I’ve always wanted to donate blood, but I never liked being injected or needles, in general. but at the start of the year I decided to give it a try and lol who knew it would be addicting. At first I thought you’re only allowed to donate blood every 6 months so when I contacted someone about donating blood for a relative I gave it a shot because it was only 5 months ago when I donated blood.
My dad drove me to Philippine Heart Center to donate blood and that’s where they told me I can donate every three months (yaay!!). I know it sounds really dorky but I just love the high I get right after donating blood, I can’t really explain it but it just makes me so happy… Anywho, i’m thankful I was able to do that and with my dad.
My grandfather died in Philippine Heart Center around 30 years ago after he had a triple bi-pass surgery and that was the first time since then my dad stepped foot there and i’m glad we were able to make good memories there this time.
and so i’ve decided to donate my blood regularly, hohoho 2 months until I can donate again!!
12:48 am • 2 August 2014
Aug 2, 2014
My last post I mentioned submitting my application form for UWC, only three slots were available for the Philippines and so a week after I submitted mine I received an email that I unfortunately didn’t get in but I was invited for the summer program! The kid they chose for Luzon deserved it so much more than I did, he was a consistent honour student all throughout his life and he was homeless. Nevertheless, it just wasn’t meant to be for me.
Meanwhile, it feels like literally yesterday that my brother told me he was planning to propose to his girlfriend and that a year later they would get married. I was imagining how it would be and I remembered telling myself “wtf, i’m going to be on my 2nd year of college and I literally can’t imagine it” and now’s that time. My brother’s getting married in 6 days!!!!!!!!!!
12:40 am • 2 August 2014
February 24, 2014
Today starts the waiting game. My parents signed and mailed my application form to UWC so, here’s to hoping I get in. It’s a long shot but as I’ve said before, if it’s meant to be, it’s meant to be!
Meanwhile, I’ve been wanting a copy of Alexa Chungs “it” book but I couldn’t find it for sale in the Philippines… so I was already planning to order it over at amazon but luckily when I went to FullyBooked ATC today, someone reserved a copy of the book but never claimed it. And it was the last copy, it was also cheaper by a few hundred bucks compared to if I had it shipped by Amazon, so i’d say it was a good buy.
5:04 am • 24 February 2014 • 1 note
I need two more requirements for my application and i’m good to go, nine days until the due date and everyday I think I get more and more hopeful. I end up day dreaming about studying and living in Maastrich most of the day. If only I wasn’t swamped with school work, i’d probably go crazy. I actually really want to get accepted to the program now… *fingers crossed*
5:51 am • 6 February 2014
If it’s meant to be, it’s meant to be ♡
I’ve been sick for a week now, I would sneeze and cough every minute plus I got my period so I haven’t been going out. I’ve been confined in my room with my trusty iTunes library and cat, Ham to keep me company. Today, I changed my sheets, cleaned my room, wardrobe and all my files despite sneezing every time I flick dust away. I also finally had the proper time to fill out my Application form for UWC due in 15 days, contacted my high school teacher to write my recommendation letters, wrote my entry essays and got my head where it should be.
After dealing with all the mess and dirt of my room, taking a bath and dressing up for bed, I lit the frosted vanilla sugar oil burner set given to me by my godmother. My room now smells heavenly while I am comfortably bundled in bed with my trusty laptop day dreaming about studying in Maastricht or anywhere UWC would take me. Hoping for the best, really. If it’s meant to be, it’s meant to be.
6:57 am • 31 January 2014
You never know
I’ve always had this thought that maybe I’m adopted. I remember reading an article that said according to a study conducted 100,000 to 500,000 newborns are accidentally switched at birth every year — and given to wrong parents! Don’t get me wrong, my parents nor my siblings haven’t done anything to make me feel this way, it’s just something that popped into my head one day. I’ve more than once told my parents that maybe I’m adopted, my dad would joke about it while my mom would kind of get annoyed that I think that way and never forget to remind me I have a picture coming out of her and my response would always be “almost all babies look the same when their born!!! it’s not like i’ll look like how I was when I was newly born” and i’d always go “you never know!!!”. My mom said after I was born, she held me for awhile but then I didn’t stay in her room because she needed to “rest” so then I was brought to the nursery to get cleaned up while my Dad watched the whole thing with pictures as proof.
All my life, my mom told me my blood type was O and I believed that. but then while I was cleaning my room, I saw one of the results of my medical exam where I had a blood test and it said my blood type is A+. Right after, I went to my mom and asked, well sorta told her “Mom, you said my blood type is O, it says in my medical it’s A+….” and all she said was “What? really?” so I went in search for my baby books, baby albums and my birth certificate. It’s so frustrating how none of them show my blood type!!!!!!!! Not even my passport…..
I also remember when I told a friend of mine that I think i’m adopted and that i’ve told my parents, she got mad and said it’s kind of rude to ask your parents that. I think otherwise though, I don’t think it’s rude because they themselves might not even know that i’m not their real child… but who knows? maybe if I really can’t find any other proof of my blood type as a child then maybe its not meant for me to know :)
Blood related or not though, I love my family unconditionally. No matter what.
5:39 am • 31 January 2014
I never actually new that free writing meant unedited writing. Like I thought at first you can write whatever you want then as you go through it again, you edit out your grammar, punctuations and all that shit but apparently my professor said otherwise. I guess that means that I don’t blog but I free-write. There’s something that makes me want to vent out and write the happenings in my life this year. I feel like I have so many things to look forward to this year and I hope they would all be positively amazing things.
10:47 pm • 23 January 2014 • 1 note
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At the start of every year, most people usually say “This year’s going to be my year” “This year’s going to be amazing” and the like, and as much as I hate to say it too, I genuinely think 2014 will be a good year. 15 days into the year and for me, it seems like everyday keeps getting better and better. Happy New Year ♡
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8:55 am • 15 January 2014
My friends and I spontaneously decided to plan a trip to Singapore this summer- two days ago, minutes after deciding we really want to the trip to push through, on the same night I started planning how to ask my parents and around 15 minutes later I yes, “YOLO”ed it because the only thing stopping me from going on the trip was If I was allowed or not. I genuinely thought I wouldn’t be allowed though because the only place i’ve gone out of the country was to the States and with my family.
So I nervously asked my parents If I could go. Step one was my mom, I casually brought it up and all she said was “ok, go. Book your ticket” at that moment I was literally shaking and step two was on its way, to ask my Dad. The minute he entered the room from his jog, I said 3 sentences “I have something Important to ask you. Can I go to Singapore with Kim, Pia and Andy on May for 5 days? I’ll pay for my own ticket” and to my surprise he said “yeah ok, but i’ll pay for your ticket” and I literally screamed because one, I was allowed and two, I didn’t have to pay for my own ticket hahahaha. The next day, my dad told me to book my ticket and voila!!!!!!
It never usually takes that fast for them to agree to anything but in a matter of 10 minutes, I think I signed myself away to freedom. I guess turning eighteen has it perks, and they obviously trust me.
Here’s to an amazing trip 117 days away…
8:46 am • 15 January 2014