The other day I was complaining about life's challenges. I'm not that really complaining but just voicing out my exhaustion.
I mean I was just used to do things for myself and not really minding other's business. But since I came home to help out in making decisions for my mom's affairs since she passed away I was tasked and assigned to carry out the decision-making process.
It's not so normal for me to tend for these affairs and it really overwhelmed me a lot. My older siblings should assume these responsibilities but it seems that they are passing the torch on me because of my great influence to the family as the breadwinner. And this add a toll on me and drains me out mentally. Thus resuming normalcy for me is impossible at this very moment.
I am a loner and an introvert. I am used to making decisions for myself only. I tend to just be carefree with my life and tried to be as stressed free as much as possible. This is the normal things for me and I get used to it. Maybe to some this is not normal.
It is common knowledge that everyone of us is individualy unique. What is normal to some is normal to others. We have our own individuality and that makes us different from others. But if these individuality will be combined with others then it will make us as a diverse community. Thus society is composed of different norms and cultures that is distinctly differentiated by our own individual uniqueness.
I maybe a loner, an introvert, a passive participant but I know how to be observant with what is happening around me so that I can conform my habits, routines, and interactions with everyday life's challenges.
I am schooled and educated to observe and execute proper manners and etiquettes. I can exercise professionalism at a right circumstance if given a chance.
I know my timidity is the negative factor that made me off to some people. But for people who knows me well especially my circle of friends they understood my personality.
I know I can't please people around me but I really don't care about it. As long as I don't caused them any harm and ill will, that's okay with me. My philosophy is always geared to the notion of letting people guess for myself.
I can be mysterious to some, and very secretive to others. But I am as gentle as a wind. I can relate to other's feelings. I can be tough, but that's just a facade to protect my defenses. People need to penetrate on my own inner self to really know me.
They say that the first impression is always lasting. But I always challenged that philosophy.
My passivity can be mistaken as defiance to make my connections to others and that really triggers some to make some negative comments on my personality. I am a man of few utterances and my reticence is always mistaken as boastfulness to some. Well, that's me and that's normal to me.
Lately, I was put to test to show my true self and I have received a lot of negative comments about it. Well, I really don't care what people will say, I am me and they have to accept the way I am. As long as I don't cause any harm to others that's enough for me.
Tongues will wag and flicker and I know people will always say something. I think that's innate to some to throw some thing to talk about. I mean it's not my business to listen to it because I know I did not cause any ill will at them.
I know eventually, people will stop commenting about it and it will gradually die out. But to me this is not normal.
My normal environment is compose of me and my own world. My world of singlehood dedicated for myself alone. I never wished to have it changed nor disturbed. But who knows.... sometimes it will be altered. Time always evolve and our environment changed.
But in as much as I want to maintain normalcy in my life people just can't stop intervening with my affairs. I can't wait to go back to Los Angeles and go back to my hermit and reclusive life. That is the normal life I prefer and I am happy to embrace it all throughout my lifetime.
Maintaining normalcy creates routines. And routines makes us more compelled to be focused on simple things rather than complicated ones. And this makes life more easier to enhance and improve.
We have to take life's challenges one day at a time so that we won't be bombarded with a lot of stress and problems. Maintaining homeostasis is essential to create an atmosphere of relief and free thinking. And to me that's the normal life I want to tread.
In the end, life is always full of ups and downs. And maintaining normalcy is essential to create a better outlook in life. We have to always prepare for the better. Live life to the fullest.
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Sunday, July 26, 2009
Hook, Line, and Sinker
Well, it's been a while I have not blog here since I came back from Los Angeles going home to Passi to take care on my mom's wake and burial.
It's been a whirlwind of problems lately. Assuming too much responsibility as the family's breadwinner is not an easy job. I was been bombarded with a lot of task that needs a lot of decision-making. It had drained me a lot.
Instead of just sitting and resting at the corner I was been asked to decide a lot of simple and complex responsibilities which can be taken cared of by my elder siblings. I am so stressed out.
Aahh... I just want to escape and take a respite on a secret and remote place where no one can bother me. Where I can be inhibited and worry-free. It was overwhelming and too straining to the brain. I felt like being milked out to the last drop and left crinkled and dehydrated. It felt so crazy and mad everywhere.
I have a taciturn personality. And I love quiet and peace. But with the situation around me peace is unthinkable.
Small kids yelling, shouting, running, and run amok everywhere. I mean no offense, I love kids but I really expected from this short vacation to just savor the moment of quietness and rest, but it is unrealistic at this very instance.
My mom's wake added another stress on me. Facing and greeting some immediate families, relatives, friends, strangers, and visitors is a tedious task. It is quite unnerving to face people you don't know and quite embarrassing to face them with a smiling face despite of the unfamiliarity. I'm quite fazed out and not so used about such pretenses.
