
from a frustrated Martha Stewart wannabe who's in love with just about anything purty

Haha.
Everyone's a masochist to a certain degree.

*(1) Golf the next day. He couldn't even sleep due to his excitement. And it's not like he just started to play the sport. He's been a golfer for more than a decade.
(2) Spicy food. Proven by Kocco's Hot Tuna Bread.
(3) Hunger.
Because of the traffic, my ahya had to look for a different route so we could go home in time for dinner. My dihya suggested that he take a shortcut dad had taught him a few weeks ago.
Remembering that my dihya was skeptical of his shortcut before, dad goes: Ooohhhh!! Iyan yung tinuro ko sa iyo dati. Sabi mo hindi OK yung turo ko tapos ngayon tinuturo mo na kay Ahya. Tama ako noh? OK yung daan ko. Aminin mo. Tama yung tinuro ko. Aminin! Uuyyy aminiiiiin!!! (then putting on a girly voice) AMIIIINIIIIIII--- (he cuts himself off, distracted by the car shop named Mother's we just passed by).
2 seconds after,
Daddy, singing a John Lennon song, feel na feel: "MOOOTHERRRRR...."
Someone give this guy a sedative. HAHAHA.

From PostSecret.
-----Email Message-----
Sent: Sunday, November 09, 2008 8:58 AM
Subject: So sorry for your loss.
I don't know if we have read your beloved's obituary, but my husband and I read your secret -- one of our favorite things is to read PostSecret on Sunday morning when we're still bleary-eyed and in need of coffee, making up stories about the poster's lives -- and he hugged me because it made me cry, and touched the screen saying, "it's really beautiful."
So you just became a part of our story. I wanted to share this with you, because I would be honored to be a part of yours.