A little ways down the road

Let me tell you a story about how you don't get the things you want... the first few times. It's always in God's time.

I remember how I've been wanting a Shih Tzu since I was in grade school and how my parents blatantly refused saying that I won't be able to take care of it. But it was the type of "want" that inches closer to a "need" except it was just a feeling because it's not to be accepted technically. I insisted so much that one high school year, we came down to a tough birthday choice. I was torn in between getting a dog and a hot pink Motorola Razr. But as a teenager who craved the latest gadgets (and anything pink for that matter), we all know where it boiled down. Life screwed me over after that decision because that fancy flip-top phone got split in half twice(!) and it was just crappy how it happened. At first I could partly blame myself, but the second time I was texting in campus after class when someone hit my phone with a volleyball and severed the screen. I was so mad at the school admin for pinning it on me for "texting in campus" even if it was with my parents so they could pick me up. I was not one to utter tactless words but I never got a cent nor a decent apology from the senior who was the culprit of the accident. She's an ugly bitch. I kid you not. Ugly, self-explanatory, bitch, that stinking attitude. It made me more furious. But I was also a bitch for calling her "poor" because if we switched shoes I would definitely pay for the damages. Right then and there I said, "I knew I should have taken the dog."

But a little ways down the road...

At age twenty, I finally got one. His name is Gucci, given to me by my ninang whom I haven't seen or heard from in a decade. Said this was to make up for all the years she went MIA. Oh, the little joys.