High-Purrring Purple

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!!!)

Ang Pagbabalik

Helleeeeeer!!! I’m sooo back. Grabeh ha! Antagal bago me nag-BLOG ulit. Eh pano ba naman, andami kong inasikaso, tinapos, at eto… okay sa alryt napo. Ay naku, eto na naman me, kukwentuhan ko kayo ng kung anu-ano lang. Tipong “Wala nga lang”. Yung bang, ‘Musta na kayo?’ ‘How’s life?’ Eh kasi, halos isang taon din akong di nakapagsulat ha!

‘Lam nyo na bang kinasal nako? At magWa-One year anniv na kami ng hubby ko sa Jan.28. Na lumipat narin me ng bahay. At biglang dumami kamag-anak ko, courtesy of Edsel’s family, heheh! Abay syempre, ‘MA at PA’ nyo diba! Care nyo kung iisipin. Kaso BLOG ko ‘to, kaya I have my right to shine, go, go, go me girl!

Magpapaka-senti lang muna ako ngayon ng konti. Kasi ba naman nami-miss ko yung childhood days ko. Iba kasi talaga nung bata pa tayo. Ala masyadong problema. Simpleng buhay ang umiinog sa pang araw-araw kong mundo. Palaru-laro. Kain dito, nood ng t.v., at pag napagod, tulog ng saglit. At kung ayaw pang matulog, ayun…tatakutin pako ni Papa.

Teka? Ano na nga ba kinatatakutan ko ngayon? Bukod nung sumapit ang Undas, kung saan bawat channel sa t.v. ay may ipinalabas na mga kababalaghan. Yung bang di ka patutulugin ng mahimbing sa gabi. Mga katatakutan na talaga namang swak na swak sa mga Pinoy.

Ako nga paborito ko since bata pako, yung MGB ‘Halloween Special’. Kahit ngayon pinanood ko pa sya. Kasi naman di mawawala sina ‘White Lady’ at yung mga scary elemental stuff na magpapatindig balahibo satin. Siguro nga sawang-sawa na ‘tong mga mumu na pagusapan natin sila. Bagkus ‘Tantanan nyo na kami parang awa nyo na’ sambit nila, haha!!!

Eh ba’t nga ba sa states ala ng ganire? ‘Onli in da Pelepins’ lang ‘to mga tsong. Ang sa kanila kasi sosyal na sosyal. Yung bang sina Franki or Frankenstein, Count Dracula or plain Dracula, hehe…( I remembered my favorite char. sa Sesame Str.), Werewolf, Mummies, Zombies, and Aliens. Hmmm…meron pa ngang mga sea or mystical creatures sila eh. Ay teka, baka yung chars.sa Shaider na naiisip ko. Yung mga kampon ni Fuma Lai-ar?

Okay…change topic. Yung masya nalang. Jump tayo sa Christmas agad. Diko nga maintindihan ba’t ang haba ng celebrasyon ng pasko natin dito sa Pinas? Dahil bang likas na masayahin ang mga pinoy at feel na feel na nila ang ‘Spirit of Christmas’ pagpasok palang ng ‘BER’ months??? Pero infairness, enjoy naman. Pano kasi sa commercials palang sa t.v. puro pang pasko na. Puro mga pa-raffle draw na talaga naman mangangarap ka n asana ika’y manalo.

Kung sa bagay, nakakahawa talaga ang mag-Christmas Shopping ng maaga. October palang nasa Divisoria na nga ako eh. Ang ‘haven of all goodies’. Kahit nga ala sa listahan ko, binibili ko narin kasi nae-excite ako pagmadami nakikita ko. And besides, mas mabuti nang maaga para iwas sa mga tao. Ayoko pa naming maulit yung dati. Yung nakisabay akong mamili nung mismong Disyembre ha. Isinusumpa ko yung araw na yun!!! Yung makikipagsisikan ka sa mga bebot, na nakikipagtulakan din sayo, nakikipagsikuhan, tapakan ng paa, taasan ng kilay…abay may nagpaparinig pa nga eh. Buti nalang mataba sya at diko sya kayang tapatan, dahil ako’y kanyang uupuan. Pero ingat kayo mga repapips sa mga magnanakaw, at shoplifters. Ang gagaling ng kanilang mga kamay sa pagkuha ng pera, hanep!

Ayan, how many days to go nalang??? Count down, 30, 29, 28, 27, 26, 25 days to go and on and on, and on. Lapit ng mag year 2007. Haaay…ilang taon naba ako? Pasok pa mga sis sa kalendaryo noh! Kayo nga pala? Anong New Years resolution ninyo? Kung ako tatanungin ninyo? Abay, “Peace and Unity all over the world”. Charinnnnnng!!! Ano ako pulitiko! Ay sensya na. Di ko naman nilalahat. Eh father-in-law ko kaya politician. Well, we really can’t blame ourselves for generalizing ‘em all. Kahit nga pulis tawag ko sa kanila ‘Pulis Patola’, kahit na ang iba’y malinis ang track record. Eh kasi sa akin pare-parehas lang. Oh what the heck…taklesa lang talaga ako!

Di seriously speaking ( Oh serious na ha ), Lamig na ng simoy ng hangin. Sa madaling umaga at pagising natin at yung pag naglalakad na pauwi ng bahay, ramdam na ramdam ko na ung ‘cool breeze’. Tuloy ang tsarap ng may niyayakap. Tulad nitong unan ko na kanina ko pa nalalamog sa kakayakap, at stuff toy din na sarap haplusin ang mala-towel texture nyang balat. Pero alam nyo, mas masarap yakapin yung may emosyon. Yung ibabalik din sayo ang nararapat na affection. Syempre ala nang makatatalo pa sa yakap at pagmamahal na ibinabalik ng ating kabiyak. Ang ating ‘Significant Other’ sa buhay natin. Awwwww… how tweet.

