High-Purrring Purple

The Schizo in ME (Psyche
101)

I am in no mood to write, but my other other half poked me
to.

As im eating my peanut brittle from Baguio, I couldn’t even
think of a clue;

Of how I’m gonna start something personal, hmmm…just out of
the blue,

‘Twisted tales of
Jopo’, the recipe behind the woman who dares to be true.

No. 01

It just seems like people now a days doesn’t make much of an
effort,

To connect to old friends that once considered them a pal
well-worth;

Of time and energy spent, with odd slippers running down,

Catching one’s breath, when they were kids like the gangs of
‘Charlie Brown’.

No. 02

Or how about courtships that are now confined via emails?

Exchanging provocative words of endless teasing emotions
that sails;

As far from abroad or maybe…just maybe, from a silent convict
that had been jailed.

Goodbye chocolates, red roses, and fancy restaurants;

the ‘glamour of old-traditional
dating’ has failed.

Oh bring it back for goodness sake! 

Work out that intimate magic of personal shake;

But don’t over do it, unless you wanna be a fake?

No. 03

Now as I’m grinding these sweetness in my mouth, I just
thought of something,

Will I ever get to owe a ‘Prada Sport Boot’ made for
walking?

Hmmm…Feeling and looking better, beaming of luxury for an
act of ego pleasing?

Chic is shiek, but mine is ‘Chic for the geek’ that will be winning.

I may not be that fashion diva, but hey I know someone who
needs a mighty fixing;

Of ‘material world’
wishing and listing, ‘til greed suck up to her soul that is dying.

No. 04

Now as I turned my head far from left, I happily looked at
my two midget babies.

The perks of it is that I don’t have to breastfeed those two
personalities,

‘One born without a
hand’, while the other climbs like there’s no tomorrow.

Well I’m referring to my precious little turtles that I love
with no further sorrow;

For the other even handicapped, I’m still holding unto them
for I shall not throw!

No. 05

I love animals,
though others prefer to leave them in their natural habitat,

But I personally; together with my family would really love
to adopt,

From feathery creatures, to swimming scales, to mammary
glands like of stray cats,

Just as long as they’re not pests; bringing diseases like
those of sewage rats.

No. 06

Alone in my bedroom, with my laptop as my ‘bestfriend’,

It serves as my driving force of diverse functions and also of great trend.

It has been my diary, my artistic sidekick, and my library
of archived albums,

Customizing my endless pics while playing videos of
different tunes.

No. 07

Are you still with me, as I change my subjects drastically?

Whatever crosses my mind, I have no qualms of sharing it
really.

Like I enjoy watching
movies, digging in my pockets to buy some tickets;

Recommendation from friends, columns from newspapers let’s
see what it would get.

As much as I’m fascinated with the story, and how it was
set?

Even great reviews from people I haven’t met as I surf too
in the internet.

No. 08

Oooh…I love Horror
movies so much, I like watching gore and blood-bathing type,

But my imagination wouldn’t let me sleep at night, therefore
I have to wipe;

My sweats from my head, driving me crazy as if it’s there to
frighten me badly,

Behind me, beside me,
back off! I said back off…now I’m
having nightmares silly me!

But I’m sure a heavy load of carbo ticked off when I’m
almost dozing of to fantasy.

No. 09

Then there are audiences laughing, as I watched gays
mockering one another,

‘To the left, to the
left’, an overly active participant cheering for his balikbayan brother.

He was laughing furiously, ‘till he fell ‘hard-flat’ to his
left side,

An outcome brought by magic of ‘gay performers’ for they do not hide;

Such real people, the ‘real
deal’ that you could actually confide.

No. 10

Pestering officemates, outbursts of political scandals,

There’s no difference at all for they’re such squabbling
little rascals;

The ultimate pounding opponent that I dare to knock-out,

A ‘silent battle that
I deal’ for my frustrations kicks in no doubt!

No. 11

I do not condone anything illegal, because I patronize
bootleg softwares,

Cheaper and somehow easier to find, a virtual companion that
I could easily share.

The desire for techno soundtracks, and with an equally
exciting games;

Of  ‘Need for Speed’, ‘Tekken3’, ‘Silent Hill’
some popular video names,

Be it PS2 or PSP, as long as I’m the owner of it and
nobody could claim.

No. 12

I certainly love taking photos of me with my hommies,

As I click and click, replacing batteries upon batteries;

Of my handy digicam, my reliable storage of good memories.

Those priceless moments captured are mine for keeps,

Worthy to share to my colleagues, yes…my trusted-fellow
peeps.

No. 13

I had the passion for collecting cute stuff which adults
tend to dislike,

For I am a ‘child at
heart’, expressive and vibrant like a playful little tyke.

I love Purple so much
that I fail to recognize other colors surrounding me,

Henceforth, it’s my advocacy to buy only Purple things, part
of my philosophy.

Until the increasing volume of my collections could no
longer fit in my so-called sanctuary.

