"Tilt your head a little more to the left."
Flash.
"Now switch to the other side."
Flash.
"Chin up. Higher. There. Hold, it."
Flash.

You think I'm posing before a camera, I am posing for X-ray shots.XP

You know me, STUUUUUUUUUPIIIID. Drunk driving a mountain bike downhill two nights ago, I somersaulted in the air and smacked my head face-down on the pavement, fracturing my skull and disfiguring my face in the process. I'll be undergoing what you call Reconstructive Surgery over the weekend to rearrange my bone fragments and glue them back to one piece.

Hay hay nakoooooooooooooooo. What did I just do to my fes! My gas!

All the left side of my face appears to have been dragged down the road with my feet strapped to the back of a speeding truck. And oh, my left eyeball is now officially oblongish, squashed from either side. Waaaaaaaahhhh. FJ, who was sozzled and mounted on another bike behind me, found my bike wheels turning still, me sprawled on the ground, unconscious and bleeding my guts and spleen out my nose holes. Yes, I am prone to exaggerate, but that's how it looked like.

And why am I in the house, hurm?? We're supposed to be transferring to Philippine General Hospital for the cheaper surgery, but the doc from St. Lukes said I can spend the night at home tonight, hence I am blogging. And no I am not blogging to spit another thrill-seeking-adventure-that-teleported-me-to-the-hospital. No, I am blogging because.

I need money.

Yes, I need your thick wads of money, people.

To be specific, I need 150000 seashell pesos. Yes, that's fifteen-zero-zero-zero-zero, at the very least. So if you have a heart--or at least pretend that you have one--please send in your donations of any amount through PayPal (Ayan, magagamit ko na ang paypal ko sa wakas!XD), email tobeyum@gmail.com. Or just text or call me at 0917 578 2580. Do you believe in Karma? Well I don't. But if you do, your donation will boomerang back to you a hundredfold, I swear. And when I get rich and famous, I shall place your names in my Hall of Fame to be loved and praised and worshiped by anyone and everyone, including animals and plants, forever and ever. And by that I mean my Hall of Fame, not you.XP Hallelujah.

But you know, this is what I call BEGGING. When I get well I will kneel before you and grovel at your feet and bow down before you like the sun goddess of pagan culture. (By the sun goddess, I mean, the one bowing down before you.XP) I swear I shall be FOREVER grateful, forever and ever until the end of time at the cosmic explosion of the sun and annihilation of the solar system which is conceptually impossible for the planets will peter out their orbits before the sun's cosmic blow would even reach the veering planets but for the sake of illustrating what the end of time looks like, you get what I mean.XP

And yeah, I might not get to enroll next semester. Waaaaaaaahhh. Sob.

Last picture of my face in tact, taken by Sieg.

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