My Rumailah-Al Amal Hospital Day

I walked like two times of PNoval to Lacson under the heat of the sun and amidst the slaps of the sandstorm to reach Al Amal Hospital.

Tito James dropped me by here. This was my first destination at the place. It’s called Female Waiting Area of Outpatients in Rumailah Hospital.

Here is another stock of sand that was carried by the wind.

Here is evidence, piled sand due to sand storm.

This is the third “outpatient female waiting area” that I have been into, subsequent to Al Amal’s outpatient female waiting area. This is located at Rumailah Hospital. Tita Rhain saw me here after telling her that I have passed by yellow balloons and I am near a food chain.

Hello Main Entrance :>

In this picture is the last waiting area that I had stayed at. This is located at the 8th assembly point just at the back of my first destination. I therefore conclude that I had walked 360 degrees of the place. What an exercise! But no, I was weighed and nothing changed. It’s still something to be ashamed of although the nurse said “Oh! That’s the ideal weight.” She wasn’t able to consider the height. Er!

From the time I saw her until the time that I didn’t anymore, I was overly curious if she is a Filipina. The way she walks, the way she clothed herself tells me that she is, but the way she speaks contradicts that. As a non-pro hearer, she is very good in Arabic maybe because of the length of stay here in the Middle East or the effort for the abnormal boy that she takes care of.

Dizziness and the lack of sense of direction made me lose my way to the main entrance. I don’t know what his nationality is but he led me to the main entrance without anything in return. He has nothing to do there, he just, accompanied me. He even ignored other staff that calls out at him. Thank God for such an angel.

While waiting for Tito James.

I have reached the main door! Thank God!

She left her things for a phone call. I hope this could also be done in the Philippines.

She was the one who left her things for a phone call. This is a blur because the IPod caught her attention. Shing!

I was really hungry but I am a needy. I don’t have money allocated for personal expense.

I'm going to bed. Good morning doha. Good night for me.

Red-skinned mammal

For a couple of weeks now, I have been depressed with how my skin turned overly red and full of cracks. Then here is this random man who came from somewhere enrollment for his kids, who would great me and praise me, would then notice my condition and will tell me a word “yuck!” What the F***! 

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Hamad

Health privileges offered for Qatar residents had benefited me now, yesterday actually. I was in Hamad for check-up of what the red circles over my arms and legs are and additional allergies on my chest. So these are what vacation brought me, a lot more skin problems. I remember when I was in grade 6, I started to get rid of my pimples on my face, then I got over it but allergies on my back appeared and now it spread over my arms and legs. Er. :( I can’t help to be sad. I think it’s very disgusting. Subract 1 from confidence, esteem and happiness.

While waiting for my turn.

The doctor asked her if she felt the earth was spinning. He only meant dizziness

nurse who called out my name

First ever successful shot of my mom using my IPod

bubbly momma.

View from my bed

Peek-a-boo!

Blue bracelet. I'm glad it isn't red.

They are Egyptian-Qatari sisters and they are with their Egyptian mom. They removed the curtain that partitioned our cubicles because they needed more space. They thought I am alone but my mom was just sitting near. Their mother does not speak English and I don’t speak Arabic. We dealt with hand signals and lots of descriptions for a single word such as, insect – a black thing that crawls out of the bed when it is dark, which multiplies daily, crawl – (hand signals of pointer and middle finger walking). I enjoyed talking to them even if it took us minutes to understand a certain phrase. The daughters could speak the language but I’m not quite sure if it is the shallowness of vocabulary or the different pronunciation that prolonged the mutual understanding. Thank you for the triangular peanuts :> 

Taylor Swift Back to December

I'm so glad you made time to see me
How's life? Tell me, how's your family?
I haven't seen them in a while

You've been good, busier than ever
We small talk, work and the weather
Your guard is up, and I know why

Because the last time you saw me
Is still burned in the back of your mind
You gave me roses, and I left them there to die

So this is me swallowing my pride
Standing in front of you, saying I'm sorry for that night
And I go back to December all the time

