Laugh Therapy

wow what was that. i was trying to write the title for this blog and had to pause...how do you spell therapy again? hahaha. funny. i seem to have lost my brain for a minute there. just thinking out loud...anyway...okay, it's friday tomorrow! it's officially my second week as a bona fide tax payer...LOL. and i'm getting my first paycheck too! woohoo!!! work has been really great! and challenging.  i'm still under training, and trying to digest all of the software ins and outs on the job (that, i must admit is a breeze...) the hard part is...trying to drink up all of these biochemistry con medical thingamajigs behind each health product our company carries. aaahhh customer support!  pretty modest and self-effacing.  i like it.  the best part is...it's not all service.  it's actually highly cerebral given the nature of our company.  let me refresh my memory...Acetyl-L-Carnitine is the acetyl ester of L-carnitine. It occurs naturally in animal products. Chemically, acetyl-L-carnitine is known as beta-acetoxy-gamma-N, N, N-trimethylaminobutyrate yada yada yada!!! that's good. i'm stimulating my intellect while happily expanding my tree...new skills, new environment, new peeps. hopefully new friends too?

here's some laugh therapy for yah all.  my co-worker sent it today. i don't usually put forwarded emails on my blog...but this one i really just had to share!!!

Ways to Maintain A Healthy Level Of Insanity.


1. At Lunch Time, Sit In Your Parked Car With Sunglasses on and point a Hair Dryer At Passing Cars. See If They Slow Down.

2. Page Yourself Over The Intercom. Don't Disguise Your Voice.

3. Every Time Someone Asks You To Do Something, Ask If They Want Fries with that.

4. Put Your Garbage Can On Your Desk And Label It "In."

5. Put Decaf In The Coffee Maker For 3 Weeks Once Everyone has gotten Over Their Caffeine Addictions, Switch to Espresso.

6. In The Memo Field Of All Your Checks, Write " For Smuggling
Diamonds"

7. Finish All Your sentences! with "In Accordance With The Prophecy."

8. Don't use any punctuation

9. As Often As Possible, Skip Rather Than Walk.

10. Order a Diet Water whenever you go out to eat, with a serious face.

11. Specify That Your Drive-through Order Is "To Go."

12. Sing Along At The Opera.

13. Go To A Poetry Recital And Ask Why The Poems Don't Rhyme?

14. Put Mosquito Netting Around Your Work Area And Play tropical Sounds All Day.

15 Five Days In Advance, Tell Your Friends You Can't Attend Their Party Because You're Not In The Mood.

16. Have Your Co-workers Address You By Your Wrestling Name, Rock Bottom.

17. When The Money Comes Out of The ATM, Scream "I Won!, I Won!"

18. When Leaving The Zoo, Start Running Towards The Parking lot,
Yelling "Run For Your Lives, They're Loose!!"

19. Tell Your Children Over Dinner. "Due To The Economy, We Are Going To Have To Let One Of You Go."

20. And The Final Way To Keep A Healthy Level Of Insanity.......


Send This E-mail To Someone To Make Them Smile.
Its Called .... Therapy

hhhmmmmmm

"How old would you be if you didn't know how old you are?"
- Leroy (Satchel) Paige (1906-1982)

Thank God for Junk...and Eyes!!!

...aside from being confused once in a while what time it was (dst started today and we had to adjust the clocks...and we didn't coordinate who was gonna do which and so we didn't know which clock was telling the truth at one point hahaha!!!)...our day went well. t'was a typical lazy sunday. hub & i went to church, grabbed some breakfast at the diner on webster st. and went on a shopping rampage combing through antique stores and garage sales...this addiction has been going on for a while (talk about being "junkies" in the real sense of the word!)...i got hooked after my first three-drawer wicker stand from craigslist... hahaha...twenty-bucks!  we don't usually buy anything randomly (no, we ain't that cheap, okay), but it gives us a different "high" going through the really good pieces that, shall i say, have silent stories tucked inside them, especially those quaint furniture and woodwork...yummm! we came home with one wicker hope chest (to match my three-drawer wicker set heehee), two books by ernest hemingway, a dollar each (yippy for me!)...a coffeetable book on wines, and an old green glass goblet vase that was screaming "bathroom!" at me...i almost bought the very charming owner's dog that was lounging beside a 750-800 dollar upright stove circa 1917 ("sorry, he's not for sale, but we have a cat you can take home for free")...ooops, no thanks...t'was a fun day...i'm so thankful for that.

