orangeness.

I found that it is harder to talk about him nowadays. Probably because I don’t want to remember anymore. Or maybe because I don’t have anything new to add, now that I’m not his life.

I’m still trying to decide if that is a good or a bad thing.

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So stuffed from Lon’s pizza treat. Jugno’s monster pizza is not so monstrous for the PM shift teachers. Now I know what PM stands for: PIZZA MONSTERS. Or since we would undoubtedly attack any food set before us, it should be: Pud Monsters. Yeah, i know. *Hits self with a frying pan repeatedly a la Dobby*

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Have I mentioned that I have orange hair?

Nice people call it red, and it’s supposed to be red, but it is actually more orange. Sweet sweet Sasha says that it’s “rust-colored”. Or “titian”, as Master-Multitasker Claire concluded. It’s a birthday gift from my genius sister who dyed my hair. She dyed hers too, though hers is really red. As in Emo-red, while mine is “tangerine blonde”.  I look like a new mutant from X-men: Lion-girl.

Still don’t know if I love it or I hate it. Tis a change, and suddenly blues and greens don’t suit me, lest I look like a citrus fruit. Or more apt, a citrus tree. But I like that it’s different, I like that I am surprised to see myself with orange hair. Now, if only I could dye my eyebrows orange too, maybe I won’t look like I skidded face-first into a puddle of orange/tangerine/titian/rust-colored paint.

(When Nikko saw his sisters’ colored hair, we cannot help but hear him muttering to himself: “Takte, ang jologs ng mga kapatid ko.” Haha.)

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Decisions are life-changing. Everybody has to choose. Everybody has to change.  Even if they are forced. Everybody must have an opinion. Even if they are stupid ones. Because if you don’t you might as well be a — a– a slice of pizza. It won’t be long before you are devoured.  

Yes, everyone is entitled to their own opinion. So how do you draw the line between an opinion and a judgment? How do you determine stereotyping and viewpoints? How can you tell if a decision is good or bad? How can you differentiate advice from nagging? Would it still be your call if the decision does not even concern you?

When is it permissible to tell somebody how to run their lives?

 You look like a tangerine! 

 -Joel, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind (2004)

~ by denice on 10 November, 2006.