Express Mail 1

'Express Mail' is inspired by Shob's Little Letters and Luna Moonfang's Little Junk Mails. I came up with the title because in these scribbled words, I get to shout out my thoughts.

If my mail is loathsome, I'll do my very best to control and make my choice of words be decent enough. So help me God.

*Names are changed to cover their real identity. Generated names may or may not reflect the person involved literally/figuratively.

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To: Red Lips*

*Sigh* I've heard much from you though we're far away. And I can't believe you came out of your shell and exposed your true self. Fine. I don't know if that's your true self. But hey! You've been consistent eh? I just hope that in time you'd know how to rein your tongue: watch your words; and think before you speak (if you do know how to think, that is). Your tongue's digging your own pitfall.

To: Blank*

I know what's up with you. And I wish that what you're doing will work for you for the better and not for sheer torment. Num' sayin'?

To: M

Bleh! :P Hahahahahah! I love you.

Rest Week

This week was so cool. I thought I'd end up paying 50 bucks per half day of absence yet in fact I was in all of the attendance. *And it's not that I asked someone to sign in my behalf. LOL!*

Sept. 23.
I was with M. *Toinx. Like, "K, what's new?".*  In the morning we surfed the net with Kem, Thea, and Shobeh Gretchy. Lunch was with Gretchy and Jen. Supposed to be it was a group lunch but unfortunately blah blah blah. Haha! We (M+me) spent the afternoon watching KimmyDora. Finally.

Sept. 24.
It was my first time to watch the school's cheerdance competition. It was fun. In the afternoon I was pissed off by the 1-hour-plus delay in the attendance. The bleachers were full and we (M+me) can't get a nice place to watch the championship game of men's basketball just because of that delay. Err! Good thing M was so lenient with my change of mood that in the end he managed to have ourselves seated and enjoy a really nice view of the game. Not to mention that he was able to shift my mood back without getting impatient with me. Very good! :)
Student's Night was a blast! I would also like to thank him again because he's not a KJ boyfriend. In fact I find him cool because if he wasn't, then 1) I was not permitted to strut my stuff in the dance floor, 2) he had sent me home early, or worse 3) he dragged me home and made me swear not to do that ever again for as long as we're together. Hahaha! One more thing, I appreciate that he joined in the fun. Not a KJ huh? That was more to me than him being on the bleachers just waiting for me to stop dancing and decide to go home. *I love you M.*

Sept. 25.
Whatta rainy day to have a tree planting activity. Jen made a bet that her plant won't last a day. I'm actually betting on it too. Add up my plant in that fate. Waah! Why am I saying this? Whatever. I gotta zip my mouth before I spill more. Tee-hee.

Committed.

I've been single for years. There have been times that I envy those who has their "special someone", thinking and wishing I have mine too. But as I grew more mature, I've come to embrace singleness with open arms. I still hope to find my other half but then I've had enough of those self-pity moments. Singleness, for years, has already been my comfort zone. In fact, I love being single! I loved being single.

I have a boyfriend now. My first. Waaah! I'm elated. Hahaha! I've finally stepped out of my singleness haven. I pray that God would make us grow beautifully into persons we're made to be.. and that me and my boyfriend's relationship will blossom into something healthy for us both.

1st lunch as a couple. LOL! *Waah! So mushy...*

xoxo

Special thanks to our friends..

..to Budotz (tho not everyone knew about this yet)

..to everyone who's happy 'cause we're both happy..

(Sending out this mwahugz to Shob most especially)

♥♥♥

Caramel Love ♥

Last night, my family and I went out for a night stroll. Our last stop was at Mcdonald's Damosa. And for dessert, I had caramel sundae. Mwah! One sure way to make me happy! ♥♥♥

A Message in the Bottle

*Photo taken by yours truly via my ever ever dear cellphone. :)*

Whew! It took me quite some time before I finally finish this "mini-project" of mine. In case I forgot to tell you, once I get my hands on something, I get OC-fied.