No. 14

I cannot afford to go home without anything bought from the
mall,

As I simply call to confess my addiction to ‘Purple Bears’ and all;

That is dangling and hanging of colorful beads of neon
silicon I stick to my wall.

And lively dolls of jesters and harlequins, clowns with
shimmering crowns;

Of majestic ‘Purple Color’
with matching glitters beaded on their gowns.

No. 15

Did I mentioned of Mcdonald items, Burger King toys, and yes
of Jollibee too?

The gluttony is not of foods but of freebies packed in their
kiddie meals, yahoo!

Why, Oh why, Oh Why? I certainly myself could not understand?

If I couldn’t, then I guess you wouldn’t, so I lift and
raise my hand;

For those who knew me less, therefore you don’t have the
right to reprimand,

‘Coz I am my own world, my own space, my own time, for ‘I am a one-woman-band’.

No. 16

Am I getting to annoying? Too long and wasted?

Yeah I guess so, damn it! This is my blog, and not
those things you expected.

But rather than setting out the expected, go with the flow;

There’s nothing like learning things from others in order to
grow.

If not…then suicidal is the least you can do…like being 6
ft. below.

No. 17

No matter how fabulous a smell of a cigar brings you,

It still adds to the complexity of ruining your health into;

Undesirable lymph nodes and problematic heartbeat to name a
few.

Unless the thought of an opulent smoke is more appealing,

Than shaping up and leaning towards spiritual healing is much more fulfilling.

Amen!

No. 18

I am comfortable with myself, as I kept on ending my notes
with a rhyme,

Like a tape recorder you can rewind from time to time;

Freaking insane…yeah I know, I confess to this simple crime.

But do you have what
it takes to get to the heart of a good story?

As you pitch in your ideas and don’t have anything to worry,

If it will be read or not by the public who likes to
criticize completely.

Oh you shouldn’t be.

You shouldn’t be!

Go on and be free.

No. 19

Writing is a huge opportunity of individuals to express
one’s self,

Oxymoron or
Euphemisms…neither can be for it is considered as wealth;

Of inner growth, creative stimulation, and molding you out
of your old shelf.

Regardless of trauma or dreadful, humiliating experience,

Life goes on, for you have acquired the years with ultimate
sense;

Of journey that will let you out from your picket fence!

No. 20

I fully exploit the quantities of cheese on my food,

Be it on pasta or pizza, for it is an orgiastic feast
wobbling good!

Then I clear my digestive channel, barely enough to fit a
Chinese Buffet,

The aroma of Peking Duck and Shanghai Rice as it’s
being sauté;

Upon flavors and flavors of the ‘Oriental East’ meets ‘Italian
cuisine’,

I do not mind mixing them both to the extreme!

No. 21

Most importantly…do not talk while you’re eating,

Either you are a mute for the meantime, or with someone
binging;

Like a confirmed bulimics, piercing through their
throat-puking;

Liquid, disgusting habit only to conform to‘societies figure-thinning’,

As they might never experience the sweet-savoring of juices
flowing

Of ‘Finger Licking Goodness’ like those
serve during Thanksgiving.

No. 22

Some portions of junkfoods here, and a an indulgence of chocolates
there,

I do not mind using my hands and getting rid of my
silverware.

I mean come on! Who
eats them with a spoon and fork?

Even our own version of fried skin pork,

Cannot escape the threat of groupies gulping beer;

Match made in heaven, while their liver strives to be clear.

No. 23

Excessive liquids are not my thing.

Though it is an effective way in clearing;

Only if it’s water, fruit beverages, sodas and cool soya,

But I say no to alcohols, beer, strong punch, and yes you Vodka.

Hardcore drinking aficionados, or should I say ‘Drunken
Mastah’!

No. 24

As I welcome the Christmas spirit; a ‘cheerful holiday’,

It is in this special season that we make way,

Of whimsical magic for kids and adults to create in frolic
ray,

Even if irony hits you let’s say;

Of poverty and future in stray,

Don’t be…momentarily, learn to play,

Learn to be happy, feel light, yes for a while please stay,

No matter how hard it hits us but at the end of the day,

We’re still holding
on…kneeling with our hands clasp as we pray,

For strength and wisdom to go through life again in search
for a better day.

No. 25

As I convey my stories and emotions through words,

From a psychological perspective, I still have unresolved
artworks.

Pitching of different feelings though it may come with some
territory,

Of responsibilities and commitment to improve the quality;

Of what I call ‘passion’ to compose with endless
possibilities,

Of ideas that comes effortlessly, that I truly guarantee!

Life for me is
complex, but once you figure it out, isolation is my best intimacy.

To be continued…

I wanna be a…SuperHeroe!!!

In a land far, far and away lives a distressed being,

That easily knocked out blokes of superficial intelligence.

‘Mighty Aphrodite’ seemingly uncontrolled feeling,

She dwell in phobia of undesired preference.

