Little tidbits about my life and the person that I am:
In grade 1, my teacher made me join a spelling contest because I was the best English speller in our class. I won 2nd prize; I misspelled the word “brown.” My prize was a box of yummy orange jellies. I came to like the taste and have occasionally been jonesing for such sweets.
I used to be a hypochondriac, especially in my teenage years.
I could only pledge loving somebody to the moon and back when I learn they share my compassion for animals.
I’m tired of feelings. What I really want is new earrings.
A gay male friend and one of my bosses told me on separate occasions that I am “perfect.” My response: “No, I’m not. But when the moon is full… (joke) No, I’m not perfect at all. Maybe in next life though…
My (pathetic) attempts to pen romance poetry comes to a halt when I’m no longer inspired.
I suck at relationships. They’re hard work and I’m lazy at nurturing them.
I guess I’m such a loner having just a few people who at least care is already fine by me.
My female bff had described me as daring. Yes I understand. You see, I’m bionic.
Most often, I intentionally leave my cellphone at home whenever I go out
It’s only in my forties that I discovered I dislike french fries, ironing, and cheese.
I got straight A’s at all my Law classes in college. I should have majored in that subject instead of having struggled for an Accounting degree.
I’m celebrating a most special day today. Hence this post. So glad to be alive and still have my faculties and good health. I’m thankful. I am not religious but if there is a God, my gratitude goes to him.
I remember my father. I love him so much.