‘Till next BLOG mga kafatid. Hmmm… ano na kaya bibigyan ko ng opinion? Yung kay Pacquiao kaya? Yung pagagawan daw sya ng monumento kasi sya raw ang itinuturing na “The people’s champ”. Sa tingin nyo ba, sapat na bang dahilan yun para gawan sya ng isang monumento, kahit buhay pa sya? Pano nalang ang mga nagpaka-martyr sa bayan nung Martial Law? Eh yung mga OFW na pilit nilalabanan ang lungkot at hirap sa ibang bansa, kumita lamang at maitaguyod ang pamilya sa kahirapan sa Pilipinas? Eh yung mga nagsipag-alsa nung panahon ng Kastila at Hapon, yung mga taong involved sa pagkatamasa natin ng kalayaan ngayon, pano nalamang sila? Hanggang textbook nalang kaya sila? Tsk…tsk…tsk… Wawa naman. That’s life ika nila. Ewan ko at bakit nagkaganito ang masang Pilipino. Konting patikim ng tagumpay, eh talagang seize the day para sa kanilang ini-idolo. Siguro yung iba tumataas na kilay sa akin, at ba’t si Pacquiao na nanalo na nga, ino-okray ko pa. Eh kesa naman kayo laitin ko, eh di yung mga taong di naman makababasa ng aking BLOG. Sa tingin nyo may panahon pa sakin si ‘Pacman’??? I don’t think shoooooo…. Hmmm, Ganito na ba talaga tayo ka-desperado? Konting entertainment, nawawala na ang gutom at kirot ng tiyan.

For short, Third world country parin tayo. Baw!

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Magandang Umaga!  Or kung mababasa nyo ‘to sa hapon o gabi…eh di Magandang Araw at Gabi! = )
Eh bakit kamo maganda?  Wala lang, kasi pag-gising ko ang tsarap ng feeling.  Ang lamig, grrrrrrrrr…pano kasi, lapit na ng pasko.  18 days to go and Christmas na.  Abay teka, ala pa pala akong regalo para sa magulang ko, pati na kay kuya at sa kanyang misis, at lalo na sa aking pinaka-groovy na pamangkin si TaYanYanis.  Syempre bibigyan ko din mga kasam-bahay namin na walang sawa sa pag-aasikaso ng mga gawain sa bahay.

Balik tayo sa maganda.  Panong di gaganda araw ko, eh anlapit ng magbigayan ng 13th month pay.  Pero nagkakamali kayo.  Di ako yung tipong tao na uubusin ang biyaya at bukas ala ng pera.  Sa simula palang ako’y magkatrabaho, diretsong bangko mga naiipon ko.  Pero madalas ako’y nagbibigay sa magulang ko.  Opo mga kapatid, isa po akong huwarang anak.  Ngunit di rin naman ako perpekto, nagkakamali din po.  Pero pagdating sa tulungan, kusa ‘tong babaeng ‘to!
Kumikilos agad para mailaan ko ang oras ko sa pinakamamahal kong pamilya.

Sa pagpasok ko sa banyo para maligo, nakadama ako ako ng isang panginginig.  Sino ba namang di manginginig sa lamig ng klima natin ngayon.  Di dahil nasa likod ko ang aircon dito sa opis kaya ko nasasabing malamig ang peeling, kundi talagang sadyang Disyembre na, at simoy pasko.  Yahoo!!!

Naku, 3day sale sa TIMEX.  Kalapit naming bldg. kasi nagpapaubos na ng mga stocks kaya minabuti nilang i-sale.  Ayun mga ofismates ko nagsipagpuntahan.  Mas lamang ang mga bumili.  May mga nakabili ng tatlo, may lima, may walo pa nga.  Ay may pumakyaw din pala!  Pano ba naman, ang dating 3,000 na relo eh naging 1,500 nalang!  Meron pa ngang 350-250 na mga sporty, casual watches, Astig!  Ayus na pangregalo sa mga minamahal, kaso ansaklap ng nangyari sa akin. 
Nilapag ko lang yung relo, biglang may kumuha na!  Pambihira naman!  Di ko tuloy alam kung para sa akin nga ba yun, pero natuwa din ako deep inside dahil anganda pala ng taste ko sa Men’s watches, yun nga lang umalis akong walang bitbit.  Siguro sa dept.store na nga lang ako bibili ng mga pamasko.

Eto ngayon naghihintay nalang ng uwian, kahit 1:00 ng hapon, hihintayin ko pa ang limang oras bago kami mag-uwian.  Ala narin naman kasi akong ginawa…hmmmm…pansamantala lang
naman.  Di ba kaya dahil sa malapit na kaming magbakasyon kaya papetiks-petiks nalang ako?  Or sadyang nakakatamad lang ang malamig na klima at ang simoy ng pasko?  Pero para sa akin,
maganda parin ang araw kong eto kahit ala masyadong mahalagang kaganapang nangyari.  Natutuwa lang talaga ako dahil kapag Disyembre, eto ang buwan halos lahat ng problema ng
mga ordinaryong taong tulad ko ay panandaliang naisasantabi.  Dulot narin kasi nito ang pagkita sa mga nagdadamihang mga dekorasyon at mga palamuting ilaw sa mga malls at iba pang sari-saring mga establisyimento.  Ang sarap din kasi ng feeling na makipagsisikan at mamili ng rush sa mga tiangge kung saan ang mga tao’y parang langgam na nagsipaglabasan sa kanilang mga lungga.  Ang sarap nilang pagmasdang pumakyaw ng mga bilihing pangtinda at pangregalo narin.

