Ouchy Eye

I have an eye infection on my left eye and it sucks big time.

My condition is called Recurrent Corneal Erosion. This means that the epithelium of my cornea, or at least a portion of it has been sloughed off, exposing the more sensitive parts of my eye. I first had Recurrent Corneal Erosion 3 or 4 years ago and this is the third time I’ve had it. Fortunately, I still have my medication so it’s more tolerable now than it was before.

What I especially hate about this illness is that it keeps me from the things I love doing the most. The first couple of times, the doctor advised me to stay away from using the computer, watching TV and cooking for at least 10 days or until my eye totally heals.

I know it should be no different now… but I can’t afford not using the PC since it’s pretty much my job now. But I guess adversities do bring out the best in people. My wife volunteered to type my articles for me while I dictate them to her. She also adjusted our computer’s settings for vision-impaired users like myself. I truly appreciate all her efforts to help me in spite of my condition… kinda shows me how much she truly cares for me, huh? I know, that’s just sweet… ***love struck sigh***

Oh well, that’s it for now. Need to finish some more articles. =)

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Catching Up

A lot has happened to me lately. But for some reason, I’m unable to document them in my blog – too bad. Anyway, I guess it’s never too late. However, since I’m quite busy right now, I can only give a short, quick rundown of what’s been going on. I’ll add more info later on – if I have the time.

* September 7, 2005 – Wednesday night
Nasty ran away. It’s mating season and everyone’s pretty much in heat. But since Nasty is the sexiest in the clowder, she’s the only who can squeeze through the grills of our gate. My wife and I searched for her all over the house for at least an hour… I even went up to the rooftop (It felt as if I was a participant in Fear Factor!). I wasn’t able to sleep as I was so worried about her. The following morning, I was sick and slept the whole day – which is what I always do when I’m depressed.

* September 11, 2005 – Sunday morning
Finally, Nasty was home! I was working late and felt hungry so I went downstairs to grab a sandwich. Before going to the kitchen, I looked out the window to check if Nasty’s back (which we’ve all been doing quite a lot) and again wondered where she could be. While washing my hands, I noticed a slim, white cat walk past Kuya Taba – and I know that it wasn’t DJ. I ran to check if it was Nasty, and it was!!! She was so dirty! Anyway, I fed her and my yaya had to bathe her later that morning. Oh well, I’m so glad she’s back. I just realized that it’s more difficult to have a cat that ran away than have a cat die. With the latter, at least you know it’s over. But with the former, it’s like everyday you’re thinking if she’s still alive, if she’s ok, if she had eaten, where she is when it rains, etc. Since then, I’m ALWAYS checking on her and I’m feeding her an extra meal. Aside from the fact that she’s still a kitten and should therefore be fed four times a day, I’m intentionally fattening her up so she can’t squeeze through the grills anymore!!!

* My wife and I both finished the Adventure Mode of Insaniquarium Deluxe.

* My top score in the Action game of Bejeweled 2 (PDA version) is 1,095,200. Unfortunately, my wife broke it this morning with 1,320,600.

* Friendster now supports html tags!!! Not sure if it works ok, but I’ve embedded my beloved Ellen’s performance in VH1 Diva’s Live. I actually did the same here in my blog, but I’m not sure if it works either. Kindly message me if it does or not. I need to know! Thanks!

* I've added a lot of pictures on my main Friendster account. Check them out if you're bored or sad and need some laughs.

* As I’ve mentioned in my previous post, I’ve been writing about wrinkles and homemade beauty recipes. Anyway, I’ve been trying out the stuff that I’ve learned from my research. My dad thinks I’ve gone totally gaga as he laughed at me with his mocking laugh when he saw me. Can’t blame him – I’ve been known to do a lot of hair and skin care treatments at home including hair relaxing, hot oil and even hair coloring (which turned out to be nasty pink!), not to mention facials and manicures/pedicures. Here are a few pictures of me with goo on my face. If my cyberboss sees this, I bet she’ll laugh at me too! From left to right, that’s a facial mask of banana, honey, milk and Vitamin E; then we have good ol’ mayonnaise; and of course, classic honey!

