My Will

I love to write. I have written a good number of stuff, but I am guessing that when I die, my most precious written piece will be this. My will. {Not that I am dying, but heck, we take out life insurances, why not do our will at the same time?}

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* My cat, Muningning, I am entrusting to our househelp. (Assuming I happen to take on a cat, and if I do, I am pretty sure I will delegate the feeding and cleaning tasks to the help so it's really going to be technically mine - since I will be buying the catfood - but it's emotionally my yaya's cat}

* My boxes and boxes of fashion jewels and rolls and rolls of elastics goes to my favorite girl cousin, Inah, as she needs something to do at home when her Tatay and Kuyas scare the bejesus out of the guys wanting to date her.

* My collection of pirated cds and dvds I entrust whole heartedly to long-lost relatives who I see only when a relative meets the light.

* All my eletronic gadgets must go to hubby, since he was the one who bought them for me in the first place.

* My treasured lacoste bags will be the family heirloom - so my daughter gets them.

* My secret sinangag and pritong hotdog recipe will be a family kept secret, so I guess, my daughter is burdened with it.

* Hubby will also get my pochim (my thin cuddly pillow), my havaianas (we have the same size), my jurassic photo albums, my computer and all its viruses.

* My small collection of jewelries will be Gail's. So she has something of mine that she can wear everyday.

* My mom will get all my clothes, shoes and all the non-lacoste bags. Oh, and she also gets all those lotions, body scrubs, facial masks that I keep at the back of my drawer unused.

Sadly, these are all of mine that I can rightfully give away. Apparently, I am not much of a gold mine. Either I make so gaddang little money to buy more, or I just spend way too much on hot fudge sundaes.