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I’m trying to fix my room. And I mean really fix it, like doing a bit of spring cleaning. Except that it’s summer. I have a feeling I’m going to be busy for the following weeks, so this is the only time I have to do this. Problem is, I am a huge pack rat. Wheee. I admit that I have too many things– too many books, clothes, toys, shoes, bags, and the like. I could hold my own garage sale (and I probably will, only on ebay hehehe).
I have a feeling that my brain is wired to the thought “it’s a shame to throw this away!” In college, my friends and I called it the “hoarding reflex.” It runs in the family, and on both sides too. My grandfather was one (may he rest in peace), and so is my father, and my aunt, and my cousin. We are a family of pack rats, and it makes life at home absolutely chaotic. Living with ONE pack rat, as I’m sure my mother knows very well, is more than enough to handle already!
I think I might be the messiest anal-retentive person to walk the planet. I have tons of excuses for my behavior, all of which I can back up with science. Or at least, the things I’ve learned in the academics. And the internet. Best excuse is “I’m right-brained.” My brother and I love using this one, which is true, we are right-brained. Self-proclaimed anyway.
If you’re a right-brainer, use the excuse. People must understand. We’ve got our own way of “organizing” things. When someone “fixes” our things the “normal way,” we get confused. It throws us off. We can never find anything because that someone has “messed everything up.” Of course, saying that will probably just end up annoying the hell out of people, but hey, they have to know.
We’re not lazy, we’re just right-brained.
Have to get back to fixing the room now. The normal way. I hate it.
These past two months, I’ve lost the motivation for blogging. I don’t know why.
I’ve applied to most of the major hospitals in Metro Manila, and I’ve been attending my classes thrice a week. Despite that I’m not really busy. I do want to be, but lately it seems that I have to force myself to GET. A. MOVE ON IT.
I just feel like putting off everything. I am not exaggerating when I say that I feel like sleeping forever! Okay, maybe I am. I just want to keep lying in bed, not doing anything. Preferably for a very long period of time. Ugh.
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Moving onto lighter things, my friend Gelo and I decided to spend some time educating ourselves on the Japanese language with the dictionaries and phrase books in National Bookstore (oh yes, we lead quite an exciting life, hanging out in National Bookstore. Please give us a job now).
One of these books had a title similar to Teach Yourself to Speak Japanese and in my opinion, contained absolutely the funniest phrases ever, considering that it’s not a humor book like Wicked Japanese for the Traveler (which I own a copy of, by the way). I doubt that there would be many situations in which I’d feel compelled to say “whose chickens are those” or “this pencil is very long,” and best of all, “the dog fell from the roof (inu wa yane kara ochimashita).”
Really. The dog fell from the roof. That makes me wonder whether some of the Japanese keep their dogs on the roof, like we do. It’s very common here in the Philippines. Seriously. I’d be in a car on a flyover and I’d look down and see a dog with a leash on a shanty house roof. Sometimes there is a small doghouse too.
Trips to bookstores will always be informative. In one short afternoon we learned that majority of the English dictionaries in National Bookstore didn’t include the word “discombobulate” (actually, none of the dictionaries there did), and that National Bookstore had its own little commercial ditty, and a very dramatic one too. Listen to it on National Bookstore radio in the branch nearest you. Yep, we are Laking National.
