My mom was considering getting a life insurance. Though she was already old, she said that it was never too late to be prepared. Actually, her age was not an issue, for anyone can get life insurance (unless you’re dead :> ) Anyway, the only problem she encountered was that she was afraid of needles and some of the procedures required in applying for life insurance is to give a sample of your blood.
So there, once again, I tried researching online and the good news is I found out that there are companies that offers no exam life insurance. This means that a person can receive real coverage without the hassle of having to provide urine or blood samples. It also said that the benefits will not be reduced or changed despite any change in the age, occupation or health. I told my mom about it and she said that she will think about it
I am dead tired today. I cleaned my room and got rid of the trash/things that got piled up in my closet. I was almost in the verge of sleep when my irritating cousin asked me what bpm is. She said that it was part of her homework in school. Unfortunately, I wasn’t sure what it meant and being the half-arrogant person that I was (half of me was curious), I gave up the thought of sleeping and decided to research on it.
From what I researched online, bpm may mean a lot of things. The two answers are as follows: Beats per minute and Business Process Management. Beats per minutes pertains to the unit used to measure one’s heart rate or the tempo of music while Business Process Management pertains to the method of aligning the organization with the needs of the customers. I should have researched a lot more but my mind was already in sleep mode. Thank God for the World Wide Web, researching takes only a few minutes. Now, I can go back to sleep.
My cousin’s birthday is coming up and I still can’t figure out what to give her as a present. She was my first degree cousin and she lived with us for almost all her life. Her parents lived in the province and they let her stay with us in the city to study. At first, we were not in good terms. We always keep fighting about petty things like who’s gonna throw the trash or who’s gonna clean the dishes. There was even a time when I intentionally poured glue in her hair (she was so bitchy then, she deserved it)
Anyway, everybody has to grow up eventually and suddenly we were not fighting anymore. We became really close and were able to entrust each other’s secret. And now, as I have mentioned earlier, her birthday is coming up. Hmm.. maybe I’ll just give her a dress, or a bag, or shoes. Or maybe I can give her something she could get used in school like a flash drive. Oh she would love that.
This is just not my day. I’ve talked to my aunt this morning and I’ve just learned that my cousin (her son) has abdominal cancer or as the doctors termed it, “Abdominal Mesothelioma”. My cousin worked in construction and was often assigned in fieldwork. Being in construction, he was exposed to a material called asbestos, which is often used in this kind of industry. As it turned out, exposure to this kind of material, especially if inhailed or ingested may cause the development of malignant cells which eventually may lead to cancer.
What was scary in my cousin’s situation was he was first misdiagnosed since the symptoms of the cancer was similar to that of intestinal flu. Luckily, he went to another doctor to get a second opinion. They were still able to detect the cancer in its early stage which is a good thing because chances of recovery are larger when early detected. I felt really bad for him. He was such a good person and doesn’t deserve a blow like this. I’ll be constantly praying for him and hope that .he will recover soon.
I woke up early in the morning today since I wanted to put something in my blog today. I thought that if I get to school by 7:30, I could use my 30 mins to put my thoughts into writing. 6:30 and I’m done with my breakfast. However, my roommate asked me to wait for her. So there. I waited until 7. Gee, my sched has just been altered.
So then, I patiently waited for her to finish her morning ritual and all that.. When we reached the bus stop, there’s no bus. And all the vehicles are moving a centimeter every minute.
I was sweating and so worried that we won’t be able to catch our 8am class! No buses! Why?!?!?!
We walked to look for a bus and after 15 minutes, we found one. And it can only accomodate one! So we had no choice. I left my roommate.. If only I knew we’ll separate, I didn’t have to wait for her in the first place. It was already 15 minutes before 8 when the vehicles started moving. The bus driver, knowing that everyone was in a hurry and has a class or work to catch up, rushed! and five minutes before 8, I found myself standing infront of the school gate.
So I rushed to the stairs and into the class room, sweating like a pig and my heart beating as if it could ruin my chest. I got really nervous but eventually I made it in time.
Thank God I was able to reach my seat before my terror Physics Professor came..
I really hate being late.. I’ll make sure this won’t happen again.. How? hmmmm…
Anyway, I’m just glad I was able to express my feelings here..
I hate late..
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