I’m so sick of being asked that dreaded question….

My dad drove me to work today. He was going to have my sister’s car registered at LTO Paranaque. Anyway, he asked me THAT question. Of all people! I never thought he’d remember again.

As usual, I try to avoid actually answering that question by giving very vague answers. One-liners. Like “Wala eh…”, “Di ko nga alam…”, “Siguro…”.

Ugh.

Well at least I know I am not alone in this dilemma. (Yea Jen, right perspective.) There are at least four other people I know who probably also dread getting asked that question. And in a month or two, there will be just three of us left.

Which is supposed to be a good thing if you think about it.