For the finale, I settled to have a bond paper rolled instead of a yellow. Plus, the paper inside the bottle was the nth paper I've written on simply because I want the characters to look perfect and that the entire message to look wonderfully written.

What is this for? You can have your guesses but I'm not going to spill the beans just yet. HAHAHAHAHA!! :D

New URL. Same Old Author :)

From being apatheticallysweet, I am now loveintoxicated.

There are a million reasons why I am *and I've realized* that LOVE pours in my life. OK, a million is overrated.. But hey!

• I've got My Maker. Talk about unconditional love.

• Mom and Dad. Though we're not grand and ever-rich.... they may not be the perfect parents but for me they're the BEST.

• Though I used to flinch because my Sister loves to pinch me when we were little.... though I used to get spanks from Mom and Dad just because "I don't watch over younger sister" even though she's overly naughty and hard-headed... I used to hate her whenever she cooks breakfast and has not left a single food for me to eat when I wake up... I wish she would never forget that I won't hesistate whipping some asshole just like I did during grade school. In her own little ways, I know she values me as her older sister. (I miss you whenever I'm far from home, you know.)

• HS Berx. Though we don't get to see each other as often as we wish, our bond is unbreakable by distance and misunderstanding.

• Mamugs. I know I am a hot-tempered, demanding, OC, paranoid leader. Haha! But thanks for sticking to my rules and being such grown-ups that I need not dictate what to do 'cause you've got initiative. Thanks btw for those who cooked and washed our dishes during our recent outbase. Mwah!

• Budotz. I know you're just behind me ('cause we're all sitting at the same side in class) and that our bond and the memories is not a waste though we have our respective groups right now.
  

• M. Thanks for everything. Most especially, for trying to understand me whenever I have my mood swings 'cause I'm like a bipolar. Though I don't speak my mind, you know something's wrong. Some times I hate you for it 'cause it's like I can't hide anything from you and I can't keep some of my thoughts to myself. Yet after "forcing" me to speak it out, I feel relieved. Thanks. Super. (I wish you'd get to read this. Hehehe.) Oh, thanks for giving me a paper every time our teacher calls for a quiz. :)
  

Buzzzzz

Not-a-secret: :)

I'd like to make a toast. And this is for Shobeh EIC --Janely! Congratulations for your first Clarion ish as the Head. :) Mama is proud of you... so do your Dada and your siblings. :)

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A secret :)

I want to write it up here and express myself. And yet the part of me that says "there are some things that you should keep to yourself" reigns. I want to put it here. But.................... It's better off unwritten.... and private. Think I should learn to love that word already. Private. Haha! Synonymous with secret. Though I've been dying to comment on it and make my thoughts be public, for this I'll keep mum.

A Stupid NCP

Below is a Nursing Care Plan made by the one who's beside me now. He made it last night out of nothing-ness. HAHA! Again, this is just for laughs. He's generally sane. I can assure you that. LOL

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S- “Gina tubol ko sugod atong nag dako akong tiyan mag lisod ko ug tindug, sakit I libang” as verbalized 

O-difficulty in standing 

with heavy impacted stools 

with foul smell stool 

increase in weight noted

arthritis noted 

A-   Ineffective standing related to heaviness of the abdomen secondary to over hydration as evidenced by presents of joint pains

SCIENTIFIC BASIS

Standing is one of the fundamental skills of human being. If you cannot stand you will fall. Therefore standing is needed for survival. We should live our life to the fullest.

GOAL 

At the end of three days of nursing care, patient will:

• Will be able to accept the situation

• Maintain usual pattern of standing
  

• Will able to have a good smell stool

INTERVENTION / RATIONALE

Educate the patient about the anatomy and physiology of the human being. Giving information to the pt. helps a lot.

Auscultate bowel sounds. Note abdominal distention , presence of nausea and vomiting. Indicators of  presence / resolution of ileus, affecting choice of interventions.

Assist client with sitting on edge of bed and walking. Early ambulation helps stimulate intestinal function and return of peristalsis.

