(not so) fun run

I had a pretty good Friday--except maybe for one minor thing. My tights got snagged by a protruding nail on the bench I sat on. Twice.

Luckily I was wearing a long top / short dress that hid the spots.

Just when I thought there is absolutely no way I could like an article of clothing more, something happens and life surprises me once again.

cheater

I'm not really one to quote Oprah (or read a book just because Oprah recommends it), but I saw an interesting show she did yesterday. It was about cheating men.

While I didn't get to see the whole show, more importantly the closing, some of the statistics actually are still in my head.

It might be the data crunching that I was going that got me fixated on percentages.

1. 12% of men will cheat no matter what
2. 1 in 2.7--okay, make that 1 in 3 men will cheat at least once
3. 55% of the cheaters will deny cheating (even if presented with evidence)
4. Only 14% will admit to their partners without being asked (or 16%? Beats me.)
5. 12% left their partners for someone more good looking, or shapely

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I was not really surprised about #5, in fact my guess was 5 - 10%, only because I DON'T KNOW ANYONE WHO CHEATED WITH SOMEONE MORE ATTRACTIVE THAN HIS PARTNER. Seriously. NO ONE. Maybe I don't know that much people? Not sure.

new toy

For the first time since I moved to Singapore, I am actually excited about the IT show.

I haven't really decided yet, but I think IT IS TIME.

I'm vulnerable.

it's black, it's white

I found my first white hair today. Hmmmmmm. I wonder if I'd grow old to find myself with salt and pepper locks. That ought to be cool. If only it would happen twenty years from now ;)

My dad's post retirement hair was rogue-ish--white in front, black in the back. Maybe I'll be lucky too.

the THROAT about my condition

I had been baldado and partially baldado on and off the last few weeks. After two rounds of antibiotics, a blood test, a x-ray (inhale, deep breath, hold your breath...click), two bottles of that cough mixture, a bottle of banana flavored cough mixture with ventolin (I was shaking for a few days), more than 24 lozenges, two bottles of Pei Pa Koa and A LOT of missed meet ups, the doctor tells me that it is not an infection, but an allergy.

(Okay, so the medication / treatment enumeration is irrelevant--besides the two rounds of antibiotics.)

What am I allergic to? She can't tell. I have to observe she says.

Dr. House, help me.

you will love

Image from here.

how did you know?

I heard from a good friend yesterday. He was asking me how I knew it was IT.

What he wanted to know was that for all the times I went through with it, what made me decide that it was time to let go.

Wow.

I've been asked this question more than a few time, but it was never quite phrased like this, collectively. FOR ALL THE TIMES. Generally, one would refer to the latest, but my friend, as you know is NOT usual.

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I could have given him a blow by blow of my thought process, but that would be pointless. I said what I thought would make most sense to him now.

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I said that while I couldn't tell him reasons why he should stay, I could tell him unreasonable reasons to stay. I could easily give him ten but I chose to share only one, sayang naman lahat ng time and effort that we put into the relationship.