She was made to walk on grass
She was made to move mountains
She was made to conquer battles
She was made to wish on a rainbow
She was made to see the beauty of life
She was made to appreciate art
She was made to shine like the stars
She was made to act like a lady
She was made to taste the wine
She was made to love truthfully
She was made to test the waters
She was made to reach the sky
She was made to defeat anger
She was made to spread joy
She was made to give hope
She was made to make others laugh
She was made to help humankind
She was made to embrace kindness
She was made to touch souls
She was made to praise God
For I am she and will always be
Kung biktima tayo ng nakaraan
Hahayaan na lang ba natin na hanggang doon na lang?
Kung pede naman balikan
Bakit hindi natin subukan
Kung sa tingin mo dapat natin ipagpaliban
Ang pag-ibig na sana’y walang hanggan
Para san pa na ating pinangako
Ang walang katapusan?
Oo, nananiniwala ako sa kabilang buhay
Ngunit kailangan pa bang hintayin iyon
Upang makapiling ka?
Upang masabi na hindi sayang ang bawat umaga?
Bakit di natin subukan…
Ang balikan ang nakaraan?
Ng ating matikman ang tamis ng kasalukuyan
Patungo sa magandang kinabukasan
Weekend on my toes, it felt 100% right. Until I was rushed to the ER.
Let me recall how it started. I just finished my 2nd bottle of San Mig Apple and starting my third one when I felt the need to pee. It was all a-okay. When I went back outside, I was able to utter a few lines from one of my favorite OPM songs “Hiling” by Paramita. Then I felt this sudden twist in my lower stomach. A shooting 30/10 of pain rushed through me. I excused myself again and tried to assess myself while walking towards the washroom. Forgive the term but I felt like I was on s*it hole. I am gonna pass out, I knew it, I heard stories of “this is how I felt before passing out” and it was completely it. “You have to let me in first, I am gonna pass out” I said to the guy before me. Which he did and I guess I scared him to death because the look on my face was really different.
I entered the bathroom, locked myself in. The lady I saw in the mirror was not me. I looked like Snow White rolled into sweat. I tried to gag thinking if I puke it would make me feel better. Wrong, didn’t help at all. Now it’s getting worse and I don’t have my bag with me. I can’t sit on the toilet, it’s not clean and the germs are all over! (Why am I so vain even when in pain!? Guess it’s natural). So I unlocked the door, asked for some tissue and said sorry to the guy who’s still waiting. I sat down and this is where the agony started. The excruciating pain was back, I am not sure it has something to do with my “period” but this was insane. This time I can no longer hold it. I can’t remember how long I was there but all I can see were my hands trembling from lack of oxygen. Then I heard my friends knock, they asked if I was okay and I answered “No, I am not”. Forgive me friends if I can’t open the door at that time, I tried but my left hand was too short and my energy level was at -0. After a few minutes, they were able to open to the door. Now I do not want to share the chaotic details of what happened inside. I am just thankful that my two girls, Ampy and Hilds were there with me. I knew the ABC’s (Airway, Breathing, Circulation) but just can’t move. I know in an emergency you have to unhook tight clothing etc. and give some air. I asked my friends to unhook my bra, fan me endlessly and all that. A few minutes passed and I really thought I was gonna be okay. BUT the pain never left. So I have no choice but to agree in having an ambulance transport me to the ER.
The doctor said its severe abdominal cramps but just to be sure I need to have a check up to rule out urinary stones. So there I go, hooked on an IV fluid and spent the rest of my stay laughing my heart out at the Emergency Room.
To all my friends who were there, you know who you are, thank you
Been in bed for quite a long time now. I don’t have much energy liked I used to so I got hooked on browsing Pinterest and saw this poem. A sad but true one.
You can twist me in a blanket of pains
Even pull me close to your warmth
But I guarantee you
I will be able to untangle myself from the sorrows
And the times you caused my heart to bleed
Will soon be forgotten
Big thanks to Jona, owner of My Stormless Sky blog for this award. I have to apologize if I was not able to respond as soon as you have given me this award. Yes, everything has been busy, like a whirlwind romance but I’m back.
So without further ado, here are 7 facts about me:
1.) I am addicted to cleaning my room, it has become one of my weekend habits.
2.) My love for indie english or non-english (with english translations of course) is doubling-up. If you have any suggestions, please don’t be shy to place the details at the comment box below
3.) I collect handwritten letters.
4.) When I feel down, I love reading quotes. No specific authors or subjects, I just read until I feel I am fed up with all the optimism that I need.
5.) I find Lady Gaga, Miley Cyrus and Katy Perry very entertaining, maybe because I am weird too and I can relate to them.
6.) Starbucks Iced Tea with Mint syrup for me is the perfect choice if you want something to kick off your day aside from coffee.
7.) I miss my blog, like a millionth fold.
Now it’s time to pass the award, sorry if I only got 5 bloggers at this time. Always remember you are versatile!
Dredd is Here
25 Peso Cup Noodles
You Think You Can Blog
No Words Included
Mom’s bag, sissy’s cam and errrr… old pink nail polish on a Sunday
A daily habit of taking a photo of my feet. Wherever, any time!
Check out the rest of the Daily Post entries here
The other day, I was browsing through my phone and found this photo. It was my lovely niece Caitlyn who took this shot and she caught my happiness on camera. I remember I was sort of dancing then she said “Tita, can I use your cam?”. Little did I know I was her subject, oh such a sweet lil’ kid.
She did set a reminder that I must not waste my life on worry and live the moment (all the time) and when the end comes… DIE HAPPY.