It turns out freedom ain't nothing but missing you
Wishing I'd realized what I had when you were mine
I go back to December, turn around and make it alright
I go back to December all the time

These days, I haven't been sleeping
Staying up, playing back myself leaving
When your birthday passed, and I didn't call

Then I think about summer, all the beautiful times
I watched you laughing from the passenger side
And realized I loved you in the fall

And then the cold came, the dark days
When fear crept into my mind
You gave me all your love, and all I gave you was goodbye

So this is me swallowing my pride
Standing in front of you, saying I'm sorry for that night
And I go back to December all the time

It turns out freedom ain't nothing but missing you
Wishing I'd realized what I had when you were mine
I go back to December, turn around and change my own mind
I go back to December all the time

I miss your tan skin, your sweet smile
So good to me, so right
And how you held me in your arms that September night
The first time you ever saw me cry

Maybe this is wishful thinking
Probably mindless dreaming
But if we loved again, I swear I'd love you right

I'd go back in time and change it, but I can't
So if the chain is on your door, I understand

This is me swallowing my pride
Standing in front of you, saying I'm sorry for that night
And I go back to December

It turns out freedom ain't nothing but missing you
Wishing I'd realized what I had when you were mine
I go back to December, turn around and make it alright
I go back to December, turn around and change my own mind
I go back to December all the time, all the time

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So tell me why am I in tears?

Depressing Sickness

What the hell happened? 

I can't tell you what it really is. I can only tell you what it feels like.

Seeing them succeed.

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You may not be her first, her last, or her only.
                             She loved before she may love again.
                      But if she loves you now, what else matters?
                                She's not perfect, you aren't either,
                and the two of you may never be perfect together
        but if she can make you laugh, cause you to think twice,
                 and admit to being human and making mistakes, 
                   hold onto her and give her the most you can.
                           She may not be thinking about you
          every second of the day, but she will give you a part of
                       her that she knows you can break her heart.
                  So don't hurt her, don't change her, don't analyze  
                           and don't expect more than she can give.
                             Smile when she maked you happy, 
                    let her know when she makes you mad,
                        and miss her when she's not there. 
                                                                     -Bob Marley

Fits

This is the proper time to accept that everything now is taken for granted. It wouldn’t be like how you had each other with your first 3 months. Just accept that he isn’t that suitor that will suit himself with you anymore. 

Paradox

It’s really ironic. The trust versus the questions is incomprehensible. I can’t seem to see what’s real now. 

Rush for English

Hit by a dagger of loneliness,
Never thought of one's caress
Cut by the wrath of darkness
Marked by many as useless

Not until the gun was untriggered
And the glasses clattered
The soul that had been shattered
Turned not to be mattered

Explosions of light woke me
From a dream that deprived me of bounty
Now i find myself delightly
In a place that I'll handle gently

Retina

They dropped something in my eyes thrice which made me feel dizzy. The Filipina said that it is to enlarge the  retina.

katabi kong masama tumingin

Tea/Coffee

Magrabi clinic offers tea or coffee to waiting patients.

When one of the nurses asked to another if she has a "Gonzales" patient. How I wish it was me.

nurses

Real Gonzaleses

It Is Easy To Miss Something You're Not Looking For

QP Health Service

I am about to go and found out that I have no key for our gate. So, all the fast tracks were senseless because I couldn't get out. Thanks to Tito James, he accommodated the driver. When I saw them at the living room, I was really shocked; I don't know if I should talk to them, because I could not recognize them both due to poor eyesight.

Upon arriving Qatar Petroleum Health Service, I searched for the laboratory, where my mom is. Astigmatism made my head spin so I decided to sit down for a while. I decided to walk again and when I turned my head, the sign said "Male waiting area." I headed straight, as if I didn't commit any mistake. No one let me stand anyway.

My mom introduced me to the blood lady, Tita Loise. She's a nurse there. She got blood from my mom.

We went up to see a dentist, hoping he/she could stick my falling brackets but he/she didn't.

I went out early for nothing.


