The Kindness of Strangers

I was heading home last night and I was at the LRT station waiting for the train to arrive. Three trains have already passed by bursting with people all wanting to go home. A few more minutes a mob of people eager to get home was at the train platform. It was hot, humid, and there was no wind blowing.

That's when I started to feel a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. No, this can't be happening again, I thought. Two years ago, in December, I fainted at the LRT station inside the train. I recall I was standing and when I woke up I was seated and people were fanning my face. Two years later I did collapse again.

I was certain I was going to die. It felt like I was dying. And no, I'm not exaggerating. I'm claustrophobic, by the way, and that doesn't help either. I started to yawn - a sign that oxygen-rich blood was not reaching my brain. And the I broke out a cold, clammy sweat. I knew I was going to pass out when I felt a thousand pins and needles endlessly piercing through my neck and the base of my head. Then, I lost consciousness, everything went black. I fell to the platform floor and it was a good thing the lady behind me (with her good reflexes - thank God) rushed to cradle my head before I totally hit the pavement.

Next thing I knew, a guy was holding me by the armpits (dyahe moment) and seated me in a chair the security personnel was offering. They fanned me, gave me water and candies, and applied White Flower on my forehead. That was Andrea and her friends. Andrea even accompanied me all the way to my station.

I'm overwhelmed with gratitude to these people who helped during this brain-zapped moment. This post is not enough to thank them, I know. So in return, I'll pay it forward to another soul.

Adrift
my mind's not asleep
stark contrasts
emblazoned in the abyss
of my thoughts
like rolling waves in a sea
like a montage
of swift images
so true but empty.

Weight Gain Blues

As per the ideal weight calculator, my ideal weight range is 55 - 57 kilograms. I am, what, currently only 45 kgs. Which means I have gain 10 - 12 kilograms. BRING IT ON. I am not at all obsessed with my weight but if this means I can eat more than I do, well, that's freakin' good. LOL.


Follow this link to compute for your Ideal weight:http://www.xenical.com.ph/idealbodyweight.html

What do you do All day?

I chanced upon this book while I was browsing through Booksale in search of a second-hand “Perfume”. I’m trying to find every book in the “1,001 books you must read before you die” list. I was debating on whether to get “The Color Purple” or “What Do you do all day?” and I finally purchased the latter, thinking I’ve glossed its title over the 1,001 list. Surprise, surprise. I reviewed the list come Monday to cross it out (yeah, I know what a geek I am) and I realized it wasn’t there.

Anyway, I’ve been reading through a couple of chick lit recently and I enjoyed reading this book. It’s about the modern American stay-at home mom who most of the time thinks about the things they miss when they decide to stay at home completely with their kids. The thing I liked about the book is that it’s not at all dramatic, no woe-is-me moments. It’s narrated in a breezy tone; humorous and well-written. The kind of book that’s simple enough to capture the mundane, so that the readers also understand well enough the dilemmas presented in the plot.

I guess the gist of the novel is that you cannot have the best of both worlds. Working mom or housewife, there will be certain things that you will need to sacrifice once you’ve chosen which path you want to take. The key is in appreciating what it is you’ve got and find a way to fill in what you think is missing.

It was a good weekend read. I also liked the popsicle-stained book cover. :)

Blog Lag.

Four-month lag, that is.

In between February and June were a flurry of things I got caught up with. I've put up a new travel and food blog, got a lot of work done, survived a hideous looking haircut, watched as my thesis partner moved to Singapore,and quarreled with good old friends while on vacation. All in four months' work.

I kept putting off writing in this side of the web because I might just be babbling away (like right now)insignificant things just for the sake of writing something in this blank space. But, hey, this is my blog. Heehee.

The thing is, the fact that I'm writing here means I need to practice writing again. Being on blog leave doesn't necessarily (or at all) sharpen my writing skills (if I have any, at all). So, you can expect more 'regular' posts here from now on. And no more, 4 month lag in the near future.