WHAT A SMALL WORLD!

Of all places, the ex and the y of Mr Z bumped into each other by the small kiosk in the park--Gaston Park! Both maintained a civil aura as if both had taken a light meal, a vegetarian course, and an anti-stress pill! Whatta small world!
       Facebook is another contributory force of this Small World affairs: You comment about the smiles and the rivets, suddenly, your attention is going to the faces on top and you click and bingo! your kindergarten crush, who is-- right now--a daddy with a tummy! and WHAT A SMALL WORLD!
       Yesterday, I was asking Amorsiko and Emanchelo to go somewhere: away from the malls, mall's benches, mall's benches' smell and other airconditioned spaces! So, we went to Harbor Lights (Irish and Emmanuel, it is with S at the end, OK?). The skies were gloomy but not rain-gloomy! Happy, we were! Mind you, we didn't do the Sun Dance. The place was quiet---for the soul! For a Saturday. I mean, Saturdays are usually big, wild, and strident but when we were there, I was amazed by the silence! The pool enticed the kid of my friend to plunge like a blue whale but the mom gently told the kid about fungal growth and I told him about big rashes and I took off my shirt and said, "Wh--what?Fungal growth?!! Ohshoot!!!" and I put back my shirt. Very effective for the feisty kids! because Amorsiko's boy dropped the subject and played his gadget-games!
       The Small World part is this: Emanchelo, our friend, saw a city councilor. They chatted. We proceeded to the door, going to the garden. It all made sense: The father's son's wife ( in simple terms, please--- the city councilor's wife's brother (I like apostrophe stories! like the neighbor's friend's father-in-law's child is the...anyway, go back to the show!) is the groom of my niece's husband's sister!
     Good luck for the analysis and here's my orange with-cover soap dish for the right answer.
 

LICENSE PLATE NUMBER OF THE DAY

KFJ. I was going to the nearby mall with my item bag (contents are a mango branch, fishing rod, an icebox---I AM JUST KIDDING!)  and my eyes spotted this license plate: Kangaroo Foxtrot Jack (Is this the right code?). Anyway, my thoughts for KFJ were:

1. Karma Finishes Jealousy
2. Kitchen Faucet Jamming
3. Killers For Jail
4. Kathmandu Flips Journeymen
5. Katy Perry Firework Jolly!
6. Kentucky Fried Jhiken ( Gaia, Justine, and Maritess, yes, this is an example of pun!)
7. Kerygma Favors Jesus
8. Kleenex Fifty Japanese yen

one coconut husk and a basin

I am not what you call vain. rinse and no more---of smoothening, whitening, hardening, extra-loading, frenchifying, asianifying. flip and flop. That is it. nothing spectacular. 

     But one day, I gave in to (this is open to your wild imagination, this space here!)...to foot spa ! Now, I am vain, but before you pass judgment and that foot towel, allow me to tell my story. Well, there were students who belong to Beauty Care class (What, specialization, right?). Namely, Miss So, Miss Bobbi, and Miss Che Guevarra (her full name reminded me of that hero, that is coming from Argentina!) and they needed some "foot spa" addicts slash customers for their First Day!

       Che saw the old one-gallon white paint container (another counter on my mind is: can as in paint can. Think: trash can!) because Jackie and I asked where would she place her bum for the whole "Let's be VAIN" procedure and perhaps, Che had this eye for multi-functionality and would therefore, on her mind, she thought of  paint can as sitting fixture. Thus, the deciding plan.

       I removed my Converse shoes ("the ones with rough edges on the ankle part" model) and my short socks. Folded my jeans up to the shin. Picked my newspaper and read the film review of Wall Street 2 .

       That was my first time. So, expect, a lot of laughter from the rubbing and the brushing of their things on my feet. 

       Che made some blunders like she put back my "callus" or tyloma-free left foot back to the waters with Foot Soak mix and her classmates laughed so hard. Che was just shaking her whole face thus creating a tousled hair like a witch after a flight over the Pacific Ocean!

       I did the foot spa in order for the girls to experience their specialization class' practicum. I gained soft feet while they gained confidence, wisdom, and a signature from Miss Kim, their Beauty Care teacher.

blog and its cast

Before I mind the cooking life of my two tiny potatoes downstairs ( to the fussy imaginatives, don't give your one star yet, of course, I haven't forgotten my mayonnaise! ), here I am: giving some lines for my blog.
      My mortal enemy--I mean--my great friend, Amyapolis La Buena (In grammar, is this what you call an appostive? Yes, Garfield, Miu-miu, and Tansan, an appositive with a subject!), has encouraged me ("tequila" moments or "no-tequila" moments) to make a blog, like, we were talking about a particular thing and boom! Koi, you should make your own BLOG! and I was,like, happy and feeling empowered--because of its creativity part, as if you are building Rome again; or wiping out the next lot (with majestic mango trees and seen-better-days automobile showroom) for my next branch of shopping mall!
       Welcome to my blog! Amy, this is it! Thanks big for the big encouragement (no appositive, please!) and...ohshoot! what about my potatoes downstairs?