Due to extreme hunger, my mom and I let the driver to pass by Marrybrown to buy food. I ate on the way home.

numbers

hallway where I lost

doctor for hearing

One of the many receptions

allowed me for eye test but not for ophta

My mom was inside and some kabayans on the other room let me sit on there office. :) Filipino Hospitality.

The hearing test was so cool. Headphones and raising of hands. HAHA! Btw, everyone was asking if  I am a daughter of my mom :)

Thought they are Filipinos but not.

Qp internet section

Waiting for our number

metal keyboard. The "mouse" I find it cool. It is like a hand massager. :P

Violet floor is weird.

Doctor who told my mom to lessen her weight needs to do the same. HAHA. She told me that her daughters were  lazier than me coz none of hers will come along with her at that early.

My mom bought food here for her, me, my sister and the driver. I remember last april 27, 2010. We three were still happy, once again. 

Trust

It’s a deadly thing when someone important does not treat you really well. The insanity of refute and the questions that are more than that of a convicted crime. In those eyes, you’ll never be good enough, you’ll always lack something and you’ll have no idea how to fill that space. 

Pilot Handwriting

Keyboard

Whenever I play the piano then type on my laptop keyboard afterwards, I notice that my fingers go faster. Maybe it is psychological, but it’s just, nothing. I have no idea with what I’m saying. Ha-ha. Just mind pops before I take a bath.

Accounting

I just feel like putting some background of me on my background. The image is very much related to my daily life starting June, Accounting’s wrath. Ha-ha! I laughed when I noticed that it is more on losses than profits and I wonder how long this company could maintain its going concern basis. Bla bla bla. 

Sam Tsui Singing King Of Anything by Sara Bareilles

He's just so cute and talented.

Ipod and Calculus

Whenever I play a game that slices jumping fruits, Fruit Ninja and Cherry in particular, I remember one calculus day. Ms. Macapagal caught me and Bianca playing my IPod in the middle of discussion. Attempting to clean our names, we had taken so many notes and paid our full attention for the rest of the discussion. I pressured myself to have higher grade for that topic too. Haha! I shared this experience to a friend and he just laughed at me and told me that at his school, that doesn't matter. The professor wouldn't care. Well, I want that school badly because for me, professor's voices are the greatest lullabies.

Life as We Know It

I just finished watching “Life as We Know It.”  Sophie’s parents died, so the best friends took over. They basically left their personal lives to be parents for her. Sweet.

Melody

I want to play the piano. I guess the melody that it produces is one of the best stress-relievers in the world, second to hug, I think. Ok, I really miss him, and his hug, it wipes away all the pain. So I jumped off from one topic to another, let me go back to playing. I just can’t because everyone is asleep. How I wish I could have a private room to unwind. Being with my family is really stressful.

Friday the 13th

Listening to a person who doesn’t even know how to do the same and just do all the talking, is just really hard to be with. I hate how I can’t freely express myself when I most need it. I hate this fucking day. 

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YouTube - Bruno Mars ft. Claude Girl I Wait [HD]

Chords vs Notes

The playing of chords as prayer background sounds unpleasant. Inability to move fingers from one key to another, having a letter as a guide, just can’t suit me. That leads me learning Yiruma’s “Maybe” but my mom reacted that it can’t be played for prayer. That’s depressing. HAHA. Anyway, the study continues. Choosing another song will be a total hassle. Good luck for me.

Great!

It's really nice being here.

Print Screen

benta lang.

Kung kelan binlog, dun nawala. Wala na ulit pasensya ko.

Strange

It started yesterday. I am having this “different” feeling towards him. I can’t understand. There’s this sort of an arrow of goodness that stroked me. Yesterday was the first time to have my patience stretched for very long. I was not annoyed, really. I don’t remember having this mood before. Oh well, by the way, I’m kind of thankful for not being pissed but I also consider the immunity of receiving that messages every day with more than 27 repetitions. I really hate “DONT’S” messages, treating me like a kid having no learning experiences in the past, but I managed to handle it for the last 48 hours. Wherever this virtue came from, please grant this forever. I hope I had deposited enough principal to make interest enough for such Perpetuity.