My Father's Daughter

So I was talking to Tatay about how I thought it was high time that I learned how to drive something else besides Leonardo (my bicycle).

He got all serious, like he always does when people start talking about cars. He told me that we could both save up for it. I often need specifics on monetary issues so I asked him exactly how we were going to split  it up and how much I would be expected to contribute.

"Ah, pag half-half kita."

"Oh, okay."

"Half-half. 20 it akon, 80 it imo."

I am now certain that I am not adopted. I finally know where I got my crazy Math skills from.

I think that social networking websites induce cowardice.

Instead of going out into the world and actually making friends, or putting on your boxing gloves and confronting our enemies in the flesh, we hide behind the comfort of our computer screens, made up names, Photoshop-ed pictures and stupid smiley faces.

For example, I am currently checking how many likes my Facebook status has landed so far, instead of rushing over to the next-door neighbor's house to inform them that, yes, in fact, their little brat's screaming is disturbing my peaceful life, and would they do something about it, or should I be doing the parenting for them.

An intense family meeting had me wondering why I don't practice Roman Catholicism anymore.

Now I have it all figured out.

I do not live for any god.

I live for myself.

And the joys and tribulations following this decision, will be all my own.