is there wisdom lost in a pulled tooth?

and other things needing catching up.

have i told you my single, favorite holiday is the holy week?

for as long as i can remember, and i don't remember well anymore, it's the only holiday i truly enjoy. when almost everyone's supposed to reflect and repent, i have fun. but not this year, no.

i have been looking forward to the type of rest that involves a lot of food and a lot of time spent in front of the cable tv meaninglessly and simultaneously after 2 weeks of hell at work, the only solace, of which, is a lot of overtime pay. but i never imagined it would be this hectic when i got home to the province for the holiday.

they got me an early flight last saturday (actually, they just got me tickets regardless of whether i can really go home or not) and then an early appointment with the dentist, which was easy given that she's my 2nd cousin. my older sister was set to try on new dentures she needed to ensure before going to australia.

did i tell you my sister's going to australia? for good.

she's bringing the whole family including my nephew most of my friends know about because he's one of the best ways to measure how long we've graduated from high school.

he just turned 11.

so there i was in the dental chair, fresh from the airport and the first breakfast at home (my favorite: sapsap and spinach) having my wisdom tooth, clinicaly known as the 3rd molar, pulled out. apparently, there was a really big hole in it and nerves were exposed so bad that the mere flick of my tongue makes me want to jump off a cliff. i thought i was done with that.

it still hurts.

five injections, nine ponstan 500s, a trip to bacolod, brunch in maricor at manokan country, going to silay to visit my lola, my only living grandparent (whose size i take after) and to visit my lolo's grave (the reason she's eager to go), the 1st season of House watched in about 24 hours, boiled corn, grilled corn, my favorite ilonggo delicacy, fruits, etc. eaten one by one, another trip to the dentist, four more injections & four more teeth rotting, and 2 house parties later i finally lay down in front of the tv, eating myself away.

did i tell you i'm a house addict?

gregory house, m.d. is abrasive and sarcastic, a briliant mind but a relationship moron. when i grow up, i want to be just like him.

it's been a long time since i've heard my yahoo! launchcast station. for some reason, it doesn't work in netopia greenbelt. but it does sound great in netopia robinsons place iloilo and netopia sm city iloilo.

honestly, i really wish i were in bora instead.

for some weird reason, and i have a lot in mind, something tells me i'm going to have a great christmas holiday this year.