The Day I Gave Up Being Straight ;)

After everything that had happened to me before the year ended, I needed to do something new--in hopes of greeting 2007 with a fresh outlook.

I was hanging out with my cousin and sister, discussing with them my sentiments on how I can start anew. Suggestions left and right then I slept through the night.

When I woke up, it suddenly hit me--you know that feeling that you just have to do it regardless of anything...the butterflies-in-your-stomach kind of thing...the jittery-clammy feeling? I felt all of those. I called up my reinforcements then we headed out in less than an hour. Excited was I.

I waited for my turn. They prepped and pep-talked me a lot. In the middle of it all I wanted to stop it--I got so anxious and scared of how I would feel after. It was my first time to try it. It took me nearly three hours to get it done.

So here I am...straight no more. And I love it!


What were you thinking...?! ;)

Note: After this makeover, the car accident happened. So much for being hopeful huh? Oh well...it was worth a try...

Bruised Soul

I've been disconnected from the world for the past days. Been staying at home, recuperating emotionally and physically from a car accident--a first time for me and hopefully the last.

It was 4am of last Friday when two girlfriends and I were driving home from Makati. I was in the passenger side. When we were crossing Ayala Avenue from Dela Costa Street, this speeding cab hit my side. Our car spun around the intersection until we hit the metal fence. I recall calling out to my friends, waiting for them to respond if they're okay. My chest was really painful--I suppose from the seatbelt...I had a hard time breathing.

Minutes later, people were gathering at the scene. I manned the car while my friends were talking to the cab driver and the authorities. I chose not to step out; aside from the fact that the door won't open, I was in shock. I stayed inside until help arrived--my friend's fiance, my brother, and Pao (yes, he came and got me out of the car). I had to be the strong one as my friends were already crying...I had to be strong.

Recalling what happened, we are still blessed because we're all alive. Good thing the street was wet; otherwise the car would've turtle-turned. Good thing I was wearing a seatbelt. Good thing the windows and windshield did not shatter. Good thing there were no other cars we could've hit as we were spinning around.

We went to the police station to file a report then towed the car to the dealership office. On the way to the south, I fell asleep. I woke me up when we reached Asian Hospital. I didn't want to have myself checked as I was really tired and wanting to go home. Plus I was not complaining of anything. It was 8am then. But they were persistent so I went with it.

We had series of x-rays--jaw, neck, chest, spine. I was surprised when they placed a neck brace on me. I got scared and I saw it in his eyes that he, too, was scared. He was close to tears. It was whiplash. My neck and back got really strained because of the impact. No broken bones...thank God. We stepped out of the hospital--two of us in neck brace. The doctor warned us that the pain will manifest in the next few days.

And it did...and I am still in pain. Not only do I have a bruised body but also a bruised soul.