Oh hear me, hear me, hear me!  I yell out to thee;

I want my lemon ice tea, freshly squeezed and cold to the last drop.

But then after a few conversations, I think I needed to take a pee.

‘Dynamically reconfigurable’ my body’s not on it’s top.

Wait…silence!  Must you shout?  I heard you loud and clear,

For my ears are swollen of your hypocrisy.

I felt that shivering mode, you must conquer your fear,

For if not, I have to eliminate you eventually.

Holy Macaroni!  I mean…gee whiz, “Godzilla Manila”!!!

What that hell are they upto?

I heard from a million miles of their revolutionary agenda,

Sorry, but I do think the

Philippines

has already a clue;

What used to be the ‘Pearl of the Orient’ is a disaster like melted mozzarella.

Yummy but melts easily from corrupt thoughts;

Of malignant politicians, and idiot leaders.

‘Inspirational Junkies’…that’s what I needed to fought!

Are we reluctant to take on the battle and reform those gold diggers?

Ultimately, the dying country has no one to look upto as their teachers.

Then my radar confronts a massive heat,

Of  social problems, unable to find it’s match

To come up w/ the purest vaccination that’s hard to defeat.

By then i’m excited to be in the front row to watch;

But also my instinct pushes me to be part of some young idealistic batch.

As far as from Batanes to Sulu, it’s imperatively time;

Of natural revolution and turn out the banner of global attack,

Beaming with hope, I address my chest of ‘lemon and lime’;

My visionary logo w/ a little twist of sweetness and sour on its back.

Carbon Monoxide atmosphere…deactivate! 

My inner voice of ultrasonic evaporates in mid-air.

Preparing the myriad of dimension to initiate,

Truly what’s best for the country; shall I say is in despair.

I want to wipe out solid waste of human negligence.

I want to wipe out air pollution brought by fumes of deadly ego.

I want to wipe out noise bitches setting foot on modern differences.

I want to get rid of companies only measuring up to their own lives.

I want to get rid of poverty, killing the future w/ a deadly spiral of hunger.

I want to get rid of corruption, the mistress feared by all wives.

Am I asking too much?

Am I posting civil warfare?

O baby don’t yah cry, hush, hush!

For here I am, dreaming of my own share,

Of world that collides and moguls that care.

For I am a Super Hero;

Probing deeper of verbal manifestation,

With the range of my edgy echo,

I could no longer bear the theatrical performance of politicians.

Die you wicked morons!  Die and be gone to oblivion!!!

So that’s why I take Centrum…I wanna be complete! = )

Kaya I settle for being a Super…….CaliFragilistic Expialidocious na nga lang!

Si Paborito

O kay saya kung ikaw ay kasama,

Anong sarap ng feeling pag ikaw ay pinapasa.

Hatid mo ay ligaya, at masasayang ala-ala,

Ikaw ang nagbibigay sa akin ng sigla.

Minsan nga pag malungkot, siya aking hinahanap,

Mistulang unan na aking yakap-yakap.

Parang ako’y high na high, na naka-apak sa alapaap,

‘Indescribable Feeling’ siyang binibigkas, o diba ang sarap?

Sa kasiyahan siya din ang kasama,

Hindi kaniya iiwan, ano man ang timpla,

Ng isang okasyon, basta’t andiyan lang siya.

Allelujiah!  You’re the best…‘Kapamilya’!

Malamang hinuhusgahan niyo nako siguro?

Care ko?  Bakit di naman ako humihingi ng sustento,

Kahit nga isang kusing ng pera mo,

Di ko pag-aaksayahan noh!

Basta ako nagsasabi lang ng totoo,

Na siya talaga ang ‘Star’ ng ating mundo.

O sige, patutunayan ko ha,

Kung may ‘Birthday’, walang pumunta?

O kahit sa munti mong ‘Despedida’?

Inuman sige nga!

Eh sa wala ka talagang handa?

Ano…gusto mo silang tumunganga!

Dehins mo ako naiintindihan pare!

Yung sarap na naidudulot niya grabe.

Ang laki talaga ng kanyang silbe,

Lalo na sa mga nagtitipid ang siste.

Haaay…tuwing ako ay bibisita pa nga sa iyo,

Di mo ako binibigo.

Sa iyo pa nga ako unang humihinto,

Minsan pa nga ay iniiwan si mister ko!

Bakit ba ganyan ang taglay mo di ko maintindihan?

Ano bang meron ka, at di kita maiwanan?

Makita lang kita, o anong saya aking nararanasan.

Saan man magpunta, mukhang ikaw ay aking sinusulyapan!

Kaya siguro di ka pinakilala ng aking mga magulang,

Dahil dulot mo daw ay di kagandahan sa aming katawan.

Paano nila nasabi yun?  Di naman nila mapatunayan!

Mother know’s best!  Yan ang kanilang pinangangalandakan.

O sya!  Wala na akong magawa,

Kundi sumunod, pero hanggang kelan kaya?

