Getting older seems like an inevitable natural state of human disintegration. Sure we have all delaying tactics dermatologists and surgery all have to offer, but mentally speaking, who are you kidding? Senility comes with old age, one cannot battle it, one just let go and give in eventually. It's like getting lost in your own thoughts but this time you don't have any control over it.
Visited my grandmother's sick sister. She's currently suffering from diabetes, then we hear the clock ticking away. People are expecting the worst. In the midst of sadness, we hear her daughter ranting endlessly about the big responsibility she assumes for the old lady. Grandma had suddenly been reduced to a
pabigat. Depressing how children take care of their folks out of what? Pity? Sad hard facts of life are thrown right in front of me. A great realization for my mother also, she wants to have her own nurse attending to her when she's old and wrinkly.
Aside from diabetes, her daughter (my whine-y aunt, who I don't even know the name of) told us lola suffers from the occassional alzheimer's disease. She forgets where she is and asks who people are. Aunt keeps teeling us she always remember very particular memories dating from 1940's. Mom told us old people only tend to remember the happiest days of their lives, because those were the most distinct memory implanted on their brain. When I'm old, I wonder which memories I will remember. Where will my memory take me in times when my body breaks down slowly? What memory will be the only intangible rope in which I grasp on to make it through a day?
Chocolate Lovers is my favorite place now.I don't mind if you want to lock me there! Baking supplies galore and not to mention the price isn't too shabby! Only problem is the parking because they have no parking space. Too many people visit the place which makes it even harder to park.Spent some good amount of money buying baking stuff! It makes me absolutely giddy happy! Like I got a new toy or something. Ridiculous.
Might be moving the office somewhere in Ortigas! it.is.such.a.relief! I've always envisioned myself working in Ortigas when I was younger. I believed it in so much I think I've redirected the universe to work for my own gain. Is there a catch?
Activities today: buying baking supplies and cooking pasta night! :) Delish!
I know you want to see some pictures. Come on, tempt youself!Due to insistent demands, here's the new hairdo. Sus, wala, nothing drastic. Seriously, it's like nothing happened.
Hay I don't know why I even bothered. same thing old plain thing, boring stuff
When I'm old, I wonder which memories I will remember. Where will my memory take me in times when my body breaks down slowly? What memory will be the only intangible rope in which I grasp on to make it through a day? 