Tagged
Mong (Palatino) tagged me in his blog and I suppose I have to respond because 1) Mong is one of my favorite bloggers and mass leaders; and 2)am bored.
Here are the rules for tagging: A person who gets tagged must write in his or her blog ten
weird things or habits or little known 
facts about himself or herself. He or
she should also state this rule clearly. At the end of the blog entry, he or she should tag six
other people, except the one who tagged him or her.
Okay. Ten weird things, hmmm.
1. I feel sorry for inanimate objects that get broken. I mourn for lost objects and worry that they’ll feel sad because I lost them (combs, handkerchiefs, sweaters).The electric fan in our bedroom conked out three days ago and I felt bad because we had to replace it. Now it stands next to the other electric fan and am worried that it might feel hurt at being replaced.
2. I have the ability to wipe out memories of sad and painful things that happen to me; I can literally forget about people who hurt my feelings. It’s not automatic, it requires will and concentration, but after a month, it’s like I have amnesia and I don’t remember what the hell what happened and I don’t connect the person to the events Sometimes it’s like I don’t even recognize the person.The things I want to remember, however, I never forget, even if they’re painful.
3. I went through an Ernie shirt phase (horizontal stripes); an all-black phase (when I first got into KMU, for a whole year I wore nothing but black shirts, socks, Converses); and I dislike prints.
4. I used to go out with a philosophy major who believed that if he didn’t get married by the time he was 25, he would die. Over the phone he asked me to marry him (he was 22 at the time, and I was 20) because of the supposed curse, and it was all i could to stop from laughing. He’s still alive, married with kids, and he’s 33.
5. I would much rather swallow phlegm than spit in public.
6. When I sneeze, it comes out like a cough. I think it’s because I’m too embarrassed to sneeze in public. Sneeze-coughing is painful on the sinus.
7. I lived on my own in hippie-paradise Lamma island in Hong Kong for 6 months. It was a 10 minute walk to the nearest dumpster, and to get there I had to walk through trees and on a semi-dark , cemented road. I worked all day and only got home at around 7, 7-30 pm (I either ate dinner out, or shopped for groceries good for two meals), so by the time I could take the trash out, it’d be around 9, 9-30pm. Everytime I made the trip to the dumpster, I swung the garbage bag like I was a walking pendulum and sang out loud because I was nervous about the near complete silence broken only by croaking frogs and nocturnal birds nesting. I think I was trying to convince any lurking ghosts that I was brave.
8. I frequently talk to myself in my head. I have at least three Inas inside me — the logical/rational one (who goes to work); the irrational/emotional one (whom Kim married); and the creative but anti-social one (the one whom, ironically, my friends know).
9. I am a compulsive ear-cleaner. I’m trying to control myself, though. I read that a little ear wax is needed to keep the ear canal safe because with the wax, dust and even insects (!) can get in.
10. When I was in high school, I used to eat peanut butter straight from the jar. It was homemade peanut butter pure, sweet and non-oily that my mom’s colleague made and sold every week. I only stopped when I got a really horrible stomachache and since then I haven’t been so enthusiastic about peanut butter.
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So far I’ve worn and lost at least four pairs of pearl earrings. I am so annoyed with myself. I wouldn’t mind so much if they weren’t real pearls (or if they were cheap), but they were real and they were gifts. I keep forgetting to remove them and put them on this china plate I have where I keep my watches etc. Aaaaargh. Maybe next time I should just glue-gun them to my lobes.
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I want to go hiking! Maybe this weekend we will. It would feel great to breathe clean and open air, and to feel cool wind against my face. Sometimes I can only take so much of civilization and how everything seems so dirty and depressing. It doesn’t help to go to the malls because they’re all full of people who are just like me, trying to escape the pollution.
I love the Japanese garden on the top level of Trinoma, though. The fountains are so peaceful, and I don’t really mind the people milling about.
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Poofy is getting better. We had a really close shave last week because the blood test results said that her kidney has been reduced to the size of something larger than a walnut and its function was down to 25%.
I cried and cried and cried all night Friday because I was sure that she was already a goner. The vet wasn’t very cheerful about her chances, so when I opted to take Poofy home instead of keeping her at the vet’s, the vet said that that would be better because at least Poofy would be surrounded by those she loved. Poofy was weak, she could barely lift her head, and her paws felt so cold to the touch.
Anyways, I don’t what else to call it but a miracle when Poofy started getting better as of Sunday morning. She coughed, spluttered and vomited the oatmeal and glucose water I spoon-fed her all Friday night and Saturday morning, but after a few doses of Maalox (for her acid stomach), I was able to start her on Ensure. I gave her 24 ccs of the supplement every 30 minutes, and I didn’t sleep until 4am Sunday to make sure she was steadily fed her liquid diet. By Sunday afternoon, she was lifting her head and grooming herself. She didn’t pee for 24 hours, and when the pee came out it was a vile yellow, but she looked 100% better.
My mom (who never visits me - I visit her) dropped by Sunday for lunch to visit Poofy,and we were all happily shocked because when my mom walked through the door and waved at Poofy, Poofy tried struggled hard to get up, her tail frantically wagging and there was a huge doggy smile on her elfin face.
During lunch my mom called to her and again, Poofy tried to get up. That second time she not only succeeded to lift herself, but she walked! Okay, tottered is more like it. On shaky legs she slowly made her way to the dining table, then flopped on front of my mom’s chair and barked, barked, barked.
I could’ve cried.
She’s getting better and will get well soon enough, Please O Named God.
