BYAHENG TREN (Again!)
En Route to LRT J. Ruiz Station One Class Day
An old woman in red sat beside me. Red pants, red lipstick, red stiletto sandals and red nail polish. Whaat? Sure enough, she caught my attention! Awesome! It amazes me that such (st)age would still provide for chances to be glamorous. Mind you, the red toenails were designed with white five-pointed stars! Super!
I have heard a lot about aging gracefully, life begins at 40, anti-aging creams, calcium-loaded milk against osteoporosis, health insurance, pension for when you get old and cannot work anymore, reaching the 30s and being out of the calendar count. I have been to homes for the aged. I have lived with grandparents, though for a short time. I have been taunted about living alone come my own old age stage. I have been warned, scared, cautioned, somehow prepared young as I was back then, even prayed for. Haha! Why are people so keen about a natural occurrence such as being old?
The Lady in Red somehow fast-forwarded my thoughts from Little Red Riding Hood to Red, ripe old age. Ugh! I may not have been paying attention (or care) but I was suddenly aware that I, too, was simply aging, and that I have actually been acting decepticon over my own age. I will always be 25 years old...I stopped counting at 25 and it sometimes gives me a 'hard' time stating my age for official business. But truth cannot be denied: I have grown in all directions, I now have multi-colored hair (black, brown and white), the gap between my current students and I have been increasing through the years, I become forgetful sometimes...and the list just goes on. So, am I in any way preparing for the beginning of a new life? Surely, but not exactly. I still have a decade to spend. ;)
En Route to LRT J. Ruiz Station One Class Day
An old woman in red sat beside me. Red pants, red lipstick, red stiletto sandals and red nail polish. Whaat? Sure enough, she caught my attention! Awesome! It amazes me that such (st)age would still provide for chances to be glamorous. Mind you, the red toenails were designed with white five-pointed stars! Super!
I have heard a lot about aging gracefully, life begins at 40, anti-aging creams, calcium-loaded milk against osteoporosis, health insurance, pension for when you get old and cannot work anymore, reaching the 30s and being out of the calendar count. I have been to homes for the aged. I have lived with grandparents, though for a short time. I have been taunted about living alone come my own old age stage. I have been warned, scared, cautioned, somehow prepared young as I was back then, even prayed for. Haha! Why are people so keen about a natural occurrence such as being old?
The Lady in Red somehow fast-forwarded my thoughts from Little Red Riding Hood to Red, ripe old age. Ugh! I may not have been paying attention (or care) but I was suddenly aware that I, too, was simply aging, and that I have actually been acting decepticon over my own age. I will always be 25 years old...I stopped counting at 25 and it sometimes gives me a 'hard' time stating my age for official business. But truth cannot be denied: I have grown in all directions, I now have multi-colored hair (black, brown and white), the gap between my current students and I have been increasing through the years, I become forgetful sometimes...and the list just goes on. So, am I in any way preparing for the beginning of a new life? Surely, but not exactly. I still have a decade to spend. ;)
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