Well, that’s it for now! Back to work!

F * R * I * E * N * D * S

I’m starting to have wrinkles, thinking of articles to write about wrinkles… How ironic.

It’s a Friday night and here I am, working while my wife and four of my closest friends are playing UNO cards, drinking shots of tequila every now and then.  I don’t really mind… I’m happy as it is.  I’m doing something I love (writing), while I see and hear the people I care about the most having fun.  It’s a shame though that my big sister is not here.  But that’s ok because we talked on the phone this evening (pretty much standard operating procedure for us) and that’s enough for me.

Times like these, how can I complain?  I have a good life.

Freaking Out

I just finished writing an 11-page short story.  It’s not exactly for children but I find the story a bit too shallow for adults.  That’s quite shitty, I know.  Anyway, I just wrote that story to see if it could be good enough for something…

Well, that’s all I could say about it for now as I might jinx it or whatever.  I just need to bitch a little because I’m starting to get really stressed out about it.  This is the first time I’ve ever written a short story “for something.”  Hard to explain, but I hope someone out there gets what I’m saying!!!

Oh well, wish me luck on this!  It’s almost 9AM now and I’m just about to sleep!  My wife is so going to kill me!  In fairness, I just started writing my short story last night.  It’s due tomorrow and I’m glad I finished it ahead of schedule.  Ok, that’s it for now… GOOD LUCK TO ME!!!

Normal

Normal is getting dressed in clothes that you buy for work and driving through traffic in a car that you are still paying for – in order to get to the job you need to pay for the clothes and the car, and the house you leave vacant all day so you can afford to live in it.
                                                              – Ellen Lee DeGeneres

Normal.  For some people, normal may not be as bad as how my beloved Ellen described it, but who are we kidding?  This is pretty much what’s normal for most normal people.

Almost six months ago, I decided that I don’t want to have a normal life anymore – so I resigned from the relatively high-paying job that I had for over three years without any clear plans whatsoever of what’ll I do after.  Well actually, I did have a back-up plan then until the people in my supposed “next job” screwed me.  From there, I started living a destitute life – nearly neck deep in debt with no disposable income to speak of.  In fact, I barely make enough money to cover my regular monthly expenses.

From being a Quality Assurance Analyst, I have become a freelance web content writer.  Weird… I’ve always wanted to write for a living.  When I was in Customer Service, I said over and over that I’d be the happiest person in the world if I can just be a writer by profession.  But now that I am one, I’m having a hard time being happy… I can’t seem to fully enjoy my new-found freedom because of all the other things I lost in the process of being what I’ve always wanted to become.  Sometimes, I want to ask myself if I regret ever leaving but I guess my proud self won’t admit it.  It’s either she’s so in denial, or my writer self is oh-so trying to state her case, convincing my destitute self that it shouldn’t be about money and that everything will be alright – eventually.  With all my “selves” trying to sort out their feelings, rationalizing what’s happening and what will happen next, I am then left with, well, one confused self…  Go figure.

Oh well, at the end of the day, I think I’m still more thankful that I have left “the normal life” behind to pursue that one thing I’ve always wanted to become.  Had I not taken the risk, to this day, I might still be asking myself “what if?” and “what could’ve been?”  At least I know now and wouldn’t have to ask.  (Unless I go entirely crazy and start asking myself the “what if?” and that “what could’ve been?” had I not left!)  I guess I just have to make the most out of what I have now… Just write whatever I can, do everything I can to better my craft, hope for the best, and create my own version of a normal life – |BadGirl`JeL| style.

And now, inspired by my beloved Ellen’s quote, comes Jelaineism #7:

Reality is leaving that stressful and shitty job you used to have, which provides you the lifestyle you now cannot afford and thus, miss – making you feel all stressed and shitty.  Once it sets in, you realize… Reality does bite – hard and in the ass.
                                                                – Jelaine Macaraeg