Pag ako ay matanda na, tignan nyo lang, makakamtan ko din ang laya,

Dahil ako ay pasaway, walang bawal-bawal, kayo din magsa-sawa!

Nung ako ay lumaki, ayun!  Ikaw ay naging parte nga ng aking buhay,

Iba’t ibang okasyon; iyong inatenan, wala ka talagang sablay.

Minsan nga mas madami ka pa, kesa sa mesang nakahaing mga gulay,

Walang pumapansin, paano daw walang kabuhay-buhay!

Isa ka nga bang masamang bisyo?

Pati mga musmos iyong naluloko?

Dulot mo ba ay perwisyo?

O ako lang di makuntento?

Hangad ko ay bultu-bulto,

Isa nga ba akong adik, ‘wag naman po!

Sige na nga, dahan-dahan na,

Masama ka daw kasi, yan ang sabi nila.

Paano kasi kung tirahin kita,

Parang walang bukas na matitira!

“I’m sorry” sabi ko,

Tao lamang kasi ako.

Na hindi maiwasan mapaliko,

Tumingin sa iyo at huminto.

Ayan na nga ba, perwisyo o!

Maglalabas ulit sa bulsa ko,

Nang perang pambili ng gusto,

Baka naglilihi kaya ako?

O miss…limang ‘ChiChiria’ pakilagay mo,

Sa plastic na di mapupuna laman nito.

Baka kasi mapansin ni mister ko,

Pagbawalan na naman po,

Ay…bago mawala sa ulo,

Miss, pakidagdag yung ‘Cheeze Tortillos’,

Yung malaki ha, pakibilis lang po.

O anong hinihintay nyo pa diyan…Upakan time!!!

            

Dearest Diego

My hubby bought him together with his cousin,

Though a sum of money is needed w/c I refuse to give in,

Weighing our arguments, I see him winning,

He told me it’s worth it, so I just nodded and left him.

Then there were two ‘parrots’ colorful and lively,

My curiosity has settled in, I guess I accepted it completely.

But the genders were still unknown, that’s fine with me,

As long as it can be taught, it serves its purpose already.

Months were counting, eager to hear him say something,

Sun flower and bird seeds were consumed, new tricks were not learning.

Come on you dumb bird!  The desire was there burning.

Impatient I may sound, but my curiosity is stunning!

The other bird was even fed of chili red pepper,

To quickly fire up it’s tongue as lively as it’s feather,

As said in a book, it would quickly learn better,

Like a baby learning how to walk as fast as a toddler,

Unfortunately we noticed him gradually becoming weaker,

I think it brought harm than good, and so it’s life ended bitter.

Now what’s left is our precious bird named Diego.

We took care of him, and there we’ll see where it’ll go.

For the first few weeks, we taught him to say ‘Hello’,

But decided to have fun with naughty words like a boss with a ‘Big Ego’.

And so it spoked well, playing with those words; bouncing back like an echo.

Hoooray!  What a thrill, it’s like opening up a stereo.

After a year and 2 months, it did well, or so we thought?

Came hard rains, and thunder, and even chills it further fought.

Oh we kept ignoring, as if it’s normal, not knowing what it had caught?

Probably a flu?  We didn’t care, neither to a veterinary we didn’t brought.

But like humans; it improved, it talked, and it moved.

But there goes another tragedy, so therefore I must conclude,

On Aug.22 of 2007, as early as

6am

, clueless, we heard Diego uneasy; unruled!

Shocking!  My husband caught my cat reaching him with it’s mighty grooved!

My wild cat had scratched Diego on it’s head; forever marked and tattooed.

It’s raging paws had hit him hard, we were stunned, all along I thought it was secured.

We kept on feeding, and teaching Diego as if didn’t happened,

Sick and motionless, his days were numbered; death it landed.

My heart was crushed, I went on to weep, and was really saddened,

By the idea of Diego, in the beginning; once unwanted.

Now emotionally attached, he’s part of me, he’ll not be forgotten,

In a vacant lot, he was buried; My Dearest Diego your wish has been granted.

Awwwwwww…now I’m sad na tuloy!

Weirdness…

I was watching this late night news,

After a heavy meal of Bacon Carbonara.

Battling my sleepyhead; Oh I must refuse,

As I lay in bed comfy in my pajama.

It was past

midnight

, consciously awake, but not for my honey,

‘Coz I’m aware of my tummy; still full and bloated.

I try hard not to fall, but my eyes are getting drowsy,

Until those thunder ruined my dreams and got distorted!

Boy, oh boy, oh boy!  Was I surprised or what?

I heard weird noises from somewhere,

Though I’m not sure either from this or that?

I just want it to shut up for all I care.

Then this static from my t.v. popped,

Interfered slightly my favorite show.

So I switched and pressed ‘til my remote dropped,

Bending to my left, reached it, and wallah…there it glows!

In my cabinet were my selected toy collection,

One of them blinking, with robotic sounds.

