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Spices and Surprises

{ June 16, 2007 @ 2:58 am } · { Mirror Image }
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Just when you think everything is doing well in your life, “LIFE” suddenly confronts you with its spices and WHACK! You find yourself in a muddle puddle and even though how well organized you may manage to keep things, still when these circumstances happen you are left stuck in a rut. Damn! Here it goes again! 

Why does it have to happen this way? Why wasn’t I more ready this time? I’ve asked myself a million times ever since time immemorial. But then that’s just how life really is, right? Perhaps that’s the reason why they call it “spices in life” when it decides to spice you up, everything instantly turns topsy-turvy… but eventually come to think of it… yummier and more exciting! Yeah right! When it is sugar and honey life wants to add… yep everything sure is sweeter! But hey this “LIFE” is this prankster who thinks he’s being funny when he gives you rotten cheese for breakfast, bitter curd for lunch, rocks, pebbles and sand probably for supper and Jalapeño peppers for dessert! Whew! Call it.. tough life! 

I have learned to live my life the way I want… happy, passionate and soaring high. People often misunderstand the way I think and do things. In the past I used to think that I was born to please everyone… and that I should be liked by everyone. But then that is never the case. We can never please everybody and when they aren’t pleased with me… often my life becomes as miserable as it gets. But that was how I figured I should live and it went on and on and on until one day I was shocked to find in the mirror staring back at me a girl who had lost her youth with her pursed lips and hallow cheeks with her hair limp and scraggly dry. You’d think she hadn’t eaten in years for she was as thin as a wafer stick. And her plaster white skin was pale as if it hasn’t been touched by the sun in ages!

This girl was meI I have changed I thought.. but.. when I looked into her lifeless and sunken dull eyes, I was horrified! Oh My Goodness! In it I saw a pained and hurting spirit slowly losing its glow and filled with so much sadness and lost hope!

I stopped and stared really hard at this image of me and closed my eyes. Then I played the movie of my past in my mind. All those years I have given and didn’t realize had slowly become an empty shell. Where was the once vivacious girl whose spirit was too feisty to keep still? Gone were the eyes which once glowed with mischievous laughter and smart wit. She has lost the passion… and life just passed her by.

I couldn’t live on like this… no way! I opened my eyes and decided I am tired of this whole damn thing of being tired and lifeless! I looked out the window and for the first time in several years I saw how beautiful life can be in the green leaves of the trees dancing to the rhythm of the breeze and the melodious trip trop of the falling rain on the rooftop. Suddenly and as if hit by a tremendous volt of electrical current… I ran out to the garden in bare feet and danced in the rain! Oh how I used to love the rain! I just danced and twirled and shouted and when the rain stopped, I stopped and at that significant moment in my existence I said to myself I was going to live again! 

And live I did! I almost lost everything I had… now I have everything or almost everything back. I am here to live to no one’s expectations but my own. Society at large may still misunderstand me yet I make no apologies. Life is too beautiful even with its added spices and all. I may experience its beaten paths and rugged terrains in my journey; go through its rickety hanging bridges with my heart pumping hard; bravely endure its storms and seasonal changes; tackle it’s mind boggling puzzles and never ending questions and maybe find myself at times talking to my reflection and my shadow… still I say I’m too blessed to be stressed!  

The villains in this movie I call “My Life” will just be the sand paper character to scrape me till I bleed. Nevertheless, in the end, I know that after all the scraping I would turn out to be refined and polished while they will just become used sand paper.  

So no matter how many times life confronts me with its spices and surprises… I say to life… bring it on!  

What do you do?

Bad Hair Day!

{ June 16, 2007 @ 2:57 am } · { a day in the life of... }
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“who are you…. hoo hooo hoo hooo… who are you… hoo hoo hoo hoo…” the CSI TV series theme song-alarm tone in my cell phone pierced my sluggish dream-filled mind… Arrrrgh! It’s another working day for me! I dragged myself out of my cozy warm bed with eyes still half closed and almost tripped on my way to the bathroom. The rest of the household were still asleep. Why was I up this early? It’s supposed to be a weekend! People don’t work on weekends, right? Aaaargh I grumbled again… well I’m not one of the typical people. Would anyone remind me again why I needed to work? Bling! bling! My alarm sounded off again in my room and almost tripped at the hallway as I ran back to turn it off. No use waking up grumbling grouchy people on an early Saturday morning! Just me! Ouch! 