Encourage adequate fluid intake, including fruit juices,when oral intkae is resumed. Promotes softer stool; may aid in stimulating peristalsis.

Administer medications as ordered. Promotes formation / passage of softer stool.

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Stupid isn't it? HAHAHA!

Apple Scent

I still can't forget how the entire Emergency Room stinks. Smells, rather. Yesterday they had their "general cleaning". Oh how we wished they also had the Observation Area cleaned. CIU (I forgot what this stands for.. Haha! Oh. It's Crisis Intervention Unit. Thanks to Gg.. Haha!) and the Treatment was cleansed and "scented" with Apple Juice (as Miguel said it was).

Various cases were present. There was this guy who had been slashed by his drinking buddy in his arm. Another had his left point finger cut when it was stuck in between something I forgot what that was. Hehe. Too bad I wasn't able to try doing CPR on an actual patient. By the way, I was assigned together with 4 other groupmates at the Observation Area. I was able to handle this patient as I did my routinary vital signs check. He was so restless and I remember him saying things like he's having delusions. Few hours later, he was brought to CIU. There he was intubated. After a little while, I saw that he was screened and that Miguel was on top of him doing external cardiac compressions.

There was also this scenario where I was convicted that before I get married and have a family of my own, me and my future husband must be stable --physically, emotionally, psychologically, and most of all, financially. This couple's 5-month old child came in due to fever and vomiting. Well, it was a public hospital. A patient's needs won't be attended that much as compared to a private hospital. Maybe because they are financially challenged? Or because there are a lot of patients? Whatever. The mother, who I think was in her early 20s, felt helpless and anxious about her child's condition that all she can ever do was to sit in the corner and bury her head in her hands. The father, who was also of the same age with his partner as I guess, was trying to be a man for his family. A sad scene to see.

Apple Scent. I don't think that the ER smelled like apple. It was more like the metallic smell of blood and different people's sweat and odor. Hmm... I don't see myself working there in the future. At least I've survived for 2 days. Hehehe :X

Oh-See

OC \oh-see\ n, abbr : Obsessive-Compulsive

It's more than just a word. It's what I am.

I remember being called one when I was in my high school years. And bottom line is I didn't like it so I shrug it off like a loose hair in my shirt. I can't understand why my friends think I am one.

What I annoys me as an OC and yet I can't help it:

> Once I get my hands on a project or an assignment whatever, I finish it longer than necessary just because I don't like my work to be half-cooked. Super stressful. I have "perfection" running in my veins.

> And when I get works that are not well-done, the very ends of my hair want to fall off. I want it to be "perfect". From the lay-out, margin, spacing, font size/color/style, spelling, etc.

> I am such an alcoholic. It dries up my hands, duh.


A vindicated-and-now-a-self-confessed OC. I've learned to love that weird part of me though. This is what I am.

Pirti

I chose to write this post by incorporating the dialect (Bisaya and Tagalog) just so to feel the story better. Hehehe. My apologies to those who can't understand this much. Sometimes the essence of the story is well-kept when not translated.

Note: Names have been changed.

Around 6:30pm last night, I heard Jill call her 10-year-old (just an estimation) daughter Cherry in the street. Her voice resounding in the entire village like she owns everything.

Jill: "Cherry! Cherry! Nasan ka na? Kailangan pa ba kitang tawagin? Gabi na!"

Noel, Cherry's younger brother, went home from playing.

Jill: "Mag-saing ha.. Sabihin mo kay Ate."

The little boy agreed.

I guess Cherry was already home following her mother's commands. A little later, I saw Jill walk towards home. Seems like she's checking if her kids are doing what she told them to do. After checking, she headed back to where she was from. "Noel, sabihin mo kay Ate na bantayan yung sinaing baka masunog!"

The boy relayed the message to her sister. And there they were, inside their house... doing what mother Jill told them to do.

Here's the catch. Si Jill kay naa sa tindahan..... nag-chismis.