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Thursday, February 20, 2014

Culture Shock



Photo taken from here.


One of my Facebook friends requested that I list down the things that shocked me when I first set my foot on American soil. I admit, there were a lot of things that were somewhat odd to me, but they were not necessarily shocking. Most of them were quite understandable since America is considered a first world country compared to where I came from.

Here's my list. It wasn't at all that shocking for me during that time. I should call this as "big differences," but, "culture shock" is the term commonly used for such initial reaction. So, that's how I'm calling it here.

1. Fish or Seafood - They are expensive here compared to the fish sold in the Philippines. In fact, most of the seafood in the Philippines are cheaper. I belong to a fishing family (meaning, I grew up having parents who had a fishing business). We get free fish almost all the time. If I would put a price tag on those free fishes, it would cost thousands of U.S. dollars here in California. I was spoiled with different kinds of fish back home. Not having them here made me adjust to eating sandwiches. I found canned sardines at first and ate those, because I was not used to eating sandwiches, pasta, and salads for a whole meal. Fish and rice became a once in a week thing for me. Worse, once a month.

2. Seatbelt - It's a must to wear seatbelts here, or else you'd be fined by $160. (It used to be $50 when I arrived in 2001, I researched the new fine fee.) We have jeepneys and motor-tricycles in the Philippines. They don't have seatbelts there. I had to remind myself to always buckle up when riding a car here in California. I did ride taxi cabs back home, but never did I buckled myself with the seatbelt. It's better unbuckled to avoid shady taxi cab drivers, but not here.

3. Shower - No matter how big the house we had in the Philippines, somehow we had giant water containers inside our bathroom and a small pail to pour water on ourselves with instead of using the shower head. Our housemaids boil water for us and mix it in the giant water container with cold water to make it lukewarm/warm enough for bathing in the morning. Here in California, all the shower heads work well. It's heaven not to use the small pail to pour water on top of my head. *grins*

4. Umbrella - In the Philippines, rain or shine we use an umbrella. Here, it's only used when it's raining. One time I used an umbrella here when the sun was up. One of my Filipino friends handed it out to me to use. People looked at us with a weird frown. Worse, they giggled. That was the last time I used an umbrella when the sun was up. *laughs*

5. Whitening/Tanning - In connection with the umbrella, I discovered that Californians love the sun. They prefer to tan or have a darker tone of skin, whereas in the Philippines people use skin whiteners to lighten up their skin tones. I originally have a real dark brown tone. My parents bleached my skin when I was 16. I hated it, but of course the outcome was great. I couldn't go out, though. So, when I got here, I went to the beach right away and sunbathed. It's what I call freedom! And, of course I do use sunblock. I don't like pale skin. I love my dark brown self.

6. Wash/Dry Machines - When I was in the Philippines, I only wash clothes manually. Bare hands! We scrub, we twist, we rub-a-dub-dub until it's all wrinkled, wet, and clean. But here, you switch on the washing machine, pour detergent in, put clothes in, and close the top. Voila! Same with the dryer. It's so easy. Now, if only someone invents the folding machine, that'd be perfection! Meh, nothing's perfect.

7. Internet Cafes - Not everybody owns a computer back home. Not everybody can afford it, especially the internet connection. So, when I left, I remembered that there were a whole bunch of internet cafes serving the masses in need of internet connection. Pay by the hour or additional half hour just to be connected. Here, everybody has computers. It's free to use a computer at the public library (as long as you have a library card which is only given to residents). Hi-tech! Internet connection is everywhere as small as the size of a cellphone. Wi-fi connection galore! They're free, too! When I arrived here, it was like stepping into a different world, like in a book. From medieval to sci-fi, extremes. I wouldn't be surprised if a flying car zooms by one of these days.