Scary enough for me, not to mention, facing in my direction!

Horrible I thought, I hope it won’t crawl down to the ground.

I shook my hubby’s arm, to show him what dazzled me,

He peek through in his one eye, even if he’s mighty sleepy.

“Arrrrggghhh…”  Like a pirate he mumbled suddenly,

It’s ZURG me right, whuuuuaaat?  My favorite toy from ‘Toy Story’?

But I bought him 8 years ago together with his buddies.

From then on, I placed him inside my cabinet,

Never played with them with my homies,

That’s one thing for sure I could not forget.

It kept on beeping with 3 different sounds recorded,

Just like in a movie he portrayed; quite funny and absurd.

It was kind a creepy, actually I didn’t know how it started?

My theory was the thunder’s vibration that occurred.

After some pondering, I decided to sleep,

But it does no good, for the noise was absolutely annoying.

Starring at him, how could it possibly beep?

It doesn’t have a battery; worst, it keeps on going and going!

It continuously alerted my senses ‘til sunrise came,

My mind had gone crazy,

That has set my insomia into shame,

Rattled me that night, oh poor me!

How could this possibly be?

It was kept long enough,

Until it sounded, and tested my ability,

Partly to teach me sometime to laugh,

And separate science from scary facts,

That life is one WEIRD shit to interact!

(Dedicated to my favorite violet toy Zurg

From Toy Story1 and 2)

Purple Madness

Excited…I left my hubby downstairs as he chat with some strangers while I quickly run up to the 3^rd floor after a two hour shop at the mall.  I immediately grabbed a chair, reached and placed my ‘110th purple bear’ unto my cabinet.  Overall, my purple cabinet’s are filled with stuffs that I really, really love.  Though I knew it from the start that it was congested.  For the fact that I can no longer slide the thick framed glass of my cabinet, but somehow manage to squeeze my newly added collection with my enduring patience, as I carefully pushed the others back that took me quite a while as drops of sweat hit my face.

Poor them.  I think some of the stuffed bears are deformed.  Noses were pressed back.  Bodies were tightly squeezed.  Even there arms were raised up high forcedfully.  They badly needed to be place in a new spacious shelter I guess?  But that is another issue that I have to convince my husband.  So for now, all I can give to my babies are friends that they could mingle while I’m not around with them in the house.  Ooooh, Spoooooooky!

My cabinet is my ‘Sacred Keeper’.  It held and kept a lot of my favorite items.  Some are hard-to-get purple goodies that I usually bought from vintage stores.  The cabinet was actually designed, created and hand-painted by my husband.  A gift he gave me after transferring to our new home.  And being a certified O.C. that I am, I made sure that no finger prints where marked on the glass.  I easily get irritated if I noticed one, and somehow my husband gradually adjusted to the kind of habit that I have.

Even after celebrating our 1^st year anniversary, it still feels good to collect something you are fond of.  That visual pleasure that injects a natural high.  Something that I couldn’t explain but creates a feeling of satisfaction.  Perhaps a craving to seek and once found, you don’t want to lose them at your sight.  It’s a devotion.  Hmmmm…exaggerated?  But I never get tired of collecting; possibly wanting more as a form of a simple achievement.

I don’t know why, but I usually found myself staring at my cabinet for at least a minute, waking up before proceeding to the bathroom.  Probably a habit that is subconscious, but it does give me a sense of joy and pride.  It may sound absurd, but…yes, “Am I not ‘purply good enough for you?  Today, may not be my day, but Tomorrow, I’ll make sure I’ll find one.  ( If not then try again ).

As far as I can remember, I’ve been collecting my ‘purple goodies’ as I fondly call it since highschool.  But I became serious as soon as I started working; earned my own money after college.  Approaching my so-called 30’s, I never considered to cease collecting.  I maybe considered (old by others) for my age to collect, but after all, they are precious to me.  There’s not a certain bracket of age that will dictate us to stop, as long as it gives you the amount of happiness you’re yearning, then by all means go for it.  For me, it does make me feel good.  A simple glance is a time worth spending.

I don’t know how I end up collecting them?  I just felt the likeness when I was a kid.  The passion grew when I encountered purple things along my way, especially when my mom gave me my very first gemstone.  An Amethyst which she said that I have to take care of since it’s my birthstone too. I pretended to be the guardian, safely keeping it.  Then of course I was absolutely happy.

Everyone in the family knew of my fondness for everything that is Purple.  It has been easy for them to wrap me up some presents on certain occasions.  One time, my dad ate in this popular food chain in one of those busy main streets of

Manila

.  He saw a package meal where toys are included if you would purchase the given ‘kiddie value meal’.  It was so thoughtful of my dad to give me those plastic purple toys, even if it meant eating 5 more burgers to avail of the 6 promo toys.  I didn’t even asked for it, it just came so naturally for them. 

