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Stitches and Scar

2012-01-17T14:56:00.000-08:00

As I was browsing my wall photos in facebook, the memory of this January 2011 incident flashed back. I couldn't believe what happened that day. We caught a teenage thief inside the house when we got home from the church. I asked him what he was doing there. He was crying and could barely speak. Maybe he didn't expect to be caught (of course he wouldn't expect it). He was left alone by his accomplices. When I was screaming for help from the neighbors, he was trying to escape. He hit my mom and bit my little sister. He also punched me in my face. We tried to stop him with all our force until we all stumbled down the floor. I saw a (clothes) hanger made of wood and wire on the table and I beat him forcefully and repeatedly. I felt so weak after that, then people from the neighborhood came to rescue. I realized I had a stab wound on my right arm when my sister saw it bleeding. They called the police then the thief was brought to jail. But since he was a minor, he wouldn't be jailed and would just be turned over to Department of Social Welfare and Development (DSWD). That boy is living in a community which is tolerant of offending crimes as their normal way of living. He comes from a dysfunctional family and his parents are jobless. I pity the boy though I was angry of what he did to my family. We made the parents promise to be watchful of their son and that he is not allowed anymore to even lay his foot on the entire village because the moment he'd step right there and would be caught again for stealing, he would be punished by the people from there who were fuming mad of the rampant stealing that was happening in the village. The boy's mother even told us we could kill her son if he'd be caught again stealing. Of course, we are not killers! All I wanted was proper justice be served.

I realized that it's been a year since it happened. The wound has healed though the scar will remain. This is the so-called BRAVERY scar. It could have been worse but I'm so thankful that me and my family are alive. God is good all the time!

Back to Old Page

2012-01-17T13:19:00.000-08:00

I have always admired people who are good in speaking and writing. I wish I was as good as them. Lately, I have been reading a celebrity's blog (whom I follow on twitter) and I was inspired to try it again since I have already started it long before. I couldn't remember when was the last time I wrote an online journal. So I thought of doing it again. I made a new page but my mind couldn't think of anything to write and share. When my sister knew about it, she sent me the link of the old blog page I have. I was surprised! I totally forgot about it. So I tried to retrieve the password to access my old account. Followed the password reset process then in less than a minute I was updating my profile. I was laughing when I got to read again what I had to write before in my journal. Well, I have nothing more to say but goodluck to me. I hope I can share more thoughts, happenings, and experiences in this page.

My Blood Type

2008-08-24T20:02:00.000-07:00

Every Sunday, me and my cousin would go to the mall (which is just a walking distance from our place) after mass. It became a habit that we eat at fast food after our Sunday obligation. On our way to exit, we saw a medical booth with sign board which offers to check blood pressure, blood type, and the sugar level. I got interested in knowing my blood type since (obviously) I don't know what my blood type is. I saw a donation box so i guessed I just had to donate any amount for the service but I still asked how much would it cost me and the nurse told me I just had to pay 60 pesos. I thought it was just a donation but anyway, I still wanted to try. After he took a little amount of blood in my finger, he used the glass slide to drop the blood on it. He mixed them with antigen A and antigen B. The blood which was mixed with antigen B showed blood clots. So my blood type is B. The liquid portion of my blood (plasma) has antibodies that fight against type A blood. If the clotting is formed in blood mixed with antigen A, you have type A blood. Your plasma has antibodies that fight against type B blood. If both, you have type AB blood. Your plasma does not have antibodies against type A or type B blood. If none, you have type O blood. I was amazed 'coz I learned something for the day. At least I know now what my blood type is. thinking of donating blood? Hmmmm...I can't tell for now but who knows...If I can save a life for doing it, why not!