I hurriedly took my usual working day routine of bathing, changing my face, dressing up, taking a sip of my hot cocoa and dashing out the front door with hair dripping wet. Grabbed and cab and was off to meet my client at a coffee shop somewhere uptown. As I was walking hurriedly up the curb to the coffee shop, I happened to glance at a shop galss window and was aghast at what I saw. My hair was sticking out of my head like strands of barbed wire! Did I remember to put on my leave-on hair conditioner today after I showered? I couldn’t remember doing so and now my hair was a mess looking like a witch’s hairdo on a bright sunny morning day or it was as if I had just come from a blow drying session that had gone awry! Boink! Oh! And the wind is not helping at all! Sigh sigh! 

I managed to get hold of stray hair with one hand while the other was balancing three thick bridal magazines and a paper bag of samples! Oooooooooolalah! As I got to the café thankfully earlier than my client, I rummaged thru my bag and found my handkerchief and my hair was tied in no time. Got thru my meeting with no more glitches but I was keenly aware of my client eyeing me with curiosity… or was it pity? We shook hands and closed the deal and as soon as she left I hurriedly gathered my things to leave. I had another meeting coming up in two hours at the same café. However, before, when I usually just sit around and kill the time till my next appointment arrives this time I just wanted to get home. I took a cab and was embarrassed when the driver looked at me and smiled knowingly as if he knew my dilemma! Gosh!  When I got home I almost tripped at the curb as I got out of the cab in a dash away from the amused driver who probably thought at that moment I made his day! Aaaarhg! Bling bling! 

This time everyone in the household was awake and wondering as I went in the front door and ran up the stairs to my room without acknowledging anyone at all. I locked my bedroom door and faced my demons! Yep, I looked like a lady demon in pink dress! Oh My! This was how I looked like this morning?!? I couldn’t even begin to describe myself! But I had to hurry and do trouble shooting as fast as I can. I sprayed on water at my hair till it was wet enough and toweled it dry again. This time I lathered it with leave on hair conditioner to keep my frizzy hair intact. I surveyed the results and nodded in approval! Now I was ready to face the world! 

I was born with curly locks and though it was only a few years back that I really learned how to manage my curls, lately I have been bugged by my other self to get a new look! What look? I had been in a dilemma for several weeks now. Short cropped is definitely out of the choices. Had been there and done that and if I wasn’t chic enough to wear those scarves and dangling earrings I would have been mistaken for a high school boy. I just don’t have those model-like features that can just sport any hairstyle they want. My facial contours are a bit complicated perse`…  should I go for the straight silky tresses tehn? Hmmmm it is an idea but….  could I take it? I mean, I have been so used to having a wash and wear hair style and I couldn’t stand to see people combing their hair every now and then anywhere anytime! Aargh %&*$#@   

But then again…. maybe it’s about time I try something new again… right? It would be refreshing to see a straight haired me… I wouldn’t be the go getter that I am if I don’t go for it! Hahaha I think I probably will!  

DON’T FART IN BED!

{ June 12, 2007 @ 3:42 pm } · { sunny side up }
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All men beware when farting in bed; there is a wife’s revenge! —–

If this story doesn’t make you cry for laughing so hard, I don’t know what to do…

This is a story about a couple who had been happily married for years. The only friction in their marriage was the husband’s habit of farting loudly every morning when he awoke. The noise would wake his wife and the smell would make her eyes water and make her gasp for air.

Every morning she would plead with him to stop ripping them off because it was making her sick. He told her he couldn’t stop it and that it was perfectly natural. She told him to see a doctor; she was concerned that one day he would blow his guts out. The years went by and he continued to rip them out.
Then one Thanksgiving morning as she was preparing the turkey for dinner and he was upstairs sound asleep, she looked at the bowl where she had put the turkey innards and neck, gizzard, liver and all the spare parts and a malicious thought came to her. She took the bowl and went upstairs where her husband was sound asleep and, gently pulling back the bed covers, she pulled back the elastic waistband of his underpants and emptied the bowl of turkey guts into his shorts.

Some time later she heard her husband awaken with his usual trumpeting, but was followed by a blood curdling scream and the sound of frantic footsteps as he ran into the bathroom. The wife could hardly control herself as she rolled on the floor laughing, tears in her eyes! After years of torture she reckoned she had got him back pretty good.

 

About twenty minutes later, her husband came downstairs in his bloodstained underpants with a look of horror on his face.
She bit her lip as she asked him what was the matter. He said, “Honey, you were right. All these years you have warned me and I didn’t listen to you.” “What do you mean?” asked his wife. “Well, you always told me that one day I would end up farting my guts out, and today it finally happened….
 

But by the grace of God, some Vaseline, and these two fingers, I think I got most of them back in!

 Lesson learned: Fart softly… hahaha :-) have a happy day!

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