Day 11 and 12: Bruises, Cuts, and First Aid Kits

The title would seem like I have been in a bad situation. However, I was not. I’ll explain it in parts.

Bruises:

I think I’ve mentioned that I joined Volleyball Society here in Chester (yey sports!) and as a result of not being in shape and of not playing the sport for years, I got slight bruises on my arm. The taster was not harsh and not really intense, but what is up with the ball? It was inflated to be like a basketball or something, and I have the type of body that bruise easily.

Cuts:

Being away from home is tough; being away from home with people who KNOWS how to cook is tougher. You might say, oh you could just buy or take out food from restaurants and grocery stores. I would love to do that, not because I do not know how to cook but I sometimes get lazy, BUT it is costly. People tell me not to convert the currency here to the currency back home, but during the first few days – and it might take me weeks – it’s like I’m doing it by habit. And boy, is it expensive here.

So while I was cutting some veggies and meat, I accidentally cut myself. Fortunately, it’s quite small and nothing serious.

First Aid Kits:

Also, I have stocked medicines, band aids, and sanitizers. It’s in my upbringing that we keep a stock of those things. Especially pain killers. Oh my, what would I do without them. Migraines are terrible, but since I’ve arrived here I rarely got them. Back home, I usually get that really really painful-one-side-of-your-brain type of migraine for at least 3 days.

I think that’s about every thing I wanted to share. I’m about to clean my room and do laundry for the rest of the day.

I’ll leave you with some..clean up music? Lol

Cheers!

1. Oxford Comma by Vampire Weekend

2. Buddy Holly by Weezer

3. Stacy’s Mom by Fountains of Wayne

4. Pour Some Sugar On Me (The Maine version)

and finally,

5. She Moves In Her Own Way by The Kooks

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Day 10: Trying to keep on track

Second day of classes for the week. We had business dissertation earlier, and like any other module we have, it’s at ‘100mph’ as they call it. I’m still thinking of a topic or a certain area to research on. All I have so far is this: The viability of Coffee Shops (e.g. local, Starbucks, or Costa) in the UK against the viability of Coffee Shops in the Philippines.

I chose to do a comparison for the UK and the Philippines, basically because it’s where I am from. However, I wanted to do something even more specific right now. I just can’t get on the right track or the path that I wanted. I’m still thinking though, any ideas dear friends? I usually run to my guitar for creative thinking. Sadly enough, I wasn’t really capable of bringing my guitar with me – with my huge luggage and hand-carry bag (includes my heavy laptop, camera, and the sort).

Then in the evening, it’s weird for me that they start really late too, we had a taster for Volleyball. I was thinking of joining Swimming but then again, I thought of the weather and temperature here (still not used to it). Bench-warming the bench because – haha – I did not bring my trainers (rubber shoes), not that I had any because a-duh I like wearing my converse when playing. So, I still have to buy one if I really wanted to play.

Well, that’s all I can really share for tonight or in the other parts of the world, today.

I’ll leave you again with another lovely song (maybe I’ll do this out of habit, I don’t know).

Cheers!

Song #15: Chocolate

Fair warning, the lead vocalist of this great indie rock/alternative band has this really thick english accent, so you might want to search for the lyrics. It’s what I had to do and found out that what I thought I heard “mexico” pronounced as a real mexican person was actually “petticoat,” which would have been awkward if you sang it in a public place. Lol

I have to admit though, the song is pretty nice. Teenage stuff, rebellion, crazy love, and things that an individual should not do. It’s all sort of exciting, not that I am encouraging this. It’s probably just saying that live life as much as possible, without fear.

Okay, not making sense again.
Anyway, here’s The 1975 with Chocolate.

Cheers!