At pagtapos na ang Pasko, at ubos narin ang pera, tayo’y mananalangin na sana’y maganda ang takbo at hatid ng bagong taon sa atin.  Kaya lang iba ng kwento yun para sa akin.  Kaya hanggang dito nalang, at muli ko na namang sasabihing…Magandang Umaga, sa Disyembreng pantawid kaligayahan sa naghihirap na Pilipinas.

Baw-Ciao!

Are you one of those people whose necessity is to ride the MRT in order for you to be on time,
or most probably be able to make it through your given grace period.  I am one of those guilty passenger’s who on the regular basis, use it as a means of transit from home to work and vice versa.  But i do believe i have the right to ‘ convenience ‘, the pleasure of ‘ accuracy ‘, and the manifestation of ‘ courteousness ‘.

On the contrary, i am one of those who kept my pulse rate normal.  There are things that would make my felicitous-being spring out to unfavorable degree!  In the case of ‘ waiting exhaustingly ‘ for the train to come validates their incapability to deliver people in no time.  Indefinite schedule, repeatedly done with excuses so unacceptable, that i can’t imagine myself worthy of saying that to my boss!!!   " Uhmmm…Ma’am, i’m sorry due to train malfunction ".  Whoaaah!  If i was the boss,
i’d rather hear you say, " My stomach got upset, or I’m not feeling well today ".  Yeah it may sound
overly used, but my point is..MRT are inadequately bulls@i#!!!

Another case would be the shortage of " Stored Value ".  Where on earth have they taken them???  Have they eaten them all?  Would it be…that aliens confiscated the cards and thought of zapping them?  Fool!  All of them Fool!!!  Is it soooo…hard for them to think of reproducing those token,
or maybe, just maybe, the money that was allotted for the production of the cards had landed first
thing in their pockets!  Damn f@#k!%g failure for the government reflected on our country!

Do you think it ends here?  I don’t think so GREMLINs! 
For there’s what you call, " Proper Conditioning ", as in maintenance, or the proper usage of payment in exchange for the service they’re ought to provide!  Did you, or did you not see any drippings when the rain starts pouring hard?  You already knew instantly once you enter, bec. there are wet marks extensively. 

But as an abiding citizen,  i can’t disregard the rampant corruption highly practiced, and menacingly destroying the society.  Could you not agree with me, when you’re paying properly and complaint is useless, and irreversibly there’s nothing you can do to change but agree with their terms.  Well I’m not so amazed after all seeing their cruel remarks felt through unremarkable suppression.  You just can’t help but say…" WALANG KWENTANG MRT ".

As my patience and physical awareness co-existed, i embraced the painful truth of gushing through
the horrible rampage of those savaged beast, unleashed in the urban city, as the door begins to open for them.  No manners could possibly felt nor seen, esp.for the lactating species that i held up high, but sometimes proved me wrong.  Curses upon thousands of curses, and so fortunate of you if
you weren’t elbowed, nor strongly pushed by humans they call themselves " EDUCATED ".  Excuse me, but i have to spit on that!

How about securities they hired to inspect?  Are they being paid by the tireless working bee class
citizens to mumble and engaged in cheaply idle talks!  I bet you want them to disappear on thin air
right away!  They have this gadget that is sooo…reliable that it can detect wireless explosives
and ammunitions, and it’s called " STICK ".  Wow high tech p’re!

Ah life!  Surviving is a form of entertainment.  You’re in a arena with humongous assembly cheering for you to fight!  Yes fight for your life.  With notorious gladiators, and wild beast to feast on you.  Or if you want a cheaper version of our local entertainment, a ‘ CockFight ‘ or some sort of gambling divertion might as well speak up for the unstoppable chain of spanish mixed filipino culture of
" Government Abuse ".  Did those fat bastard prayle’s ever had a good role and reputation to exude  in Jose Rizal’s remarkable novels???  I don’t think so!

Rough!

For some reasons…i’m freaking mad.  Totally upset with these people that i imagine most of the time in absolute pain and torture!  I can’t blog the names here, but i’m sure my officemates would sympathize with me if they would just figure it out whom i’m referring to.

Such a waste of money for them!  Oh f@%k*%# idiots!!!  They think they’re super, but for the universe, there just a bunch of shit, clinging on to their beloved two-face ass!  These are the moments that i would entitle myself for avengeance.  My catholic school days are over.  And now that i’m exposed to the real world as they say… i could only prevent myself from cursing, but not attempting to ridicule them, if one day the wheels of fortune would turnover, putting them below poverty line.

Such a shame.  For money is their god, and money changes everything for them, then how come
their face would still exhibit sinister that i could not possibly bear to see.  Oh please, i don’t want to test my temper, but believe me, " Shit you have shown, Shit will come to you! "

You see… your laughter is disgusting, your face is menacing, and your attitude is totally unforgivable.  Little fatsoes like you are gremlins multiplied by the power of gazillion times.
I don’t know why you’re here, but for sure you’re the parasite that predators would keep!

Go figure, parasitism…ah yesss, that’s what you are!

