A Purrfect Love Affair

I have always loved cats. My earliest memory of owning a cat was when I was about 5 or 6 years old. My love affair with them started way back in 1987 when we moved to San Pedro, Laguna from Quezon City. Her name was Muning, a typical name any first-time cat owner would name his or her cat. I remember getting upset when I saw Muning being taken by a visitor in our neighbor's backyard.

My siblings have had dogs, whereas a cat was what I always preferred. I even remember my late Mama saying, "Mahilig ka talaga sa pusa. Ne, maliit ka pa oh naalala ko, uuwi kang may dalang pusa." (Memories... Ma, I miss you na! I love you!)

Through the years, I've had many cats with names ranging from Penelope Laila (after Liza Milo - do you remember her from that scary tv show? yep, I knew her), Ling-ming Mei (after that Macros character), Pen (short for Penelope Laila, her life was also short *sad*), Orange Waffle, My Beautiful Gorgo (after Queen Gorgo of King Leonidas in the movie 300), Kat-Kat (a male cat which I gave a girl's name hehe), Amy, Chub-Chub, Snow Flake (because he was white as snow), Cibo, Prince Albert (after that Sweet Valley High character) and many more I can't even remember at all.

A few months ago, I was reading a Reader's Digest magazine when I came across an article, entitled Garfield's Good-Life Guide, which caught my attention. It was about cats and why they behave like they do. What struck me was when it said:

"Let the cat make the first move. Don't come to me and expect me to rejoice. I will come to you - on my own terms and in my own time. When I meet a new human, I know immediately whether he's a cat person. If he pets me and suffocates me with hugs, yuck! It's so over. But if he ignores me or is allergic or is terrified, I find him irresistible. Unlike indiscriminate dogs, a cat likes a challenge. Always let the cat make the first move, or suffer the consequences."

It was like I was reading an article about me. That was when I concluded that my fascination with cats had something to do with how we both interact with people. Of all the other items on the article, only one was not applicable to me. That also made me almost conclude that I have a high-functioning autism. Especially when I heard about the book entitled All Cats Have Asperger's Syndrome. But it's all vague right?

It was weird because I knew it was not impossible to happen. Then again, weird is nothing new to me. Hmm, I don't think this purrfect love affair is yet to be over.


Reference: All Cats Have Asperger Syndrom by Kathy Hoopman
Garfield's Good-Life Guide by RD Pets, Reader's Digest January 2008

Pentium II

...that's how I will call her, dahil yun ang processing level ng utak niya.

There are many like her. Madami na kong napasukan na trabaho bilang isang manunulat. Sa lahat ng mga working environments na yun, laging merong mga taong katulad niya. Hindi ko masabi sa kanya (sa kanila) mga problema ko sa mga ginagawa nila kasi kung kilala mo ko, I suffer/fight back in silence.

Describe ko na lang siya/sila.

1. Maingay. Manunulat ako kaya importante sa akin ang katahimikan. Anak ng p*ta (pasensya na, it's effin frustrating na eh!) naman kung hindi alam ng katrabaho ko yun. It's a huge effin general knowledge.

Anyway, Pentium II talaga. BS. We have different tastes in music. You have been here for like, what? A month and you still have no idea what kind of music we listen to? Come on, you've heard us. Please, keep your playlists to yourself. Pero since you can't, you leave me no choice...

side note: IMHO, writers who love (supposedly) noise are... hmm... okay so you are still writers, pero for me, you lack depth. Full of blabbering, pero walang meaning. In short, mababaw. Kung writer ka at hindi mo matanggap ang criticism ko, hindi ka dapat tawaging manunulat. *bow

I'm not quiet because I choose to be, I'm just focusing on my work. (though i'm quiet talaga)

2. Opisina mo ang mundo? Kahit hindi ka manunulat, gugustuhin mo rin ng privacy sa workstation mo right? BS. Gusto ko sabihin sa kanya na naaasiwa na ko sa kakalakad niya sa paligid ko. Ilagay mo kaya sa table mo yung mga gamit mo para hindi ka na balik ng balik dito. I can't concentrate with you snooping (?) around.

I'm not claiming this area, I just want some privacy when I work please?