8. Birthdays - In the Philippines, I experienced that if it's my birthday, I'd be the one to throw a party and invite friends. As a birthday celebrant, I'd feed my guests and make them enjoy the party. I grew up knowing birthday parties just like that. So, when I arrived here and got invited to a birthday party for the very first time, I was totally shocked when someone asked me for my share of the bill. Obviously, I didn't tell them what I thought was the correct way. I complied and gave money. But it was so bizarre that I didn't attend any birthdays for a long while. HaHaHa On a serious note, don't get me wrong. I'm not stingy. I just don't like heart-attacks.

9. Housemaids - This is totally not a culture shock for me. I grew up having a whole bunch of housemaids in our house. I don't understand why there's a need for housemaids really. When I arrived here, I did all my house chores. It's a great thing being able to move around and accomplishing little things on my own. Independence at its finest. It keeps one grounded. It's one of the best things here. Work hard!

Well, that's about what I could recall at this point. Maybe, I'll write a part two if I remember something, but for now, this is it. If you relocated or migrated yourself, what's your culture shock?

Wednesday, February 12, 2014

My Recent Addiction


Thanks to my dear friend JoJo who motivated me to start blogging again, ignoring the silliness of a psycho aside. Excuse my French. Well, it's not French. C'est la vie!

So, yes, let's talk about my recent addiction. You read that correctly. Addiction. No, it's not about drugs. Sheesh, don't call the cops on me. HaHaHa

I'm addicted to washi tape, stickers, rubber stamps, Daytimer, Filofax, organizing, paper crafting ... anything that has to do with all of those connected to each other. Yes, I'm so hooked, there's no cure but to let me be, and perhaps donate some of those to me. HeHeHe (I'm trying to be cute, but that doesn't mean I'm stopping you to donate.)

Here's the thing, I've always had my organizer with me. In fact, it's been more than decades that I've owned my Daytimer Armorhide Cowhide Desk Size. I've never decorated it or whatsoever. It was boring, until I recently reinstated my penpaling last 2013. I have connected with lots of creative minds and they introduced me to the world of paper crafting. So, let me clarify with you that I have been OCD with planning and organizing. Perhaps you should ask my past Meetup group members that I organized events like crazy. Anyways, I started with one or two washi tapes and a few stickers. But now, look what I have.



Why do I do this? It's relaxing after a day's work to sit in front of my desk and think of ways how to decorate a blank canvass of paper or envelope. It's fun for me. It makes me smile to even think that I can do something colorful and I'm not even an artist. Well, sort of? HeHe

Here are old planner pages that I decorated and several snail mail envelopes.






So, are you a Filomaniac or a Planner Addict? Welcome to my world!




Tuesday, December 10, 2013

Thanksgiving 2013


Photo taken from here.

My blog is always delayed. My apologies. Still struggling with this cough, and the common cold decided to join its lonesome party. The more the merrier? Not really. Being on the optimistic side of things, at least, I'm able to accomplish little meaningful goals day to day. (Yeah, right. hahaha)

Thanksgiving Day came and went, yet I failed to write promptly about what I was thankful for. My favorite saying comes to mind, "Better late than never." How wonderful to write about Thanksgiving in December! That's optimism.

So, here it is, my Thanksgiving list:

1. I'm thankful for the toxic people who are NOT present in my life. God gave me the right path to make them disappear. Answered prayers indeed! May they all find peace on their own journey without me in the picture and without them wanting to be a part of my life. I have no wish to know anything about them. May they also wish the same.

2. I'm also thankful for the wonderful people who surround me: my penpals (random total strangers who became close to me through snail mailing), my band friends (who are music lovers just like me), my other in-person friends (co-workers, Meetup members, my social media pals--people reading this,--and random acquaintances), my adopted US soldier (for doing what he does so I could do what I'm doing), and those I consider very close to me (you know who you are). They keep me sane. Well, there are times that I get nuts, but they get nuts with me, too. If ya can't beat 'em, join 'em! I feel their wonderful support in everything, and I try my best to be there for them as well.