     O mga tsong at tsang, pagpasensyahan nyo na ha.  Ganado akong magsulat ng isang nobela. Mukhang mahaba-habang babasahin ‘to.  Magpapaka-pinoy din muna ako ngayon.  Na-inspired kasi akong lumikha ng isang komposisyong hango sa sarili kong karanasan.  Sisimulan ko nung bata pa ko, hanggang sa pagtungtong sa kolehiyo’t maka-graduate.  Naku!, pati narin ata yung  pinaka-aabangang kong araw, yung pagbigkas ko ng " I Do " sa harap ng altar, yahoo, yahoo!!! = )

     Naaalala ko nung ako’y musmos pa, mahilig akong makipaglaro sa aking kapatid na lalaki ng bahay-bahayan.  Sya yung gwardya, at ako naman ang reyna.  ‘Wag na kayo humirit, kwento ko ‘to eh!  Yung mga antigo naming upuan pinagkukuha namin sa kusina.  Magbubuo kasi kami ng aming munting palasyo na may veranda kuno, na syang gina-gwardyahan ng kuya ko kung may ‘ kalaban ‘ kunwari na paparating.  At dito maririnig ko na mama namin na sumisigaw na isauli na mga upuan sa kusina para maka-upo na lahat at magsipag kainan na!  Ngunit matitigas ang aming mga ulo.  Pasaway talaga kasi, anong magagawa nyo?  Ayun… napalo tuloy kami sa aming mga puwetan, at kaliwa’t kanang kurot sa aming mga tenga, pambihirang tsakit, araaay!

     Kinabukasan, may dala-dala kaming mga krayola sa aming mga kamay.  Haha!… masaya
kaming nagdo-drawing sa pader.  Para kaming mga retarded dahil sa walang humpay sa paghataw ng pagkulay ng berde sa bundok, dilaw sa araw na may ngiting ipinapamalas, asul sa matatabang mga ulap, at pula para sa mga naghihinugang mga bungang mansanas, tsalap!

     Ayan napo aming mama, may dalang tsinelas, at may biling " linisin ang mga pader!!! " kundi alang meriendang hotdog at maling sa pandesal.  Abay, ayoko atang magutom noh!  Pero sa kakulitan ko talaga, umabot sya ng isang linggong puro pagguguhit sa aming puting pader.  Nangdamay pa nga ako ng mga pintuang kahoy noh!  Sa kabwisitan nila, bingyan nila ako ng cartolina na may samu’t saring mga kulay para doon ko ipamalas natatangi kong talento, ang mag " Vandal " hehe… pero nung lumaon, blackboard na maliit ang kanilang ipinalit para isang burahan nalang at di magastos sa pagbili ng papel at krayola.  Chalk nalang katapat ko, harhar!!!

     Eh yung muntikan ko nang malunok na isang pirasong lego dahil sa ako’y ginulat mula sa likod ng kuya ko.  Ay dyus meh!  Kundi sa hospital labas ko nun!  Buti nalang nabuga ko sya agad.  Pero sa usapang tinik naman, mukhang madalas akong makalunok dahil naaalala ko pa na dinala ako as emergency sa dentista sa San Juan kung saan labindalawang taon kami namalagi don, at suki nakong binubunutan ng tinik!  Take note… di ng ngipin, kundi ng tinik mula sa bangus, haaaay!!!

     Tapos walang kasawaang pag-wrestling naming magkapatid dahil sa nagpa-impluwensya kami sa isang sikat na palabas, ung WWF.  Pinipilit naming gayahin ang the "Bush Whackers".  Pati ang pag-volt in ng Voltes Five, yun nga lang, dalawa lang kami ng kuya ko kaya ‘ Volt-Two ‘ nalang po.  Alam nyo kung ano binubunggo namin?  Mga karton na nakabalandrang pataas.  Hahatawan namin yun para magsitalsikan sila, haha!

     Eh yung pagbutas sa gitna ng pwetan ng  yakult para maisuksok namin yung napakahabang sinulid.  Gagawin naming telepono na parang overseas call mula sa taas ng kwarto ni kuya yun hanggang sa sala namin.  Effective siya in fairness, yun nga lang, pag medyo tumagal-tagal na mga plastik ng yakult, di na masyadong mapapakinabangan dahil sa masangsang na amoy na parang bulok na gatas sa looban ng yakult.  O sige na nga po, di ko na masyadong ikukwento pa yun.

     Tuwing hapon naman, pagkatapos naming panoorin ang ‘ Yagit ‘ hanggang sa Valiente’t Agila na mga pinapalabas, kami’y pinapaakyat upang matulog sa kung ano mang rason, dahil utos ng aming magulang.  Kahit di pako inaantok, pinipilit ko nalang ipikit ang mga mata ko sa hapon.  Ginagawa ko na nga lang eh magbilang ng mga tupang lumulundag sa bawat tupang kanyang madaanan.  Epektibo nga ba?  Ewan, basta nakakapagod din mag-isip kaya ako’y inantok na nga!

     Minsan naman, sumasama ako sa mga kalaro ng aking kuya sa paghuli ng mga gagamba tuwing maglalabasan na sila sa iskul.  Ilalaban na nila mga huli nilang gagamba.  Minsan nga eh nagkakapustahan pa!  Malay ko ba dyan, basta ako nakikinood lang, ‘wag lang nila ingud-ngod sa pagmumukha ko kundi uumbagin ko sila!  Wala naman nagtangka, hehe.

