Well I did sort of had a moment of hating everything about blogging and parading all your miserable shortcomings (bad grammar and spelling not exempt) so much so that I deleted my other blog (see how sad that sounded like? 2 blogs?)... then followed by moving out of La Ciudad (my home for an amassed 6 years interrupted by 2) then moving in somewhere where I have covered parking and my own room, then there was some sprinkle of fairy dust of loathing everything about myself, since old habits die hard and hard to be taught out of an old dog like me... then I watched Iron Man last weekend and I thought, I just have to blog about this.

So here we are.

I just have to say that Iron Man was a great movie because Robert Downey Jr. belongs to movies with loud guitar riffs in the background of every scene while everything else (eardrums included) explodes. He's as cool as they come doesn't he? Bad heroin rep and strange press can do you some level of good I guess.

I've been driving from Laguna to Manila for two straight weeks now (the flooring on my new place is still being set) and can I just say how gas price hikes (2 pesos/liter in 2 weeks) have been hemorrhaging my small stash of resident's money? Met up with Mango and Joan last week for dinner at Serendra and Joan and I were waiting in front of Shell in Ayala. We were parked in front of the sign with bright red lights showing the gas prices. It looked pretty close to the color of blood. It drove both of us crazy while Mango got lost on her way to Makati (how somebody can do that, beguiles me still).

And then there's my paper. My effing second year resident's paper. Great hailstorm of panic and hyperventilation on my part as... that's what I do best. So goodbye pre-dinner massages and desserts at Fleur de Lys and hello Blackwell Synergy and Pubmed. My adviser really brings in the crazy and takes me for a ride around crazyville when she's in the mood. It was botox, the premise of which was we'd pretty much make each patient look like they had stroke and paint them purple, just for the fun of it (I am SO NOT KIDDING about this one). Then it became botox for the armpits, but politics within the system (which I'm all for really, GO POLITICS *waves flag*) prevents me from doing it. Then it became... okay, just between me, myself and I.
And keloids. Promise. That's the end of that.

I'm counting driving in EDSA last Friday at 12MN a blessing as it kept me from thinking of that frigging paper for a sharp four hours. Met up with Honey(!), Janice, Joan (!!) and Ian in Trinoma and had fish for dinner. Wasn't awkward or anything but it was... different. Like we're old ladies and the amount of history in that table was so thick, it could fill out a grade 4 history book. I never felt so old in my life. But I was really happy to see Honey again. I think that was the first time I saw her since Cate's wedding back in 2006. And we didn't even spoke much then. I've missed dinners like that when it was the four of us against the world.

Well the ugly people in the world that is.

Which, lets face it, there's a whole lot of ugly out there.