3. Thank you for my heart family: my wonderful parents-in-law, sister-in-law, and stepkids. They have all accepted me as their very own. I feel the warmth of their love, their friendship, and endless caring. I'm truly blessed.

4. I'm very thankful for my one and only son. Didin, mahal na mahal kita, anak. Be good always. I'm so happy to see you progressing in your studies. Study harder. Thank you for being you, and I'm so happy with what you are doing (working and studying at the same time).

5. Thank you for a wonderful husband who is also my best friend, lover, confidant, ally, and partner in crime (not that kind of crime!). Our communication is the best thing in our relationship. We laugh together, everyday, and it's the most wonderful thing in the world. I'm thankful for always having that feeling when we just couldn't wait to see each other, to share stories about our day, and to just simply wrap our arms around each other at the end of the day. Not to mention our non-stop texting and emailing daily, too. Thank you, Shaggy, for the honesty, the trust, the friendship, and the endless caring love that you give me.

6. Last but not the least, I'm thankful for the Big Guy Above. I know He watches over me. Everything that happened in my life happened for a reason. I am who I am right now because of all those incidents. I don't regret a single thing. It is what it is, and I'm walking forward with my head up high, praising Him and thanking Him for giving me everybody who loves me in my life.

The best part of our Turkey Day was the surprise birthday gifts and candled pumpkin cheesecake as birthday cake. Yum!



How about you, what was your Thanksgiving list?


Friday, November 29, 2013

The Month of November


My blog site appears to be under an unwanted hiatus. I've been under my cough medication since Halloween (well, first was syrup, then gels... now, hot tea with lemon and inhaler... sigh). I'd blame the change of weather. Being tropical, Fall's cold and rain don't do me good. My medication makes me loopy and sleepy, disabling me to do my normal routines. My snail mail letters have piled up as well, and I've been trying to get caught up with them. That's in between of adding words on my manuscript, too. I'm not whining, just retelling what it's been like the first half of November.

The great thing about it all is having a loving husband. He takes care of me when I'm sick. Don't get me wrong, I do take care of him, too, in lots of ways. We take care of each other. That's what's important. We can't get enough of each other's company all the time. He has doubled his presence with me this month! More cuddles, more snuggles, more snizzles, and shizzles... Use your imagination. *laughs*

This month, is my birthday month. My husband spoiled me too much. He took me to different new places (it's not like we don't normally go to different new places on a regular day already...the whole month of November was filled up with small adventures!).

The first one was Chop Bar in Oakland, CA. We had brunch there on the 15th, and I found my favorite drink: Bacon Bloody Mary! You all know how I love red. It's the perfect drink! It had a great spicy kick with added crunchy bacon goodness. Perfect birthday drink!



He also took me to a romantic French restaurant in Fremont, CA on the 14th. Papillon served us great food: Bordeaux, Escargot, French Onion Soup, Filet Mignon, and Chocolat Au Ganache. I got a free dessert! C'est si bon!



He also brought me and my stepkids to a Sushi Buffet dinner on the 15th. I love sushi, crabs, shrimp...seafood galore! The restaurant played the birthday song and everybody, including other customers, sang the song to me. The server had a plate of dessert with candle and placed it on our table. He then started playing a gong along with the birthday song being played by the house sound system. I was embarrassed, but I couldn't stop laughing at the gong sound. It reminded me of a singing contest where a contestant gets eliminated with a gong. I had fun.



On top of that, he gave me a brand new Coach crossbody bag. I felt spoiled. Now, I have to really plan something big for his birthday next year. *winks* Oh hey, any suggestions?

Two of my co-workers also celebrated their birthdays this month. So, aside from them buying me lunch on the 14th, we had two other separate lunch escapades: one on the 20th and one on the 22nd. Too much food! I've been diligently walking or running up and down the stairs to burn off the calories. But, we all know the holidays are coming. More scrumptious food! It's a job for the eliptical machines after that. Maybe, I'd hit the dirt track or the lake trail. *grins* Meh, burpees at home will do, too.

