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My Wisdom Tooth


When I had my impacted wisdom tooth extracted last February 5, I was, for a few weeks, practically disabled. No strenuous activities, no never flex a muscle! 

I couldn't stand food particles trapped in between my first molar and my third molar (a.k.a. wisdom tooth) leading to bad breath and worse damage my other molar. By the way, I had my second molar extracted a long time ago.

So I went to the dentist, where she checked it up and advised me to have an X-ray of it -- a panoramic radiograph. I came back afterwards, and was told that indeed my wisdom tooth was growing horizontally inclined and that the better option over continuous flossing, which is close to very ineffective, was to undergo an oral surgery.

I was too brave, no second thoughts. I just wanted to have it extracted once and for all.

Man, it took about one and a half hours. It was hell but at last.

All because of this, I had to turn down invites to play badminton on weekends and was really limited to doing light activities only.  I had to be too mindful of my surgery. I couldn't afford any more bleeding because it sucks big time. The rancid taste of it, the offensive smell, a swollen face -- no, no, no!

Now, I'm happier. Good riddance!

Image: Cebu City, Philippines

Life's Compromises

During a recent visit to our house, my auntie showed us graduation pictures of her son, my 6-year-old cousin who's very comfortable with technology (as if kids nowadays are not!). He graduated from kindergarten last March and is extremely excited about his coming primary education. One of the pictures, was him holding up a microphone on stage. It was part of the program where each young graduate had to introduce himself including his dream/s.

He was sporting a policeman look. The thing is, he really wanted to be an engineer someday but turned out he had to be a policeman because he couldn't think of any way to phrase the right reasons why and acting out the policeman role came easy for him. Maintaining peace and order, call it commonplace! Besides that, he's already complete with costume beforehand.

I was smiling and drifted effortlessly to my little dream when I was about his age. Life has been kind to me ever since, I realized.

Easter Sunday

"This is the day the Lord has made, let us rejoice and be glad. Christ has risen, hallelujah!" -- the message I have received earlier today from my buddy (mentor).

Happy Easter, everyone!

The Smoker's Body


It is too ironic how millions with a pipe clenched in between their lips can be so indifferent to something I personally think is a dead match between their already susceptible body and an obvious killer. There's no denying that while they indulge themselves in doing it, they are making a major cutthroat of whatever are sustaining their body.

So why smoke? Every smoker must ask himself this question and provide an answer. Answers can go from peer pressure, self-gratification, the weather, to coping mechanism, especially to those battling psychological issues. It might seem to them the absolute and only answer, but no more when its effects are already presenting themselves right in front of their face, and then the body goes unforgiving.

This is an attempt to distract you, dear smoker, by telling you a friendly advice that smoking doesn't do you any good.

Please click on this very image, and do care to read the numbered texts.

Image: Cebu City, Philippines

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