     Naku, nami-mis ko din ang pagbili palagi ng lobong makukulay na parang mga marble, at barquillos na syang sinasadya pa naming magkapatid na bugahan ang isa’t isa pag nagsasalita, at ang pagbili ng mga kinulayang ibon na nakakaawa kung tutuusin, pero pumapatok sa aming mga bata dahil amin paring tinatangkilik.  Wawa naman = (

     Pag Brown-Out naman, nakahanda na ang mga kandila’t nagtutulakan kami kung sino mauunang umakyat sa madilim na kwarto upang kunin ang flashlight.  Tapos biglaang magtatakbuhan pababa na para bagang may nakitang mga mumu sa dilim!  Pagkatapos, nakalinya na mga langgam’t langaw dahil amin na silang itutosta.  Ang baho ng amoy promisssh!  Ay, nagawa nyo rin bang gupitin ang antenna o sungay ng mga ipis?  Ako
madalas kong gawin yun!  Lalo na may gunting kaming napakalaki dahil sa bahay kasi
namin dati sa San Juan may patahian, kaya nagkalat ang mga gunting, Bwahahahahaha!!!

     Nung nasa gradeschool na kami, may kanya-kanya kaming alaga.  Kay kuya yung  pinakamamahal nyang payat na pusang pinangalanan naming " Prutitat " na palagi nyang katabi sa higaan, at ang aso ko namang si " Quino ", hango sa pangulong nakaluklok ng mga panahong iyon na si Cory Aquino.  Ngunit di rin nagtagal, eh lumanding kami sa pag-aalaga ng pagong, dahil di na kailangang masyadong tutukan.  Minsan nga kahit ipis kinakain nila.  Pati kamo daliri ko sa sobrang gutom nila, kakagatin din nila.  katakot, parang mga carnivores.  Pero ayun…  Lumalaki pa sila kahit pabayaan mo ha!

     Nagka-itim narin akong pusa na pinakamamahal ko, kaso na-dedok dahil nasagasaan ng mga service sa Don Bosco ( Mga hinayupak sila!!! ) na kalapit lang ng bahay namin dito sa
Sta. Mesa.  Nagkaroon din kami ng mga alagang ‘ Guinea Pigs ‘ kung saan cute na cute po silang mga daga na walang buntot.  Kangkong lang at Keyrots kanilang katapat, at mananahimik na ang kanilang napaka-tining na mga iyak = ) eeeeeeeeeek…

     Nung highschool, medyo nawawala na ata yung pagti-tiz ng buhok sa mga babae.  Kasi unti-unti naring nalulugi ang hairspray na AquaNet.  Masama daw kasi sa ozone, at ang tapang ng amoy my goodness.  Pinagbabawal na syang gamitin.  Pero sa mga kalalakihan, on-going parin ang Michael’s beauty products tulad ng gel. Pink nga yung paborito ko doon, syempre babae ako noh!   Pero wala namang pinagkaiba mga yun actually.  Ang labo diba?

     Ah yeah!  Megamall pa hit na hit nun!  Kanta palang ni Andrew E. eh yun na bukang bibig ko pag ako’y sasakay na ng sitak at sasabihing, paki baba nalang po ako sa ‘ Gamol ‘, abaaay… napaka-dyologs ko ano?  Haha, bigla kong naalala na nagkanda ligaw-ligaw kaming magbabarkada sa kakahanap ng GiftGate nun.  Putcha!  eh sa laki ba naman ng Megamall, ewan ko nalang kundi manakit mga paa nyo sa ka-kalakad doon.  Shopping haven na sya kung tutuusin.  Feeling nga namin dati ang ganda’t laki na ng Megamall.  Ay sus!  Hanggang sa magsulputan na mga iba’t ibang malls tulad ng SM Manila , Robinson’s Galleria, Ever Gotesco, Manuela, Glorietta at Greenbelt.  Pangmasa na ang Gamol na Megamall!

     Nasabi ko rin bang nasa uso ka kung ika’y may Windbreaker?  Yung napaka-kapal na may hood na detachable.  May iba’t ibang kulay din sya, pero ganun pa man, nalaos din sya, pero swak parin ang kanyang silbi kontra sa lamig ng klima kapag tag-ulan at sa loob ng opisina. Sa akin nga nabili ko pa sa Monakiki… may mona ka na, may damit ka pa!

     Papalaos narin ang high-waist pants, at umi-in na ang pag-tucked ng blouse o polo shirt. 
Salamat sa " Ang T.V. " at ang dami nilang pinausong mga kasuotan.  Matunog din ang pagsabi ng " Ang T.V. na"!  Dahil sa bangs ni Jolina, legs na makinis ni Angelou de Leon, kagwapuhang-potensyal ni Patrick Garcia, ang skinny-high pitched na si Rica Peralejo’t without the silicon pa, patpating Victor Neri at ang short-haired na si Jan Marini ay ilan
sa mga pinasikat ng palabas.  " Oh highschool days nga naman " ang tsalap ng feeling.
Pero syempre, wala paring tatalo sa orig na ‘ That’s Entertainment ‘.  Favorite ko yung Sat.
Group kasi kumpleto silang lahat na naglalabanan para sa cash prize na isang libo.  O diba!
Malaki na ang papremyo ni Ate Germs.  Hinihintay ko nga palagi si Bunny Paras sumayaw
nun with the ‘ Universal Motion Dancers ‘ pa nun.  Ang kinaiinisan ko naman si Ruffa Gutierrez
na pinipilit palagi ni Germs pakantahin kahit saksakan ng sablay!!!  Buti nalang binabawian
ni Ana Roces na pagkantang… " Play a whisper on my pillow… "  Ayuz!

