Unfazed

Browsing through my previous blog posts, I felt sad yet unsurprised at how I described myself as broken.The days I spent angry and depressed although vivid are things of the past. I then felt relief and joy knowing that I don't hold grudges anymore or even spend time writing about negative things.

Nowadays, I don't even want to stay mad. There are things that irritate me, but I do things  to lessen my irritation. I also do things to keep me happy.

I just don't see the point anymore in wallowing in sadness and anger. Life is too short and unexpected that I don't want to live a day that I'd regret.

Thanks Sis

I was at a bookstore earlier with my sister, having to photocopy a bunch of my ids when my sister who had a nice looking fellow lined up beside her, looked at my passport and blurted:

Baboon: Why does your passport have a letter M on gender?

Moi: Because I had a sex change recently, did you forget?

Baboon: Was this the time you shaved the upper part of your eyebrows and looked weird?

Moi: ....

Away from the bookstore I tell her:

Moi: Why didn't you just blurt out if that time was the time I had a menstrual stain or if it was the same time I forgot to shower and brush my teeth or if it was the time I was still a hobo.

Why Dad likes Talking to Me

Dad: Were you able to give Wylo the Tim Tam chocolates?

Moi: Not yet.

Dad: Why not?

Moi: Because, I offered the Pili nuts first and they have to finish that first. And also because I didn't appreciate the way Wylo asked for it. Kidding.

Dad: You should pity her and Erica, their parents aren't around.

Moi: Take pity? I do. Like when I wanted to watch something else on tv, but I told Erica, 'don't change the channel, even if what you're watching sucks.' Or when I asked Wylo for water, and she did but forgetting to put a pinch of lemon to it, so I so kindly marched back to the kitchen myself to do just that while I looked daggers at her.

Dirty Minds

Today at breakfast we were talking about fingernails when my 8 year old niece shared something about her teacher:

Wylo: My teacher said that he knows someone with long nails in his pinky finger to use for

Me: Eww, is it gross? Don't say it.

Lola: I think I know what you're going to say, you don't have to mention it.

Wylo: To use for pressing the tiny button on his CPU.

Lola and me: Oh....