Just like what my husband, Edsel would do, he continues the habit of giving me something that is purple even if it’s not my birthday.  Be it an inexpensive wallclock, a picture frame, or a coffee mug, it doesn’t matter as long as it’s purple.  Very sweet!  I didn’t demand him, it’s simply an act I call…‘LOVE, haha!

I was even more excited everytime my birthday arrives.  I knew I would be receiving gifts of Purple treats.  I really considered them valuable.  For instance, my former officemates handed me their gift.  I unwrapped it excitedly like a kid, and found a doll with matching ‘purple hair’ to brush, stroke, and accessorize it.  I felt like I was in my kinder days, with my ‘girly playmates’ pretending to have a tea party.  Wonderful!!!

My dearest friends way back from highschool, college, and even former officemates do have something in common.  They also love the idea to collect.  Their collections would actually vary from the smallest, to the cheapest stuff, upto the most expensive items that you could possibly imagine.  From stamps, colored erasers, and  stationaries, to the unusual, rare expensive toys such as marvel comics and figurines, mangga/comics, anime/japanese metal-cast figurines, to vintage Transformers, Voltes V, Astro Boy, G.I. Joe collections, He-Man, to McFarlene Movie characters, and so much more! 

I guess that’s what makes us bond together and go out of our way to shop at malls and even surf the net to reserve for future editions of collector’s item, or simply to trade for your old valuable toys.  It’s more like a treasure hunting.  The older you find, the more priceless it can be.  Take for example a vintage ‘Archie’ edition #16 baby-tee on the net that I found auctioned on the net.  It cost around 320$, and I thought it was damn expensive, but hey…a young Filipina actress bought it.  How’s that for a third world country who can afford to spend so much for a t-shirt?

Frankly, not everyone can relate to us.  Others may question; some would call it ‘weird’, or unpractical.  But it all boils down to being happy.  It’s a way to release stress.  A fun, playful fixation that sometimes you look forward to find each day.  Sometimes a mere candy wrapper he finds and picked in urban streets can be called collecting.  Antique coins handed down by your great grand uncle is something you can pass on to your great grand children too.  And most importantly, it also leads to a greater connection.  Connecting to a more diverse folks who happens to have a habit of collecting simply for the sake of pure fun.  Yup, it’s fun, fun, fun!  As long as you can afford it then why not?  But not to the extent of going beyond the means of your salary, or asking your parent’s and siblings to lend you money as you may lie extensively to meet your demand, then I would consider you being the unreasonable one.

I am a Purple Lover.  I have bunch of goodies at home to prove it.  It may sound boring, but I do care to mention it.  From straws to plates, toothbrush to grape-flavored toothpaste, powdered grape juice drinks, table cloth to bed sheets, chimes to fans,  candles to picture frames, body accessories to toiletries at home, pants to blouses, and the list goes on.  I can be extremely happy for over a simple purple eraser.  Shallow me, but at least I’m easy to please. 

I would like to take this opportunity to thank those who have contributed to my overcrowding purple items; My supportive family and loving hubby.  My dearest friends, officemates, and even neighbors.  And my extended family’s of my husband as well.  From their simplest gift they could think of, I’m just happy of the thoughtfulness they executed.  From the fact that they took their way out of giving something means so much to me.  I’m so blown away with a lot of appreciation in life.  Really! 

And to end up, don’t you know that a child with a respiratory or heart ailment, if given a teddy bear, helps to alleviate the condition if cuddled, and hug while sleeping.  So I suggest you give someone you’re concerned with a Purple Bear with lots and lots of love.

Oh yes, a Purple Bear indeed. Cheers! = )

(Any positive or violent reactions are welcomed.  If booo’ed by the crowd,  take note “ Sa inyo na isang milyon!  Kung kaya ng sikmura nyo!  Quote and unquote by the lovable, angelic, miss mannered, virgin Wendy.  Aheheheh….)

My Lucky Charm

I got a text from a very special friend,

She told me it was a launch I could easily comprehend.

I asked what to wear?  Just as usual she recommend,

Then I agreed eventually to come in the end.

Inviting me into this program where I still haven’t participated,

Hotel Crown Plaza, in Ortigas was the place to be attended.

Though I was hesitant at first, but a bit of excited,

After a long pause, I replied and happily committed.

I tag along my mom to witness the event,

Assuming the probability of fun might turn out to be different.

I guess if it’s boring then by all means enjoy the sumptuous food,

But experiencing that moment, for me I clearly understood.

I wasn’t coerced; I freely abide, I need not judge for it is rude.

We arrived at the hotel, registered our names, tickets were given.

Went inside, greeted by opulence, as speakers were goal driven.

Then I roamed around to settle my curiosity,

There I found a variety of brushes of high-end quality.

Oh now I know it’s a hardware thing!

The launch about U.K.’s LG Harris was totally amazing.

It’s all about industrial paint brushes and stuff like those,

They made us test their brands with matching pictorial pose.

