You know what? {to my son, future children & other descendants}

I hate it when I finally publish a post and I then read preposterous grammar or nonsensical clauses. Then I'd force myself to edit the post and re-publish. Unless I'm posting from my mobile phone or if I just don't give a rat's ass at the moment.

It's not as if I have 10 avid blog readers. Okay, that was probably an overestimation...let me rephrase that....It's not as if I have 5 avid blog readers. I blog for myself and probably my children. Like some kind of heirloom that I wish to pass on to future generations...until Google will allow it. And then when my descendants reach their late 20s-early 30s, they'll realize, oh they went through the same phase.

So, my dear descendants, I will take this opportune time to tell you that it's a good idea to listen to your mom/aunt/grandmother/grand-relative (whichever may apply) Anna, who went through the same ups & downs of the wheel of life. Cut her some slack. She may be a little out of it right now...or on the path to senescence (which is a nicer, fancy way of saying "or senile"), but hey, she had her sharp thinking moments and her just plain daft moments.

I hope to God that my descendants will describe me as a fantastic cook whose specialty is fusion cuisine and chocolate cake, because right now, I don't even own an oven. But we have an incredible cook named Day (pronounced as "die") who makes the most spectacular mussel burgers, pork sisig & sinigang na baboy/isda/anydamnthing.

Live long and prosper, kids.