And the monster rests.

My sister calls me Wawaw.

My husband calls me Wa. 

I could not exactly remember why my sister calls me Wawaw but Alvin says the Wa is short for asawa (wife). 

Me thinks the nickname is derived from the monicker Waway.

Waway (The mad killer) is a character who is a homicidal maniac.

I could be crazy like Waway at times. :0

The people who are fond of me does not tolerate my tendency to be crazy weird and thus teases me for being such a Waway.

This week I was so pissed . Attributable perhaps to two gaping holes in my gums left by two extracted molars. Plus: Fatigue. Worries. Pressures. The toxic mix.

Alvin had been so patient even though I know he had a difficulty stopping himself from shooting me. I guess a waway does need a policeman for a husband. :) 

I am just grateful that the Waway in me finally rested. 

I guess the lessons are:

1. From time to time the monster in us gets the better of us. I guess we have to master the monster or at the least clean up after the Waway attack.

2.  Perspective. Challenges and problems could be debilitating at times. I guess when that happens take a deep breath, step back and change your perspective.

Things always end up OK in the end. :)