You know that your reactions are slower than others by half a beat and yet, there's nothing you can do to make your reaction faster.

You panted like hell after climbing just one flight of stairs.

You suffered from backaches from just a couple of hours of exercising.

You feel like sleeping once the clock strikes 11 o' clock.

You prefer bus over walking.

This duck is old.

For many many times, I thought about what kind of old woman I wanna become. Because no matter how I think, I can only imagine myself as the type who carry lots of plastic bags and kiap the flowery purse at the arm pit, hairs being blown wildly and shirt filled with fresh fish smell, marching all the way home. But I had finally found my ideal old woman image. When I grow really old, I wanna be like the queen grandma as protrayed by Julie Andrews in Princess Diaries.

Not that I want all the riches and stuff. (Though to would be good to have some) But I wanna be the kind who is very amicable, very gracious and can mix easily with the next generations. I hope my life will not be fully centered around kids and kids and kids. Maybe some life of my own. And I will start to train myself into that kind of amicable old woman from now on. Muahahahahahhaha.

Opps. Gracioussss. ha ... ha ... ha ...