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I have a trivial confession to make....
Admittedly (dyahe), nowadays, I don't do house chores. I really am, most of the times, simply doing other things. Of course, I know how to do it - cooking, cleaning the house, doing the laundry- but I simply don't have the chance to do it because someone else is doing it better and more efficient than me (nagpalusot pa haha...)
BUT today, my OC alter ego emerged again (it would always strike unexpectedly, mind you).
This normally happens when I feel down and I want to shift my melancholic spirit into something that would keep my mind and my body busy and moving.
So what happened next is.....I did a general room cleaning of some sorts. When this mood strikes, the whole house would be smiling as I free it from all dirt and clutter. The cleaning would start in the morning and practically end late in the afternoon, even early evening (you heard it right, minsan nao-obsess ako sa paglilinis at pag aayos ng gamit kaya ganito katagal, as in major production haha). This thing is ZEN to me (pansin nyo, after a long day of being "obsessed" I still managed to write this post! That's how I am and my mind as an artist, LOL)
This would be my ritual: While cleaning, I would sort the clutter - books, magazines, old photos, old letters, receipts, pertinent docs - and I would look at it, read it, while memories by association to these things (especially with photos and letters) are revived. I would reread magazines, old letters and smile as I recall my sentiments. I would arrange my huge collection of magazines and sort it by month edition, arrange the CDs alphabetically (by artists), sort all receipts and bills by month of issuance. I would clean the closet and arrange the pile of clothes and sort it by color. Funny thing is, I would end up not throwing away the mess because I would judge it as still valuable and with meaning (trivia 1: I keep old letters, receipts, even my exam papers, greeting cards, postcards, my compilation of work payslips starting from my 1st job. I keep it in a safe place which would be part of my cleaning , when , as I've mentioned, OC mood strikes).
While cleaning, I would find old newspapers and read it again. Yup, you read it right...I do keep old newspaper, clippings of interesting articles which I would love to reread over and over again (trivia 2: When I buy newspaper in the morning, I'll flip through the pages and read only some selected articles, THEN AT NIGHT, I would read it again, this time all pages including the comic strip). That's how OC I am with reading....nobody can and shall disturb me when I'm reading. But nowadays, I do online news reading religiously kasi ang mahal na din kaya ng dyaryo, although the hard copy still has the crisp charm which lure me into serious reading (trivia 3: I used to enjoy the newspaper TODAY published by Teddy Boy Locsin. I dunno, pero I really like the look of that paper, the quality of pages and prints and the layout. When I'm done reading it, I like it being folded coz it's light and non-bulky compared to other papers, so I can easily slip it in my college planner binder. I remember being excited buying this paper and enjoy the articles of good writers like Locsin and Jessica Zafra).
As for the mess, I've found some, but being a sucker I am for vintage (haha) and ME being sentimental, I decided to keep these:
the "unprejudiced" me, LOL
my previous writings
Whoa! sweet notes from '94 (this one came fom my friend Bing. We used to exchange small little notes and hope not to burn bridges)
Born on the date when people wouldn't miss sharing a gift, raised in a cool place where we give prominence to the letter "R" (in our town's spoken language, most of the Tagalog words with letter "D" are replaced with letter "R"), and now living and working south of somewhere, with a very colorful life soundtrack. My videoke national anthem is "Goodtimes" by Edie Brickell I am shallow - a decent mug of tea with milk pleases me ; and I am deep - I usually trail socio-political news and issues especially when there is probe in aid of legislation (sabi sa inyo, malalim e ha ha). My personality is very much defined by my iPod music collection. I have a passion for singing and usually takes extra efforts to be discreet and resist the overwhelming urge to sing for hours. Don't worry, the mic still has a chance to leave my hand, when too-mainstream tunes come in.