I saw Speed Racer on the first day. I walked out before finishing the movie. I was not the only one. I like the movie review which refers to the latest Wachowski siblings’ “film” as “Fuchsia vomit.” I thought I should have watched this movie in one of those hideous SM cinemas instead of Greenbelt. I paid 190 pesos only to walk out.

To celebrate mother’s day, I started to learn how to drive. Or should I say relearn how to drive. Back in high school, I could drive. But I almost killed my sisters so I stopped. So, today, after more than a decade of refusing to get a license, I enrolled in a driving school and drove….if your definition of driving is being overtaken by a tricycle, then I drove pretty well.

Years ago, I was drunk. And almost got a tattoo. Thankfully, i was not THAT drunk. So, I don’t have a tattoo. Only a colony of stretch marks. I was still working for the newspaper.  So, I didn’t get a tattoo.  But I dyed my hair dirty gray.  But someday I will get a tattoo. Not today.

So I bought a pencil case. Not because I am having an age-defined crisis but because I needed one. Recently, I have been bleeding my savings for stuff that are taking me away from computer-dependency. I managed to find a stash of quill pens. So, I needed a pencil case. I wanted to splurge on a bad-ass pencil case. I thought perhaps in this day and age there will be more compartments, buttons to press. Instead I was snagged by glitters and fur.