What is with the title of this blog anyway? Things I Remember, Things I Forget . . . Sounds like a prelude to early Alzheimer’s or dementia. 

He-he.

Why must we eat? Having tummy problems lately, everything looks and tastes unpalatable. Recently I can’t seem to eat my own cooking at all altho. P said it tastes fine (P thinks everything I cook is delish. Do not all husbands, really?). But everything tastes like ashes, ashes in my mouth.

Static Man

As usual P and I are late in jumping on the bandwagon of the hottest and latest. We just recently discovered “Heroes” (and “Gossip Girl”) the cable TV series, which is actually on season four already (i.e., “Heroes”), via my sister’s boxed set and we’ve been very intrigued to say the least and staying in a lot to finish season one and also avoid the mad last-minute Christmas rush in the streets and malls.  

One day, while caught in traffic, I touched P’s arm and yelled, “Ow!”

P: What?

Me: (Annoyed) Ang lakas ng static mo!

P: Hmm . . . that can be my power.

Me: What? You’re Static Man?! (LOL!)

P: (Mocking) Buti na may power, kesa wala (while looking slyly in my direction).

Me: Sus! Okay lang walang power, kesa naman Static Man!

(A few minutes passed and P spoke again . . .)

P: Malakas  ba yung static (energy) ko?

Me: Medyo.

P: (Pleased) Lalakas pa iyon later. I just need to learn how to control it.

Me: Bwahaha! Sus! Static nga e. Di na lalakas yan. At most you’ll probably just annoy people. (LOL!)

P: (Deflated) Ang yabang nitong normal person na ito. 

Wuss

P said one day: “Toto and his wife also play Wii together.”

Me: Talaga?

P: Madaya daw misis n’ya, nanunulak.

Me: Did you tell him that I beat you every time? Even at boxing? 

P: Hell, no. Sabi ko madaya ka din.

Me: You lie.