Hospitals. These are one of the places I dread going to. See, hospitals are plain too gloomy for me. I also have this feeling that I would get sick when I am there. And maybe that is what my mind has been telling me for I had just been sick. Well, I think I still am sick.

Maybe this is all part of what I had been doing in hospitals the past few days. I have been to Sorsogon MMG Hospital, Aquinas University Hospital, and Estevez Memorial Hospital. And I've been to these hospitals for my grandmother who's currently in the ICU at Estevez. I do feel for her but if we just give up on her and do nothing, then I think we're not worthy to be called her family.

Anyway, more on my grandmother and my hospital adventures sometime soon. I'm in no mood to write and yet I have to work on my cousin's speech. She's giving the graduation message in the same school she went to during her elementary school days.

I am not a fashionista. I do not have the guts to start out a new trend or make a new kind of style. But I do know what I should wear so I could just blend in with the crowd. There are times though when I wish I would know how to design clothes. Such a feeling comes over me each time I play this fashion game I have.

During one of my crazy days when the feeling that I wanted to be a fashion designer was too overwhelming, I decided to search for a fashion school in New York. This site led to look through a list of fashion schools New York that even come with good reviews. For those who are really looking for the right kind of New York fashion schools to choose from, there isn't any other better site to go to.

I'm no longer on a crazy mood but I do know that my wannabe-fashionista mood is going to be back one of these days.

My cousins met up yesterday and we had been sharing stories and keeping up with each other over a bottle of brandy. During our hours-long conversation, we had agreed that it would be best if we went to the hospital this Maundy Thursday and Good Friday and be the ones to take care of our grandmother.

I really don't think I can do it knowing that my grandmother's strength is slowly seeping away from her because she is the type of person who would wake up early and work around the house. If she was kept lying for a day, she would most likely get sick because she was not used to doing just that. But I will do it because I want to be with her and show her that I care for her.

I know it's been two years since I last attended the family's Christmas party which actually falls two days before Christmas. But this time, I'll really be there. I don't call it really a sacrifice because it is the Holy Week. I call it an act of love. Oh I do hope she would gain back her strength because I really would be there this coming Christmas and I want her to still be there.