The Schizo in ME (Psyche 101)
Tuesday, November 20th, 2007The 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…
