Earlier this year I approached my officemate about the possibility of buying diamond stud earrings from her friend. She told me she’ll inform me once she gets in touch with her friend. This morning she asked me if I were still interested because her friend had contacted her and I told her I still wanted to buy. It may not be certified diamonds but I trust that they are real because I know my friend knows something about gems. Another thing nice about it is I can pay in instalments. I guess it will mean I have to do some belt-tightening in the coming months. I’ll just look at it as an investment since jewellery appreciates in value unlike electronic equipment.
Last Sunday, a friend and I visited another friend who just gave birth. She was telling us about her adventures in giving birth through caesarean. She was prepared for a normal delivery but due to some unforeseen circumstances, she had to undergo caesarean section. It was funny but somewhat scary also when she told us how she was injected with anaesthesia and its effect was that she babbled on and on during delivery but she can’t remember now anything about it. Furthermore, she related to us how she found it difficult to breathe when she was in the recovery room. She became anxious because of the difficulty in breathing and tried to hold on to the doctors and nurses there. Maybe one of those respironics oxygen concentrators could have helped her breathe more easily during that time. It must be quite traumatic to give birth. Some women have an easier time of it than others but still traumatic nonetheless.
Yesterday my sense of smell was working on an overdrive. Usually, we’re not conscious of our senses. We just take them for granted, especially the sense of smell, unless something very pleasant or unpleasant is in the wind. But for me, yesterday was a day of smells. While I was walking towards the main road I smelled wet dog poop. Good thing the odor was somewhat muted. I always pass that way and there are always dog poop around but I was more conscious of the smell yesterday. Then when the jeepney I was riding passed by the slum area I could smell “tuyo” or dried fish being fried. I could hear my stomach grumble. Others, especially foreigners, don’t like the smell of “tuyo” but Filipinos usually love it. It’s a cultural thing, I guess. After the tuyo, when we passed along the river, I again smelled viand and dessert. I forgot what kind but I was surprised that I could smell them so well. I was thinking that somebody in one of the houses near the river was in a cooking frenzy when I suddenly realized that the man beside me had a lot of styrofoam containers and these contained food. He was with the woman across from him and I think they were going to deliver food to some clients.
On my way home, I decided to attend mass because it was first Friday. My brother and I kept missing each other’s calls so when he called while I was in church and the mass starting, I dropped his call and texted him that I will call him after the mass. Just as I was returning my mobile phone inside my bag I smelled the faux Isimiake scent he favoured. I got a little nervous because of superstition. What an irony! Professing my faith but being rattle by superstition. Not good. Anyway, I tried to get over it. When I got out of the church after the mass, it was drizzling and the air was heavy. Unfortunately, a damp smell on someone is not quite pleasant. There was this man who boarded the jeepney and was seated beside me who smelled of damp body odor. It was not that sharp or too unpleasant but I was quite mystified because I usually associated that kind of body odor with a woman. I even thought that it was I who smelled like that but when I tried to smell myself, I knew it was not me. Moreover, I can smell the odor if I turn to his direction. When I got off the jeepney, I again sniffed at myself just to make sure. It was definitely not me. Walking home, I passed by something with the odor of a wet cat then the delicious smell of barbecue when I passed by a barbecue stand.
Some of these things I smell on a daily basis but I don’t why I was more conscious of them yesterday. I guess some days are just like that.
I was riding a public utility vehicle last week and I noticed the person across from me had marks from pimples. I guess he suffered from acne (although he was dressed as a she) during his adolescence. I can tell because of the marks. Maybe he did not have access to a natural acne treatment or even synthetic ones. It’s very expensive to remove pimple scars, especially those that make your face look like potholes have been etched into it.
Sometimes you have to envy those women who don’t seem to age. They are able to maintain their svelte builds and dewy skins. Of course it must take a lot of discipline and hard work to achieve such youthful look. It also helps that they can afford the best eye cream for wrinkles since it’s usually wrinkles around the eyes that can give away your age range. Nowadays, it seems easier to remain young-looking because there are a lot of aesthetic clinics that cater to making you look and feel young as long as you can afford it and if I can, why not? Of course, I can’t.
I watched Incredible Hulk movie last Friday where Edward Norton played the hgh gone wild green giant. It was the first time I watched the movie. When I first heard that Edward Norton was going to be Incredible Hulk, I was quite sceptical because he looks so tame and puppy-like even though I know he is a great actor and I admire his acting skills. Well, it turned out that he was able to deliver. Moreover, when he turned into the Hulk, there was no trace of Edward Norton left physically, so it was ok. Liv Tyler was very beautiful and feminine as Elizabeth Ross, the love interest of Hulk’s alter-ego.
My friend and I watched the movie “Here Comes the Bride” last night. It was a very funny movie about five people whose bodies got exchanged when they got into an accident in a magnetic part of a highway during a solar eclipse. The five characters were a very demure bride to be, a beautician or should I say image stylist, a randy old man, a suffering yaya, and an older career woman. It was only the bride who was kind of short-changed by the exchange because her soul possessed the body of her mom’s best friend, the older career woman. The gay stylist thought he had gone to heaven because he got into the body of the young, beautiful and sexy bride. The old man was also very happy because his soul has gone into the stylist’s body, which was quite healthy and youngish as compared to his doddering old body. He can enjoy his favourite pastime of sex and cigar-smoking, maybe Dutch Master cigar at that without his various old man’s diseases getting in the way. The suffering yaya was happy enough getting trapped in the old man’s body because the old man was very rich and pampered with nurses and she can escape her very hard life. The mischief and mayhem that ensued because of the exchange was the main focus of the movie. I really had a rollicking time watching it.
