Each player of this game starts with 6 weird things about him- or herself. People who get tagged need to write a blog of their own as well as state the rule clearly. In the end, you need to tag 6 people as well and list their names. Don’t forget to let them know they've been tagged! (Sorry, had to edit the rule a bit for clarity.)
1. I can't whistle. Been trying since childhood to get it right, but I've only managed bursts of hot air.
2. I've never had a toothache in my life. My teeth aren't the best pearlies in the world (I got to straighten them out only lately), but for all their overcrowding, they're healthy and sturdy. My last milk tooth was yanked out when I was in college already; I've had a couple of cavities, but no pain. So when somebody is unable to function over a toothache--aww, but I can't relate.
3. I eat corn on the cob row by row. You wouldn't believe how OC I could get. Whereas others just bite and tear anywhere, I eat my corn methodically. First I open a swath down one side of the cob--say, four straight rows cleared away, like a runway. Then, I nibble at the corn one row at a time, all the way to the other side until only the husk is left.
4. I have a "kuyakoy" habit, which irritates the hell out of my friends, especially when we're in a moviehouse. Excess sexual energy? I wish. Whatever its cause, it's become such a reflexive activity that I don't notice it at all, unless someone whacks me on the knee in protest.
5. I'm from Sorsogon--lived there for 21 years before I began working in Manila. And yet I've never been to Donsol or seen the butanding. You're right, shame on me.
6. I've gone under the knife--twice--without anyone knowing until after. Call it foolhardiness, but surgery doesn't scare me that much. Like this time years ago when a painful, unsightly boil began growing on my left jaw. I thought it would go away, like some pesky pimple. One sunny morning while rushing to the office, I was shocked to see my shadow on the street. One side of my face had become square-jawed! That's how big the pigsa had become.
I took a leave from work that afternoon and, without telling anyone, went to UDMC in Espana to have the boil lanced. The doctor said it was too far gone for the anesthesia to work, since pus had surrounded the wound completely. She had to cut me up without anesthesia. I breathed deeply and said yes.
While two orderlies held me down, the doctor did her thing. The pain was unbelievable--I was groaning and thrashing all throughout. But the incisions weren't the most painful part. Apparently, she also had to take out these nodules--incipient boils--growing on the inside of the wound. I almost passed out when she began clamping and twisting to excise them out. But I got through it. Afterwards, I insisted on looking at the stuff that was taken out, now placed in whatever you call that kidney-shaped basin. Wala lang, I was just curious to see the damn thing that caused me so much trouble. The doctor, puzzled at my interest, had to ask me, "Nurse ka ba, iho?"
Something similar happened with a benign cyst that I had a young doctor take out of my nape some years later. I just went to an HMO clinic, asked the staff it it was covered, and said, I'm ready. My mom nearly fainted when I went home that night with nape and shoulder all bandaged up. These days, almost everybody mistakes the brown-colored scar for a hickey. Haha, again, I wish.
Hey Oliver, Nick, Maryanne, McVie, Butterfly and Mark, your turn!