Dental Implant

We have to drive to New York early morning tomorrow. Why? Well, I am scheduled for surgery. Last week, I just had my CAT Scan (Maxilla and Mandible) done in NYU. I paid $570 for that scan, where if I had it done here in New Jersey (Associated Radiology), they are charging me minimum of $750.00

Today, I received the prescription medicine and picked it up at Wegmans Pharmacy. Have to take 4 capsule of each meds 1 hour before the surgery.

Well, dental implant they say is more annoying than painful.......... alright yeah, but that is not my concern. I know it will not going to hurt, but what bothers me is when they will going to inject aenesthesia on my pallate. Boy, I'm going to have 3 implants.

Don't ask me how much it will cost me for this dental implantation because my Mother (Mama Zenaida) in the Philippines said, my braces and my dental implants is already equivalent to her dream house there.

So, tomorrow.............. Wednesday, October 15!

Hoping that everything will be fine.

The Pleasure, Risk, and Pain of Loving...

In thinking of your past love, you may view it as a failure. But when u find a new one, you suddenly see this failure as a teacher. In the game of love, it doesn’t really matter who won or lost. What important is you know when to hold and when to let go….You know you really love someone when you want him or her to be happy, even if his happiness means not being part of it..

Everything happens for the best. If the person you love doesn’t love you back, don’t be afraid to love again, you’ll never know if it will be returned unless you give it a try. You never really loved unless you risk of it. Love strives and grows in hurting. If you don’t get hurt, you don’t learn how to love. Love doesn’t hurt all the time. The hurting is there to test you and help you grow .
Love is not destroyed by a single failure or won by a single caress.

It is a lifetime learning , discovering, and growing. Love’s greatest irony is letting go when you need to hold on and holding on when u need to let go. Loving people means giving them the freedom to choose whom and where they want to be, regardless whether those choices lead toward or away from you.

We lose someone we love only when we are destined to find someone else who can love us even more than we love ourselves. Don’t find love, let love find you. That’s why it is called falling in love…`

Stop Counting

October 6, 2008

I lost track counting the days I was in my homeland. Now, am home! I miss Jolibbee, Mings, Victoria Corazon and all the new friends I met during my 3 month stay in the Philippines.

Goodluck to all the barristers, see you next year for the oath taking.

90 Days Apart

July 8, 2008

90 Days Apart

Still cramming - my luggage exceeded the weight limit of 70lbs per luggage. So I have to pull-out some stuff. All the chocolates and other pasalubong have to be taken-out. My personal effects too, but not my law books. They are the prime reason why I have to go back.

The sadness we felt the night before my flight have to be set aside because we have to rush. I left a mess in the house.

We drove to JFK International Airport , for almost 2 hours with minimal traffic along the way.

So, it’s time to say goodbye. I asked my husband to leave because I don’t want to see him at the departure area. I don’t know if Tom really left or if he is still there because as I never looked back.

Now I understand what the feeling of being away from your spouse. It’s not the sexual thing, although it is a biological need. It’s deeper than that.

Ahhh, can’t wait to be back home in the Garden State with my “own family.”

91 Days Apart

July 7, 2008

Crammmmming! That’s normal for me. Just as usual, I am not yet done packing my luggage. I should not exceed the baggage weight limit, but when I weigh my luggage its 90lbs….. Yes, 20lbs heavier. So I have to unpack and repack over and over again. Hard to decide which one to keep and bring it home (“home? You are home hon, this is your home” – oh yeah!) But what I mean is “mauli ako sa harong” and harong means home – the usual translation barrier….

When I booked my flight 3 months ago, I was so excited! Excited and happy that soon I will be with ‘home’ with friends and family though a bit skeptical of the barex (Whew, a Tom will always say “hon, your priority is the barex”) and the COST $$$ involve.

Most of my officemates would say “What, you’ll be gone for 3 months alone? Your husband seems to be a nice guy huh…” Then I would say, “I wouldn’t be out there for vacation. I have to be there for the barex.” Well, yeah!

So, the day before my flight is one of the worst days in my life. I do feel Tom’s sadness that even him said that “honestly hon, I don’t want you to go ….(pause)…… but what can I do. You have to take the bar. Just let me know if you change your mind.”……….. See, it’s hard to leave alone. The guilt feeling rushed into my adrenalin, but again, I have to do this.

This is the first time in our 2 year marriage that we will be apart for 3 months. Nah, I hate to say this but boy, I love him that much!

So goodnight folks and join me in this 91 days apart…