     College ko naman wala namang masyadong pinagkaiba.  Bukod sa all-girls school ulit magmula kinder hanggang college, eh may thrill pa ba kapag puro babae na naman makikita’t makikisalamuha ko hmmm???  Ala na naman akong pagkakataong magkaroon ng acquaintance with the guys, kundi outside nalang, haaay…  = (  Ayun, paCenter-Centerpoint nalang kung alang prof. at manonood ng ‘ While u wer Sleeping ‘, si Sandra Bullock pa nga crush ng mga kalalakihan dati kahit plat tsestid, hehe.  Habang kami naman pinapagpanta-
syahan namin sina Keanu Reeves at Brad Pitt pa nun.  Sorry nalang kay Tom Cruise at nung highschool ko pa sya napag-sawaan kasabay ni Vanilla Ice!  Kabaduyan talaga, yuck!!!

     Malimit tumambay sa Mendiola, lalo na sa Corona para bumili ng mga school supplies.  Dito nagka-ubus-ubos baon ko sa ka-kakolekta ng mga korean-taiwanese stationaries.  Bente ang isa, patay!  Sampu ang binili ko.  Ayuuun… more than 1,000 na mga nakolekta ko sa ngayon.  Nasa loob lang naman sila ng maleta sa kwarto ko.  Wala lang… diko ginagamit.
Por speysyel okeysyun lamang po sya.  Stickers and bookmarks sa Merriam and Webster’s kinareer ko na rin.

     Roundtrip palagi pag uwian blues na mula Mendiola papuntang Quiapo, tapos biyaheng Pasig naman.  Pero bumababa nako sa Stop n’ Shop para bumisita ng saglit sa tindahan namin sa Altura, Sta. Mesa.  Tapos muling sasakay ng jip biyaheng Kalentong, pero papara nako sa dating NCBA, dahil doon nako malapit sa bahay namin.  Apat na taong paulit-ulit na daanan.  Kabisado ko na kahit minsan nakatulog nako sa loob ng jip sa tagal ng trafik, at pag-gising, presto!  Mendiola na.  Perwisyo sa oras talaga oh!

     Fishball, kikiam, squidballs, qwek-qwek, fried gizzard, salted peanuts mga pantawid gutom bago umuwi.  Aabutin minsan ng gabi dahil sa photography class, kaya minabuting may manguya man lang kahit konti.  Sa kahabaan naman ng Recto kami nagpapaBook-Bind at nagpagawa ng name/school tagpins.  Maaasahan ang Recto sa anumang ka-ilegalan, este sa mga maabilidad na mga gawain.

     Si Piolo nga pala bumisita nung annual fair sa aming school.  Mga kolehiyala nagsipagtilian, parang kala mo ngayon lang nakakita ng lalaki o!  Teka may sorethroat ata ako nun kinabukasan, hehe…nakisigaw din kasi ako eh.  Di naman ako nakita, pambihira naman!!!  Ang puti’t kinis kc ni fafa Piolo.

     Mga mayayaman sa amin naka-Honda V-tek.  Sobrang cool ng feeling nila, dahil bagung-bagong model na nilabas nun ng Honda.  Apple Green pa nga doon sa isang mayabang sa coed school na diko na babanggitin.  Bayaan mo na, ang fanget nya kasi kaya kelangan para maka-dekwat ng chicks sa iba.  Nasabi ko rin bang si Dingdong Dantes na dating abstract dancer eh nagsisimula naring rumampa sa labas ng Beda?  Hawig nga nya si Leonardo de Caprio.  Mukha namang mabait.  Si Gary Estrada din nakikita ko dati, pero nagstop na raw tsismis ng prof namin.  Tinamad na kasi at puro pagpapa-cute daw ginagawa sa klase, tsk…tsk…tsk…

     Long hair nako nung 2nd yr. college, pero ang hirap panatilihin ang pagkulay light brown sa buhok.  Ayoko kasi ng plain na itim lang eh.  You know… maarte kasi me.  Kaso naging dry and dull hair ko.  Ayoko na, suko nako.  Pagupit ulit ako ng one-length.  Pagkatapos nung paggupit sabay bili ako ng isang case ng Q-shandy sa mall.  Mukhang lumaki ata tyan ko sa kakainom ng shandy 3 times a day!  Lychee flavor ha.  Burp…..

     Boybands sobrang patay na patay ako sa mga yun!  Lalo na Boyzone, si Shane Lynch, putcha!!!  Trip na trip ko.  Kaso Black-British girl po yung pinakasalan.  O sya, exotic daw ang gusto.  Eh di mag-Spice Girls nalang tayo.  Lalo na si Sporty Spice favorite ko yun!  Kaso napagkamalang daw mga bakla, tulad nalamang ni Nick Carter, inakusahang tibo, dahil ayaw maghubad ng pantaas habang naliligo’t sumasayaw sa ulan.  Kahit na!  Memorize ko parin mga kanta nila ha!  Isabay nyo narin mga bands like Take That, Damage, N’ Sync, Cranberries, Oasis, Gin Blossoms, 98 Degrees, Savage Garden, Hansons… mmmbop!  Cardigans, at ang dami pa… Asus!  Salamat sa MTV, lalong lumalim eyebags ko sa kakasubaybay ng mga paborito kong mtv ng boybands ng buhay ko. = )

     O eto na, papa-graduate nako.  Sayang!  Cumlaude man lang sana,  kaso ganun talaga ang buhay, di pwede lahat sayo.  Di bale, may Abueva Plaque naman.  Thank You PLDT.  Nanalo sa iba’t ibang painting competitions, sa awa ng Diyos, salamat.  Oki na yun, kaso ala nakong ala-ala sa mga nagawa ko.  Pictures nalang.  Sabi ni mama gawa ulit ako, kaso nakakatamad eh, dami kong mga kaek-ekan na arts and crafts na ginagawa.  Very special at di nako mauulit pa mga pinaggagawa ko.  Hanggang ala-ala nalang sila.  Para ala kopya diba, astig!!!