It's not my personality to mingle with people but I know it will be uncool if I will face them so coldly. My introvertness and insecurities were always triggered by these situations which really surfaced sometimes and I always held my cool though so that it would not be that obvious.
I don't know, I was just like this, but it seems that I really need more exposure. People sometimes misinterpreted it as a passive behavior. But still I kept and maintained my professionalism which is quite impressive despite of my passivity.
My personal relations to meet people is not that extensive. Having contained in my profession for so long meeting parents and little kids as my patients had build me confidence in establishing rapport with people.
Even my teaching job had developed me the confidence to deal with unmanageable students and it takes a lot of challenges for me to earn their trust and attention to listen to my explanations whenever I taught them new things in their student's learning phase. That I can handle, and the challenges I can deal and hurdle. It made me more open to constructive criticisms as well as destructive ones.
It's just like going to the sea and fish out for some approval and disapproval. If it's a yay... then my catch for the day will be a productive one. But if it's a nay.... then I will go home empty handed and devastated.
Criticisms really made me more susceptible and vulnerable to challenge myself to better my dealings and interactions with people. It really means hard business.
So, I have to be armed with a thick face and skin, good communication skills, the tenacity to accept positive and negative criticisms, getting rid of my pretenses, introvertness, pessimisms, and passivity, and maintaining my perseverance, patience, and cool in dealing with people of all walks of life.
It's quite a stage up there to put on a smiling and optimistic face and lending a listening ear, and I can deal with that in a short time. I am sometimes short tempered and quite inattentive. Adding to that my personality is sometimes unpredictable and erratic. But I'm always open to some new avenue to improve my communication skills and personality.
It's quite pleasing to see how I could get out of it though, and I feel so accomplished once I put on a cool personality but nevertheless I cannot always please people. There are always some who will make uncool comments and criticisms. And I know it will challenge me more to be a good listener in every situations.
I am so thankful that I can go here and blog all my experiences. This made me reflect more how I did in my previous interactions with people and that I can assess, plan, intervene, and evaluate myself and reflect on some things to make more improvements.
Making blogs made me escape from reality. It brings me to my own world of farce and extensive imagination. I feel so autistically imbued with it. My journalistic prowess always come in handy.
Scribbling my thoughts all the way made me more productive and allows me to contemplate or dawdle on things I am fond of. It made me relieved of some irateness and irksome feeling that people caused on me. My brain cells feel more active and functional. May be because I am too cerebral.
It's just like a hook, a line, and a sinker.... add to that an attractive lure.... fishing for more acceptable comments and kind approval that can improve myself and my communication skills. Love it... or hate it... I still have more room for improvements.
Everyday is a learning process to me and it is our experiences that made us who we are. I never stopped filling in my brains with new avenues to replenish it. Perfection is an ongoing process.... and we have to be flexible to achieve near perfection, for there is no such thing as a perfect thing.
We are making our own self.... and the "coup de grace" of our every effort lies on the flexibility of what we have learned and experienced everyday in life.
We always learn from our mistakes... and what we have learned from it makes us for who we are.
It's been a whirlwind of problems lately. Assuming too much responsibility as the family's breadwinner is not an easy job. I was been bombarded with a lot of task that needs a lot of decision-making. It had drained me a lot.
Instead of just sitting and resting at the corner I was been asked to decide a lot of simple and complex responsibilities which can be taken cared of by my elder siblings. I am so stressed out.
Aahh... I just want to escape and take a respite on a secret and remote place where no one can bother me. Where I can be inhibited and worry-free. It was overwhelming and too straining to the brain. I felt like being milked out to the last drop and left crinkled and dehydrated. It felt so crazy and mad everywhere.
I have a taciturn personality. And I love quiet and peace. But with the situation around me peace is unthinkable.
Small kids yelling, shouting, running, and run amok everywhere. I mean no offense, I love kids but I really expected from this short vacation to just savor the moment of quietness and rest, but it is unrealistic at this very instance.
My mom's wake added another stress on me. Facing and greeting some immediate families, relatives, friends, strangers, and visitors is a tedious task. It is quite unnerving to face people you don't know and quite embarrassing to face them with a smiling face despite of the unfamiliarity. I'm quite fazed out and not so used about such pretenses.
It's not my personality to mingle with people but I know it will be uncool if I will face them so coldly. My introvertness and insecurities were always triggered by these situations which really surfaced sometimes and I always held my cool though so that it would not be that obvious.
I don't know, I was just like this, but it seems that I really need more exposure. People sometimes misinterpreted it as a passive behavior. But still I kept and maintained my professionalism which is quite impressive despite of my passivity.
My personal relations to meet people is not that extensive. Having contained in my profession for so long meeting parents and little kids as my patients had build me confidence in establishing rapport with people.
