My Babies Bit Me!

As a dog-lover, I always took for granted the possibility of getting bitten by a dog. Specially my own dogs! Well, Missy and her daughter KJ were playing, biting each other, while I was entering our house. I don't know which one of them did it but I felt a sharp pain on my ankle. When I looked, thinking it was just a scratch, there were two teeth scratches an inch long each! I was bleeding! I showed our maid and we cleaned it up with soap and alcohol. She also rubbed garlic... a home remedy from the province. Well, I didn't mind. I'd rather smell like sauteed veggies than get infection! When my parents got home I told my dad and he kinda panicked and called their company doctor. She suggested for me to have it checked and get anti-tetanus and anti-rabies shots. She warned us that depending on the gravity of the bite, the anti-rabies can be very expensive since it's a series of shots. I could just get the anti-tetanus only if it doesn't seem so bad.

After dinner, me and my mom drove to the nearby doctor. He said he'd feel a lot better if I had the anti-rabies too. We didn't know which of the dogs actually bit me. Although Missy had all her shots, KJ haven't had any. If I did have rabies, it might be too late to stop it. So tonight, my butt had two shots, both the anti-tetanus and the anti-rabies. I will have two more in the next few days. He also said that we'll just do three shots since the bites are far from vital organs and not really deep. And if after the three shots the dog that bit me is still alive, then I don't have to worry. Wow, that's such a comfort for me! I'm under observation... along with my dogs... for the next ten days.

I don't know why these things keep on happening to me! I mean... first the shingles and then this! I walk like a duck, I can't sit properly and have to sleep on my tummy. They probably think I'm so bony they'd rather give shots on my bum than on my arm!

Still love my babies though!

Just Visiting

I'm in school right now. I was suppose to meet one of our professors but he had to do something and cancelled. Instead of going somewhere else, I decided to spend a few minutes wandering around the campus. The last time I was here was during the graduation practice. There were a few classmates hanging out by the zen then. Now, looking through the glass in the library, I can't see any. Eventually the familiar faces of students will slowly diminish as new students come in next month. Until the time comes when the only people who will remember me every time I visit will be the secretaries or the guards that will ask for my ID when they never did before.

An old friend said that there are some places... and I guess some people too, that when you say goodbye to, you know deep inside that you're never going to see again. There are goodbyes that are forever, permanent, even if you know they're just out there... in India or Vietnam. We will valiantly try to keep in touch, putting up an eGroup and leaving messages in their blogs until we'll all be too caught up with our lives.

I didn't want to believe this. But I guess, it's true. Because I know there are some classmates that I'll never see again. Not that I don't want to, but because life is like that.

Life will happen to all of us.

Celebrity Thoughts

I ran across my friend's blog and she has links to celebrities' blogs. I scanned through them and I was impressed! I've always underestimated people in showbiz. I always think they're flighty people with nothing between their ears. Maybe bad to generalize. Glad to be proven wrong by these people.

I enjoyed reading Jim Paredes' blog. He has an entry there about his son Mio. It always gets me when a father talks about his children with pride. His daughter Ala also has a blog. She posted some of her artworks too. Again... impressed. But I guess I shouldn't be... this family after all went to Ateneo. Hah!

I also ran across Paula Paralejo and Lucky Manzano's blogs. Lucky has a lot of poetries there. Pretty good too.

Apparently this blogging thing is REALLY contagious.

My Chocolate dream melts... Part Deux

I won't attempt to make guys understand the importance of a warehouse sale...

It's a different level of sale.

It cannot be compared to a mall sale.

I won't even attempt to make guys understand the importance of finding the right pair of jeans that hugs our butts a certain way. Or flares a certain way. Or rides our hips a certain way.

So being depressed because I can't go to this sale is perfectly acceptable.

I'm so depressed I think I need a cigarette!

My Chocolate dream melts...

The Chocolate wharehouse sale is tomorrow and I'm getting depressed coz I've been waiting months for it but I can't afford to buy anything coz I'm broke. And I've reached my quota on my mom's credit card. Even reached my quota on MY credit card.

Those Mink jeans really made my butt look good.

This is one of those moments I wish I was working.