     Ang init ng summer, bilad dito, sunburn sa mukha, namumulang mga balat… pero di po ako nag-eenjoy sa Boracay o Puerto Galera mga p’re!  Eto po’y epekto ng paghahanap ng trabaho pagkatapos maka- graduate.  Grabeh pagpa-pacute ko sa mga boss ha.  Nakakapagod mag-smile palagi kahit di ka na natutuwa sa kanila.  Syempre maliit muna sweldo, pero ano ngayon?  Eh ala namang gustong kumuha sayo na magbibigay agad ng mataas na sahod na ala ka pang-experience sa field mo diba?  Buti nalang kamo,  i’m in a very good place at the right time.  May opening sa Imagine Asia.  Tara apply!  Trainee kumukuha sila.  Ang tsarap ng feeling ng magkatrabaho.  Unang sahod ko, treat ko parents ko sa Pizza Hut.  Tapos panood-nood ng sine at kung feel kong magpakaluho… eh di Enchanted Kingdom naman. 

     Bagong mga damit, masasarap na mga pagkain’t nagdadamihang koleksyon na mga laruan.  Abaaay teka!!!  Parang kulang ata?  Masaya ba lovelife ko hmmm???  Sabi nila di daw nasusukat sa pagkakaroon ng boypren para lubusang maging maligaya ang isang babae.  Korek ka dyan!  Pero ang lungkot namang isipin na tatanda akong walang kasama sa buhay.  Napaka-ironic naman, kung ang mga magulang ko sa edad ng 18-19 nasa sinapupunan na
nila kami, tapos si ako naman sa edad na bente singko ala pang boypren… panis ako!  O ala lang magkamali talaga? Hu… hu… hu…

     Baka nagsasawa na kayong magbasa sa blogster ko?  Soooobrang haba na noh?  O sige na nga, eh kung sabihin kong ikakasal nako?  Itutuloy nyo pa bang basahin?  Abaaay… Kelan kamo?  Secret!!!  Saan?  At ba’t ko sasabihin?  Papakita ko nalang mga pictures pagkatapos ng kasal ko.  Ang sarap ng maghanap at mag-design ng sarili mong bridal gown.  Kakaibang feeling.   Total backless kaya ako?  Hmmmm… why not?  Motiff ko PURPLE ‘wag nyo ng tanungin.  Basahin nyo nalang isa kong komposisyon tungkol sa PURPLE.  Ako na yun period!  Sa kasal ko, nakakapagod man pero ubod ng saya ang magprepare at magplano.  Ang haba siguro ng buhok ko noh?  Syempre naman!  Pero sa totoo lang, excited nakong magsabi ng " I Do " sa lalaking alam kong magmamahal sa akin hanggang sa dulo ng walang hanggan.  Naka naman!  Isang beer nga dyan!

By da way highway… sa Imagine Asia ko nga pala natagpuan si Amomenous ng buhay ko.
Putcha!  Nabihag nya puso ko sa isang tulang nakaka-praning dahil ecep kami ng ecep kung
sino lumikha ng pambihirang tula.  Ay sya nga pala, attorney by day, doctor by night naman
po sya pag kami’y nasa opisina nun.  May American Flag na nakasabit sa dingding nya, at
may Jolina altar pa sya!  Eh yung WoboCop na minodel nya sa Softimage?  Naaalala ko pa talaga.  Di ko inakalang sya ang kapares ng buhay ko.  Tama na nga,  nababaduyan nako nito.

Sa uultin nalang.

Bow! = )

If u feel like crying, and the whole world seems to turn you down,
don’t worry, every rain comes sunshine, and that sparkling new hope
emits a radiant smile.

Wickedly abusive people, unfavorable degree of instances, ill-manifested
defeats over cheating, sickly, deranged users, and a whole cast of thoughts
that mentally disturbs us, causing confusions and emotional breakdowns,
seizes us to conquer the things that we are bound to do.  Not a favorable
condition for us to smile,  though seemingly… try to produce such act and
you’ll see what wonders it may bring to your life. 

"An apple a day keeps the doctor’s away.  A smile in a way keeps the bastards in stray.
Just try to smile to a person who constantly annoys and pisses you off. 
Let’s see how he would return the favor of seeing you in your most composed
and non-affected reaction.  It’s just like throwing a bread when someone throws
you a stone.  Hard to believe?  Well… hard to achieve alright.  But if you could
somehow learn to practice this golden rule, you’ll definitely be in the zone of
desirable, good-natured people.

  "I ain’t happy, I’m feeling glad
   I got sunshine, in a bag
   I’m useless, but not for long
   the future is coming on,
   it’s coming on, it’s coming on"

Well actually the song should be like this " I’m happy, i’m feeling glad, i got sunshine,
in a bag, i’m useful… yeah for long, the future is beaming on… "
Oh how positive the world can be if people could spread this less-strenuous muscle
activity to one another.  Inspite of the tremendous burden the world offers, we must
have a small act of cheerful disposition to spread on.

