a glimpse on my cranium…

So okay, in the past two days, my lola has been living in our house since the apartment she was renting was going to be demolished (I’m not sure), and since she doesn’t have a place to stay, she is now living with us. Ever since, my lola has been the independent type. Growing old without her husband, she learned how to get by on her own, aided by the fact that her three daughters, including my mom wasn’t close to her (but that’s another story, let’s not divert focus)

To tell you, I silently partially feel irritated-slash-happy to have her in the house. Why, ladies and gentleman, this is a warning, my Lola is an OC. Obsessive-Compulsive. She is the Queen of all OCs. She can give Monica Geller a run for her money when it comes to being an OC-OC. She can’t stand the house or any place she’s in to be dirty. She is like this heroine/Revicon/Cobra energy drink-infused granny who cleans the house 24/7! No kidding!

So in the past two days of living in our house, these are the things she has accomplished (Oh and by the way, when I said 2 days, I mean 2 loooong days on non-stop cleaning, her only rest is eating and sleeping):

1. She has replaced all of the bedsheets in all the beds in the house.

2. She has cleaned every corner of the house.

3. She has re-tiled (ENTIRELY) the floor linoleum!

4. She has scrubbed the kitchen tiles.

5. She had re-designed our dish-cabin.

6. She had segregated everybody’s dirty clothes and keeps on telling: “Dapat hiwa-hiwalay damit nyo dahil iba-iba kayo ng amoy! Kawawa naman labandera nyo!”

7. She has re-piled all the clothes in EVERY SINGLE closet!

8. She has swept every minute dust in every room and I swear I almost saw the floor sparkle! (haha)

9. She had established herself as the granny-robot and orders around the house that we should wash the dishes immediately, but when no one follows her, she does it herself. Haha.

10. And last, and the most shocking: I went home with her Chinese altar characters and Buddha whatevers displayed as you enter the door, so it’s definitely the first thing you see.

I don’t know if she’s trying to get us all converted to Buddhism, but then I thought, she’s not even a Buddhist! She’s not even Chinese for crying out loud. It’s just peer pressure i think, haha, cause majority of her amigas are Chinese so she also succumb to the Chinese altar with all the incense and stuff. I tell you, my lola is one odd momma! Haha.

I really feel glad that there’s someone who’s now taking care of the house especially when nobody in the house have the time because we are all going to school and work and stuff. But sometimes it’s just too much. She blabs about every single thing! It’s sometimes very piss-tempting! I feel like we have this nanny-robot like Richie Rich who does everything. Running circles around the house and redesigning and cleaning and rearranging everything in the house that I sometimes can’t see my stuff (my trash) because I am very comfortable with myself being makalat. That’s just me. I am used to lying in my bed with lumps of clothes and yellowpad and school stuff lagged around the bed. Or my closet very disheveled.

But no, with her around the house, she’s going commando as in ALL THE FREAKIN’ TIME!

And just a while ago, I was sleeping in my parents’ room with the air conditioner going on full blast. And she enters and did the most horrible thing!….she opened the LIGHTS! (Now, now, don’t look at me like that! I am NOT overreacting). It’s just that, it’s a cardinal rule in the house that when I AM SLEEPING, no one could open the lights because that would wake up the sleeping Tai-Chi dragon and Crouching Tiger inside my system instantly. I hate the light pressing in onto my face when I am sleeping because that would totally destroy my sleep regimen and I could not go back to sleep again. So she enters and wakes me up, turns of the air con and arranges the bed while I was sleeping! I mean, GIVE IT A REST! When someone is sleeping, you don’t go in there and change the sheets while that someone is sleeping. Simply unethical. Its like: “Okay lola, I get it, you’re a little OC-OC and you can’t stay calm unless you find yourself making butingting something, but I’m sleeping for Chrissakes!”

So I had no choice but to wake up and just make simangot since I can’t answer back cause after all, she is still my lola. Inire lang nya ang nanay ko na nag-ire naman sakin. I had nothing left to do bbut to scratch my head and irritatingly complain to my Papa: ” Si lola parang naka-drugs! Umalis ako ng bahay naglilinis yan! Pagdating ko naglilinis parin! Gabi na naglilinis parin! Ano yun hobby?” TSSS!

Why is there such a thing as OC?

“Bakit may mga taong hindi mapakali at parang pusang hindi mapa-anak pag hindi nag-iikot sa bahay at maghahanap ng bubutingtingin at lilinisin at aayusin kahit kakaayos lang nya ng lahat ng yon?”

Ha ewan, tanong mo sa lola ko.

OC-OC ‘yon e…

~ by cathnirvana on July 25, 2009.