On Pain killers

I fell last weekend. Bumped my head hard. So hard, that the hair clip i was wearing broke as i fell on my back.

After having my head checked by doctor ( a neurologist), his prognosis was just merely that of a minor concussion. Although a lot of people couldn't believe it was just that.

I won't die cause of it. Turns out my head's too hard to crack. "Tigas kasi ng ulo" Ian said. The bastard.

The doctor made me take pills. 3 to be exact. All of which makes me sleepy, slow and crazy eyed. In other words, Basag.

It's been hard this week to keep up. But the pills did somehow help with the workload-- it didn't make me ngarag. So what if client's nagging, constantly calling up my phone to follow-up some things that will eventually be submitted to them? So what if i said i'll send it this a.m... it's only 11:30, still a.m.!

It's nice to feel like this, especially with the account. Probably why Dr. House was on pain killers. And hey, he's a doctor!

It can get scary though. I was driving home tonight and i already took my meds. Driving was such a hassle. I could barely concentrate on driving and all the damn lights along the road weren't helping. I drove like crap, so slow, scared for my life. At least i'm still alive.

Moral of the story? Nothing. I like my meds.


- Live like there's no tomorrow. Love like it's your last.

Of Exes and Pimples

This entry is based from a comment given by a good friend of mine in a previous entry.

"...reminds me of my pimple." And from there, a very sound insight. By definition:

Yogi:

n. pl. yo·gis
One who practices yoga.

Yoga: n.
also Yoga A. Hindu discipline aimed at training the consciousness for a state of perfect spiritual insight and tranquillity.


The theory of the Exes and Pimples

Exes=Pimples

Pimples are inevitable. You try to avoid it, but somehow it keeps on showing up especially on important occassions. You have the date of a lifetime, an "It" party, etc. Bad timings, and in the worst places (i.e. middle of your nose, a big one on the cheek, etc.). You try to manage it by covering up and acting nonchalant, you know its there but you just pretend it's not. Everyone around you knows you have a pimple but no one says a word. "It's just plain awkward". You get points for the effort in covering it up. And at the end of it all, you get frustrated and impatient and you pop it. After all that, your pimple's gone. But you will forever be left with a scar.

Likewise, so are Exes . They are everywhere, and they are everyone. If you're standing in a crowded room, you can be sure that the first guy or girl you see is one of the exes of that other person standing across the room. Or worse, that guy in the other room could be yours! Everyone knows. Yes they do. They don't just talk about it. "To be polite.."
They're inexhaustible. It's hard to keep away from them. It's not like they vanish once the relationship ends (although there were times that i wished it was the case.) And the worse thing? They spread. As you get older they tend to increase. Like some sort of virus. But after all has been said and done, a scar is left. Indefinitely engraved in your memories. Bad or good. They're just there.

So don't fight it. Accept it. Be patient and just see it through. Lift your head up high and be proud you have it. It doesn't make you less of a person if you do.


- Live like there's no tomorrow. Love like it's your last.

fate

It's funny how things turn out. You're worrying about your boyfriends ex and next thing you know... your ex also pops out of nowhere.

- Live like there's no tomorrow. Love like it's your last.

Promdi hits wid da pameli...

After our dinner, we signaled the waiter for the bill. After paying for our meals, my mom had requested for the official receipt from the waiter. Once she got it she started to get up from her chair. My dad of course asked her to leave the tip for the nice service. To our surprise, my dear mother got mad, pointed at the receipt and told us “Eh sabi dito NO SERVICE CHARGE nga eh!”

My dad had to buy some medicine for his gas pains. Being in Westgate already, my parents decided to just pass by the nearest drugstore, right across Fitness First. When we got there, my dad told my brother to just use the drive-by window. Wait…DRIVE-THRU???

My brother positioned the car so that the window behind him, where my mom sat, would be aligned with the cashiers window. After a good whole minute, my dad asked her to open the window already. Turned out she couldn’t find the button for the power window.

My mom asked the nice lady in the window for my dad’s meds. I had to buy pain killers as well, being a junkie and all. After placing our “orders”, I turned to my brother and said “Ano? Go big time ka ba?” To his reply “wala bang discount coupon for your next visit?”

- Live like there's no tomorrow. Love like it's your last.

work

and dami...hwaaaaaaaaa

- Live like there's no tomorrow. Love like it's your last.