...another thing to thank for today...while hub & i were at Tilly's diner, there was this old lady on the table next to us who ordered a lot of food! and i was like...huh? yikes! then i saw her sloppily shaking salt and pepper on her plate and eating bacon and sausage with her hands...feeling the egg and the hashbrown with her hand before poking them with the fork.  then i realized she was blind...i just thought, wow, i can't eat like that. half of the fun is actually seeing the crispy bacon oozing with grease before you pop it into your mouth...and the crunchy browned hashbrown (that's why it's called hashBROWN, silly)...and the steam going up from your cup of coffee...i can't imagine eating without seeing!!! i closed my eyes and experimented. man, it's hard! but well, they say some other senses are heightened when one isn't working.  maybe this old lady can taste it even better! nevertheless, i still won't trade my vision for added taste. i'm already born with msg on my tongue anywayz... so there, i just feel like thanking God for my eyes that see.  there are so many things that are just impossible to appreciate without seeing. let's not take it for granted! like today, i woke up smiling because i saw that hub's eyelashes are curled up again (from pressing too much with the  pillow, it's dunnit again haha)...he looked so gay, and funny...and how about reading, and driving, and blogging, and sketching and watching the sunset? 

...well, thank you, God, for good vision (...and the bacon...and eggs...and hashbrowns...and sausages...and the biscuits and gravy) and yard sales and antique shops...

Downtown

I've been too bored lately. Hecka bored. So I went to the city yesterday. There are so many things I like about going downtown so much.  It keeps me sane.  It's the citygirl in me.  I dress up and go around, window-shopping, people-watching.  There was a phase when going to the city made me feel like a tourist.  The smell of the streets, the aroma of coffee hovering around the little coffee shops, the backdoor kitchen smells of restaurants, the diversity of the people, the hustle and bustle...they have always reminded me of how my senses felt like more than ten years ago when I visited San Francisco for the very first time as a tourist.  Now, I still run after that sensation and headrush sometimes but I don't know if it's a good thing or not, I'm beginning to feel more and more like a local each passing day. I don't take as much pictures anymore. And I ain't lost no more.  I know where my feet will take me.  It's not bad I guess, I still get little surprises here and there anyways.  Beautiful!  Exactly how I like it.

Downtown SF is an escape for me.  I find time for myself, walking by the places I love, enjoying my solitude.  It keeps me together.  I visit my favorite bookstore and linger there for as long as I want. Yesterday, I had Teriyaki Salmon on a bed of garlic mashed potatoes for lunch. The city makes me not think about some hurts, pains and worries. Yesterday, my head was bursting to its seams with thoughts that make one uneasy. There's this job I want so bad and waiting for their callback on my application is an agony. I want to have a job now.  I'm aching to fulfill another purpose soon.  And before boredom begins to claim me as his bestfriend.  And yes, I still think about the baby I lost...it's like a weird skin rash that you hide underneath a shirt, you forget about it until another itch episode catches you offguard.    Then, my small Brady Bunch family is about to embark in a different stage, with my two sisters getting married soon. I'm worried about my parents. And who will be there for them.  I'm so far away.  And they're getting old and sickly.  Just recently, something health-threatening is hanging like a dagger above our heads again. Here it goes again.  I wish I can shut off my thoughts, and feelings. 

That's why downtown SF keeps me sane.  I am able to go away for a while. It's my small means of escape....Until my mom texted me yesterday to ask if she can call.  I made her call my celphone.  I was on the couch in front of Bloomingdale's.  I wanted to talk to her. No, I wanted her to talk to me! She needed that.  I miss her and I love her, and I wish I can be there for her everytime she needs me. Just like how it was before.  No, she's not imposing that I come back.  She's in fact trying her best to pull through without me, or anyone, in her bravest self, knowing that this is how life is...accepting the reality that I have my own life to pursue now and it happens to be thousands of miles away. That rips my heart apart.  I feel so sorry for my mom, and my dad. They did all their best to take care of me. And now, I can't be there for them. But maybe that's how life is.  I don't know! I wish I knew the answers.  My hubby is here. And I like my life here too. And we're starting our own family. Oh I feel that my heart is at two places at one time, or maybe even three.

