Carmen

Went to the mall yesterday to get my new cell phone account, and oddly enough, found myself mingling with lots of old people. Now I know, old people in this country seem to go to the mall any day in the week, not because they need to buy anything, but more because they want to see other people, to have a touch of human interaction. They are either walk slowly inside the stores or sit quietly on the benches, women with easy smiles, men with blank eyes telling you their minds are elsewhere.

It's pretty pathetic for a young person to wander in the stores and kill time by skimming through glossy magazines. I know. At least I found it troublesome. I really don't want to wander shopping malls on a weekday again.

But I went to see Carmen last night, and the opera was superb. The threatre was full of middle-aged and old people, but that didn't bother me. Rebeca said young people are busy getting drunk. Well, I don't miss that getting drunk part, but that doesn't make you old.

Carmen said her broken heart mended fast, a quality makes her utmost free, which seems to be bad because she is able to hurt so many men's heart. But isn't that something we always want to have?

I still have a cold, and am tired of listening to news about the Schiavo case.