Growing up, unlike my outgoing sister who was accompanied by her Yaya all the time, she got to eat food from outside like fish balls and stuff like that and she got into all sorts of mischief...I, Therese Regina Marie, the firstborn girl was always with my ever doting Mother- I never got into the crazy adventures that my sister got into- that explains why we are soooo different.
I was always told to sit straight, speak English, say excuse me when I burp, say thank you or please, smile, walk with grace, and treat others with respect....I was her little Princess, & much like any Princess, I was kept in the "Castle" (our home) learning the rudimentary basics of etiquette and social graces.
I never ran outside or skinned my knees, heck, I was a total alien when it came to local games or any games for that matter- I always played inside with dolls and stuffed animals OR I read books. I had a nap time before and I used to escape to climb the abandoned boats near our home, Mom didn't like that & well, in those moments I actually felt like a normal kid.....
Is that why I grew up to be so... Abnormal? hahahaha
The Recipe For trishiee
2 parts Beauty
1 part Mystery
Splash of Fascination
Finish off with an olive
from Blogthings
Staring at the tiny parts or pieces of stones / marbles that make up a mosaic doesn't tell you the complete story behind the artist's vision. Stealing one connection right doesn't help you solve the whole puzzle... Knowing one part about a person does not define her entire being....
You think you know, but you have no idea...
They say: A rose can't grow anywhere...Have you ever seen a rose growing on concrete? Imagine something that beautiful growing out of the dull surface of cement, how is that possible?
Someone once told me (I forgot who) that I was a rose growing out of concrete - I live this insanely complicated life (whose life isn't complicated anyway?) and yet I still manage to see the good things in life and others, I still believe that people are more capable of doing good things as opposed to doing something detrimental to society... I suppose you call that optimism, perhaps innocence, or in some cases I will be branded as a wide-eyed ingenue, naive, gullible, stupid?
I was also told that I have a heart made out of marshmallows because I care too much. I care for the child begging in the streets, the woman curled up in the corner with her sleeping child, the man selling bananas under the blazing sun, the blind man singing as cars pass by.... A part of me longs to help them in some little way, and when I share that to people, they scoff and ask me why do I care so much?
Perhaps I was raised that way, to care for others rather than caring more for my own needs. Perhaps it's an inherent gift that I developed somehow or perhaps it's because I was named after a saint that compels me to save the world? hmmm....
In the words, or rather the lyrics of the catchy PussyCat Doll song: When I grow up, I wanna be famous, I wanna be a star, I wanna be in movies... Not quite, I never really entertained that idea as a kid. I was just the reclusive little social retard who didn't have too many friends, who shied away from crowds and was always doodling in her notebook, or had her nose stuck in a book, or who always stared into space dreaming of castles in the sky.
I make no apologies for who I am as a person. This is who I am, a lone wolf, I do not like belonging to a pack, I hunt alone & I like time being alone. I'm not a total hermit Okay? I like mingling with other people, but well, it takes time for me to warm up to them. I mostly connect with individuals, I enjoy my intimate conversations with people who actually have something to say, and by that I mean: not your average hi-hello, or what have you. I like talking to people who do not just ramble on and on about rather trivial things, or idle gossip- I am repelled by people like that. I like people who are guileless, who have no affectations, truth be told, I like talking to people who can exchange witty banter with me and who actually can talk about things that make you go "Whoa that was some deep merde right there..." (pardon the vulgar curse word).
I am not the type of person who keeps a huge circle of friends, because well, I have no use for empty connections, fair weather buddies or people who don't really know who I am.
People assume that they know me- do you? What you see, isn't necessarily what you are getting tsk, tsk...
Yes, I can be quite prim and proper- uhem...refined... Well, what can I say? good manners and all the acting like a lady training of propriety and decorum was drilled into me growing up, it's pretty hard to just break out of that. I assure you I don't have a stick lodged up my rear end (pardon that comment) but yeah....
I'm a little like Bree Van de Kamp or should I say Hodge? of Desperate Housewives. Bree is recognized for her perfectionist attitude and work ethic, which at times borders on neurosis and obsessive compulsion (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bree_Van_de_Kamp).
Yeah, that's me to the very letter haha! but...
I'm a little bit of a Gabrielle Solis as well (wink,wink) - I can be bubbly, sassy, & uhem... naughty when I want to haha
I'm not all peaches and cream, you know. I do have a darker side, and believe me, it's not pretty.
But you don't have to take my word for it........ 
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