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Coming of age in the 21st century is all about apathy to miracles. Not that I'm losing my thoughts to apathy. Or angst - ridden subjects of loss. Failure. Pain. Self reproach. Silly moments. Washed in my signature haze of luminous tenderness. Of my uncanny skill of taking venom out of painful, somewhat emotional experiences...... leaving only the sweet exhaustion of having lived through it, and the compassionate promised of moving on. Far from it. It's just that the miraculous, being so routine, easily fades into the background. In this blog, I'm exposed. My strengths, my ideas, my personal space in life.

Tuesday, July 12, 2005

Uh wow. It’s been a month and a day since I’ve stopped blogging. I was pretty busy here with “things”.

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Sometimes, I still abide by the 5-second rule. If food has been lying on the floor less than that, go ahead and eat it. No wonder why “Ashley”, her face seemed frozen stiff when she saw that the “chef”, a local from a province had just flipped a hotdog off the ground and back on the grill. “It’ll cook off the germs,” he said nonchalantly. Maybe if I didn’t stared at her, she’ll scream. Bigtime.

Ashley’s hygiene, just to let you know is quite extraordinary. Since she’s a friend, I would know what her quirks are. When we are riding the MRT for example, she would wipe a hand towel laced with anti-microbial detergents first to clean off the residue left on seats and poles by previous riders. She would even refuse to touch the poles sometimes and take note, she’s always armed with a miniature bottle of sanitizer, always proceeding to give her hands a quick quirt everytime she touch anything. Touch. Squirt. Touch. Squirt.  

 

 

Why is she like that? Honestly, I don’t know. Maybe she grew up with clean freaks peepz while she was living in USA? I still have to muster that courage to ask her because she’s kinda sensitive when people tell her that what she’s doing is so O.A. Can you believe that she’ll refuse to sip water eventhough she’s so parched? She’d rather stay that way than ingest a gentle germ or two. And when she forgot to bring a soap  so that she could take a bath when we were at Galera, she ran outside our villa and bought one. I grew up sharing it, using any handy bar that was lying around. After all, soap is soap…….. a cleansing product. Isn’t therefore fair to assure it would clean itself? Well, she thinks I’m a freak as if I were sharing a dirty syringe.

Oh well, I guess I just have to live with her attitude for being a clean freak. Who am I to judge? If I’m not mistaken, most of us have that “freakness” in life. I for one can’t live a day without coffee. It seems that I can’t work with gusto without drinking a cup or two before my shift. Other than that, whether the weather is very humid or not, I sleep with a thick blanket and a pillow on top of my face. That way, I can sleep soundly. =)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

posted by flyingschoolgal, 07/12/05 15:01 | link | comments (9)