my own bitter taste of grey's anatomy

i went to a general surgeon yesterday to have my cyst (s) in my right breast finally examined. the doctor and i were talking about the possible reasons why i had cysts again after it was removed last 2005. then what i was afraid of happened. the subject went from the cause of the cyst to the possible ways of removing t. and ot by medication. yes, i'll be going through another surgery. the surgeon showed me how he is planning to remove it. he said he might cut along the scar so wouldn't have to get another one or cut along the areola so that the scar won't be as obvious.

so it is settled then. february 12. the doctor said i'll have to go through another ultrasound right before the surgery so the can mark where the cysts are. and there is a possibility that both my breasts have one.

is this gonna be my own painful taste (read: i full syringe of anaesthetic) of grey's anatomy?

things I've been putting off, i finally completed in one day

finally, after months of procrastination (something that's now one of my worst habits), i finally, finally was able to clear and clean my bunk bed of clutter dust.

yeah, yeah, i keep changing the sheets but i didn't really have the time to take off the sheets and the mat under it and scrub the wooden bed raw until all i can smell was the scent of soapy water and freshly scrubbed wood.

even my family thought i was down with some sickness when i picked up the broom and cleaned our place. for the last three years, my family consider it a miracle if i even touched something that does not resemble anything near a computer, a cellphone or a journal. don't get me wrong, though. i'm quite domesticate but since i provide for the family, they let me rest when i'm at home.

ok, that's one task i can scratch off my to do list. next, my appointment with a surgeon regarding my cyst. i finally had the courage to see a specialist. unfortunately, the doctor wasn't able to make it to the clinic because he had a prior engagement.

finally, after thinking about getting a massage for the last 3 months, i finally had it. i had the best swedish massage at body tune in sm fairview. thankfully, i'm on vacation yesterday so i'll have one more stress-free day before returning o work. gotta make the most of it. Ü

there's one more task though that i've been putting off for the last 3 years: getting my college diploma. yup, i haven't had a glimpse of it. but i promise i'm gonna get it by feb this year. *wink*

freedom

freedom is not the absence of commitments, it is the ability to chose and commit yourself to what is best for you.

--Paulo Coelho, The Zahir

a love story (prequel to "beggars can't be losers.")

A Love Story

We’ ve been friends for a long time
ago. We come from the same alma mother.
Actually, our paths crossed one time on
another. But it’s only now that I gave
him a second look. I realized that
beauty is in the eyes. The pulpbits of
my heart went fast, really fast. Cute
pala siya. And then, he came over with
me. He said, “I hope you don’t mine. Can
I get your number?” Nag-worry ako. What
if he doesn’t give it back? He explained
naman na it’s so we could keep intact
daw. Sabi ko, connect me if i’m wrong
but are you asking me ouch? Nabigla
siya. Sagot niya, The! Aba! Parang siya
pa ang galit! Persona ingrata!!! Ang
kapal niya! I cried buckles of tears.

Na-guilty yata siya. Sabi niya,
isipin mo na lang na this is a blessing
in the sky. Irregardless daw of his
feelings, we’ll go ouch na rin. Now,
we’re so in love. Mute and epidemic na
ang past. Thanks God we swallowed our
fried.

we, ladies can learn from robin heiden

here's the scenario: your boyfriend is an asshole, he cheats on you and blames you for it. Now he wants you back. what do you do?

first, one thing to remember: love is a game of power--a manipulation of motions.

1. if he calls and hangs up and doesn't answer your calls, he's hiding something.

2. [love] it is the game where the one who displays affections first gives up total control and goes around like a dog on a collar.

3. if you continue on acting like this, being so pathetic, you will always be treated by trash by men.

4. when a piece of stock has no future, you have to know when to cut losses and when to sell. relationships are the same. if there's nothing left to salvage you cut your loses and you sell.

5. your indecisiveness, your being overly sensitive will not only damage your love life but your career as well.

6. make him call 3 times. if he really wants to see you then he'll call until you answer.

7. you choose, he pays.

8. you shouldn't do that--the smiles, the compliments, the gestures. you're only feeding his ego. if he already has a big ego, you need to deflate it with shock therapy.

9. if you wanna be treated like a queen then act like one. how you train your opponent is up to you.

***These are only a few of the many ways you can let your man (yes, that jerk) that you are more than worthy of respect and love.

my brother is lucky after all. he welcomed 2008 alive.

I can't believe one last "almost-disaster" will catch up on our family a few hours before 2007 bids goodbye.

Imagine, my younger brother who is 12 was chased by a drunk with a bolo in his hand!! Yes, that's right. Just the thought of my brother being hurt brought me to tears while my parents were telling me the whole story.

My brother was just chatting with his friends in front of our house when this drunk guy came running toward his direction. My brother, in his shock, ran away from him instead of running back inside the house. He ran as fast as he can (thank God, he's a campus athlete.) until he reached the next block. Another reason to be thankful is that every single "tambay" (and my sister's boyfriend, 10, 000 pogi points for you) who saw what happened ran after that drunk and threw stones at him.

Thank God my brother got out of that ordeal alive. It turned out that freaking lunatic thought my brother was our neighbor who he bickered with about some money stuff earlier that day.

Eventually, the lunatic snapped out of it and came back to his senses. He apologized to my family specially to my brother. But if I were there, I'll curse that bastard so hard down to his very soul, his soul would rather separate from his body than shrink in shame.

But we're still lucky. Our family welcomed 2008 safe and sound.