I hope the one particular EVIL thing that happened won't happen for the second time. It will bring me to my coffin.

Today is Church Day. We were with a housemate named Venus.

The fellowship was started by an opening remark by Sister Ana followed by the welcoming of Sister Ruth. Pastor Alex then, led the opening prayer while I played “Still” at the piano, as a background. We then listened to the inspiring message, lectured by Pastor Earnest followed by the Tithes and Offerings. I was about to play “Give Thanks” when LJ, played a music, so let it be. J We prayed over the offerings and the donations for one of our brethrens sick father. At the testimonial parts, I lift up God and shared His goodness to our family; Sister Jenny also did, after me.  For the closing, Pastor Alex, prayed for my dad’s successful operation on his left hand, tomorrow at Al Emadi Hospital.  Closing prayer was also said. We took our lunch at the hall then everyone was having small talks while I’m on my IPod, as I ate my M&M’s. 

We dropped by at Lulu to buy Baygon for our bed’s surot but we were able to buy Raid, 2 Gallons of Ice Cream, Raisins and Ritz.

And now, we’re at home.

Last night, Pastor Alex, Tita Ruth, Joshua, Papa, Mama, Cheska and I had a Bible Study. I felt a slight headache at the 1^st part of the session. It grew and grew until the end of the meeting. I wanted to rest when we were already praying but I forced myself to stay. Immediately after the prayer, I rushed myself upstairs and took a bath. I thought the dizziness was only brought by the heat.

After shower, I went to bed. I could not sleep because of the severe pain. It is like something is squeezing my head and another pressing action towards the upper back part of my neck. As soon as my mom entered the room, I told her that I have a headache, she let me take Panadol but the pain didn’t subside. My dad told me to vomit, and I did. The pain still went on so my parents brought me to Al Emadi Hospital.

My blood pressure went high. I was injected at the butt, with a pain reliever named Volatin. The pain gradually vanished. J

We went home, and slept.

2008 - My father paid all his balance at Mashreq Bank.

2011 - A day after we arrived at Doha, a police called. He was sued for not paying everything, where in fact, he has an excess payment of 54 riyals.  This excess could actually be refunded. 

*My father planned to stay longer in the Philippines than my mom and sister do. Luckily, he didn’t push through with it for if that happened, he’ll be taken straight to the jail as he landed at Doha.

2008 - Right after the full payment, Mashreq should have released a Certificate of Full Payment, but they didn't. 

2011 - In order not to be put in jail, the Arabic translation of the Certificate should be presented. The English translation has been given to us two weeks after request. The document admits that it is Mashreq's fault, but how come they're delaying the release of the Arabic paper? 

I don't know why some people like Marissa, a Filipina, could not help with this matter. She was the one who made the English certificate and holds the Arabic one.

After Mashreq, we went to Doha bank for my mom's checking account I guess.

Bank Manager?

Dinner at City Center-Doha

Pilippines

Philippino

I jam with my IPod,
Sleep at three,
Wake up at eleven,
Wash my face,
Brush my teeth,
Drink our food supplement,
Put the iron into place,
Fix the bed,
Check my mail,
Respond to messages,
Do the laundry,
Hang the clothes,
Eat,
Wash the dishes,
Play the piano,
Arrange things,
Fold the clothes,
Follow additional commands,
Browse the net,
Argue with my father,
Fetch my sister at one,
Tease her,
fetch my mother at two,
Listen to sermons of my undone job,
Enter the connect world,
Play the piano,
Converse,
Upload,
Design,
Sister's homework,
Fight her afterwards,
Take a bath at 5 in the afternoon,
Learn a piece,
Obey commands,
Read tweets,
Talk,
Read,
Write,
Watch Mara Clara at nine,
Wash the dishes,
Fix things up,
And again, jam with my ipod.

This has been my summer-in-doha cycle  but tomorrow will be different if me and my sister's music class push through. This will be my first ever music class, which gives me hope to get over piano cheats and basic chords. I'm looking forward to this 8 days, twice a week program. I have the forms, the cash? Don't ask :) I'll fill them up anyway, as soon as I wake up :) good night

The Lazy Song

The chorus talks about so much of what I want but I may not.

35 Degrees Celsius

 After the more than 48 hours of staying indoors, I finally came out to fetch my sister at school. It is 1 o'clock noon and the sun is strictly, up. 35'c makes my skin feel like running away from my muscles, retiring from being its protector. Luckily, the waiting area is air conditioned. I wonder how those construction workers and other workers on the field, manage to bear the heat.

Rest, rest, rest -- You are really hard to get.

I was a baby last night. I slept beside my mom and dad. I was in between. I wonder how I managed to sleep in between them before, because last night, I wasn’t able to. They have been snoring alternately, unceasingly. Haha. I decided to go online at one o’clock midnight up to three then transferred to my sister’s bed. I slept at 5 am, and woke up at 5:30am because of their noise. When they left for school and office, I was freed to sleep up to 11 J. Yehey! 

I have put Petroleum jelly all over my face, neck, and legs all day. I am desperate to let my scars be gone, I want them to be totally gone.

I remember when someone close, attracts him by wearing a daring dress. She succeeded. I caught him looking at her, amazed with her beauty. I envy the way he look at her. It’s like she is the most beautiful girl that he had ever seen.

It’s like if only he had met her first, then everything will be in place.

I am actually, firing up in jealousy but I just can’t show it. Worst, I can’t do anything about it. I mean, I don’t have the looks that met his “standards”. He had just do the courting maybe because of the way I treated him, and nothing else.

Attitude, at least, I had it. But I don’t think I could be patient all the time. I also, like anyone else, burst out. I hope he’ll not leave me for that.

Crying, it’s the only way to release all the frustration in me. 

Today, I just feel like talking to something without life.

It's 18 days before my 18th birthday and I don't have any plans for it. I want it to be special but how could it be possible if it is impossible to have beside me the complete list of the important people in my life. L

Though I and my family had celebrated it in Hong Kong last month, the day of the event itself is different.

I wish, people could teleport so that I could be with anyone anytime anywhere.