STORY TIME

Every November 1st, my family would visit my lolo's grave. So last year, as we were entering the checkpoint, guards had to like check our bags and shit. Liquor and Noisy objects are banned. They already got enough dead people in there, so like knives are banned too.

Anyway, so we were lining up. Then, it's my turn to like open up my small purse that's got like two wallets inside (I separate paper bills and coins). Anyway so during that time I was sick, I'm asthmatic by the way. So I had to bring my bring my asthma medicine.

THIS IS WHAT MY MEDS LOOK LIKE. I need this so I don't choke on my own lungs or some shit.

Anyway, when kuya Guard specifically saw the meds inside my purse he stared at me like this.

And I was like... Can I help you, Jasmine?

Anyway, I carried on and the weird interaction just like became a distant memory... UNTIL NOW. DUDE I JUST REALISED ASTHMA MEDS RESEMBLE BIRTH CONTROL PILLS. HOW TF DID I NOT REALISE THE RESEMBLANCE????

Anyway, moral of the story? Don't inherit your dead relative's chronic illness. I, thank you~

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