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Apparently most of the people in my phonebook got the memo saying today is a "No Textback Reply" day and I did not. Phack.

Ghost story

Bilang halloween.

This is not particularly scary. But it's the closest I've gotten to an experience.

It happened on the final night of my father's wake. At one point during the mass that we held, two of the corona ng patay (there were around 10) that surrounded the coffin parted as though someone or something had passed right through the middle. 

How do I know it wasn't just my imagination? I did not see it. I was playing sacristan and commentator so my back was turned against the coffin and the flowers. It was my friends who told me about it after the mass. They swear it could not have been wind or the airconditioning. The movement was quite definite and rather forceful daw.

I took it to mean that dad was happy with the big turnout that night. And that he was particularly pleased with me for taking charge of the mass. Dun kasi siya dumaan sa flowers na galing sa mga kilala ko.

Yun. Told you it's not scary.

Happy Halloween. Happy All Saints Day. Happy All Souls Day. Happy happy!

Ear Factor

I would say I'm quite a patient guy. But sickness? That gets my wick burning real fast. I want it gone in 3-4 days max. So far, so good, so far. Until now. My latest ear infection is now on its second week (parang Star Cinema movie). Sure it's going away in a few but I'm still suffering from it, di pa rin 100% ang hearing ko in my pasaway na left ear. I am majorly ticked. Kaya naman in defiance, I started using my iPod a few days ago. And use it as I always do, as though everything's clean and clear inside both my ears. That means it's on all day and in a volume that's heard up to 3 desks away from my post. Listen. Just because you can't beat something doesn't mean you can't "beat it, beat it, no one wants to be defeated". Not me, that's for sure. Nothing can keep me away from Madonna and my playlists this long noh.

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So, I just came from my ear doctor. Spent 3 freaking hours in the clinic. Or rather, 2 hours and 57 minutes outside the clinic waiting for my turn, and only 3 minutes inside for the actual check-up. What did the doctor tell me? I'm okay. There's just a teenie-weenie "dot" (the doctor's word, not mine), probably as a byproduct of the infection. Ayos. Dot lang. Wala nga nireseta ang duktor. Pero eto. I cannot go swimming for 2 months. Yes, not just one but two freaking months! Because of a "dot"! You know what this means? May bago akong sasawayin. 

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