Monday, September 11, 2006

100 Things To Do Before I Die

Here's an exercise I used to do when I was younger. I had two lists: one of things to do before I get married and one of things to do before I die. The rationale was that while I'm single, I can do whatever I want, unlike when I'm married, because I'll have someone to answer to. But that's just bollocks because when I'm married, I'm supposed to have someone to do things with, and not someone to ask permission from.

So I've condensed my lists to one and I hope to do two every year. I'll figure out how to adjust this when I'm married –- and only because he’ll have his own list too and we'll have to compromise. So here it is, in no particular order:

1. Run a 5k marathon.
2. Build a house or school for charity.
3. Teach a class.
4. Climb Mt. Kilimanjaro. Or a hill, I'm not picky. Or attempt to at least. I'm not ambitious.
5. Learn how to rock-climb.
6. Have a kid by 32.
7. Go on safari in the Serengeti.
8. See the pyramids of Giza.
9. Swim with dolphins, or the whale sharks in Donsol and the manatees in Florida.
10. Go diving at the Great Barrier Reef and the Red Sea.
11. Buy a place in Bora.
12. Watch a bullfight in Seville.
13. Retire young.
14. Treat my parents to a first-class trip anywhere they want.
15. Learn how to tango with my partner. Or swing.
16. Squeeze into a glacier.
17. Join an NGO. Or try to help them in some other way if they don't want me.
18. Have a real "model-y" kind of photo shoot with the girls.
19. Cry at my sisters' weddings.
20. Live somewhere in Europe.
21. Study again, art history or photography.
22. Prepare a damn good 3-course meal by myself.
23. Host the best party. Ever.
24. Have a signature cocktail drink. And dessert.
25. Speak fluent French.
26. Backpack through Eastern Europe this time.
27. Die of heat in a sauna and jump into the ice-cold river right after, in Finland.
28. Conquer one fear, maybe by bungee-jumping or jet-boating in New Zealand.
29. Sponsor a child.
30. Give till it hurts.
31. Write a kick-ass poem.
32. Forgive all.
33. Spend a Christmas helping someone else.
34. Live in the ice hotel in Sweden.
35. Start going to Mass.
36. Say hi to the Incas.
37. Learn about wine.
38. Ride a motorcycle.
39. Go on a road-trip.
40. Get piss drunk at Oktoberfest.
41. Skinny-dip.
42. Paint something nice.
43. Gamble in Vegas.
44. Go camping. Or just sleep under the stars.
45. Take a Japanese hot bath.
46. Eat Kobe beef again. And again. And again.
47. Fall in love.
48. Ski without running into a tree.
49. Leave at a whim.
50. Track a Mountain Gorilla in Uganda.
51. Live somewhere else.
52. Be a godmother.
53. Stay beautiful till I'm 80. Then I can let go.
54. Keep my blog for posterity.
55. Leave a legacy.
56. Appear in an article.
57. Have a cause.
58. And a super-duper expensive Patek watch.
59. Make more babies.
60. Take time off... Just because.
61. See the best beach in the world – La Digue Island, Seychelle.
62. Volunteer at a soup kitchen.
63. Afford a house.
64. Learn how to surf, even if it's on a small wave. And go to Pansukian after.
65. Re-decorate my place.
66. Go on a pilgrimage of the Old City.
67. Visit the Prado.
68. Win an award for something that matters. A Nobel Prize would be great. :)
69. Fly a plane or ride a helicopter.
70. Have OS in public.
71. Get lost in Santorini.
72. Go white-water rafting.
73. Pass on the family history and language to the kids (I.e. PS, PD, KKB, etc).
74. Ride a hot-air balloon over the Masai Mara.
75. Bake a cake on my own.
76. Go island-hopping in Hawaii.
77. Snorkel in the Caribbean.
78. Spelunking in Sagada.
79. Skydive.
80. See boobies in the New Orleans Mardi Gras.
81. Experience football fever.
82. Stay up for White Nights.
83. Float in the Dead Sea.
84. Check out the Aurora Borealis.
85. Pay my respects at the Lhasa.
86. Horseback riding in Mongolia.
87. See the Taj and wish it had been built for me.
88. Stand in the middle of 2 continents.
89. Splurge on Amanpulo.
90. Splurge on the Maldives.
91. Have a massage at the best spa in the world, the Mandarin Oriental Bangkok.
92. Swim with sting-less jellyfish.
93. Get published.
94. Bid on something in an auction.
95. Carnavale!!!
96. Smoke a Cuban cigar in Havana.
97. Go crazy at 3-star Michelin guide restaurant.
98. Dog-sledding in Scandinavia.
99. Compare the beauty of Victoria Falls and The Three Gorges.

100. Bring back holy water from Lourdes for Mama.

It's going to suck if I die before I finish my list.

Monday, September 04, 2006

Papa's Hospital Peeves

My dad's in the hospital. He's ok now but last weekend was touch-and-go if you listened to the doctors. It was a little scary and we didn't tell my dad how scary it was, although I'm sure being confined in the ICU and having us all there outside his room window ALL THE TIME must have given us away.

Bei came over to keep vigil with us the 1st night. I don't think she slept one wink so Mama could have kausap and someone to pass the time with kwento, and that made all the difference. That was really sweet and I was so touched, I had tears in my eyes. Today, Lon brought lunch for us and Diku, Dikim brought maki -- the ultimate comfort food. Who needs friends with family like this?

I'm writing this from Papa's room. It's quite depressing, made even more so, because there's no TV. There's no bed for the extra person to sleep in (because technically, no one's allowed to stay in the ICU) and all you have is one supremely back-breaking monobloc chair. We don't complain because they're not so strict here at Metropolitan, and they let one person in with Papa at all times. And naturally, we abuse the privilege and have 2, even 3, people inside to keep Papa company.

Overall, the doctors (except for the one who freaked us all out) and nurses have been really nice and accommodating. But you know Papa's getting better when he makes funny observations (like all the male nurses are gay or our day nurse looks like a serial killer), starts getting mad and complaining about:

1. No TV in the room (now you see where I get my couch potato-ness from).
2. The nurses who keep coming in every hour to check his BP and temperature.
3. The "incompetent doctors" who don't know his body and won't let him go home.

Sigh. I wouldn't have him any other way.