Who am I?
S vintage star
S filipina now living in california
S obsessive-compulsive... make that compulsive-obsessive... no, obsessive-compulsive
S cold all the time (literally)
current terror alert level
Why is Life Cold?
i actually have a very happy life. i just saw this graphic one day and got an inspiration for another blog. why not write about the stuff that makes life cold? from the huge, catastrophic, life-altering events to the seemingly trivial, little incidents that rub you the wrong way. it doesn't have to be a personal experience, it can be something observed.
on writing these down, my intent is to learn to appreciate life more and have a better handle on things when life throws you a curve ball. i want whoever will read this to contemplate, not get depressed. hopefully, you'll share with me your experiences as well so we can learn from each other.
p.s. it doesn't always have to be cold
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- A Premature Dear John to Z
- Manic Monday
- Pingpong Buzz
- Lost in Lost
- Look Ma, No Skeletons
- Blue Mood
- Sugar + Caffeine = Work Longer
- No Wonder I Like Green Day
- Happy Birthday Junnie!
- Long Overdue Music Tag
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Where I Go When I Feel Life Getting Cold
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S Jo's Forum
S Shai Coggins
S pinayexpat
S joyceline
S piehole (a very funny girl)
S Din's World
S pinayhekmi chronicles
S Linnor
S Tin
S kwentong tambay
S deja brew
S denden
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Vintage Star's Strange Vita (Part 1)
Have you ever seen so many lines on anybody's palm? No, it's not because I'm old, or getting older. I have had all these lines since I was a baby (or so I was told). This unusual amount of lines has caused me to be self-conscious to show my palm to anybody growing up. In school, I was horrified whenever it was my turn to lead the Panatang Makabayan (Pledge of Allegiance), because that meant standing in front of the class holding my line-ridden palm up for everyone to gawk at! I missed out on playing Sawsaw sa Suka, a childhood game where your friends continuously dip their fingers on your outstretched palm while chanting a song, and you try to catch someone's finger at the end of the song.
Later on, I would be so hesitant to hold hands with a boyfriend, even though the few I've had found my wrinkly palms cute (or so I was told). Friends and relatives are only too eager to offer theories on what all these lines mean - I have a complicated life (I don't think I do), I have a lot on my mind (I don't think I do), I have had so many lives and somehow St. Peter forgot to erase the lines through time (I think I've seen that in a movie before).
So far, I've only met one other person with a similar palm (although he had less lines), on a plane, but I've forgotten who he was. All I remember is how happy we both were at discovering this rare commonality. Surprisingly, I was also disappointed to find my claim to the one unique thing I had in this world has been invalidated.
In any case, I'm stuck with these lines, whatever they mean, and I've grown accustomed to them. I stretch my palm out when needed without giving it a thought. Hey, I'm so comfortable I've even taught my stepson Sawsaw sa Suka so he could play it with his friends and also play it with him and hubby once in a while.
Dip it in vinegar, whoever's caught is it!