By the way, my cough is actually getting better after all those Bloody Marys. *giggles* So, what have you been up to lately?


Thursday, October 17, 2013

Filipino Breakfast


This past weekend, I thought of blogging about breakfast, specifically the Filipino breakfast, because a lot of my penfriends are asking what Filipino food is all about. I'd start by saying that it is very different from the all-American breakfast most of my friends know, and I thought of sharing what Filipinos normally have at the breakfast table.

Typical American Breakfast - Bacon, Eggs, Country Potatoes


First, let me tell you what the all-American breakfast is, based from my dining experiences here in California (remember, this is not an official statistics). If you want an all-American breakfast, you'd get the standard eggs, meat (it can be bacon, sausage, ham, steak or combinations), hash browns or country potatoes, and an added option of cheese, perhaps. You'd also get sides of biscuits or toast, even a cup of fruit or veggies if you don't want the bread and jam tandem. These can be served separately as is or as an omelet. Others order pancakes on the side. At least, that's my observation. Maybe, you could contribute if I'm missing something. (Note that I didn't add the Mexican-fusion burrito breakfast and salsa.)

Typical Filipino Breakfast - Bangsilog (Milk Fish, Fried Rice, Fried Eggs)


Tapsilog (Cured Beef, Fried Rice, Fried Egg) with sides of Spam and Bacon


The Filipino breakfast is definitely different from that. We Filipinos always have rice with our meal—morning, noon and night. Sometimes, desserts have rice as well, but that's another topic. Rice can be steamed or fried with other goodies (like scrambled eggs and veggies). Our choice of breakfast meat is diverse. It can be pork, beef, chicken, fish or combinations—spam and hotdogs are also considered. We love various stuff on our plates, and we love dipping sauces or gravy to pour on our rice and/or meat. This is why we normally have pickled relishes or Atchara, and we also have our famous Tapsilog (cured beef, fried rice and fried egg) dipping sauce which is vinegar, soy sauce, salt and pepper with garlic. At least, that's what my sauce mix is composed of. Others have the standard vinegar only, straight from the bottle (some have spicy chili in them, too).

Jefroxilog (Crispy Fried Sole Fish, Fried Rice, Fried Eggs)


Yes, we eat fish for breakfast. It can be canned sardines, smoked fish (Tinapa), or dried fish (Tuyo). Philippines is surrounded by water, and a lot of our hard-working folks support themselves through fishing. We hardly have cows on land, except for our friendly Philippine Carabao's helping farmers to plant more rice. So, for those wondering why your co-workers are heating up fish-smelling breakfast containers in your office, well, it's what we eat in the morning. I love spicy sardines and rice!

I grew up with the Filipino breakfast. In fact, I grew up with the Filipino meals, and that means having rice in every meal. When I arrived here more than a decade ago, I've learned not to have rice in my meals. It feels like something is lacking. Once in a while, I enjoy my steamed rice at home, but I've learned how to eat oatmeal, toast, and cereal. I consider Filipino Breakfast as a special kind of morning meal nowadays. Unlike when I was a little girl, eggs-toast-pancakes were the special meal. It's now reversed.

So, what's the best breakfast? Who knows? I eat whatever is available. I choose protein over carbohydrates, though. That means Steak and Eggs than French Toast, or Meaty Omelet than Pancakes. But, if I go to a Filipino restaurant in the morning, Tapsilog please!

How about you, what's your breakfast?


Friday, October 11, 2013

Who are the people in your neighborhood?




Last weekend, a question from a famous childhood kid's TV program became the topic in front of my house. I mentioned, “in front of my house,” because my family and I had a conversation with one of our neighbors right in front of our yard located in front of the house. I'm over-explaining things nowadays. **smiles**

Who are the people in your neighborhood? Do you know? Are you aware who surrounds you in your little circle where you live, where your kids play, and where you feel safe?

