The Story of Us

"You Know What..."

What happened today is truly one for the books.

May we never forget what transpired today and be grateful with how much talent you have (not just for sniping) but for the many ways I choose not to mention here, my ebay god.

With you, nothing is impossible.

You are probably tired of hearing this from me but it still holds to be true, there is nothing you can't do.

In Your Sleep

How long have I been here
just watching you sleep
the slow breathing
the steady beat of your heart
your face, a map
holding a thousand stories
how I long to reach out
as I battle time
for in this place that we both share
where today and tomorrow are one
let me hold you as you slumber
let me keep you safe
let me wrap you
with all the love
that I can never say.

Cutting ties (08/29/2010)

How do you even begin to tell a story when wounds are much too deep? When you have no idea when an issue even began, or what event turned things around to make one give-up and take that final step.

Not long ago, a family member dare question if I truly loved my father and that if I truly did, then I was supposed to follow in their lead. In their minds, they firmly believe that what that they are doing is the right thing. In order for me to do something like that, I am to turn my back on everything that I have believed in and forget the person that I am.

I have to learn the art of pretending. Of which I would never do.

I find it to be quite disturbing that their notion of the right path would include crossing lines, sneaking around, hushed whispers of gossip and decisions made by only the few supposedly wise members of the family. I haven't even delved on the topic of respect or perhaps the huge lack of it. They speak of acceptance and yet they turn a blind eye when the same is asked from them. It would seem that their notion of "family" is limited only to those whom they deemed deserving to belong with them.

So I chose to cut my ties. Watched it all fall away.
Nothing grand was lost. No life-altering moment. No sadness nor grief.

In fact there was peace.

8pm

We will forever miss you baby Anya...

Waiting

Your memory remains

I breathe it closer

I swear that I still feel you near

The cool wind is taking over

it’s taking over

So far away

you’re gone so long

ohh and I’m waiting

Haunted by your grace

you know I’m falling

so cool without you

always in my mind

I hear you calling

So far away

you’re gone so long

ohh and I’m waiting

The cool wind is taking over

it’s taking over

still you're

so far away

you’re gone so long

ohh and I’m waiting

Till that day

I take you home

know that I’m waiting

know that I’m waiting

know that I’m waiting

So far away

you’re gone so long

ohh and I’m waiting

All I Want For Christmas Is My Two Front Teeth (Well, not really.)

I have never been a very stingy person, however when we are talking about undergoing a surgery to remove four of my 3rd molars paired with cosmetic dentistry procedures for the rest of my pearly whites, it becomes an altogether different story.

I have always taken pride when it comes to my teeth, I do believe that I got my set of strong and nice pearly whites from my father. My teeth have always been unique. I have got 2 sets of "twins" perfectly and evenly positioned on the bottom part of my teeth. A few canals which branched at the end rather than having a normal single path was also discovered during a root canal session. One of my wisdom tooth which is currently making its presence oh so painfully known has a horizontal impaction. Such impaction is the least common form roughly only 3% of the population has them. The tooth happens to be angled fully ninety degrees sideways and growing into the roots of the second molar. Yes, that tooth has gone batshitcrazy, defied the supposed direction of growth and decided to push the tooth beside it. The remaining three of my 3rd molars are all in vertical impaction happily playing peek-a-boo along the gumline. If this is the case of being unique, then please make me normal instead.

I love my dentists to pieces and totally trust them, however after a scheduled consultation, I was informed that the tooth has to go. Surgery?! Oh no! I don't care if they are that good as what you say (the fact that famous local stars chose them to be their dentists does not alleviate my fears). It is my teeth that we are talking about here! Mine! So yeah, it makes everything bigger. Unfortunately, my demented wisdom tooth chooses to agree with my doctor and seems to want out as well. I know that such treatments would cause twice or even thrice if I am to have it done in the US, but seeing the amount in Philippine peso, I could not help but cringe and wince as I look at my current quotation. Considering that the said computation only includes two 3rd molars to be removed. I am still debating with myself as to do it Machiavelli style and remove all four in one go or to do it by having two surgeries instead. Ay caramba, somebody sedate me!!!

Seeing it makes me have this firm belief that it will drive me straight to the poorhouse. I know for sure that a certain wallet? Will surely feel raped.