Rant & Raves

I am definitely getting older.

I thought I could defy aging, or I could age gracefully, and be as good looking as Richard Gere when I am 90. But no, I found out that’s not the case.

Alright, that was a catchy opener eh?

Of course I didn’t age suddenly. I did not wake up one morning and found out that I have put on 200 years of age on my face/look. I did not wake up one day and find that I am having erectile dysfunction and need help from Viagra. Nope, I am still looking good as ever, or even better now that I have gained weight, the wrinkles were burried under shitload of fats.

Its the mental thing; I am getting forgetful. Here are just a few examples: when Maria tells me something, and when I looked away and started working on stuff, I totally forget about it. Or when a friend bought something on my behalf, I could forget to pay her back (How convenient eh? Unfortunately she remembered and reminded me). Or how about this; I was stopped by a stupid traffic for minor violation, and few days later I could forget where, when, or how I got the ticket. Right now I am still having a hard time cracking my head to think of the location, when was it, and how the heck I got stopped.

I didn’t realize the seriousness of this issue until during the weekend. I was on my way to hometown, and I brought Fluffy with me. Then, after more than an hour of traveling and on the highway, I suddenly jumped (literally, that is) because I just realized I forgot about Fluffy’s Pad! (That’s the name I call it. Its actually those pee-poo pad for pets) I mean, I have been taking Fluffy home with me hundreds of times, and how could I forget something so important? I contemplated about U-turn (yeah, on the highway), and seriously considered calling a friend up to buy some pads for me and deliver it to my house.

Then I thought to myself: Ah! Fuck it. I think I will let Fluffy use the newspaper for once. I know Maria would object to it, but it was too much trouble to go back to take those pads. And then I slapped my head (literally, again) because I forgot that the shops in my hometown are selling the pads also! Then I laughed like a mad man, while Fluffy looked at me like I was some crazy bastard.

When I reached the shops in my hometown, they were closed. Fuck!

At the end, Fluffy got to use the newspaper. That poor little bugger couldn’t get used to it and he was holding back all his pee and shit until he turned green (under the hair, that is).

So I will buy another PDA phone, and key in all these important information. Anyone willing to sponsor a bit? While you are at it, please sponsor a digital camera as well (at least 6 megapixel, 5x zoom and don’t forget about the memory card too). Email me or call me for wire-transfer details. Thanks!