With unique grip and handles ranging from short to long,

Fine-Flexi bristles, of materials so durable and strong;

It doesn’t stick on canvass, oh you can’t go wrong.

A splash of peach, a stroke of baby blue,

I brushed it heavily; paint’s so desirable, convincingly true.

But you know what’s the best during that night?

We pig out what we like to our heart’s delight.

Buffet of foods lay out on different trays,

Desserts and delicacies, as if I wanted to stay!

Even chocolates upon chocolates where in every corner,

For guest to munch while waiting for their order.

With drinks like tea or juices whatever you prefer,

While waiters serving along those delicious appetizers.

It was past 10 pm and climax has started to reached,

People began to wonder…which is which?

Who will be the lucky winners for that exciting night,

Announcing the numbers randomly was a little bit of a fright.

3^rd…2^nd…1^st consolation prizes were exactly what we wanted,

But it didn’t turn out the way we’ve expected.

Nodding our heads, in a way frustrated,

It would be fun somehow to get gift checks instead;

Of going home far away and empty handed.

Just as I was about to place my ticket’s inside my bag

There shouted out my ticket number by this lad.

I was stunned in disbelief, overwhelmed and silent,

Composing myself ; how will I act?, thrilled for a moment.

I thought it was over, and that I wouldn’t win,

But my mom was a positive thinker, “I told you” with a grin.

I was happy enough to settle for minor prizes,

I just couldn’t believe; God truly shower us with surprises.

Reality hit me, I needed to act instantly,

But was kind a timid so I turned to my mom quickly.

“I don’t want to go in front!”  Neither of us do,

My convincing power failed, no other choice, and so I have to.

“Congratulations you won a microwave oven” came the reply,

My lips were like glued, I couldn’t utter a word, boy I was shy!

Two British guys reached out for my hands, I must be dreaming?

Wow!  Am I lucky or what?  It’s such a fabulous feeling.

It’s like everybody were wishing they were me,

For winning isn’t that easy,

It takes a few to be lucky,

It might be faith, call it destiny.

Oh Shocks!  I shouldn’t be proud,

Instead I thanked my angel among all of the crowd.

An angel who invited me; my special friend named Angie,

Together with my mom and me,

Oh what a tandem that I considered to be lucky.

I dedicate this to the both of You!!!

Circus de Soleil Eleksyon

Ako’y nagising sa maingay na prusisyon,

Animo’y parang piestang pinagkakaguluhan ng mga tao.

May nagsisigawan, nagkakantahan, isang masayang okasyon,

Aba’y eleksyon na nga pala, panahon para amuhin tayo!

Nakakatuwang pakinggang mga kantang kanilang pinasadya,

Mga adhikain at misyon daw kanilang gustong maipatupad;

Kanilang isasakatuparan at di maba-baliwala,

Sa anumang oras sila’y maibalik sa pwestong kanilang hinahangad.

Eh teka?  Ba’t di nyo ginawa dati pa!

Mga programang kay gandang pakinggan sa tenga?

Kay tamis nyo kami suyuin,

Ngunit baka pagnakaupo kami’y lukohin.

May ‘Boom..tarat…tarat…’at ‘Itak-tak-mo’ akong naririnig,

Meron ding  ‘

Tara

Let’s…’ at  ‘Sugod…mga kapatid.’

Mga kantang pinasikat ngayon, kanilang pang-akit.

Ako’y nagsasasawa na; minsan nga nakakabuwisit!

Di na talaga mababago sistema ng pulitika sa ating bansa.

Mistulang pinagkaka-kitaan tuwing pagsapit ng eleksyon.

Pangsu-solicit kay daming naglipana,

Pag di napagbigyan, galit pa sayo…ay sus meh, kunsumisyon!!!

Bukod sa dumi at gastos na dala din ng eleksyon,

Walang rin pakundangan silang magdikit at magtapal ng mga materyales.

Kawawang poste, pader, gate, pati puno walang exemption!

Mga poster na kanilang idinidikit, paggabi aking pinupunit, sabay walis.

O ayan ang inggay na naman, todo megaphone si manong sa labas,

Nakaka-awang makitang nagtiya-tiyagang mag-ikot sa init maghapon.

Hmmm…di rin!  Pera ng taong bayan yang pinangbabayad…winawaldas!

Kapatid na ata ni Mayor, Congressman, Gobernador, Senador ang kurapsyon.

Sige hala-bira, kumakanta, sumasayaw, nagpapatawa, nang-aamo,

Mukha kayong mga engot, senglot, gago’t payaso.

may mga sexy starlet pa nga at mga artistang kinumbidado,

ayun si manong pulitiko nagcha-cha-cha…di pa nakuntento!

Eeewe…ang tatanda nyo na, mahiya naman kayo sa mga apo nyo!

Oh well,  what the hell!  Ang tanging magandang ala-ala,

Nakatanim nung ako’y bata pa…

Eh nung mamatay si Benigno Aquino,

At ng magka-Edsa Revolution sa mundo;

Feeling ko tuloy-tuloy na ‘to!

