How was my Christmas?
Brother approached Mom and asked if she remembers how he used to play with the needs-to-be-thrown-away cardboard insert of wrapping paper as if it was some sort of sword. Mom’s response….she charges at me with the roll. I hide under covers.
How was my New Year’s?
Dialogue is as follows:
Mom (storms around the corner): SANDY! What is this?!
Me (not knowing how to say “tampon” in Vietnamese..): Well, it’s kind of…like a pad…
Mom interrupts: I KNOW WHAT IT IS! You can’t use these until you have a family
Me: um…yeah you can. I don’t use them often…mostly when I go swimming or something..
Mom: NO SANDY! You can’t use these. Not until you have a family. You…you just don’t know!
Me (slightly confused/laughing/uh…baffled): Um, yes you can, Mom. Really.
Mom: No, YOU CAN’T! (turns around and walks away).
hello 2007.
Recovered from Xanga 
…………….sucks to be a girl
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haha, those “pads” saved my life.
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when my mom found out i was using tampons, she turns to me, gasps and says “but you can’t be a virgin and use tampons!” to which we then had a little discussion on what it meant to be a virgin. moms!
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hahahahah. i loved this entry. 🙂
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wow. mothers are funny. my mom basically was worried i might kill myself with them.
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hahaha… asian parents are awesome
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wow there are still ppl that keep xangas?! thank you for being so genius to realize that difficulty of asking me questions in person haha (i just editted it). impact was great, but lets talk about it in another fashion, i dont want to pollute you xanga wall.
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haha woooow.
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