird petechial rashes on my thighs, then some rashes on my upper extremities, I’m actually scared cause I had a fever four days ago, and  suddenly these rashes appear. One of the classic symptoms of Dengue Fever is petechial rashes AFTER the fever has subsided so somehow, knowing that fact, I became apprehensive. Hopefully my platelet is okay, I’ll get the results later.

I went to the mall, hang out a bit with dodong and bought “For One More Day”.

Then CRABBING (eating crabs) at Glamour. YUMMY!!! *burp*.

Then went to GMIK and sang my stresses out. Plus GPS!!!!!!!!!

Then went to the mall again.

Finally, HOME.

My throat hurts. But I’m really happy today. Thank you Lord. ♥

First Days

I just recovered from my sudden feverish episodes for the last three days and I’m back at work. I’m hecka tired. Saw Ate Che randomly on the street. It was sure weird. UGH. I had my period today too. Then had a boring seminar. The best news today is that it’s payday!!!

Tired yanyan

Convalescent

I hope so.

Whenever I get sick, I get overly emotional, but I’m kinda fine now, after a 14 hour-long deep slumber. I feel like a crap yesterday and today when I woke up I felt well rested. I got the fever after my 16-hour shift last Saturday, but I’m not really blaming the long hours because at that time my brother was also feeling a little bit under the weather. Anyway, I survived my two night shifts with coffee and mefenamic acid. And yeah, lots of water and vitamins. I hope no more episodes of fever today cause I’m going back to work tomorrow. Check out this photo I reblogged @tumblr.

This picture makes me miss our dogs even more

Garbled, Wired, Sick

I’m feeling sick and feverish since last night. Acckkkk!!!! I still have one more night shift before my coveted day off, I hope to survive the night with he help of coffee and mefenamic acid.

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Tomorrow is Manghud’s birthday, I was supposed to make a gift for her like what I did for Nikki but I’m a bit lazy and the idea won’t be so original anymore cause I told her about it.  So, while I was thinking that I should just write her a simple letter (I know it’s childish) but when I started typing my thoughts down I had a sudden flow of idea and this is what I came up. I almost cried while writing and re-reading it (I know I’m so lame ) Anyway, here’s my birthday poem:

My Gift

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My gift to you is  intangible but, very overt.
It cannot be measured yet, at some point you can gauge its worth.
It can most be seen as  a basket of: comfort, little joys, laughter and love.

My gift is my eyes,
to look at you kindly when you most need it,
to stare at you when you have done something inappropriate.

My gift is my lips,
to say the words you most wanted to hear,
and even say the words you wouldn’t accept.

My gift is my shoulders,
for you to lean on when you need support.
and to give you a nudge when you seem at lost of what to do.

My gift is my arms,
to hug you,
in tears and in smiles.
Or just because.

My gift is my two hands,
to hold yours when you feel cold and alone,
and to wipe your stubborn tears.

My gift to you is my two feet,
to walk miles with you,
definite or unknown destinations.

And my most precious gift to you,
Is my heart.
That sees the good in you,
That speaks my sisterly love (for I lack blood-related one)
That tells me to be there even in silence,
That will go with you all the way, despite my physical absence.
That will never falter, even when the world turned its back.

Those are my gifts,
And my promise
That I will forever keep.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MANGHUD!!!!

THIRD YEAR: Saving Grace & More

HAPPY THIRD BIRTHDAY dcec.worpress.com!!!!

Happy third year to blog!!!

It’s today by the way. Check out my October 25, 2006 post.

Looking back, I had my childish and immature moments, emotional breakdowns and what not. Most of them recorded in this secret online diary. I’ve expressed my raw emotions in my blog more than I have ever told anyone, mainly for the reason that my blog doesn’t talk back, doesn’t judge me and it just let me be, letting me rant, letting me cry, letting my emotions transform into words. It’s been a heck of a journey. And the sole witness of my HOW I was transformed into what I am now is this blog.

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Three years, that’s the number. That’s how long this cyber diary is. I been keeping it as a secret outlet for the longest time afraid that someone close to me will stumble upon it & read most of my intimate thoughts. Three years is also a long time, In those years, I’ve become better than I used to be, Though I still have the same demons that haunt me they no longer hurt as much, And I’m thankful that I’ve written those feelings down. If I didn’t write what I feel then I might have  literally broken down, In a way my blog has become my refuge because I can’t talk to anyone even to my friends because I don’t want to burden them with my problems and what not. I know it’s lame because friends are people who are supposed to understand you and I have no doubt that they will understand me, But maybe because of my pride, I did not to ask help even my heart bleeds & is screaming help, Because I thought I was strong, that I can take it all, and for the most part, I was right. Recently I realized the importance of having someone to share your thoughts with and for that, I am slowly opening myself to others. Because it’s so lonely being alone and hurt, and it isn’t any easier if you just keep mum about it. I’m still on the process of letting people in, it might take a while for me to fully expose myself, but gradually I’ll be better at this.

And I will no longer hide.

Whenever

I made a lame ass poem. But I think it has it’s own charm. Don’t you think so?

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Mentally Tired + Physically Exhausted

I mean no disrespect but I’m freaking pissed at you for doing it.

I just wanna stop this for a while.

Take a breather.

Freeze time.

Escape reality.

I wanna go somewhere…anywhere but here.

It’s starting to show.

My frustrations are building up and if I don’t get away from these soon, I’m gonna burst.

I’m just freaking tired!!!!

So Busted

I’m supposed to to on PM shift today but unfortunately my schedule was changed so here I am at home, at least having one task done. Last two days ago, I was supposed to meet my friend Joanne whom I haven’t seen for the longest time. But we weren’t able to see each other due to busy schedules. So today was the day that we can actually meet but I’m feeling lazy and tired because I’ve been going to the downtown area everyday and I just want to dedicate today to resting my butt off and organizing some stuff at home.

Anyway, thanks to tumblr, whose feeds are instantly posted on my facebook profile, I was so busted. X____X

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Here’s her comment:

Hahahaha Her comment made me feel so guilty but it’s really true that I wasn’t in the mood to talk or see anyone. I just want to be alone for today.

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Plans

Planning is over rated.

Because sudden change can alter your mood.

I had a nice morning, went home then took an hour of sleep. It started from that freaking sleep, because I had a nightmare. I dreamed about my father having sex with some girl literally behind my mother’s back. Then I confronted the girl about it, then the girl tried to attack me by stabbing me with some sharp object. Then I woke up. It was very disturbing. I should have took that as an omen of impending frustrating situations.

1.) My phone was infiltrated by that freaking virus that master kong brought. I hate him. OFFICIALLY.

2.) Our night-out plan was cancelled because of some people who were so ..WHATEVER!!!

3.) My schedule was changed and I was informed so late. I HATE IT.

It’s a day full of hate!!!!!!!! AARRRGGHHH!!!!