Jeff said I looked like Tupperware. I would’ve been deeply insulted if I didn’t find his statement funny but I did find some humour in it as well so the insult only grazed me like paper cut. A superficial trauma that still fucken hurt but you can’t really complain because it’s not exactly something that warrants a 000 call. A police report, maybe, for verbal assault but I didn’t have time for that. I didn’t even have time to change. We were running late in taking Raven to school.

Jeff’s mom came with us today. We’ve been hanging out a lot more lately. Sometimes she cooks dinner. Sometimes I cook or Jeff cooks. Either way, if you notice my neck disappearing like I’m a walking anaesthetic risk, you know why.

Food is every Filipinos’ love language.

Brunch was at Little Sparrow in Fountain Gate. We had filo pastries and coffee with our general chat about the dismal weather this morning, with winds forecasted to be over 100 km/hr later this afternoon.

Raven had asked to make sure to keep Popit safe inside the house while she’s at school. She didn’t want her cat to be blown away.

“I heard there’s a big op shop around here,” Jeff’s mom remarked.

I mean, she only had to say the word ‘op shop’ and I immediately volunteered to take her there so she could check it out. That wasn’t even in the itinerary as brunch was the only plan but hey, we were already in the area so might as well.

For some reason, I ended up buying a couple of glomesh bags that sparkled and shined more than my personality ever could. I have no idea when or where I’m going to use them but I’m ready.

*Raven at 9 years old