Puppetwithoutstrings

There is one thing I hate most about traveling the Philippine-Europe route. I get nosebleeds a lot. Actually, it starts there and I get the flu for a day or two. After that I’m fine. It’s like an automatic response when I cross Hemispheres, I start scrambling for tissue as I’m gushing and not in a good way.

MY mom likes to remind me of how sickly I was as a child. It wasn’t my fault really, I just got sick a lot. I was a high-risk baby. My mom was in and out of the hospital while she was carrying me. I guess it carried on from there. Calpol was always in the fridge and not a small bottle, but a large one, right next to the milk and orange juice. I got tonsillitis like clockwork, colds when it rained and was absolutely banned from staying out in the dust as I got rashes easily. This pretty much sucked as I loved playing outside, hated bringing umbrellas (why I kept on bringing one to this day is out of habit) and lived on a farm. Nowadays, I get sick about twice a year and usually use that quota early on in the year.

Except when I go on holiday. Ergo, now I feel terrible. How am I suppposed to lose the post holiday poundage when I am stuck in bed? Vicious cycle, I tell you.

Song playing in my head:

Minsan by Eraserheads.

This song is definitely in my top 10 OPMs. Just gets me thinking about old friends, those in contact with and those long since forgotten. I always find myself looking fondly and my yearbooks when I hear this song. When did you last see the people you called friends?

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