Category: Story of my Life

The featured photos used in this blog were probably the last shots I took in my old accomodation. Did I miss it? Partly yeah but my happiness of finally getting myself out from Saint Matthews outweighs whatever sentimental emotions I may have with my white room. Those unpleasant encounters with my old accomodation served as a good riddance for without it I won't be forced to find a flat to live by my own. Yes, you've read it right pretty Mommas. I am now settling well staying in my place I call as my personalized hideout. Just me with nobody... Read More

Almost two weeks had past before I finally got the courage to write this piece of story regarding the cross I am carrying. It may not be as detailed as some of the information may needed to be withheld for some legal reasons. Can we start this post by asking on how am I? I don't know too how to answer this question. Coping I should say. I am not okay pretty Mommas. I am running out of steam seeking for justice. Yes, I am firing in anger to get what is mine. What exactly happened? To make the story... Read More

Big drops of rain poured non stop this afternoon while walking around the city centre during my second rest day but I'm crazily loving every chilly wind hitting my cheeks. Gloomy weather excites me since I was a kid. God I miss this kind of coldness. I got my umbrella with me. Ever ready stroller as you may call it. Yay! Enjoying each step on a puddle of water then a little splash damping my shoes. Is that what happens when you got too many night shift duties for the month?LOL. Hey pretty Mommas July is about to end today,... Read More

My feet was moving nonstop as the day progressed during my last shift. Not yet done with the first task and there came another Doctor's order for me to comply. It was a never ending completion of jobs to finish on that day. I didn't mind at all doing lots of orders. However, I felt terribly shattered. I'm always carrying a little candle within my heart firing with enthusiasm believing my day will be absolutely fine no matter how busy the ward is. Heavy workload isn't new to me anymore. My resilience to it is already proven unbeatable. What usually... Read More

Spending a quite sweaty morning alone doing my routine gym activity with my headset in place playing the same music all over again. Guess what song was on repeat mode? It's Get Ugly by Jason Derulo. I would prefer to listen to an upbeat song when I'm running as it distracts me from getting too concentrated with my exhaustion and inspires me more to push myself harder with every rhythmic stresses of the music. Amazing with how my endurance can now withstand running for an hour without breaks in between. I don't have plans yet of joining  any marathon. Just... Read More

"When are you going to work again Poppet?" one of my service users asked me when I was about to end my shift. I wonder why most of them call me this term but when I searched on what's the English meaning of this endearment, I was touched. I'm blessed to have met such sweet wonderful people in this lifetime at work. "I'll be back tomorrow to see you smile again," my genuine response of eagerness to work with the same bay the following night. How was the first graveyard shift? It wasn't as relaxed as I pictured it out... Read More

Adrenaline coursed through my veins with layers of sweat covering my face running down to my nape as I kept my breathing steady, I did push myself harder and faster moving my limbs running on a treadmill. Forty minutes had passed but I was still running like I was chased by an unknown monster ready to grab my hair. I've noticed the old man curiously looking at me on when would I ever stop running. If I could see the bubble thought on his head, he must have wondered if I was a damsel in distress. My mind was frantic... Read More

The clock was ticking while I was patiently waiting in queue for my name to be called yesterday. Half an hour had past still I was on the same spot with my headset on trying to divert my attention to the music rather than giving in to my building irritation of waiting. After fifteen minutes more, a staff had seen me and thankfully he managed to cater my needs for the day. Though I was almost at the end of my rope, the attendant pacified my raging hormone by saying the word,"SORRY!" How often do we say this? Maybe once... Read More

This chilly breezing night with raindrops heard from my window pane sets my mood to trigger my solitude time. Let's start writing working fellas! I've just finished reading two Japanese Manga compilation of horror stories by Junji Ito this week. Isn't that obvious how much I loved them enabling me to completely read the books in three days to be exact. Crazy Manga fan reader, I am! A co-Cebuano and a Filipino nurse I recently gotten to know with happened to post his new purchased book online. Without any sense of hesitation, I asked Joseph questions as to where he... Read More

While reading some articles online I came across with the  famous verse stating,"Idle hands are the devil’s workshop; idle lips are his mouthpiece." I couldn't agree more to the message for I share the same sentiments when it comes to how I spend my day especially during rest days. Just to clarify being idle is different to getting a good rest after a tiring job. Idle for me simply means choosing to be lazy to do things which we are supposed to be doing. It's like living with no purpose, opting to be unproductive if you can certainly  do the... Read More

I always do have that perception in the past that if people will work abroad especially in western countries, life will get easier compared to how things are going back home. Many still got the same way of thinking like mine typically to those who haven't tried working miles away from their homeland. Am I correct or am I totally CORRECT? Choose your answer between the two. Lol. Well, we can't blame them as it is what they usually observe on how the life of an overseas worker improve after working for quite sometime earning a currency higher than a... Read More

How should I start describing my day? I honestly don't how to say it in words. It was a mixture of memory provoking events, I guess. Would you like to know why? My morning started with something incredible. Yes, I successfully enrolled myself into a gym. I never knew it's going to be that exciting, seriously. I wanted to release all those negative emotions of mine hidden somewhere through sweating. Getting exhausted made all my worries and all the aches gone for a moment. You should try one as well. Morning was quite productive. Yey! The business is called Nuffield... Read More

It's a consistent response of mine to get terribly emotionally troubled whenever I am about to take a major examination. I posted my journey when I took my CBT entitled Apprehensions, in case you wanted to know how I dealt with it. Few steps I've discussed which may help you clear your mind before your exam date. These past few days was somehow like a roller coaster of soul-stirring series of events. Can you imagine how difficult it was to combat such struggle alone without your family with you? It wasn't easy. From the moment when I knew about our... Read More

If I am going to let you score your pain with zero as no pain and ten as the worst how would you rate it?" This is the best suitable question for me today to describe my headache on my way home. I would rate it as seven. Yes, it was extremely painful! Maybe because of the cold rainy weather in which my body isn't liking it at ALL when I am out of the house. Thank you Ren for the paracetamol tablet to ease my discomfort. That's the benefit of having a nurse friend.(wink) Thanks God I am finally... Read More

It's my favorite time to sit in front of my study table after my long day, alone with my headset popped inside my ears listening to some old OPM music (Original Pilipino Music) because I can finally relax and have some ME time. It's a helpful habit beautiful mommas to release unwanted negativities of the day. Try it sometimes. How was my day today? I'm happy to explore some stores near my house accommodation. Good thing few of them were open today though it's a bank holiday in the UK. Their bank holidays here is equivalent to our legal holidays... Read More

I am writing this post as the bright day is slowly changing into a black curtain drape of the night and while listening to some 90's slow rhythm love song. Writing makes my whole senses calm when I felt like all the pressures thrown for me to face is starting to squeeze every bit of sanity left in me. It's like a soft melody soothing my tired self. If you could imagine that. During the mass today, Father Dawson mentioned something about the joy of success. He explained that in the road towards success we are expected to meet hardships... Read More