Even my teaching job had developed me the confidence to deal with unmanageable students and it takes a lot of challenges for me to earn their trust and attention to listen to my explanations whenever I taught them new things in their student's learning phase. That I can handle, and the challenges I can deal and hurdle. It made me more open to constructive criticisms as well as destructive ones.
It's just like going to the sea and fish out for some approval and disapproval. If it's a yay... then my catch for the day will be a productive one. But if it's a nay.... then I will go home empty handed and devastated.
Criticisms really made me more susceptible and vulnerable to challenge myself to better my dealings and interactions with people. It really means hard business.
So, I have to be armed with a thick face and skin, good communication skills, the tenacity to accept positive and negative criticisms, getting rid of my pretenses, introvertness, pessimisms, and passivity, and maintaining my perseverance, patience, and cool in dealing with people of all walks of life.
It's quite a stage up there to put on a smiling and optimistic face and lending a listening ear, and I can deal with that in a short time. I am sometimes short tempered and quite inattentive. Adding to that my personality is sometimes unpredictable and erratic. But I'm always open to some new avenue to improve my communication skills and personality.
It's quite pleasing to see how I could get out of it though, and I feel so accomplished once I put on a cool personality but nevertheless I cannot always please people. There are always some who will make uncool comments and criticisms. And I know it will challenge me more to be a good listener in every situations.
I am so thankful that I can go here and blog all my experiences. This made me reflect more how I did in my previous interactions with people and that I can assess, plan, intervene, and evaluate myself and reflect on some things to make more improvements.
Making blogs made me escape from reality. It brings me to my own world of farce and extensive imagination. I feel so autistically imbued with it. My journalistic prowess always come in handy.
Scribbling my thoughts all the way made me more productive and allows me to contemplate or dawdle on things I am fond of. It made me relieved of some irateness and irksome feeling that people caused on me. My brain cells feel more active and functional. May be because I am too cerebral.
It's just like a hook, a line, and a sinker.... add to that an attractive lure.... fishing for more acceptable comments and kind approval that can improve myself and my communication skills. Love it... or hate it... I still have more room for improvements.
Everyday is a learning process to me and it is our experiences that made us who we are. I never stopped filling in my brains with new avenues to replenish it. Perfection is an ongoing process.... and we have to be flexible to achieve near perfection, for there is no such thing as a perfect thing.
We are making our own self.... and the "coup de grace" of our every effort lies on the flexibility of what we have learned and experienced everyday in life.
We always learn from our mistakes... and what we have learned from it makes us for who we are.
Sunday, July 19, 2009
Another Trip Back Home
Today, July 19th, a Sunday, I will embark for another trip to the Philippines. This time to see my mom as a cold corpse inside a casket.
The first time I went home couple of weeks ago, I saw her alive, talking to me in a confused manner until she had an asthma attack that triggers her heaving breathing and there everything went worse.
This will be my last blog here in the United States and I will be gone for three weeks. I don't know if I can do some blogging there but I might try. I know my skeds will gonna be hectic there because of the wake and the burial. Planning those events already took a toll on me.
I am going home quite sick for some time with a nagging cough and a bad cold. My efforts to medicate the cough was futile. I still have a very productive cough and my chest is hurting every time I start coughing. I had a fever last night so I hope this would not end me up being quarantined when I stepped at the soils of the Philippines.
I have see to it that I brought a lot of vitamin C infused candies and necessary medications for the cold and cough. I even brought two packets of Zithromax just in case it will turn out to be viral. I am prepared for whatever will happen. I hope everything will come well when I get there.
My friend Kuya George helped me packed my baggages yesterday. We have to be sure that the exact weight for each baggage is attained to prevent me from paying the exorbitant fees being imposed for overweight baggages. It's so stressful and tedious doing some packing. I myself hated it.
So everything was been checked and doublechecked. I called my siblings back home and informed them about my second trip. I just want to be certain that somebody will pick me up at the airport. And I hoped I did not missed anything.
Now I am anxious about the trip. The same feeling I felt with the first one. This trip though is different because my expectations is to just bury my mom and have a little intimate talk with my siblings of what will happen after the burial.
I don't want to expect too much out of this trip. I am still mourning my mom's death and I am still grieving deep inside. I know this would be better for her rather than to suffer more but I still feel that I am still incomplete without her. And the fact that my goal of bringing her over to America was not been realized that added some guilt to me. My failure to convince her to live with me bugged me all the time. It was my ultimate goal to have her come see me in America but she preferred not to because of her love with her other children.
I know I was been selfish about my intentions but who can blame me. It is every son's dream to bring their parents to America. But my mom is different. She choses to live a simple life happily tucked away with the rest of her children and grandchildren. And I can't blame her for that.
Wherever she is now, I know she is happy about me and all my siblings. And I hope this second journey back home will find me the peace that I've been looking away from my guilt of not bringing her with me. I hope I will come to terms to all my worries and my apprehensions there and I am praying that it will be a problem-solving trip I'll ever had especially with my relationship with my siblings and immediate families.
And as an old song says..... que sera sera sera..... whatever will be will be. And I hope I will be ready to accept the real truth and bare consequences of every explanations I can gather for my worries. Cest la vie....
The first time I went home couple of weeks ago, I saw her alive, talking to me in a confused manner until she had an asthma attack that triggers her heaving breathing and there everything went worse.
This will be my last blog here in the United States and I will be gone for three weeks. I don't know if I can do some blogging there but I might try. I know my skeds will gonna be hectic there because of the wake and the burial. Planning those events already took a toll on me.
I am going home quite sick for some time with a nagging cough and a bad cold. My efforts to medicate the cough was futile. I still have a very productive cough and my chest is hurting every time I start coughing. I had a fever last night so I hope this would not end me up being quarantined when I stepped at the soils of the Philippines.
I have see to it that I brought a lot of vitamin C infused candies and necessary medications for the cold and cough. I even brought two packets of Zithromax just in case it will turn out to be viral. I am prepared for whatever will happen. I hope everything will come well when I get there.
My friend Kuya George helped me packed my baggages yesterday. We have to be sure that the exact weight for each baggage is attained to prevent me from paying the exorbitant fees being imposed for overweight baggages. It's so stressful and tedious doing some packing. I myself hated it.
So everything was been checked and doublechecked. I called my siblings back home and informed them about my second trip. I just want to be certain that somebody will pick me up at the airport. And I hoped I did not missed anything.
Now I am anxious about the trip. The same feeling I felt with the first one. This trip though is different because my expectations is to just bury my mom and have a little intimate talk with my siblings of what will happen after the burial.
I don't want to expect too much out of this trip. I am still mourning my mom's death and I am still grieving deep inside. I know this would be better for her rather than to suffer more but I still feel that I am still incomplete without her. And the fact that my goal of bringing her over to America was not been realized that added some guilt to me. My failure to convince her to live with me bugged me all the time. It was my ultimate goal to have her come see me in America but she preferred not to because of her love with her other children.
I know I was been selfish about my intentions but who can blame me. It is every son's dream to bring their parents to America. But my mom is different. She choses to live a simple life happily tucked away with the rest of her children and grandchildren. And I can't blame her for that.
Wherever she is now, I know she is happy about me and all my siblings. And I hope this second journey back home will find me the peace that I've been looking away from my guilt of not bringing her with me. I hope I will come to terms to all my worries and my apprehensions there and I am praying that it will be a problem-solving trip I'll ever had especially with my relationship with my siblings and immediate families.
And as an old song says..... que sera sera sera..... whatever will be will be. And I hope I will be ready to accept the real truth and bare consequences of every explanations I can gather for my worries. Cest la vie....
Saturday, July 18, 2009
The Perfect Fan
(This is a tribute for my loving mom.)
As I was driving in my car listening to my favorite music, alone in a country I never grow of, I always feel abandoned because I am far away from my mom’s side. I am used to be with my mom’s presence all the time and as I grow up she always wanted to be sure that I’m always been taken cared of. And I can’t repay her anything for the tireless nights she and my dad did in nurturing me to be what I am today.
One day, the music "The Perfect Fan" by the Backstreet Boys was blaring loudly in my car. As I was listening to it I was so captivated by it’s lyrics, that’s why I couldn’t help thinking about my mom. I will use this song as a tribute to her and here it goes:
"It takes a lot to know what is love, it's not the big things, but the little things that can mean enough, a lot of prayers to get me through, and there is never a day that passes by I don’t think of you. You were always there for me, pushing me and guiding me always to succeed."
This reminds me of my mom, every time I am playing this song. It tells me that it’s not just her big efforts but the small ones too as well, were being appreciated in molding me to be what I am today. From the time she gave birth to me until the time that she helped me finished college and be successful. It means a lot to me. She’s always there nurturing me, guiding me, and pushing me to excel in everyway. And I could never repay her for her unconditional love but it gives me satisfaction every time I see her face full with happiness for my achievements.
"You showed me, when I was young just how to grow. You showed me everything that I should know. You showed me, just how to walk without your hands. Cause mom you always were the perfect fan."
As I grow up you’re always there ready to help me all the way. You taught me together with dad everything that I should know to survive until I can be on my own, living independently and away from your side. You were always there to cheer for me in happy times and when I succeed and console me when I failed. You were always there in every way. That I couldn’t forget, mom.
"God has been so good. Blessing me with a family who did all they could. And I’ve had many years of grace. And it flatters me when I see the smile in your face. I wanna thank you for what you’ve done. In hopes I can give back to you and be the perfect son."
I was really thankful to God that I was blessed with parents that’s really hands-on for me. I can say that I am a lucky person to have you as my mom. With your strict guidance I was able to stand on my own and live independently. And I can also see in your face all the time that you were happy for what I have done, established, and achieved. And I couldn’t be here without your nurturing love and constant reminder to always look back to where I started and be a dutiful son to you and to dad. Before you passed away we had a little talk about it and it lifted my spirits that you kept reminding me of who I am and where I came from. That mom I couldn’t forget.
"You showed me how to love. You showed me how to care. And you showed me that you would always be there. I wanna thank you for the time. And I’m proud to say you’re mine."
Love is always a powerful word you always uttered. You wanted me to be a dedicated nurse to show care to people. And every time I stumbled you’re always a phone call away from me. And I am never ashamed of you. I am so grateful to have you and dad in my life. You are proud of me and likewise I am too. I couldn’t forget you and you’re unconditional love for us. Your memories will always linger in me and in us forever.
When you passed away mom, I know that you were extremely happy and fulfilled. That you are satisfied leaving me standing on my own two feet. And as I dedicate this tribute to you, I am content that you are with our Creator looking at us with so much love and compassion. That I thank you, mom.
I know life evolves, and pretty soon it is our turn to come back with God and be with you forever. I am happy that you are resting permanently well, away from the worries of human existence. I am proud to say that you are the best mom I have ever had and given a chance to select another choice, I will chose you again as my mom and enriched the bond that we left off.
"Cause mom, I know, you always were. Mom you always were. You know you always were. My perfect fan."
I love you mom!
P.S.
To all of you who gathered here, our family, wishes to convey our heartfelt thanks and gratitude to all those who sent flowers, mass cards, offered prayers, sympathy, and donations and in one way or another consoled with us in our time of bereavement and grief.
Thank you all from the bottom of our hearts.
As I was driving in my car listening to my favorite music, alone in a country I never grow of, I always feel abandoned because I am far away from my mom’s side. I am used to be with my mom’s presence all the time and as I grow up she always wanted to be sure that I’m always been taken cared of. And I can’t repay her anything for the tireless nights she and my dad did in nurturing me to be what I am today.
One day, the music "The Perfect Fan" by the Backstreet Boys was blaring loudly in my car. As I was listening to it I was so captivated by it’s lyrics, that’s why I couldn’t help thinking about my mom. I will use this song as a tribute to her and here it goes:
"It takes a lot to know what is love, it's not the big things, but the little things that can mean enough, a lot of prayers to get me through, and there is never a day that passes by I don’t think of you. You were always there for me, pushing me and guiding me always to succeed."
This reminds me of my mom, every time I am playing this song. It tells me that it’s not just her big efforts but the small ones too as well, were being appreciated in molding me to be what I am today. From the time she gave birth to me until the time that she helped me finished college and be successful. It means a lot to me. She’s always there nurturing me, guiding me, and pushing me to excel in everyway. And I could never repay her for her unconditional love but it gives me satisfaction every time I see her face full with happiness for my achievements.
"You showed me, when I was young just how to grow. You showed me everything that I should know. You showed me, just how to walk without your hands. Cause mom you always were the perfect fan."
As I grow up you’re always there ready to help me all the way. You taught me together with dad everything that I should know to survive until I can be on my own, living independently and away from your side. You were always there to cheer for me in happy times and when I succeed and console me when I failed. You were always there in every way. That I couldn’t forget, mom.
"God has been so good. Blessing me with a family who did all they could. And I’ve had many years of grace. And it flatters me when I see the smile in your face. I wanna thank you for what you’ve done. In hopes I can give back to you and be the perfect son."
I was really thankful to God that I was blessed with parents that’s really hands-on for me. I can say that I am a lucky person to have you as my mom. With your strict guidance I was able to stand on my own and live independently. And I can also see in your face all the time that you were happy for what I have done, established, and achieved. And I couldn’t be here without your nurturing love and constant reminder to always look back to where I started and be a dutiful son to you and to dad. Before you passed away we had a little talk about it and it lifted my spirits that you kept reminding me of who I am and where I came from. That mom I couldn’t forget.
"You showed me how to love. You showed me how to care. And you showed me that you would always be there. I wanna thank you for the time. And I’m proud to say you’re mine."
Love is always a powerful word you always uttered. You wanted me to be a dedicated nurse to show care to people. And every time I stumbled you’re always a phone call away from me. And I am never ashamed of you. I am so grateful to have you and dad in my life. You are proud of me and likewise I am too. I couldn’t forget you and you’re unconditional love for us. Your memories will always linger in me and in us forever.
When you passed away mom, I know that you were extremely happy and fulfilled. That you are satisfied leaving me standing on my own two feet. And as I dedicate this tribute to you, I am content that you are with our Creator looking at us with so much love and compassion. That I thank you, mom.
I know life evolves, and pretty soon it is our turn to come back with God and be with you forever. I am happy that you are resting permanently well, away from the worries of human existence. I am proud to say that you are the best mom I have ever had and given a chance to select another choice, I will chose you again as my mom and enriched the bond that we left off.
"Cause mom, I know, you always were. Mom you always were. You know you always were. My perfect fan."
I love you mom!
P.S.
To all of you who gathered here, our family, wishes to convey our heartfelt thanks and gratitude to all those who sent flowers, mass cards, offered prayers, sympathy, and donations and in one way or another consoled with us in our time of bereavement and grief.
Thank you all from the bottom of our hearts.
Friday, July 17, 2009
My Little Trip to Santee
It's already Friday, July 17th. Two more days then I'm off for the Philippines. I woke up at noon and decided to go to Santee Wholesale District and Flower District to buy some candies and foams for the flowers for my mom's wake.
Santee, is a commercialized area located in downtown Los Angeles. It is divided into several districts like fashion, jewelry, flower, wholesale, warehouse etc. Today, I went to the wholesale district and flower district.
The streets at the downtown is hard to drive because of it's one way street set-up. I got lost because of the turtle-neck traffic so I decided to take the 9th Street alternate all the way to the Fashion district.
Then when I got there I made a left at Maple Street and started to look for the wholesale district. I had an idea where it's at because I knew I passed by that area before but I can't believe I got lost.
But when I arrived there, the parking is hard so I have to drive around for a bit until I got a side street parking for free.
The wholesale district is the area where you can find wide array of things needed for parties, fresh produce, dry goods, etc. You can see some Pinatas hanging up the ceiling luring the passersby. They are of different sizes and colors. It was a beautiful site to look at.
I then looked for a store which sold wide array of candies in sacks. I bought three sacks of assorted candies for only eight dollars all in all. The price differs depending on the kind of candies you chose.
Then I went to the dry good section to by some pistacchios. I bought six pounds of pistacchios and paid three dollars a pound. Here you can see some dried grains and variety of nuts such as pecans, almonds, peanuts, walnuts, corns, dried peppers, etc.
There's also some selections of fresh produce from fruits and vegetables. I bought a box of ripe, sweet, yellow mangoes for my cousin because I decided to go there later on. Everything you want to use inside the house you can find it here. From drinks to even snacks and junk foods, to toiletries. Everything you can name of. And you can buy it in retail or wholesale. How convenient.....
There's also some vendors selling broiled fresh sweet corn on the sidewalks, which even reminded me of the Philippines. Sometimes they coated it with mayonnaise and sprinkle it with chili powder and salt. It looks yummy to eat but I decided to hold off for now because of the current outbreak of swine flu and hepatitis.
The trailer restaurant selling Mexican food at the nearby street is full of customers devouring their food hungrily. The lady grilling hotdogs and buns with sauteed onions and peppers along the sidewalk is also pleading for some passersby to buy her delicacy. The smell of the hotdog is so enticing and the scent of spice makes me salivate. The blairing music at the nearby Mexican store reverberates all throughout the market place. This suggests how busy that business place is.
After seeing to it that everything was been accomplished I then went to the Flower District which is just two blocks away from the area. There you can see wide array of flowers in different varieties, colors, and sizes.
The wreaths and garlands, as well as the vases with intricate floral arrangements inside some stalls looks appealing to look at. Despite the warning signs not to take pictures and even though it's prohibited to take pictures I still managed to take some to be posted at my Facebook account.
I found a store which sells flower foams that I needed for the floweres for my mom's wake. I bought ten of those just in case.
Then I went to the nearby Macy's store to buy for my sister's white blouse which she needed to wear during the burial. I bought her three.
Then I took off to Long Beach heading straight to my cousin's condominium because I promised him that I will stay there for the whole night. But along the way I was craving for some Church's chicken so I decided to re-route my way and passed by Inglewood to buy a box of it and then went off straight to Long Beach.
When I got at my cousin's place my Aunt was there so we decided to chit-chat a little bit and shared the chickens and mangoes that I brought for dinner. After dinner, my cousin dropped off Tita home and I was left here doing this blog.
Oh.... I had another day spent futilely..... doing nothing but passing time until I'll finally embark for my second trip to Passi City, Philippines. Can't wait to see my folks and see my mom lying cold in a casket.
Santee, is a commercialized area located in downtown Los Angeles. It is divided into several districts like fashion, jewelry, flower, wholesale, warehouse etc. Today, I went to the wholesale district and flower district.
The streets at the downtown is hard to drive because of it's one way street set-up. I got lost because of the turtle-neck traffic so I decided to take the 9th Street alternate all the way to the Fashion district.
Then when I got there I made a left at Maple Street and started to look for the wholesale district. I had an idea where it's at because I knew I passed by that area before but I can't believe I got lost.
But when I arrived there, the parking is hard so I have to drive around for a bit until I got a side street parking for free.
The wholesale district is the area where you can find wide array of things needed for parties, fresh produce, dry goods, etc. You can see some Pinatas hanging up the ceiling luring the passersby. They are of different sizes and colors. It was a beautiful site to look at.
I then looked for a store which sold wide array of candies in sacks. I bought three sacks of assorted candies for only eight dollars all in all. The price differs depending on the kind of candies you chose.
Then I went to the dry good section to by some pistacchios. I bought six pounds of pistacchios and paid three dollars a pound. Here you can see some dried grains and variety of nuts such as pecans, almonds, peanuts, walnuts, corns, dried peppers, etc.
There's also some selections of fresh produce from fruits and vegetables. I bought a box of ripe, sweet, yellow mangoes for my cousin because I decided to go there later on. Everything you want to use inside the house you can find it here. From drinks to even snacks and junk foods, to toiletries. Everything you can name of. And you can buy it in retail or wholesale. How convenient.....
There's also some vendors selling broiled fresh sweet corn on the sidewalks, which even reminded me of the Philippines. Sometimes they coated it with mayonnaise and sprinkle it with chili powder and salt. It looks yummy to eat but I decided to hold off for now because of the current outbreak of swine flu and hepatitis.
The trailer restaurant selling Mexican food at the nearby street is full of customers devouring their food hungrily. The lady grilling hotdogs and buns with sauteed onions and peppers along the sidewalk is also pleading for some passersby to buy her delicacy. The smell of the hotdog is so enticing and the scent of spice makes me salivate. The blairing music at the nearby Mexican store reverberates all throughout the market place. This suggests how busy that business place is.
After seeing to it that everything was been accomplished I then went to the Flower District which is just two blocks away from the area. There you can see wide array of flowers in different varieties, colors, and sizes.
The wreaths and garlands, as well as the vases with intricate floral arrangements inside some stalls looks appealing to look at. Despite the warning signs not to take pictures and even though it's prohibited to take pictures I still managed to take some to be posted at my Facebook account.
I found a store which sells flower foams that I needed for the floweres for my mom's wake. I bought ten of those just in case.
Then I went to the nearby Macy's store to buy for my sister's white blouse which she needed to wear during the burial. I bought her three.
Then I took off to Long Beach heading straight to my cousin's condominium because I promised him that I will stay there for the whole night. But along the way I was craving for some Church's chicken so I decided to re-route my way and passed by Inglewood to buy a box of it and then went off straight to Long Beach.
When I got at my cousin's place my Aunt was there so we decided to chit-chat a little bit and shared the chickens and mangoes that I brought for dinner. After dinner, my cousin dropped off Tita home and I was left here doing this blog.
Oh.... I had another day spent futilely..... doing nothing but passing time until I'll finally embark for my second trip to Passi City, Philippines. Can't wait to see my folks and see my mom lying cold in a casket.
Thursday, July 16, 2009
Easing Away My Grief
It's been six days now since I got back from the Philippines and hearing the sad news about my mom's passing away. I was still off from work until August 8, and still waiting for my second flight home to the Philippines in three days.
Expressions of sympathies and condolences were sincerely posted on my Facebook account and just kept pouring in all the time which really touched me a lot. I felt so emotional and thankful that my circle of friends really cared a lot in times of my family's sorrow and grief. It was so overwhelming. It helped our bereavement process more easy because of the untiring support that kept coming.
I managed to postpone and cancel my trip to France and had it rescheduled at a later time after the burial. I just have to finish all my family affairs and problems first before embarking on a new adventure in discovering another country and their culture. I think I have to taper down my wandering first and just focus first on my grieving process.
The previous days I've been doing some intermittent shopping for my folks behind and for some things that are needed for the wake. But most of my time was been spent lying down alone in my room, tapping and playing the keyboard of my laptop, watching my favorite television shows, doing some necessary online blogging, listening to my favorite band group's music of England Dan and John Ford Coley, and sometimes procrastinating badly.
I did managed to do some little chores to divert my undivided attention, sometimes left the apartment in the afternoon and go to church to pray and attend the mass, or sometimes picking and doing some small errands.
I refrained myself from cooking because I will only be staying here for almost a week and then off to the Philippines again. I kept accumulating things that are necessary for me to bring home and some times make some unnecessary calls way back home to just see to it if everything is okay there. I can't help worrying about them there and thinking about them.
At night sleep is so evasive, so I ended up picking and chosing some movies in my wide array of movie collections and kept repeating them, watching them over and over again. My one favorite movie is "Romeo and Juliet", which is my all time favorite. I made a fool of myself sometimes by crying over and over again everytime I watched it.
