I’m on vacation right now and the past week has just been so amazing with lots of fun in the sun and fun after-hours (and lack of sleep). Haven’t been in front of a computer ever since but I’ve been on BIS the whole time so here’s a glimpse of the the island from my phone. I’d like to upload more but it’s sorta a bitch uploading photos from a BlackBerry.
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The Lenten season is always a sensitive/sentimental time for me. It was 3 years ago when I found out my mom had Breast Cancer. I won’t elaborate on how it happened but I remembered it being the Holy Week when we found out exactly. I wasn’t so scared then but I was definitely worried. I was trying to be strong, all the while subcionsciously gathering my fear in unknown places because I was more scared after everything passed. During that time I remember being really thankful to my bestest friends for being there for me all the way, especially Noemi and Chino who stuck through one full day with me when my mom was in the operating bed in the neighboring country Singapore while I was stuck in Jakarta wondering what the hell was happening to my life and how it came this way.
I don’t usually dwell on my mom’s sickness but sometimes (like now) I can’t help but feel like crying when I think about how much she went through and how strong she is having to go through all of it and be a survivor. Having been there during all her chemo sessions and driving her to a month’s woth radiation treatment, I got to see it and not once she had the face of wanting to give up or give in. I wish I was as strong as her =] her oncologist was even in awe of her inner strength. Of course she had her weak moments, but it was something I quickly erased from my head.
I was brought up by religious values and even though didn’t turn out to be the most religious person I do not dismiss the fact that our family has really been blessed through all of this. It’s been 3 years and every single day my mom continues to live and beat all the circumstances. With her superb health she’s fighting her demons, to this day. Someday I will too. Good night.
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March had been such a good month to me, and even though I started April on a not so healthy note, I know it’s going to be better. The streak of great weekends hasn’t stopped yet and I hope it never does. I don’t even want to rest anymore! Things are definitely looking up, so here are the things I’m most looking forward to:
Before I list down a credit card bill’s worth of what I’m excited for I probably won’t stop. It’s probably too spazzy (even for my me–especially when I read it later on) so I will stop right here. Here’s to an awesome April!
The past two days my one true companion has been the tissue box. One thing I hate about being sick BESIDES being sick itself is how much tissue I waste because of blowing my nose or coughing out germs. It’s so bad for the environment but it’s the fastest way to go. I’ve been going to the office because I can’t afford to stay home. I’ve only been working here 3 months and I’m leaving for the Philippines at the end of this month for a vacation and I really don’t wanna waste that just coz I have the flu. The good thing about working here is that we have a company doctor who comes in a couple of times a week so I got myself checked and he prescribed some meds so I hope I’ll be good to go because my nose, lungs and throat are so so worn out already it’s annoying. Sleep has been okay, but waking up with your nose blocked is certainly not the way to go. This is my first flu of the year and I’m actually surprised it waited until April, it’s probably my health telling me to slow down because March has been such a full month with barely any rest.
I used to get sick a lot late last year because I was really bad with vitamins and when I started taking them my immune system definitely improved. The doctors (and my dad) speculate that it’s due to my expanding tonsils, which I think is due for a tonsillectomy anytime soon. I get tonsillitis almost every few months. My mom won’t allow me to have mine taken out because she thinks it’s going to ruin my singing voice and she says, “If a tonsil is part of your insides it’s not meant to be taken out.” My dad says otherwise though, he’s had his tonsils out and he says he’s never felt better, he hardly gets sick because of the littlest things anymore (which I have been experiencing as of late). I’m torn now and it’s definitely up to me when I want to have that tonsillectomy, before everything becomes worse.
Oh well, here’s a get well soon to myself!
Thanks to Helga I was able to read Sweet Valley Confidential during the weekend. It was the kind of book that was so bad it was good. The first few chapters up until the middle had such bad writing. Not really writing per se, but the words used to describe feelings and anger were so self-centered and shallow that it was hard not to laugh at the ridiculousness of some parts. Some recent trends came out forced for example social networking sites like Facebook and Twitter that were mentioned but not in the way where they seemed cool and hip. More like a, “Try hard much?” kind of reaction. Don’t even get me started on the music. Beyonce? Justin Timberlake? Even Hanna from Pretty Little Liars listens to Elliot Smith and even HER MOM knew she listened to Elliot Smith. It was a great light read and all too hilarious, you couldn’t take it seriously. The descriptive narrating became too much for me at times. Of course the reason I read it wasn’t because of the writing, it was beyond that. I grew up with the series so it was just fitting that I go back and re-live it. Sweet Valley was still Sweet Valley. People didn’t really move on and were still the same as much they wanted to change that, as much as the writer wanted to change that.
What I liked about the book was that I didn’t really know how it would end. I guess I was too caught up with how amusing the writing style was that I didn’t really think about how the story was gonna close. I wasn’t mindblown, more like pleasantly surprised. The hate which Elizabeth had for Jessica in the beginning was so strong it was hard to believe that twins would ever rekindle again, but they did of course. As how all happy endings should be. I don’t wanna give out too much about the book, but my conclusion is that, it tried too hard. Would I want a follow-up book? Why not? I’m always game for more Sweet Valley.