3. Snoopy. Eto na... I will justify na... Para sa lahat 'to. Bilang isang manunulat, importante sakin na ibaling sa ibang bagay ang aking atensiyon habang bumubuo ng aking mga ideya. I focus my thoughts on an idea and write about it. When it all gets effed up, I have to rest my mind by browsing other sites. Other mediums (like taking a break or smoke, which is i don't do anymore. wtf 1 month na ko yosi-free! sh*t it feels great!) could work, but because browsing websites is the most accessible here sa office, its the most used diversion method.

Kung nakikita mo 'kong nagba-browse ng ibang sites (websites, kung hindi mo alam ang sites), wag mo ko sitahin, kaya kitang tunawin ng tingin ko lang. Palibhasa, hindi gumagana utak mo.

I'm not slacking, I'm just resting my mind.

4. Eto lang yun eh, WRITERS SHOULD NEVER BE CONTAINED. We (artists in general) are free spirits. Let us be. Saka na kayo magreklamo kung hindi ako (kami) makapagproduce ng demands niyo nang dahil sa mga anik-anik (drawing, taking breaks, browsing websites, chatting) na ginagawa namin.

Ikaw Pentium II, tanong kita, was there ever a time na hindi ko naibigay or na-submit sayo articles ko? Was there ever a time na hindi ako umabot sa p*tanginang quota na yan?

I'm not at all like this, I'm just ranting. WTF

Ayokong mabigyan ng label, pero ano pa nga ba magagawa ko? Eto na. These are what my mind have concocted. Mayabang na kung mayabang. Ebil na kung ebil. Frog na kung frog!

Ikaw ba hindi? o_O

Don't worry, hindi kita papatulan. Hanggang dito lang 'to. Dahil ganyan lang kaya ng isip mo, pipilitin kitang intindihin dahil without humility, all my other virtues will be useless. Sana yun, naintindihan mo.

Whatever. Uy, meryenda time na! w00t

The Great Sister Act II

I have loved her the way she has and may never wholly understand. I loved her, and I will love her still.

Yes, in despite...


Kuya Marvynn, Omar, and ate Etchel, thank you very much for all your help ha. *hugs*

Wahahays!

I need my earphones, dammit. Kung bakit ba naman kasi, ni-uwi ko pa! Hays.

A Glimpse

I am proud to say that I come from a family of smart individuals. My sisters were scholars and dean's listers. I've had my share of honors and scholarships back in college. Sad to say, I grew up knowing I wasn't one of them. They’re professionals, I’m only an artist (but proud to be one!). I always knew I was not smart enough. I was always thought to be a slow-learner. I was the one with the face without a brain. I was the odd ball.

Now I know why.

I'm not dumb mother (I love you!). I'm as smart as you are my dear sisters (I love you too!). Unfortunately (?), I have short attention span and obscure tremors because I'm sick. If you were in my shoes, you'd know what I mean. I just wish you really were.

Now I feel like the black ant that explores my keyboard. I want to run, but I can't because I've got work to do. I can’t use my sickness as an excuse for some job undone. Good thing there's a window in front of me. The view is not beautiful, yet quiet. Good thing I have my own earphones. Loud progressive music calms me somehow in times like these. Good effin diversion eh?

Ready to Fight

I was in the hospital for two days. I was sick. No, I am still sick.

Yet, I am very happy. :)

There's a part in me which has been abnormally growing and it's causing me a lot of physical (and emotional) problems. I'm not worrying though. At least now I know what's wrong with me. It's serious, but not grave. It's curable, but if left untreated, could lead to heart failure and if that happens, I could honestly claim that my heart has been broken. haha

I'm not scared, not anymore.

Lord, thank you. Thank you very much! You saved me again. w00t

Isaw-Isaw at Sopdrinks Naman

Hindi na burgers.


Amie: *kwento kwento habang naglalakad*

Me: Pawis na po ikaw oh. Pawis na pawis na noo mo. Likod mo basa na rin ba?

Amie: Okay lang po. Nakalagay na sa likod yung towel ko eh. La na ko pamunas.

Me: Meron po pamunas diyan sa bag ko. Towel din yan. Alam ko mas gusto mo pamunas towel. Kaso maliit lang siya.

Amie: Baby wala naman po eh.

Me: Meron po diyan.

Amie: *tingin tingin pa rin*

Me: *tinulungan siya hanapin*

Amie: Ayun! Ang liit naman nito baby. Mini towel!

Me:

Amie: Baby tago mo po 'to!

Me: Huh?

Amie: Para po sa magiging baby natin!

Me: