Jeanne Calment was the oldest person who ever lived at the age of 122 years and 164 days until she died in 1997. She met Vincent Van Gogh when she was 14 and attended Victor Hugo's funeral. Around 1965, she sold her condominium apartment to a lawyer who agreed to pay her monthly until the day she died. Said lawyer died of cancer in 1995 and his wife had to continue paying Calment for the next two years.

I can't understand why in the movies there's always someone looking for a way to live forever. It's insane. This woman had to watch her parents, her siblings, her siblings' children (one of whom she sent to Medschool), her friends, her dog(s) ... she was fencing at age 80 and ate put olive oil on everything she eats. Who wants to fence at age 80 while eating olive grease covered siomai? Maybe its the picky sloth in me talking, and I would've probably dealt with it better at 70, but 80's just too far a stretch.

Our family runs a good lifespan, so I'm pegging MY time at around 60 to 70. I'm not fancying the thought of being all wrinkly and pooping all over the place (even if I'm surrounded by gajillions of pretty grandchildren) so I think God gave me fair genes when it comes to lifespan, sans crazy truck drivers and, I don't know, people from the past with terrible grudges. I want to be the cool grandma who could say, "Back in the day, we had to learn how to drive cars and stuff" or "when I was in Medschool we had books that we never read" or atleast remember all the things that happened and DIDN'T happen. I'd probably tell the same stories over and over and will have to drop a couple of bucks in the "Lola TIna's Penalty Bowl" everytime I tell the Baguio story (or the other Baguio story for that matter).

I told a friend once that, it feels like we're all just waiting to die, and God only allows us to do these things to keep us busy and from just twiddling our thumbs in between. Maybe keep Him from forgetting -- its hard to keep tabs of, like, everyone, right? So we become doctors, lawyers, teachers... carve something there, jump a few buildings, steal a couple of paperclips from the office, change lives, hurt a few people and hopefully, love some more. So that, maybe, He won't forget about us and let us live a wee bit too long.

Plus, thumb-twiddling do not make good bedtime stories.