I love food. I guess it’s one of my many weaknesses. I am also a chocaholic and will eat anything relating to chocolate. I also like tasting new dishes that I’ve never heard of before. The more exotic, the more interesting it seems to me.

I also like traveling. Well, as much as I can travel. But if given a chance I would definitely travel all the places in the world that I want to. Like Greece, Rome, Netherlands, Ireland, England and other exotic places. It’s always nice to learn and experience various cultures that will broaden my perspective in life.

What will be better than traveling or food, you ask? How about traveling and eating well? ^_^ I want to go to a place where there is good food and the scenery is breathtaking. Something like La Jolla restaurants in California that I’ve seen on the net. Now if I can only save up enough to go. ^^

I miss my grandparents. It’s been years since my last grandparent passed away, leaving me with no grandparent at all. I am closer to my grandparents on my mother side though, since I was still little when my father’s parents died. Though I do remember bits and pieces of my memories with them in it.

The only memory I have of my paternal grandfather would be his funeral. I remember hiding behind my parent and clinging to his leg as I peeked into where my grandfather’s coffin was. And I truly regret not having any other recollection of him.

I do remember some memories of my paternal grandmother, though there is a memory in particular that I’ve never forgotten, and doubt ever will.

My father and I visited her in a little hut inside the family’s property. We were accompanied by my aunt who, it seemed, was the one who guarded the lock on the hut. ‘Why was grandmother locked in a hut?’ I asked my father. I thought it extremely unfair to have her locked up like that. He said that my grandmother was sick, and her mind was failing and that it wasn’t safe for her to be outside anymore.

I asked my father what he meant and he said that she keeps spacing out, wandering elsewhere and forgetting things, even who she was. They had no choice but to keep her locked because a few days before she was wandering through the streets, not knowing where she was going. She could’ve been run over by a car or accosted by unruly people. And since my aunt who lives with her can’t keep an eye on her every single minute, they decided to lock her up.

That broke my heart, young as I were. I wanted to take her someplace else. Someplace where she can be taken care of, be given the attention and care that she deserves. Maybe a home care facility with a nice garden. She’ll like that. She likes gardens.

I looked at my grandmother as we left and she was smiling at me. At the moment she remembers who I am but I’m not sure she still will after we leave. But even if she does forget, I know I won’t. I won’t forget her smiling at the little shy child that was me.

There are things that everyone wishes they can do, or have the freedom or courage do to so. And in truth not all manage to find the will to do it. So I wanted to list the things that I want to do, but lack the courage to do so.

• Give up my career to become a writer - probably the hardest one I have. I don’t even know if I’m good enough to write, much less become an author.
• Get a few tattoos, maybe even some star tattoos. The pain involved stays me from getting one. But if I do manage to get up the courage, I’d want a cross intertwined in thorns or blue roses, or maybe a unicorn. Is it possible to have a tattoo that is colored blue?
• Marry for love. Easier said than done.
• Tour the world. I want to see the Netherlands, Venice, Greece, Ireland and explore the tourist destinations in my country. What’s preventing me from doing so? Obligations.
• Live on my own. I desperately want to. The roadblock? Again, obligations.

I’ll look back here again in a few years and see which ones of these I actually managed to do. Wish me luck!