The Purple Haze

Purple is NOT my favorite color; orange is. I cannot remember the first time I heard someone call me by my “first-ever” nickname (yes, some people called me purple haze way way back). It did not really stick with me, probably because it doesn’t sound at all like moi. Honestly, I’m more neon green than purple. How I brought myself to use it again, this time in the blogging world, has little to do with the band, something to do with our sorority color, and a lot to do with my imagination.

To get my point across better, I searched for images in the internet that allude to The Purple Haze. It’s fun – usually Purple Haze stood for bar drinks and alcoholic concoctions (tee hee)! And that has absolutely NOTHING to do with my cocktail preferences, mind you ;p

True to my bookwormish nature, TPH is also a book. This one is on radio culture and music circa 1960s.

Looks yummy, huh? I don’t think it’s edible though, even if it IS a bubble bar from lush called… Purple Haze. Hahaha!

This cutesy little candle is also called Purple Haze. I’m not sure if that’s wax or gel used as a wick. Still, it’s interesting to look at.

Now this is what I was talking about – the Purple Haze Martini. It looks real svelte and soothing! The drink will warm you up even if you just stare at it for a whole minute. This is how drinks should be – oozing with the X-factor!

Finally, the picture that rocked me was this. I’m not sure what people were burning here to cause such smoke, but it looked really nice (especially with the woodsy effect). Kind of coincidental to my header. Hihi. Though I’m not so big on the fact that someone actually burned something (poor atmosphere… poor mother earth).

Oh, the things I do with my office time!