I now have short hair! After months of enduring a series of verbal lashes from my parents (causing me a great deal of unwanted stress) ranging from "old hag" name calling to vehement sneering, they finally succumb to victory by carefully plotting the demise of my promising hair plans in a fool proof fashion the type that grips you harder from the tight reins of parental superiority with Count Orloff's eerie masterpiece playing at the background. God bless how shall I look with my flabby post Christmas self. A diabetic Dora. I originally wanted it to look like Cindy Goh's cut from the Amazing Race Asia Season 4. However, my quick judgment warned me that it is possible the earth may stood still if I walked around looking like Matilda's stepbrother.
My overnight stay @ Izy's house (which I deduced a conniving plot to accompany her and appease her somewhere between monophobia or paranormal phobia, haha!) last December 30, 2010 was memorable with gratis of course to her! Her dogs have grown! Its been ages since I last saw them dawdling in their living room. We were a bit alarmed when their pet parrot gave a stressed sound. I was even more alarmed when she told me it is possible that snakes could be lurking around the greens. That is why every now and then during that time i assisted to feed her dogs and removed dried laundry, I found myself actively gazing around trees, plants, and the crevices of suspicious objects. haha! 1989 did not guarantee me immunity! I told her I wanted to learn music this year, planning a violin course at a local music studio and added I might have to start from 0 and relearn how to read notes. I nearly cried when she gamely picked a piece of paper and drew differences between the Treble and Bass clef, different notes and measures,a little bit about rest, sharps and flats. She opened the lid of their piano and started retrieving a musical sheet from the famed Joe Hisaishi's Spirited Away theme. She showed me how to read the notes and apply them in piano playing. She also suggested that instead of violin, I should sign up for a class in piano. While she was heating our food for dinner, she let me play a Go application in her Iphone she downloaded from Pandanet server. I was very excited and my eyes welled with repressed tears after 4 long years of hibernation. I told her of my plans to study the game again (I suddenly remembered the summer of 2006 after playing Badminton at Catalina Gardens, we walked down Shrine Hills and stopped at Shalom store at the Saturn St. curve to play some Go in their chess tables. I brought my paper chips!). The highest level I got from a handicapped play is > 15 Kyu! Pathetic! I played on a 19x19 board,easy level and after a few moves, the app passed and i won a premature epic battle! I was more of questioning myself. So, I changed the settings to mid difficulty level but I wasn't able to finish it. While we were eating our dinner, we were able to discuss the following: national revolution from a third world state, anthropology, regional dishes of McDonalds (didn't know Germany has included beer in their menu), her stand on my stand to conjure an implementation program for garbage disposal, my frustrations on mediocrity and people easily swayed by comfort and mre follies sacrificing their principles, her philo learning from the UP system, respect, our interpretation of who we are in the greater scheme of the universe, and my stand on religion and her counterpoint. She told me a revolution like that of the Americans and the French must ensue to liberate the people from the cancers of society that has long imprisoned creativity and autonomy. (*to be continued)
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