My husband and I discussed a recently disturbing news about Amanda Berry and other two kidnapped girls. Their kidnapper was a quiet man in a neighborhood that could be anybody's. Just like yours and mine, our neighborhood. Do you pay attention to who your neighbors are? They might be quiet, but are they really?

I'm not saying that one should pry inside their neighbor's house and check whether they're doing something illegal. Who knows? But, don't we want to know who is doing something illegal in the neighborhood where our kids are? I surely wouldn't want my kids outside with those.

In your neighborhood, here are things that you might want to observe and perhaps practice:

Keeping people against their will is illegal in human rights kind of way. It's not easy to spot if one of your neighbors are exercising it. I'm not saying that you should be prying inside your neighbor's house. We are in a hi-tech era. Consider investing in surveillance cameras outside your house. You are adding security to yours as well as being able to provide possible help for others when needed.

Our neighborhood is zoned out as residential zones. There are areas where they are zoned to be industrial or business zones. If someone is doing business activity inside their house, that is already illegal by zoning law. However, if someone has a hair salon compared to someone doing illegal trade inside their house, you might want to differentiate which trade is bad for your neighborhood instead. You don't want criminals coming and going in your neighborhood buying illegal stuff or doing illegal activities. Hosting a business party at home (example: Tupperware, Party Lite, Avon, etc.) is also different. Business-minded people aren't bad for your neighborhood. They generate decent and legal income compared to selling contraband or doing illegal services. I don't need to write down in detail what those are. You should know what's right and wrong.

Business permits are needed and advertised out in the open, instead of discreet, weird, verbal ads. Unless one is telecommuting or working from home while legally employed, work is normally done away from home. When one works from home, give them the benefit of the doubt, but not total judgment. Don't get me wrong, I know a lot of good friends who work from home, and some mothers, Accountants or Tax Preparers, Notary Public are good examples. In your neighborhood, however, once you really give a good observation to some, you'll discover a few weird ones.

So, at this point, I'd ask again, who are the people in your neighborhood? Do you really know?



Thursday, September 19, 2013

Life in Judgment


In several recent days, some random friends of mine have discussed with me the following issues:

From Ms. One: People think I don't have a life because I always go to my boyfriend's events, like they think my life is my boyfriend's sport events. Why can't I like sports? They don't know I love watching sports because I want to write a sports column. They judge me so easily.

Mrs. Two: My husband's friends think that I have no life of my own because I'm always present where my husband is. Every party, every occasion, I'm with my husband. They think I have no friends of my own or my own group to go party with. But, I socialize because I have a bakery business to promote. I get orders all the time. They think I'm guarding my husband.

Miss Three: My parents think I need to find something I really like to do, as if I don't do anything at all. They push me out of the house, and they want me to do sports. But, they don't see who I really am. I love to cross-stitch and do crafts. Why can't they see that?

The question is, why do people think that about other people? Just because someone hangs out often with another doesn't mean that particular someone has no life of his/her own. How about you, what makes you different from the person you always hang out with? What's the reason you even hang out with that person? Everybody has different intentions in this world, but the intent to question someone else's individuality shouldn't be one of them. Why can't they just be there?

I'll write about "me," for example. I organize events and gather different friends together to have fun. I don't call it a life, but I call it exploration. Not just of my own self, but it is an exploration of almost everything around me, about me, about others. I discover a lot of things I love and enjoy: meeting new friends, socializing, going to different places, exploring different dishes, photography, and writing all about it. Everyday is an opportunity to learn and discover new things. At least, that's how I see it.

When it comes to my husband, he brought back music to my life. I studied piano and church organ when I was a little girl, up to my teen years. Reading music is not new to me, and when I decided to learn the saxophone, my husband guided me to it. If I go with him to his events, it doesn't mean I always ride along with his kind of life. Music has been a part of my life, and I'm discovering a new way of experiencing it for myself. I've also been in band gigs back home as a vocalist. So, my husband's baritone sax band gigs brought me back to the past. I love watching live music anyways, so we were a match--him performing and me a part of the audience.