That's why I use downtown SF to squash these unpleasant feelings down.  Until my mom's call.  I realized you can't really escape from anything.  You can't escape life, because you are life itself. 

PS. Aldred knew I was sad.  He picked me up from the mall after he got off from work, we had a huge garlic crabs and mussels dinner at Stinking Rose.  We downed a pitcher of beer (almost), walked around, we snooped around the condo landslide spot downtown-- scary!  We ran across the busy streets (but not beyond the police tapes), laughed, panted and coughed, and laughed, panted and coughed.  I still love the city. And Aldred.  They keep me sane.

Blog #95 (Woohoo!!!)

I'm not feeling righteous or goodie-goodie or anything...I usually blog to inspire people.  But, I usually blog to inspire myself. Usually, I need something to remind me of the right things...or usually, just a kick in the butt hahaha...like today.

"Clarisms"

i woke up sometime before the break of dawn, it was still dark. i opened my eyes, light-headed.  where am i? ... maybe if i forced myself to sleep again i would know...where am i? it felt like i was trapped in between realms...the subconcious and the conscious, the past and the present, i didn't know where my head was, and my logic was also still trying hard to swim beyond the sea of this mystery to ascertain anything for me. it's like overlapping worlds...perhaps it's the three decades of past behind me, moving from one place to another after a considerably long time. each one having a special place in my heart...where am i? i tried to look up, i saw the roof above me, bathed in faint light, then i gazed to the wall on my left, also illuminated by the same soothing glow, coming from a tiny grain that seemed so grand in the dark.  ahh, this is my old room when i was a child, the old house i grew up in. i can almost smell it.  i was just waiting for the whiff from the burning gas lamp that the maids would sometimes prepare for us when the weather's bad, or when the light is out around town. it should be sitting on the antique porcelain sink standing proudly in one corner of the room... there is no sink.  no drapes to a dressing room behind it either, but a door in it's place...a bathroom? there is no scent of a lamp burning either. i smelled Downy. am i in our vacation house in Lipa? but i remember that it's pitch black when you wake up in the middle of the night there, and the pregnant silence is always deafening.  so, it's not quite like it.  i shifted my gaze to the right, there is a hint of light streaming into the window. must be from the light post illuminating the alley between the house and the hospital (which, zoning-wise isn't really supposed to be there). i don't see the white curtains that ran the whole length of the wall, instead there are seemingly hypnotic repetitive vertical lines like teeth in a tiny rectangular box...aaah blinds! no big windows i can throw a huge couch from. i'm under the sheets, but this doesn't feel like my grandmother's heirloom sheets, cool, crisp, and properly starched, aged but comforting with her initials intricately embroidered on each. i closed my eyes again and tried hard to wake up properly.  some parts of my mind were still floating elsewhere in dreamland and it was a struggle collecting each...where was the light coming from? am i going to heaven soon? am i astral-travelling? why is it pulsating? i opened my eyes and slowly figured out that it was coming from this tiny blue dot on the dial of the ionic breeze in the room that says "boost", the green one coming from the digital display of the standby portable heater that says 65 for the moment. then like a strong shake from nowhere jolting me from this circadian rhythm malfunction (i still prefer to call it "short-circuit"), someone wailed a deafening rap song on the morning radio program...someone beside me stirred.  it's aldred.  and he hit snooze on the clock radio. silence... so, this is where i am. it's not lola's old sheets wrapping me for warmth, but some new and really soft 600-thread count egyptian cotton sheets that don't have as much colorful stories to tell yet and yes, the arms of a man i am beginning to weave a story with in this lifetime...wait, why was i so disoriented? is it the flu? the tylenol pm? does that happen to most people who move to a different place? or maybe i'm just beginning to miss home.  the old one, the "other" home.  maybe.