An Oil Cutter Story

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This afternoon, I finally found the oil cutter I have been looking for ages. I stumbled upon it accidentally though. It was conveniently camouflaged in various lengths of sachets of Dove shampoo and Creamsilk in one of my parents' drawers. Funny how I never saw it there before, since I open that same drawer everyday before hitting the showers. I guess, I was just not looking.

Anyway, I was excited to try it because I never really tested it out since I bought it 4 or 5 years ago. I got the scrap glass I had lying around, and I prepared to cut a piece for my t-shirt printing business. All the while, my 5-year old nephew, Keyaan, was watching me intently.

Hello, Big 2-9!

Six days after the inevitable happened... it is slowly sinking in. Little by little, reality is peeping thru that velvet curtain clad window. Like rays of the sun, pinching at first, blinding my very sight. As if I was Count Dracula. Having woken up mistakenly, abruptly. I had no choice but to let the sunshine in. It's not as if I could hide behind the black divan we bought at Libertad, or the green-red Orocan I tricked my sister into buying.  I just let my cold, white (okay, brown :) ) skin bask in the sun's glory. Just like Edward -  glistening, glowing. As if there's an invisible spotlight pointed right at me. I close my eyes. For a second. For a minute.

How about that for an intro to my post-birthday, er, post?

Just as I have posted in my social media accounts (i.e. Instagram and Facebook,) I feel so overwhelmed by the love of the people around me. Really, I did not expect it to be such a big deal. It was just an ordinary Wednesday afterall.