Ka-Praningan
Monday, February 5th, 2007
Before I go to bed, I would always..always look back the day I had. Did I sweep the floor? Did I feed my parrot? Have I taken my vitamin C? To tell you something of my normal customary duties, you would raise your eyebrows, bec.you’ll never believe what ‘all in a days work’ I have.
I am a very occupied person. I never fail to have a list of my bountiful task. I have my planner or calendar, and I make it appoint to write in every dates of my 2007 table calendar of my said itinerary. It goes from birthdates of my families and dearest friends, to bills that needs to be settled, from those who haven’t paid me yet, and of course…dentist appointments.
For some, ‘the house’ really needs general cleaning. Once a month is recommended. But for me, “Everyday” is a cleaning day! No matter how tired I am, I would never let my feet take its rest unless I’ve swept the floor, and mopped it flawlessly. Leaving no trace of ‘hair strands’, nor dust particles coming from our friendly pair of shoes. I am so restless, so frustrated, if I can’t see my hard earned home be in its clean state.
My hubby’s gradually turning to be like me, ha-ha!!! But not entirely like ‘ME’. If he can’t beat me, then join me! I am damn different. Call me a freak, but I would rather ‘YOU’ call me an Obsessive compulsive freak! Would you like to hear some of my unusual habits? Well, I would always check the faucet if the water is turned off, even if it takes me 5mins.staring at it completely point blank! Then there’s my counting habit’s of checking the lights 5 times when I’m leaving the house! No kidding. It’s like I’m so cautious, that it takes away 7-10mins.of my precious time instead of being in some place early, I wasted precious time checking the lights if they are well turned off, if my TV. is off, my fan, the component, and everything that can be plugged has been switched off. I am such a freak, that my hubby would tell me to meet him downstairs instead of waiting for me, shaking his head of in dismay, and looking at me as if I’m in my paranoia stage.
I can’t believe that I’m also avoiding the tiles in my walk-in-closet, so as not to leave trails of footprints on it. I like stepping on my purple rug but avoids any hair strands falling on it too. Weird indeed, he-he-he! Oh yeah…did I mention that I don’t want any finger prints on my glass cabinet? Even my father can’t escape my cruel warning! “ NO pointing pls!” Gees…I need psychological help really.
It’s no fun being an obsessive compulsive, always clamoring for clean living. I always want to be perfect. Or at least trying to achieve that stage of perfection. I think I’ve analyzed how I got this behavior. Mom!!! Mom’s are highly skilled housewife slash career oriented female individuals. They balance everything, even if it means taking the position of the dominated male arena at the same time. When I was in my mother’s womb, my mom would do all the chores at home bec.they don’t have any helpers back then. She would also help my father in their small business, and would also help her parents financially. For short, she does everything accordingly. Not even using the laundry machine’s service, thus making her hands a little shaky when she got older. It’s a matter of distributing your time wisely. How you value your time and converting precious time into useful, productive output. Ayt???
Back to my odd doings, let me just clarify that I am happy and satisfied if I’ve executed my plans properly. There’s no stress involved actually. Like my last years wedding was a success. To think we didn’t have any wedding planner or organizer to help us through the process. I only had my pen and notebook with me. And a ‘Brain’ that never sleeps. I should have written my own book on “ How to be my Own Wedding Planner ”, that would be a massive flop, haha!!! Who would in their right mind insert in their hectic schedules to organize things, when work is draining and taking your time? I can! = ) I couldn’t blame others bec. some could actually afford to pay even if it means big bucks.
In my case, I designed, had thought, hmmmm…basically the ‘boss’ of everything. My hubby supports me all the way, 100%. For me, it’s like ‘food for the brain’. The more you use your mind properly, the better it responds and recalls ‘till you grew old.
Being an artist greatly helps the process of constructing, and inserting creative ideas into our wedding. I mean, it’s practical to manually make it, than buying it as a finished product. Take for example our wedding give aways. You see…Divisoria is our one stop shop. It’s our haven, our best friend in terms of affordability, and availability of almost everything.
Well…back to basics. I wash my own clothes twice. I wash the dishes ‘till my hands looks like prunes. I tweak my time advancing it to 15mins. I never leave the bathroom with dirty molds and mildews on the grout, ( Thanks to Mr. Muscle ), I don’t like my toothpaste be pressed on the middle. Always start at the bottom pls! No water spills on the kitchen tiles, take note…while washing the dishes in the sink. I will kill and had killed ants when they cross my path. Color coordinated clothing, from my shortest to longest blouses, and even sleeveless from none and a lot more are properly arranged and hanged evenly. Even my underwear’s are color coordinated too. Funny I mentioned this!
I hate dirty hands and finger marks on the wall. My baby niece gets a lot of my bad temper, knowing she’s just a kid and plays a lot. ( Bad, bad, bad me ). I hate it if I hear water dripping on a silent day/night. Its mental torture you know. Throw pillows should be where they are even if you’re already seating on the sofa, ( don’t get rid of them like others would hug them tightly!) No drinking glass on my table, if there’s no coaster underneath them. I always wipe the seat where I would be seating, and then… get your hair strands off my bed!!! Did I mention this hair thingy a lot or what!?!
Hey…how about money hmmm??? Everyone loves to get a doze of money, money, money. In my case, I conquered my fear of dirt coming from an infected-bacteria creased monetary paper. I don’t want to touch them. Instead, I have friends who would hold it for me. To think I was the class treasurer way back in grade school. It’s just the feeling or idea of contaminating my hands, so I kept on pouring alcohol. It is totally absurd, but my friends can attest to that!
Tell me? Am I a certified O.C. or not? Am I your average pinoy who wakes up taking a bath, eating breakfast, then going to work, and etc? I am quite diff. I am a person who easily gets irritated if my things are pushed/moved away from its original settings. I don’t like messing with my mind, it’s like competiting with something I’ve been doing for soooooo many years. A ritual that I have, like counting bef. leaving the house is something that I can’t get rid of, but can be lessened, with proper conversation and guidance from love ones.
If my “ Purple Collection ” is a major shock for all of you readers, then I wouldn’t be surprised if my habits or mannerism would make it even worse. It’s not that we’re mutants, but I think I like to express myself as being unique, who isn’t by the way? Artist or not, I like collecting bec.it makes me happy. And the quest to seek. It challenge me more to look and go deeper. I think in a whole year, I could only find at least 5 purple bears, and the probability is getting less.
I have a question: Is the show of Mischa Barton (correct me if I’m wrong with the spelling of the name) “The O.C.” intended for the O.C. like me? I can’t relate to the story, but how come it’s an O.C. title? Does it stand for something else? Oh, I like watching TV. Too, esp. if I’m lying horizontally on my bed. But what I don’t like is seeing static on TV. It reminds me of Poltergeist and Sadako coming out from it. Change topic!!!
Plucking my baby white hair makes me ecstatic. Going to DVD tiangge is such a thrill causing mental lapse on certain movies/shows I want to buy. Rainbows are extraordinary creation, sending a bliss to my spine. Starring at paintings done by famous artist be it local or foreign is a feeling that I am asking myself…’One day, I would have at least one done and hanged on the museum for an exhibit’. Listening to Karen Carpenter is a classic sound, generations from generations would simply see her as an inspiration, just like me. Dazzling, countless stars up above the world so high creates fascination as to how big the universe really is? I don’t know, but I always ask too many questions, that sometimes…SILENCE is the best answer. (Charring!!!)