Yeah!  Keep on smiling,
and lift those beautiful skin upward! = )

Oh yes!  The splendid imperial color.  Royalty serves you in many mysterious form…coded as an intriguing color.  Associated with nobility and spirituality, the color has a worthy place in nature.  The orchids and violets alike are some of the flowers you would tremendously appreciate.  Even the sunset invites us to a romantic view of love affair, strangely beautiful for romance.

Purple are a mixture of strong warm and strong cool color that has both warm and cool properties.  It boost one’s imagination and creativity, and sometimes inflicts moodiness if added too much blue on Purple.  It was traditionally associated during the old times with royalty in many cultures and of diff. parts of the world.  But even though this highly trivial informations are of common knowledge, my fascination towards Purple is still unaffected.  Born to appreciate, and will relatively retire admiring it.

It strongly suggests riches, romance, very sentimental, and exquisitely tactful, so delicate that the
color Purple is greatly regarded as high precious stones that the royalty owns.  Even in India where the Purple color is hard to produce to dye their clothing can only be worn by noble people of great ranking superiority. 

Purple sometimes are perceived by others in both positive and negative aspects, might be remarkable, eye-catchingly unusual, and highly imaginative in concepts and writings for the good Purple.  But state of confusion, and colorful lies when fallen in the arena of Bad Purrrple = (
Geewhizzzz…

The color helps create physical reaction, that’s why it never made me want to change to
another….ever!  It’s the perfect representation of my personality.  Elaborate and regal…indeed.
A royal high ranking official that defines this magnificent dye.  As if i felt like having a lineage
from a royal family, visualizing how lavish their lifestyle, and extravagant activities they had
that i could only wish for.

(Finger snap!!!) Reality check…born with an unwavering smile and a temperamental psychological state, i was so inclined to Arts, swinging from Abstract to Concrete ideas.  Those pictorial representations that moulded me into visualizing strong ideas.  Thanks to my parents, they never interfere with the progress of my intelectual growth, the foundation of my beautiful childhood.  Letting me explore what i want, the things that would make me a better person. 

So thus Purple come in handy with what i’m saying???  Uhhh…yeah, bec. the color is my inspiration for my simple everyday chores.  From the simplest form of picking a candy flavoured grapes for my palate to taste, to selecting the crayon colored Violet for my baby niece coloring book.  I just loved the idea of the decisiveness that i have when it comes to the color Purple…No doubt! Amen, haha!= )

My wonder years were extremely subliminal.  I never thought i would end up collecting and receiving
the ‘ One and Only ‘ true color that i loved most. 
Like when i was 5yrs.old, my parents bought me a wall fan with a Purple hue and liked it so much that it came to a point that it was too dilapidated, that i have to give it up.  16 yrs. of service is enough, but still insisted on retaining the fan even if it doesn’t serve its purpose anymore.

Then they gave me my preciousssssh birthstone.  My cherished Amethyst = )  So coincidental, that
when i’m about to enter my freshmen year, the section that i got in was my precious ‘ Amethyst ‘.  = )
Oh what a lovely year for me that was.  And how about learning my birthmonth flower was called ‘ Violets ‘…..Ooooh lala!

My walkman’s case when i was in highschool was Purple, eventhough the sounds aren’t in quality conditon, it didn’t matter as long as i got the chance to display it, then i’m a happy teenager.  Then
came my Purple ‘Goody’ brand comb that my friend gave me, and i’m glad to announce that it’s still in
its functional mode.  I’m proud to say that i’ve been using it for the past 15yrs. and its durable quality made it longer enough to withstand my long, thick, wavy, black hair, harhar!!!  These are the few of the oh soooo many items that i can’t painstakingly elaborate.

From the minute fake pearl earrings to the purple painted cabinets that i have are the simple joys of my life.  But wait ’till you see my hundred’s of collection of cutey ‘Purple, Violet, Lavender, Lilac, Periwinkle, or even Amethyst’ colored Teddy Bearsssh! = )  Was so terribly, excessively obsessed in possessing/collecting them, and still on the lookout for more.  Bear Hunting alright, but in a safe way.  Thanks to my ever reliable, oh so persevere honey, that he never ceases to find me more.

If i’m going to recall everything that was given to me, my smile tends to increase, bec. of the wonderful things that it has brought to me.  Like the joys of seeing them brings tremendous satisfaction, like waking up in the morning seeing them instantly is such a wonderful feeling.  It’s like chocolates craving for more.  That’s the kind of impact it has on me.  I’m a monster ….. a monster wanting for more Purple, grrrr…  If only Purple could be eaten, then im the first in line!

I know i’m patronizing too much Purple, but hey!  I’ve seen other people collecting either Green, or Red stuffs!  That doesn’t make me diff. from them actually!  My brother loves to collect figurines of color Green.  Isn’t it cute that we both have some similarities, but of diff. collections.  = )

Oh…if you’re ever in the mood of sharing, just don’t bother sharing the " UBE " flavoured ice cream.
Just doesn’t taste quite right.  So artificial, unless it’s Ube Macapuno cake, or the ‘ Halaya ‘ real ube
one, then i’m racing for more.  Can’t explain why?  Ask God.  My brain was designed to be specifically for ‘JoPo’, intended for me only.  The lassie that normally laughs with you, cries with you, sympathize with you, but chooses to paint the town with the color Purple….beautifully magnificent.

You know i said too much.
I may bore you, but i do not bore myself.
It’s what you do that makes ur life meaningful,
and not what other people around u dictates you
of to be on the trend.

Whapissssh!