So yesterday was quite a hard day.  I did not do anything at all.  At all.  In spite of knowing the deadlines and the things I had to accomplish by tomorrow, the things that the branch head has to sign before saying that we’ve completed our internship, I did not do a single thing.  It’s quite annoying actually, knowing all these deadlines and reports and not doing anything about it.  But hey, the time has passed and there’s nothing much that I can do about it.

Yesterday was not a good day at all.  I had to confront my dad about his frequent absences at home.  He’s coughing again, meaning he’s smoking again.  It’s quite unbelievable when you realized that a heart attack is not a good-enough wake-up call for some people.  I was not able to control myself, much more my tongue.  I told him that I hate the fact that we are the ones who always have to wait for him.  We’re family and yet we’re the ones who always have to wait.  I told him that he’s an old dog and he can’t seem to learn anything at this point.  I told him that if he does not show up in the next ten minutes, we’re leaving without him.

I’m quite lucky that he did not blow his top.  I mean, if my kid talked to me like that, i would have slapped the living hell out of her.  But you see, I have a good point.  A good solid point.  It’s been barely a month since his heart attack.  The doctor gave us a lot of restrictions and explained the heart attack was brought about by his years — or rather, decades — of smoking.  Lesser salt and fat in diet, no carbonated drinks, lesser caffeine, lesser physical work load, absolutely no smoking. 

Sheesh.  I understand that there are a lot of restrictions and that they’re quite hard to follow in a second, but if you want to live to walk me down the aisle or to see your grandchildren, follow them.  If not, kill yourself and save us from the cost of medication and emotional stress.  There’s only black and white; there is no gray area when it comes to health care.  Either you do it or you don’t.  And if you have three kids about to work their asses off to give you a comfortable life, you freaking do it.  No questions asked.

These are the times when you actually have to listen to someone younger.  I don’t understand why that may be offensive for some, especially when that someone younger makes more sense than you. 

This afternoon, my brother Ted and I are going back to Greenhills to finish the last bits of our holiday shopping.  With the Susi reunion at the end of the year, we have to come up with, say, 23 gifts under 5 hours.  I think I got him addicted to shopping, especially when we shopped for 19 gifts on the eve of Christmas.  I don’t know how we were able to do it, but we did it, and I cannot believe it.  Who knows?  We might be able to do it again today.

And I received my first original Coach this Christmas.  At least that’s something to be really happy about.  Not just the Coach.  It’s the fact that in spite of growing old, I still get good gifts.  Haha.