The big thing other people don't see is my love for photography and writing. I won't call myself a professional photographer. I won't even consider myself good at photography, but I do try to learn slowly and discover something magical through my camera. See, that's a part of my life. Going to events help me execute that part of my life.

After the events I go to, I write about it. I studied Journalism and Writing for Mass Media in college. I practice my writing by scribbling different stuff on my journals. So, going to my husband's gigs helps me be me. I may not post everything that I write, but it doesn't mean I don't have anything better to do. Just like my friends who get questioned. Why would they let the whole world know? I mean, why would they explain themselves for being around, for hanging out when others think they shouldn't be? Why do people think someone doesn't belong?

That should be an example. Maybe those do-not-belong-here-individuals are practicing their social skills, joke-telling, or cooking (by sharing dishes to parties). Who knows, right? Each individual has a purpose and has a reason for being around, for hanging out. That's life itself. UNLESS, you are doing something illegal or a crime. I'm not judging those of you who do, by the way. I want you to realize what you are doing. See, that's a whole different flow of thought. But then, who really knows what's right and wrong, correct? Think again. There are rules in this world, especially in this country, for example. Doing something against the rules is just wrong. Period. I digress. That's an entirely different ball game (or topic).



Anyways, I'm writing this blog for my friends who are questioned by others, judged for doing what's right, and looked down upon because of not knowing why. Keep doing the good things that you are doing by being you, by enjoying what you do, without breaking rules (I guess that depends on what rule, hahaha), and by laughing out loud. Your happiness is the meaning of life.

Date Night: Lu'au


This past weekend, I treated my husband to a Dinner Show. It's Hui 'Ilima's 54th Annual Lu'au (All-You-Can-Eat Hawaiian Sit-Down Dinner and Hawaiian Dance Show). It's one of my favorite events.



It was held at the familiar grounds of IFES Portuguese Hall in Mountain View. A long line of patrons greeted us when we arrived, and we had to walk through clusters of people to get at the very end. The familiar booths of Hawaiian souvenirs sat around the side of the building. They were colorful and cute. My husband bought me a new purple hair clip to match the purple muumuu I was wearing. Of course, I matched with my husband's purple shirt, too, which was a practiced tradition of ours.

The doors opened up and everybody slowly stepped inside the big hall. There were around 300 attendees. I wasn't sure, there maybe more than that. The hall almost filled up, just like the previous years. Every long table was occupied with colorful Hawaiian-garbed attendee. It was a fun sight. We met new friends from our table, too. Some of them experienced the event only this year, while others attended for years.

After we got comfortable at our table, the event servers started giving out the yellow Styrofoam food trays full of goodies. They separated the dishes with Styrofoam cups. It's easier to clean and gather. We had Baked Fish, Haupia, Sweet Bread, Sweet Potato and Pineapples for appetizers. The dinner consisted of the Kahlua Pork, Lomi-Lomi Salmon, Chicken Long Rice Soup, Poi and Steamed White Rice. Fruit Punch, Coffee, and Water for drinks. They did have alcohol for extra purchase at a bar located inside one of the rooms of the hall, but we didn't avail of it.



The food was great. (It has always been great every time I've attended--except for Poi. I'm not a fan of Poi--a taro paste or pudding of some sort. Well, don't get me wrong. Maybe others like it, but not me.) We were the ones who gave up. We said no to the servers. We just couldn't handle all of the offered helpings. **laughs** After dinner, raffle tickets were called, and there were different prizes. After that, the dance show started.

They had a new group of dancers this year from Kawailehua Hula Ohana. I love watching the exotic dances, especially the Tahitian dance. It reminded me of my little girl days when I donned a grass skirt on and danced Tahitian. (Shaking your booty to the Tahitian drum beat is a great exercise, you know. **giggles**) The male dancers were quite popular that night. Hmm, I wonder why. **laughs**





Overall, it was a great date night with my husband. I may be too late to ask, but how did you spend your weekend?


