Staying at home for the past weeks has been though for everyone. Though I understand the sentiments people who complain about the community quarantine, I find it hard to accept that rudeness around the globe arises. I was like, they should just shut their mouth and focus on other things rather than hating on other people in this time of crisis.
Then it came to me that fear and angst lead to anger and despair when they are for instance get exposed to a sudden change. I should have known this because I act kinda same when my inner balance is being threatened. Social media is one of the factors why people are rude against each other, because we cannot accept the fact that people are different and think differently. So knowing other people’s reaction through comments on Facebook/Twitter is like having the ability to read someone’s mind and getting a clue about a person’s character.
Pasalubong is a Filipino term for gift/s usually from people who have been on a trip to other places or even just after a trip to the grocery. It could be anything from snacks to toys. The one who is buying the pasalubong does it out of love and expects nothing in return. So, as I’ve said it’s a gift. It doesn’t have to be expensive too. Because the idea of pasalubong is sharing your blessings and at the same time showing the person who is receiving it that you think about him/her while you travel. It is also a part of the Filipino culture.
Last month, my parents came back from their vacation from the Philippines and they bought us lots of pasalubong. I was surprised because I never expected that they’ll buy me more than 2 packs of banana chips. They bought us 2 small Purefoods corned beef, 2 packs of Sustagen chocolate drink, 10 packs of Quaker Oat cereals, a pack of Lengua (a butter cookie type), pajamas and books for my L.O., and 2 packs of Meiji Macadamia chocolate. I guess they just missed me and their grandchild a lot! 😀 lol! Aside from that, they asked me for a list of stuff that I wanted them to buy for me (will make a separate blog post about that). Like for instance, some prescription free meds. My parents know that I miss the Philippines so much and my favorite snacks are there. 🙂
How about in your culture? Do you buy pasalubong to your love ones as well?
Motivation is one of the most important things that helps me get a certain task done or pursue my goal. It applies of course not only to me, but for everyone. Its intention is actually good. That is when it is around, when we have it. However without motivation, life could actually be boring and meaningless. I think that the word motivation is often misunderstood and misused, because many uses it as a reason to just wait for the right time or timing.
A friend of mine who is a psychologist find motivation both positive and dangerous. Positive in the sense that it helps someone to find purpose in life and dangerous too because it can paralyze someone’s ability to act. It’s like, hello, it’s alright to feel unmotivated in gloomy times too, you know!
I admit that I’m guilty of using the lack motivation as a reason to procrastinate. But later on I found out that it’s not motivation that I lack, because I have plans, goals and the reason to execute these goals. What I actually lack is nutrients that my body needs on order to function properly. So yes, sometimes food is just the perfect solution when I feel that the muse is not around!
One of the perks of working as a home nurse assistant aside from meeting new people is the opportunity to see new places. That’s why I’m grateful for this job of mine even though it’s exhausting and the salary is not on top.
A month ago, I applied for extra jobs near my new place. Out of 10 applications that I sent, I got 50 percent feedback from the companies. Not bad but it would be nice if they let me know the reason why they won’t consider hiring me or bother reading my application letter. They just told me that they appreciate me considering them as my employer/workplace and blah blahs. However there was this one company who sent me an email after 4 weeks asking me if I’m still interested in the position as a home nurse assistant in their county. I replied right away and got scheduled for an interview just a couple of days after.
To make the story short, I got the job! I’m so happy. 🙂 Now I have 2 jobs in 2 different places which is the city and the countryside.
Today’s my first day on the neighboring county and I had a blast! Imagine being paid for these car trips. I feel like an influencer! Haha! Don’t get me wrong though. The job can be tough both physically and mentally. So, this is not a flawless job.
The Tall Ships Races is one of the biggest events in Europe every summer. The idea is to build good relationships between the different countries and cultures through sail training “tall” ships or sail boats. The participants should be at least 50 percent young people.
This year, we are fortunate enough to have witnessed this event because Bergen is one of the hosts. Even though Bergen is just 45 minutes away drive from where we live, we booked a room for 3 nights because we really wanted to see the festivities and to make most out of our city trip. The first days were rainy but it did not stop the people in checking out the sail boats.
The weather has finally cleared up the following day and up to the day the ships had to sail to their next destination which is Aarhus Denmark.
It is just spring and yet it has been very hot these days. I am not complaining about the sun but the extreme lack of moisture/water/rain bothers me. It bothers me because we are prone to grass and forest fires. Yesterday, there was a fire near our place, while my little one and I were taking a nap. Scary!!! Fortunately, the firemen came right away or else it would be harder to put the fire out. We do not know what caused the grass fire. The police is still investigating it. My theory is that someone used a disposable grill and just tossed it away without making sure that it is already dead. I really hope that people will be more responsible in throwing stuff that may cause fire.
Five months ago I gave birth to a beautiful baby girl. The birth didn’t go smooth as I hope it would. Well, I pictured myself giving birth in just a couple of hours. I wished! But as a first timer that would be difficult and that’s what happened.. difficult. However, I’m beyond grateful that my baby was born free from any complications and she was born healthy.
As I’ve said, it didn’t go smooth because dilation stopped at 9cm and the contractions’ slowed down probably because of the epidural. I had to stand, move around and sit on a fitness ball in order to speed things up but nothing worked. So, the midwives put me on oxytocin drip and reduced the epidural. Then, the delivery room suddenly got busy. Nurses, doctors and midwives were walking in and out of the room. When I asked them if something’s wrong, they would only say that they’re just checking out the situation and that there’s nothing to be worried about. I wasn’t worried but I could sense that they had some concerns because they’re babbling in the corner. Then a midwife came to me and explained that my baby’s starting to get tired or in other words distressed.
The contractions got stronger and finally fully dilated. It’s time to push (which I find the most challenging part of giving birth). I think I asked the midwives twice or even thrice if the baby was really coming because it feels like I need to take a trip to the bathroom for a number 2! 😂 No kidding! The feeling is very similar to when you are very constipated but the urge to push is super strong. Blame it to the nerves!
Anyway, the doctors came to me and gave instructions on how to push. I did what I was told to do but I was already weak so my effort wasn’t good enough to push the baby. That’s when the second doctor came in with the vacuum to assist the birth. To be honest, I got nervous for the baby when I saw the vacuum but because of the doctors’ and midwives’ encouragement, I felt secured again. I gave all of my energy on the last push, and voila my little one’s out (after 14 hours of active labor) and cried her lungs out.
If there is something that I’ve learned from this experience is that we are stronger than we think.