#mark yee

[jackabbot]

THE PITT 2.03 • 9:00 A.M.

[apricustar]

noah wyle wrote an episode so full of humanity it pulsed with life.

you’re in the car with your spouse and things haven’t been the best lately. tempers are short. there’s distance between the two of you that is new and scary when there’s time to give it thought. a maybe-vacation is brought up but there’s too much to consider and there’s too much going on. you know it’s a bit of a hail mary but you’re desperate to bridge the gap between you but everything starts coming out wrong and suddenly the two of you are yelling at each other. both of you are frustrated. neither of you are hearing the other. someone says something thoughtlessly cruel that you use as a stepping stone to then say something else full of vitriol and you know it’s all just in the heat of the moment but it hurts it hurts it hurts—but it’s not the words, not anymore; it’s the accident. and you’re in the hospital being confronted with the real possibility of everything changing—far beyond a simple miscommunication, a few weeks of space. we are rarely ever gifted the knowledge of when things are about to end, when it’s your last time doing something. what do you do when your spouse may die and the last words you exchanged were ones of hate? when your last memory together is one that is cruel? how do you reckon with that being it? no do-over. no going back in time.

you’re married to a man who is kind and good and it’s been a few years but you kinda still can’t stop thinking about your ex-husband even though you swear—you’ll swear to just about anyone—that you’re over him. and you’re having a normal day until you get a call from the emergency room about said ex-husband who you—of course—don’t think about! at least not that often! and before you know what you’re doing you’re already at the hospital asking for him, your hands restless, the pit in your stomach growing by the second. there’s a bitter taste in your mouth; you know you’re doing something edging into the area of not okay but you can’t stop. your ex-husband—michael, michael—looks different but the same but different but the same and you feel so twisted inside you don’t quite know what it is you feel for him. it’s been so long and things were so bad at the end but when you look into his eyes it’s like you’re back several years ago full of warmth and laughter and—yes, you’re remarried; can’t stop fiddling with your ring in fact and—michael is—michael is—sick. really sick. and seemingly alone considering he never changed his emergency contact. you try not to feel anything about that. but you can’t help yourself from asking the question that’s been fighting its way out since you heard what’s wrong and the answer does not bring you comfort. this thing inside michael that has sucked much of the light and life out of him is most likely the reason behind all his personality changes. is most likely the reason behind what caused the beginning of the end for the two of you. how do you carry the weight of knowing? how do you move forward now that you know michael didn’t one day just decide to start picking fights at bars and being aggressive with you and it actually was something completely out of his control? something that if caught earlier could have saved—.

you hate this holiday. it’s not one you’ve ever particularly been fond of but for the past few years the days leading up to july 4th are some of your most dreaded. you’re already on edge, have been for most of the week. you’re shorter, more easily irritated with others in a way you know you’ll feel badly about after all this passes but it’s hard to do much of anything when the—when the firecrackers are going off like your own personal war zone. but still. you do your best. you try to keep to your routine despite your shakiness. so you start preparing your samovar and then you are no longer in your home but back—back—back—there and it’s so so loud and there are screams and shouts and crying and the sounds are animalistic and you retch and realize those noises are your noises and you are in your kitchen and not at synagogue. and god. you’re at the hospital and the doctor is handsome and jewish and has sad eyes but is patient and kind and you find yourself talking about things you do not even allow yourself to often let fully become thoughts. time passes but you still are made to remember like nothing has changed at all. what do you do in light of that? when your faith in others, in yourself, in your faith itself—in everything—has been rocked? when everyone expects you to get better in time but you aren’t even sure what better means anymore?

[lissa]

2.03 “9:00 A.M.” | THE PITT

[weishenbwi]

[routinely-online-girl]

there are two couples that entered the pitt and i need those doctors to do everything they can to save them. i need mark and nancy to go home and live happy ever after. they already fixed up mark, nancy better make it. for couple number two you know how insane it is to have both michael and his ex wife gretchen find out he has a tumor. and every time his ex wife was feeling up uncomfortable she was tugging on that ring, not for comfort, like she wanted to take it off. and feeling completely heartbroken knowing the tumor was likely the cause for their divorce and not him. i hate cheating. in real life, in fiction, i don’t care for cheating. that being said, gretchen needs to commit adultery or leave her new husband. i’m so serious, i feel so strongly for both of these couples we’ve had for less than an hour

[dribolopdapipol]

Mark Yee fined P25K for flagrant 2 against Baser Amer

PBA Media Bureau Mahindra veteran Mark Yee was fined P25,000 for committing a landing spot flagrant foul against Meralco guard Baser Amer that had “dire consequence”. During the third quarter of Mahindra’s 105-92 win over Meralco last Wednesday, Yee was slapped with a flagrant two after Amer landed on his foot during a fastbreak. Amer winced in pain after the sequence. Yee was ejected from the game. Yee has earlier said the contact was accidental and he didn’t mean to hurt Amer. Yee’s penalty was the biggest the PBA handed out in its latest list of fined players. Meralco’s Justin Chua was meted a fine of P7,500 for a landing spot flagrant. NLEX’s Kevin Alas got a P5,000 fine for “tripping with contact” while Alaska’s Vic Manuel received the same penalty for a flagrant one. Manuel was fined another P1,000 for second motion. Meralco’s Cliff Hodge got a P3,000 fine for flopping, and another P1,000 for second motion. Meralco’s Kelly Nabong and Rain or Shine’s Jay Washington were also fined P1,000 each for second motion. A P1,000 fine was also slapped on Mahindra’s Alex Mallari “for not reporting to the officials table”. San Miguel’s Gabby Espinas was fined P1,600 for engaging in a verbal altercation with Rain or Shine’s Don Trollano who was meted a P1,000 fine. The league penalized Star’s Paul Lee with a P1,000 fine for “pointing an accusing finger towards a game official”. Lee’s teammate Jio Jalalon got a similar fine for “pulling down his playing shorts while in the free throw line”. Star’s Marc Pingris received a P1,600 penalty for “disrespectfully addressing an official”. Coaches weren’t spared from PBA’s sanctions. Ginebra coach Tim Cone was slapped with a P5,000 fine for entering the court during a scuffle between his player Kevin Ferrer and Hodge during their out-of-town game in Iloilo last Saturday. Alaska coach Alex Compton was fined P5,000 “for applauding the referee in a sarcastic manner” and another P1,000 for “disrespectfully addressing an official”. http://j.mp/2jWKcRg

[jemicaronelle]

Wwhhhhooaaa! BUTT LOVIN' in the PBA!!! L☺L

PBA's Governor's cup finals and it was Talk 'N Text vs. Petron.  I'm not really into balls so i'm not goin' to give you a run down of the game or so...I just wanted to share to you this video of Mark Yee and Anthony Grundy getting their L♥ve on.  

wahahahaha!!!