If you haven’t read it, here’s part 1.

Whether I am still here or not when Raine discovers this blog, he too will realize how crazy, exciting, difficult and adventurous a life his mother has lived and is still living.

We all are afraid of death. (Well I guess except for those who with terminal illnesses have already accepted their fate.) But death is something that will come to us whether we like it or not, whether we are prepared or not. Nobody lives forever. Even if we want to.

During the get-together I attended weeks ago, we all met again after 15 years. Those people knew who I was, what I was like when I was young. And they probably know why I became what I become.

I grew up in a very traditional family. But unconsciously, I lived defying all their traditions. My views on marriage, relationships, parenting and others are something that will make my greatgrandma (Mamay Bita) rise in her grave. She who thought that the wisdom and values she lived for in the early 1900s are the best things she can impart to me. She died in my first year of college (second semester). She was 92. She died in her sleep, just peacefully like a candlelight that was flicked out.

Going back to death….It’s really coming. We just don’t know when it is for us. Like anybody else, I still want to do so much, as much as the Supreme Being (God, if you may) will allow.

I’ve always wanted to travel the world.

Climb the Eiffel Tower. Bask under the Tuscan sun. Traverse the Greek Islands. Enjoy pleasures like the Romans do. Walk the Great Wall of China. Enter the Forbidden City. Drink lots and lots of beer on October fest. Go to a pilgrimage in Israel.

Be a Geisha for a day. Eat all kinds of cheeses. Drink all kinds of wines. See a kiwi bird in the flesh in its natural habitat. Dive the Great Barrier Reef. See the Lincoln Memorial, the Holocaust Museum in DC and have my picture taken with the White House in the background. Eat American street hotdogs! Go to West Virginia. See Napa Valley and the Great Canyon!

Eat fajitas and all the tortillas I can eat in Latin America! Go to Spain and learn the Spanish language. Speak French and go to the Titanic Museum in Halifax.

You get the idea. ;)

Lots to see and lots to do, too little time.