many times my patience has been put to test. there was not a single instance where i did not end up yielding to my persistent critics. this "habit" of mine became so infectious, that i had to make arrangements with Hades: if i make one more mature remark about how we should treat our enemies, he can push me into the abyss without any warning and leave me for dead.
marge told me once that it's perfectly ok to fight back and mark your territory when you think it's being hounded by species of the most intrusive kind. so i went out of my comfort zone and made someone's life hell. it felt great.
i never liked pineapples. the very few times i tried eating small pineapple chunks were like torture. if FB has super pokin' for an application, i'd probably have super chokin' as a main feature to spice up my very own version of the pineapple-game application--you choke everytime you swallow, and you lose 5 points each time you squint at the slightest hint of its bittersweet taste on the tip of your tongue. but my mom--the most influential person in my life as of the moment--in all her merciless glory, took to great lengths her pineapple advocacy by including my yellow friends in my diet. she pretty much twisted my arm into believing lucy torres' dialogue in that del monte commercial on tv: "it's like giving your body an inner shower!"
i could have defended myself by reiterating that lucy meant the "juice" and not the fruit itself, but it would just be like one of pacquiao's fights where i would end up nursing a bruised ego for losing after only a few rounds. so much for my booming career...show me the moolah!
sneakers and flip-flops were part of my wardrobe staples for years. however worn-out they were at that time and despite the tomboyish and unglamorous appeal they gave my aura. besides, i never felt the least bit awkard biting my nails while i'm wearing jeans and polo shirt (hehe). leah (javier) came into my life and made a complete mess of my style--thank god! she's so into wearing high-heels and skinny jeans, she would've passed as a model (being sticks and bones) herself. that girl is a walking golden hanger (literally and figuratively).
so i traded my sneakers in for sandals and ballet flats (give me a break! i love my feet to death).
you see, with the kind of people roaming in and out of my life, i can be a whole new different person each day!
i love it! :)
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