No hair, green mask. In this case, white mask. Kratos at his own fund raising efforts.

Kratos in battle a week before the operation last year.

Monster with Japanese hair style tries to kill Kratos when he had hair.

Kratos, the God of War.

Hello. These past few days, I have rekindled my addiction to Playstation 2 with an adventure game called God of War. PS2 online reviews dub it as the best adventure game there is and I must agree. As a player, one assumes the life of the fierce, sexed-up warrior Kratos who tries to redeem his past by helping the gods win the battle of athens against uhm, I don't think I'm in that part yet.

The game is a perfect combination of testosterone-inducing fights (against gigantic monsters (giants?), wraiths, sirens, meduzas, and three-headed beasts) and brain-wracking problem solving scenes. It also features the 1st controllable sex scene in the entire gaming universe. And it's even a threesome. Now you know why I haven't moved on to the final battle scene.

With Kratos, I have suddenly loved my baldness. Where before I couldn't even enjoy an NBA game because it had all the bald niggas in the world - now, I feel cool.

You know having cancer is like joining the Fight Club. But instead of the obvious bruises that are the tell-tale signs of being a member, it's the uber fashionable surgical mask and the no-hair look that gives us away. Ben Stiller has blue steel, we have no hair and green mask.

One time, at church, I saw a woman with a bandana and a mask on. Without even knowing her, I felt an instant connection. I mean, I didn't even have to approach her and ask what the number one rule of the Cancer club was? Well, for you non-cancer humans, it's "Fuck cancer. I'll beat the hell out a 'ya." Second rule is "Fuck cancer, I'll beat the hell out a 'ya." And the third rule is, "Sorry, Lord God, I will not say f**%*^#%ck anymore. Please heal me if it is your will."

Last Tuesday, I was in for my second Positive Emoticons Topography scan or something that sounds like it. PET scan for short. Imagine. A PET scan for humans. The procedure involved injecting radioactive glucose thru a vein in my arm after which I'd sit quietly in a minimalist cozy private room. After an hour, I am made to lie down on an electronic chamber that moves up and down for an hour as it scans every inch of my body. It determined how much cancer cells I still had. Cancer cells feed on the glucose and therefore light up in the monitor.

So I went in the other day thinking if I had prayed enough or changed enough in my life to merit an improvement. Had I eaten the right food? Slept early enough? Breathed deeply enough? Or could the cancer have spread in my brain or in my legs and that the end of Manny Angeles was coming soon ( to a theater near you)? I was ready whatever the result was.

The results came in an hour after through my doctor sister. I got the phone call as I ordered brocolli in a chinese restaurant. I haven't had any food for the past 15 hours as required before undergoing the test.

The result - negative for any kind of disease. There are no more cancer cells in my body. And I will undergo the last 3 to 5 chemo sessions cancer free - the fourth of which is next week.

It's surely not a home run but at least I'm on second or even third base thinking that I could win this battle.

So, thank you for your fun raising efforts, your donations, your prayers. Thank you for the love from my special friends, housemates and my dear family who have all physically shared the ordeal with me. Hi mom in heaven. Hi dad in his room here. Thanks God!

For now, see you around in my green mask. Careful though, it might not be me. This good news is prompting me to write a book which I hope cancer patients would read while undergoing chemo. The title will be "Cancer is just a haircut gone bad." And then the paper will be scented with dalandan to drive the nausea away.

Now back to my gaming.