Friday, August 9, 2013

First Of Many More To Come




My husband and I are on vacation mode this whole week. It's our first wedding anniversary and we have decided to get away from the busy Bay Area of California. We have landed on a different Bay Area here in the East Coast.

We have been spending our time reminiscing how we met, walking along the beach, hand in hand, enjoying the breeze of the Atlantic. We have explored different and unknown places, exotic food, and interesting acquaintances. It was quite a journey, a roller coaster, including weird characters both helpful and evil. Wait, that sounds like a book. *laughs* Well, life can be like a book. It has settings, protagonists, plots, and antagonists. Not to forget climax. Multiple climax. *grins* The power lies on the goodness of one's heart and purpose.

No, seriously. Our whole relationship includes weird parts like that, but we came out victorious, triumphant, and very happy. That's what's important, and we keep it that way all the time. Being the best of friends, with high respect for each other, no matter what obstacles come across our way, we are very solid for each other. In the past, one villain has predicted we'd never make it, but here we are... very much in-love, holding on to each other. Don't ask me what happened with the villain. That villain remained a loser. We moved on.

Have you ever been challenged when it comes to your relationships? It feels like it takes forever to be solved, but at the end of the dark tunnel, everything comes out clear, especially if you are on the right path, doing the correct things in life. Good things happen to those who do good. At least, that's what I believe in. Not Zodiac Sign predictions. *laughs*

To my wonderful husband who never stops spoiling me... I love you... I love you, Shaggy, very much... Here's to the next adventurous years to come...



Thursday, July 11, 2013

What's wrong with me?


After the A to Z Blog Challenge, I totally disappeared from the blogosphere. Not that I was kidnapped or something. It's also not about me quitting writing. It's about my kind of reading.

My writing has a big similarity with my reading style. I read multiple books at the same time. Well, not literally at the very same time, that is. I mean, I'd start reading one book. When I get to a part where it's boring, I'd start reading another book. The process repeats itself naturally.

My writing is quite the same. When I don't want to blog, nor write an article for online publication, I'd write snail mail letters or write in my private journal. I still write everyday, though. They're just not open for everybody to see. Now, that's a bit of a mystery. I love mysteries.

Wait, I'm sounding like I have attention deficit disorder. I'm still talking about writing. That's what I'm actually doing. Let's just go to the actual content of this blog before I go blabbering about something else.

Recently, I discovered that I have OCD. It's not the ever-popular washing of hands or cleaning every corner of the house. (Trust me, I don't clean every minute. I don't clean, period. Well, if needed.)

My OCD is connected with lines and my feet. If I see lines—crooked, straight, curved, bent, and circular—I just won't step on it. Now, see here, I'm not always looking at my feet. This only happens when I can see the ground I'm walking on. It's automatic.

If there's a crack on the pavement, I'd skip over it. If there are lines that separate the floor tiles, I'd try to not step on it. If there's a trace of whatever substance on the surface of the floor, it creates lines. I'd avoid it. I'd just step on solid surface. Solid blocks.

Remember, this happens only if I'm looking on the ground I'm walking on. If I'm looking straight ahead, I don't really care what happens down below, especially if I'm carrying bags or books. I don't look down when I'm in a hurry, too.

I discovered this at work. We have different floor surfaces—carpeted, tiled, linoleum, wood. Carpets are easy. I just glide through them. However, one time there was a dried up spill on one of our office areas, I still avoided stepping on it. It was already dried up. People were walking on it. For the other flooring, I'd avoid the obvious.

What's wrong with me? Oh I'm sure there's nothing wrong with me. Right? Maybe, I just didn't like the part of Superman The Movie where Lois Lane's car got swallowed by the road. Who knows, really? Still, it bugs me.

I'm a bug. I love bugs. Well, ladybugs.

Darn, I have ADD and OCD.

Squirrel!