ZEN Bitchin'

My favorite color is blue. I wear a lot of black. Most probably on account that I’m a big guy. I like some shades of green. Gray doesn’t complement my skin tone. I discovered I can get away with orange, a bit of yellow, pink and purple. But not red. My mother, who shopped for my clothes until I was about 18 or so, favored green. But she always dressed me in blue, as all boys must do–in her opinion. My mother would sometimes berate my father because he liked to wear red. So I, as all mama’s boys are wont to do, must have acquired the taste for blue. Black came later. Though it shocked my mother to see me in black, she was still glad I didn’t like red.

Lately, however, I found myself buying a lot of red stuff. Like this red Bally shoes I got from UK (okay, ukay-ukay!).

When I got my first DSLR camera in April, I bought a couple of camera bags for it. One I could carry on quick trips, and another that can house my MacBook as well. Guess what color these Crumplers are. And when I went to Saigon a couple of weeks ago, I planned to buy a replacement for my weekend bag that retired (broke down) on me months ago. And I also got a kikay bag I can bring when I go to the market or some other errand. Guess again what color these bags came in.

Even E.T., which I got from Japan Thrift Shop, is dressed in a red hoodie (as in the movie)!

Mother, if you’re reading this, I swear I didn’t plan this. Lately I seem to be behaving contrary to my usual behavior. I seem to be seeing red. All the time. And it’s rubbing off on some of my choices in things to own. The other day I spotted this really nice shirt at one shop. I tried it and it was a perfect fit. I made a mental note to come back for it. Guess what color it is.

Gawd!