Ang pagbabago sa wakas makakamtan,

Ay letse!  Di rin pala, pinaasa lang ako at nasaktan.

Sana

…kung di napatay si Tito Magellan ni Lapu-Lapu,

Baka tayo’s sfeaking espanyol, ola…chika di amigo,

World class beauty ka-level sina Ms.Venezuela o

Peru

,

Kasi malapit na Miss Universe ipalabas, Ay wait ang labo ko!

Next issue pls!

It was around midnight, and soon came Monday morning.

I didn’t care less if I get well-rested, not until I tossed and turn,

For hours it kept me waking, going…counting and continuing…

Scratching my skin furiously, ending up some really bad burn.

I was agitated…restless, and convincingly up for a bad mood,

My eyes squint to find time, then quickly closed as if in a hurry.

Realizing unconsciously, clearly I understood!

We were flocked by my worst enemy, oh yes, I needed to worry.

For them to suck blood and fill up their hungry, filthy body,

Yes, it’s the name of their game, though I needed to act instantly.

Those itchy sensation is totally absurd!

I’ve been scratching intensively for 5 hours, freaking madness you see,

Hitting and clapping both my hands wanting them to vanish into our world.

Oh those tiny, miserable mosquitoes, why are they created?

There purpose is irrelevant, quite questionable for me.

I don’t see them being useful, rather pest carriers,

Bacteria’s dwelling on them, ultimate infection, to the max infested!

Terrible, little flying machines, noisy as it can be,

The sound of well-asleep is disturbed, I am norturnally wasted!

‘Let there be lights!’  For I could no longer sleep,

Our body were filled with pinkish bumps, invitingly itchy.

It’s 5am, 1 hour before our alarm starts to beep,

My hubby went to the kitchen to fix a cup of coffee,

After drinking, he then showered full body.

It was a night of trauma, a day of pondering,

Will it ever strike again?  Oh please…not tonight!

I sprayed this unfriendly-insecticide, ewwwe…foul smelling,

Revenge is oh so sweet, yeah fight, fight, fight!

For I will not let YOU ruin our sleep,

For I will wear my pajamas up to my toes,

For I will not standby and let YOU creep,

For I will not let YOU live…YOU filthy, disgusting foes!

Fin

My Furry Little Friends

As I went to our pantry for some biscuits and tea,

He gushes through our chairs mighty swiftly.

I knew he was there, but it always surprises thee,

Then I started to caress his furry body

And it started to jump on my knee!

So he began to purr on me delicately,

Enticing me to pamper him unconsciously.

‘Come on Mrs. Felicity…give me something for my tummy’

That’s what I felt from my friend instantly.

But my mama blurted out to send him out of our house,

‘I couldn’t do that, he’s useful keeping track of the mouse’.

So when lunch and dinner are served on the table,

I made sure I reserved a handful of food attached with a label.

‘Don’t feed my cat with leftovers of meat and fish bone’s…

It might clog his little throat and moan of diff. tones’.

‘Oh you stupid sister of mine as my brother heard what I said’,

Don’t you realize he’s a cat and not a baby who needs to be fed!

I see your point, but what the heck, whose feeding him anyway but me,

So you furry little friend of mine…Don’t worry, you’ll see.

I own you now and held up to my responsibility,

To prepare your meal first, even if mine is secondary.

I don’t care less if anyone is irritated at me,

‘Coz I’m quite happy, seeing you tickles my heart with glee,

So don’t you dare ask me to get rid of him for I will not agree.

For my furry little friend is my little white tiger…cute, cuddly, but kind a dirty.

HeeHeeHee… the end.

My Doggy, One Two, Three!

A dog named ‘Buret’ by my husband whose pet is tamed and refined,

I saw her first when I arrived at their house way back 5yrs. behind.

She’s a caring mother of, I believed 6, but two have died,

But nevertheless she’s the family dog with spunk and a tenacious drive.

They love her so much for she’s a well-mannered lass.

The kind you would enjoy being around no matter how long it would last.

She has been the ‘watch dog’, the barker, the entertainer, the friend we could rely on,

11 yrs. of service full of love and loyalty was spent from the time she was born.

Having ‘Ara’, ‘Kikay’, ‘Maui’ ‘Shawi’, and her latest little ‘Prince’ as her babies

You wouldn’t believe there’s this one they named ‘Tikol’, all of them Buret’s puppies.

Companion with a heart and mind, she’s truly one of a kind,

Hey wait…I saw her last night with someone she might definitely like.

A black askal as what they say, she might be pregnant again for the 7^th time,

Oh she’s a one hot mama, a vamp at night, you’ll never suspect she committed a crime.

But we can’t stop her from doing so, after all…she’s still fertile

And ready to give birth this time of the year.

To My Diego…i haven’t finished my poem pa for you eh, soweee = )

( Next to be cont.)