Man-Beauty

My last blog entry and my absence since then have misled some of my friends and imaginary readers about my health. They thought something bad happened to me after that bout with pneumonia. It was a bad experience but luckily I did not need to be admitted. On contrary, I was forced to report for work. Residency really sucks!

Anyway, I won't go talking about some residency shit this time, nor will I be talking about HIV. Let's have a breather, away from the mutant world, and indulge ourselves with God's natural masterpieces.

WN, this entry is for you.

Battling My Way Out

I am currently battling my way out of pneumonia.

It's my first time and the feeling was like hell.

Happy And Contented

Ako na talaga ang busy... busy sa panonoxic sa sarili na wala naman pinatutunguhan. #Residency. Sa mga nakakaalam, quiet na lang kayo, please.

I was actually alarmed kanina sa reaction ni doktora when she learned what residency training program I was taking. Hindi daw ba delikado for my patients? Eto ang kinakatakot ko pag nalalaman nila residency training ko... ethical issues, patient safety... #enoughnaTMI.

Something Noble... Or Maybe Not (2 of 2)

After several months of not seeing and hearing from each other, LA, my non-mutant ex suitor, and I met again about a week ago. He was late, as usual. But this time, he asked to move our meeting time 30 minutes later. I didn't mind.

He looked pretty much the same from the last time I saw him. Skinny as he was before and still wearing braces on his teeth, he was donning a simple black shirt, maong shorts, and a pair of sneakers.

Something Noble... Or Maybe Not (1 of 2)

I can no longer recall how many times I have actually visited RITM Satellite Clinic, bringing non-mutant friends there to have them tested for HIV. So far, all of whom I have accompanied were all non-reactive to HIV.

One day in the month of love, couples, red shirts and dresses, cupids, and bitter singles, I convinced a non-mutant suitor, LA, to get tested for HIV. And I thought I did something noble. Or maybe not.

Crying Over Spilled Milk

I know there's no point in crying over spilled milk. Pero recently kasi, I think I have known who gave me this gift... or curse, however you want to see it. No grudge or whatsoever. I just wanted to share this story here in my blog, for the purpose of documentation. *chuckles*

Randomly Spontaneous

It's been awhile since I've written a substantial blog entry and I guess this one still won't be one of those. For this one, just allow me to be randomly spontaneous.