AndieCrafts

Another earthquake in Japan killing, so far, 9, and injuring hundreds. Hasn’t it been just a few weeks ago (roughly two months, if my memory serves me right), since something tragic hit Myanmar and China? Today is a school day, but instead of wearing my pristine white uniform, I had to wear a jacket over my white blouse, and a pair of sweatpants, to my 5:30AM work. It almost took 30 minutes to get to work (compared to the ususal 10-15 minutes), and by the time that I did, my top was wet all the way to the elbows and my pants all the way to my knees, and I was shivering in the cold and  hoping that my supposedly waterproof bag did its job (which it thankfully did). Did I mention that I got this wet by having my mom deliver me only to the kanto of our subdivision (because she once dared to challenge the floods of Matina, Davao City, and lost badly, and wasn’t about to challenge her fate anytime soon, or for the rest of her life for that matter), waited for a ride under the feeble protection of my extremely large umbrella, got a ride (multicab. The taxis were all taken.), prayed with all my might that the car would be safe from the harms brought about by the easily-flooded area near Buffet Palace in Matina, then walked 50 meters under unforgiving rain and over more unforgiving puddles-turning-the-Nile?

I have long since stopped believing in concidences, and am not about to start anytime soon. We are the culprits, people! Imagine a 0.8-degree-Celsius increase in international temperature doing all these things! Want to see what happens after 5.2 degrees more? I don’t! And I might never live to see it, seeing as how this day might eliminate all of us, or, well, leave only the fittest, which doesn’t leave enough room for me in the picture. Damn, I hate it when I try my best to do something good, but everything else seems to be against me.

To all the human beings reading this: let us all congratulate ourselves and give each other a pat on the back for destroying our world bit by bit! Congratulations, people! CONGRATULATIONS!

I am not against Global Warming and Climate Change. All I am is for Environmental Preservation.

I AM FOR THE EARTH AND AGAINST NOTHING!!!!!

Oh boy.

I have been on house arrest by the Health Department of Andie’s Ecosystem for two days now. Caught a bug last Tuesday or Wednesday. Had my throat itching like crazy last Thursday. Had a few people say I was either acting weird, was hot (would have preferred “looked hot,” though, haha) or warm to the touch, or didn’t look too well last Friday. By then, I was throwing a couple of throaty and phlegm-ish fireworks once in a while. Came home breathless, and had to wake a gazillion times during my sleep due to the same reason. Woke up at 6-going-7 on Saturday, again, breathless. Took me an hour to get properly propped up in bed, took another 2 hours before I could get myself out of bed. Texted Menchie I wouldn’t be able to come for our 9-12 class, which, luckily, our teacher didn’t show up for (why am I not surprised?). Took another 2 hours before I could muster the energy (and enough air) to go downstairs. Ate breakfast (took me an hour to swallow five spoonfuls of rice. Think “swallow food then catch breath for 10 minutes” over and over again.), then settled down on the couch. Spent the entire day on the couch by the way, trying to find the best position that was relaxing but didn’t render me breathless. Took some medicine (corticosteroids, if you must know), and found myself almost vomiting almost a dozen of times, while trying to produce some cough as if they were to be sold at a hundred bucks per mL (but what it was simply doing was give me 3 minutes of oh-so-heavenly-and-undisturbed breathing.). Thought I’d be feeling better by night, which might enable me to join the Editorial Seminar at school, but boy, was I wrong. Found the perfect position, by the way, on the floor, while having my head and back propped up on an arm of the couch. Didn’t eat lunch, seeing as how agonizing breakfast was. Was ravenous by 6 pm, and ate a cupful or rice with some tuna hotdog and some bread rolls. All in all, I had 60 mg of Prednisone (a corticosteroid, the usual culprit for most of my weight gain), 10 mg of Montelukast (an anti-asthma medication), and 30 mg of Ambroxol (mucolytic). Thought I’d have gained weight by night due to the Prednisone, but managed to lose instead. Cool.

(Took a break)

Just took a quick shower. Didn’t bathe yesterday (gross, I know) due to fear of drowning. I have had this experience before where I had an equally bad asthma attack and yet stubbornly took a bath. Guess who came out of the bathroom crawling like Sadako? Anyway, I didn’t bathe due to fear of drowning and because I had but few ammos left on my inhaler and was not about to waste them on a near-drowning incident.

I’m feeling much better today but I could not walk for longer than five minutes at a time. So I was left home to, well, rest. But they’re home now, and I guess this post is enough for today.

I’m having these insane stomach aches right now, and I’m wondering if either my kidneys are failing or I’m having ulcer, both due to my meds. Hmmm…

First week was great. I managed to show up early for all of my classes on the first two days and went AWOL on three of my four classes on the third due to my passport application (Hoorah! Finished it in one day!). Everyone managed to notice that I gained weight, which was cool, meaning, people saw me. It was a negative remark, gaining weight and all considering my already fat ass, but then if people noticed you, there might still be a chance that they cared. Might come in handy someday.

I’m not in the mood to write in this blog anymore. I don’t know. Maybe keeping private diaries have more advantages than I gave them credit for. However, it’s good to have people know the exact things going on in my head just so when things start getting jiggy then messy with them, I get the chance to say “You can’t say you weren’t warned!” Man, am I dying to use that line! Anyway, I have this young blog lying around somewhere, but I haven’t the guts to have every one of my friends knowing everything, as in, EVERYTHING (YES! I PLACE EVERYTHING THERE!). Think of this new blog as a private diary however everyone has the chance to read it, and yet nobody, at least no one that I know of or someone I know but doesn’t know it’s me, ever does.

I’m listening to the hit Kalasag song last year: Boston by Augustana. Makes me feel like going away again. Oh the nostalgia.

Anyway, This is probably the most incoherent post I have ever made in a while. Better end it while I still have the chance.