U-NICKNAME

2008-08-24T19:23:00.000-07:00

A name is a title by which any person or thing is known or designated. Everyone is given a name. A lot of you may be using the same name but there's only you in this world. Some love their names because they were given nice names which are good to hear but some hate theirs because people would make fun of their names. I can't say I love my name that much but I don't even hate it 'coz I can't think of any name that could change it (if I were to change it). When I was young, people would always misspell my name and I hate it whenever it was misspelled. I would always correct it. But when I was in college and my birth certificate was needed for an important matter, I found out that my name there is misspelled. I got mad and so frustrated but to avoid complications, I had to accept the fact that my name which spelled as HEIDI became HAIDE. I had to live with it everyday. It was hard for me to write it down until I got used to it. There was nothing I could do anyway. So I don't really care anymore whether people misspell it or not (it's misspelled forever).

Anyway, I still have a unique nickname. Most of the people I encounter at work would say that. They would ask me how to pronounce it everytime they see my nameplate because according to them it's not easy. I don't think so. My friends call me by my nickname. As far as I can remember, they were the ones who first called me by that nick. They spell it in ordinary way and I spell it in special and unique way. My friends spell it as HEIDS and I spell it as HEYDZ. Uniquely spelled, right?!?! Well, of course I would always agree. It's my nickname anyway. Whether you agree or not, you don't have the right to argue.

A Tragic Experience

2008-08-13T05:13:00.000-07:00

When I passed the six-month probi period of my current job, I already had reason to celebrate but something happened unexpectedly...It was on February 27, 2008 when I noticed three bumps on my body while taking a bath. I accidentally pricked the one on my hip. I freaked out as I thought immediately of it as symptoms of chicken pox. When I got to the branch, I asked my officemate if the bumps I had were signs of chickenpox and she confidently said "Yes!" and started informing everyone that I had chickenpox. They started avoiding me and would tell me to go home. I called the HR to ask how many leave of absences I was allowed and to inform them about my situation. To further convince me about the disease, I went to our clinic at the head office and ask the doctor about it. She confirmed that it was really chickenpox. Yes, it's confirmed! It's chickenpox! Oh my gosh! What should I do?! There was no way to escape from the bad situation. It was one of the things I was afraid to happen. I was thinking of what would happen after, if it would leave alot of scars on my face (which I never wanted to happen). On the same day I bought a plane ticket because I thought it would be better if I would go home. I took the flight the next day. The one hour and a half ride wasn't easy. I was so uncomfortable 'coz I was chilling and felt that the symptoms were getting worse. I had two weeks vacation and I never enjoyed it. Good thing I was able to see my family and some friends who came to visit. I pity myself everytime I looked at the mirror. My face was full of bumps. I could hardly eat. It was miserable! When I was already ok (just ok) and ready to report to work, I had to leave home though I still didn't want to. Before going to work, I had to apply concealer, cream, liquid foundation, loose powder, and make up to conceal all the dark spots that the disease caused me. Imagine how hard it was to apply it all on my face. I was always conscious infront of my clients. Fotunately, only few questioned me about it. Maybe others thoguht I might get offended if they'd ask but those few who asked were very sympathic. A doctor client asked me what happened 'coz she remembered I never had any spots on my face before. I told her the story and she felt sorry for me. I had to deal with the scars and dark spots everyday. I did regular facial and used creams to lessen the spots, plus the products sent by my beloved sis.

Until now I'm still in the process of healing. At least I'm down to three applications before make up-spot corrector, pearl cream, and loose powder. Bye-bye concealer and heavy liquid foundation! I maybe have to live with the little scars (which are tolerable) forever but I never wanted to live with dark spots. So I'm taking all the effort to finally say goodbye to them. Hope To get favorable results soon!

This is it!

2008-08-08T22:35:00.000-07:00

It's been over a year now since I had my last blog in my fs account. According to my sis, blogging is the "in" thing now. I have always wanted to do this but unfortunately, I didn't have much time for blogging since I got a job. Since I'm away from home, I don't have with me my PC. I have to rent if I need to use internet so I have limited time to use the net unlike before. When she sent me our friend's (her bestfriend) blog site, I was so amazed! He is so good in writing. I never knew that though I know he's intelligent. My sis told me that he's really good at it. So I posted a comment on his site (through sis) to commend him for doing a good blog. And now here I am starting my own. Thanks to my Sis, Hazel and her bestfriend, Ecko! I'll be filling this soon.