Dear Diary,
Good thing I found you today underneath the bed that is full of termite. Yeah, I need to remind myself to put that thing under the scorching sun and have the solar power kill the tiny beast or beasts.
I know, keeping a diary at my age is not recommendable and all but hey life begins at 40 and now that the husband finally want to have annullment, I kinda need an outlet of sorts. So, at 40--recently divorced (or annulled as per legal terminology here in this dead-end third world country), no kids and no job.. it's actually a good thing that I cleaned the house and declutter of some sort. Very therapeutic, the smell of cleanser and writing all these down..
So, anyway life, I will be using you more these days since all of my friends have a their sort of own family and lives and jobs and kids to keep busy with. Since I already quit smoking, graduated with alcohol and scared of weeds. I will use you as a vice of some sort. Is that the Grab calling?
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Yes. it was. The Grab guy was in such a hurry that he almost pushed the food to me. I was in the verge of becoming angry but I sorta heard him say he needs his kids hospitalized. I ask to repeat what he said but he looked at me dumbfounded.
Well, maybe that's me and the prozac speaking, I let it go.
Gotta do the laundry. Oh I hate the housekeeper. So lazy. Ugh.
Dairy reminds us of what are we in our past. And remembering those memories. 💞