parallel universe

I am at the mall again, as you may guess. My daughter is with me because our maid is kaput. She has run off, I think, with someone's family driver. My daughter is in a corner, busy with her crayons. I had to buy those crayons so she won't bother me while I'm busy typing my stuff.

A few minutes ago we were at Jollibee, eating Chickenjoy. Incidentally, someone texted me to ask if the chickens were indeed happy when they were killed, kasi nga, bakit chickenJOY ang tawag?

My daughter and I are in an sweet and sour mode. She said things to me like, "I don't like you, go find a cab and get in!" and "I hope Dr. Mansukhani kidnaps you." All in our local dialect, of course. The latter sentence translates to "Kunin ka na ng Bumbay!" I was doing the laundry, again, kasi and she was bugging and bugging me so I incarcerated her inside our room with the Barney VCD on. When I entered the room again, she said those hurting words. Later she would hug me and say, "Mama, Jollibee tayo." To which I responded with eargerness because it meant I could pass by the net cafe.

Do you know what my husband's stupid dog did to my freshly laundered underwear? He ate it. My God, we've been spending thousands for dogfood and all he wants to eat is my underwear. Of all the gory things in the world.

While I'm here, typing away, I wonder obout the other folks out there who are working. I may be having fun now but I am not getting anywhere with all my whining. It can't buy me chocolate, it can't buy me a ticket to somewhere. As it is, my daughter is getting bored. She has taken to chewing on her crayons. And I don't want to spend thousands again just to purge her in the ER so I think I have to go now.

I will try to get my brains in order so I can write about less mundane things such as the dog eating my private stuff.

Take care, wherever you are.