… And I think to myself, what a #wonderful #world. #Travel #Gokyo #Everest #Nepal
and still...

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… And I think to myself, what a #wonderful #world. #Travel #Gokyo #Everest #Nepal
and still...
Don't get too close It's dark inside
The tears only come when the doors are closed.
I’m confused by my own emotions. Sometimes I think I’m closed to depression but I don’t want to think that my level of sadness is anywhere close to the pain of someone else who had suffered much more. I shouldn’t put myself as equals to those who had been through more than me. After all, what have I been through?
I am just broke and in debt and have no way of ventilating my frustrations. I am just poor in terms of finance but I’m rich in terms of love. Even as I am aware of all the riches I have, I’m just sad and I cannot explain it.
I have colleagues who are not aware/ understand my situation and it makes me sick to my stomach and I’m not the type to advertise my pain but what can I do about it? I just want to hole up somewhere but I have to face people every day. Where can I go? Where can I hide?
by lebackpacker
Food poisoning
I’ve never felt so scared of vomiting before so I thought I’d record this down just for fun. I had banmian for dinner last night (national day) and it actually tasted pretty alright. Just like how it was supposed to. But shortly after, I got home and felt a little sick. I thought it was nothing because every time I felt nauseous I don’t usually vomit. Yh sent me back to camp and I was still a little nauseous but I just waved it off.
But then I started burping, and the real vomit came out. Thankfully I had plastic bags with me. It happened a few times, just a bit of murky liquid each time. Nothing solid. Yh came over and he advised me to take carbon pills. I took 4 and within 10 minutes I vomited A LOT. Everything was black. I was in such agony I was practically kneeling, vomiting and crying at the same time.
After he left, I thought I’m done. It was after all 10pm and I did feel better after that much vomiting. But no…I woke up at 12 and vomited a lot more. Until my stomach cramp. As if it was squeezing the last bit of crap out.
At 3am I woke again, feeling nauseous again. Paced around and was dreading the feeling of liquid defying gravity…. I was literally scared because wtf man I didn’t even drink much how come I got so much vomit!!? And then it happened. I vomited again. A lot of liquid this time and it’s almost green. I guess it’s bile and I guess I’m done. My stomach is most definitely empty.
And I had no appetite the whole day today. Felt weak and slept the whole day away. I do hope tmr will be better! And guess who’s not eating banmian for the next 1 year man…zzz
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by Nicole Mark
Be strong now. Things will get better.
http://twitter.com/goodquoteco (via kushandwizdom)
This is timely. Have you ever made a phone call that will change your life so much? Or change your reality such that it is something you don’t recognise anymore? Or forces you to change your routine?
No more hanging out with friends, because it’s expensive. I will probably die doing this so I’m going to try to reduce it rather than completely stopping.
No more eating good food, because I should try to save as much as possible and I can possibly save a lot more from eating at home or at a hawker.
No more overspending on sports activities.
No more new rock climbing shoes.
No more musicals.
No more shopping unnecessarily.
I can do this, I can start over. Everything is going to be okay.
Backstory: My dad has no insurance and his medical bills amounts to about 50k at the moment. That’s almost my entire savings. And the bills will continue to pile. I am afraid I can’t handle it...
Day 1 in Rocklands. I snapped this shot of @mdsandbu working Macho King. It’s so fun seeing friends from Norway in Africa :) #climbing #isofunus
by Ngọc Trâm
We always need someone to remind us to be a better person; a better leader, a better friend, a better partner.
Sometimes it's such a fine line between pushing to your limits and going beyond them.
Technical pocket climbing on El Sombre del Viento (8a).
today is a good day.
a fellow officer reminded us of the importance of behaving like an officer, knowing the line between play and work, professionalism, empathy...
it’s so important but sometimes we get so comfortable that we forget. we will always need such reminders and may they continue to come.
Bru, the invisible left hand hold totally goes.
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