Sometimes sleep will take effect late on the wee hours of the morning and by the time I woke up after noontime I felt so tired and sleep deprived. Last night I slept at around 4 am and when I woke up at 2 pm I had a splitting headache, just like the feeling of having a hangover.
I immediately took a hot shower which made me a little better. My cold was still evident which made my voice a little deeper and hoarse and my nagging cough kept bothering me all the time added to that my productive phlegm really bothers me a lot and made my chest so tight at times.
I feared it is "Swine Flu" which will neccesitate me to be quarantined during my trip. But I hope it's not. But still I kept popping my Thera-flu and Tylenol pills. So, just in time by Sunday I will be a little better.
After the warm shower I decided to go to my favorite salon and decided to have my long hair trimmed for a little bit. Omar layered it expertly and the end result satisfied me, which really look chic.
Then I went to The Grove and decided to watch Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince since I know it was out yesterday. I purchased a ticket for the 7 pm show and do a little shopping which eventually tempted me to buy some white long sleeve shirts at the Gap store.
The movie was just okay not apart from the book. Good thing I have read and understood the book before or else I will pick up my brains and put all the plot into the right places. It wasn't the very best sequel but at least the essence of the book is still there. It's just a good way for me to get rid of my boredom. At least I got out of my usual surroundings and changed it for quite some time.
Hopefully, this coming Sunday my trip will totally change my whole environment for three weeks and will give me the necessary rest I needed from working too much the previous years. Hopefully my vacation will give me my much needed respite.
Can't wait till I come back to the Philippines again and be with my immediate family mourning and grieving for my mom's death at the same time get rested and feel better from my cold and cough.
Expressions of sympathies and condolences were sincerely posted on my Facebook account and just kept pouring in all the time which really touched me a lot. I felt so emotional and thankful that my circle of friends really cared a lot in times of my family's sorrow and grief. It was so overwhelming. It helped our bereavement process more easy because of the untiring support that kept coming.
I managed to postpone and cancel my trip to France and had it rescheduled at a later time after the burial. I just have to finish all my family affairs and problems first before embarking on a new adventure in discovering another country and their culture. I think I have to taper down my wandering first and just focus first on my grieving process.
The previous days I've been doing some intermittent shopping for my folks behind and for some things that are needed for the wake. But most of my time was been spent lying down alone in my room, tapping and playing the keyboard of my laptop, watching my favorite television shows, doing some necessary online blogging, listening to my favorite band group's music of England Dan and John Ford Coley, and sometimes procrastinating badly.
I did managed to do some little chores to divert my undivided attention, sometimes left the apartment in the afternoon and go to church to pray and attend the mass, or sometimes picking and doing some small errands.
I refrained myself from cooking because I will only be staying here for almost a week and then off to the Philippines again. I kept accumulating things that are necessary for me to bring home and some times make some unnecessary calls way back home to just see to it if everything is okay there. I can't help worrying about them there and thinking about them.
At night sleep is so evasive, so I ended up picking and chosing some movies in my wide array of movie collections and kept repeating them, watching them over and over again. My one favorite movie is "Romeo and Juliet", which is my all time favorite. I made a fool of myself sometimes by crying over and over again everytime I watched it.
Sometimes sleep will take effect late on the wee hours of the morning and by the time I woke up after noontime I felt so tired and sleep deprived. Last night I slept at around 4 am and when I woke up at 2 pm I had a splitting headache, just like the feeling of having a hangover.
I immediately took a hot shower which made me a little better. My cold was still evident which made my voice a little deeper and hoarse and my nagging cough kept bothering me all the time added to that my productive phlegm really bothers me a lot and made my chest so tight at times.
I feared it is "Swine Flu" which will neccesitate me to be quarantined during my trip. But I hope it's not. But still I kept popping my Thera-flu and Tylenol pills. So, just in time by Sunday I will be a little better.
After the warm shower I decided to go to my favorite salon and decided to have my long hair trimmed for a little bit. Omar layered it expertly and the end result satisfied me, which really look chic.
Then I went to The Grove and decided to watch Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince since I know it was out yesterday. I purchased a ticket for the 7 pm show and do a little shopping which eventually tempted me to buy some white long sleeve shirts at the Gap store.
The movie was just okay not apart from the book. Good thing I have read and understood the book before or else I will pick up my brains and put all the plot into the right places. It wasn't the very best sequel but at least the essence of the book is still there. It's just a good way for me to get rid of my boredom. At least I got out of my usual surroundings and changed it for quite some time.
Hopefully, this coming Sunday my trip will totally change my whole environment for three weeks and will give me the necessary rest I needed from working too much the previous years. Hopefully my vacation will give me my much needed respite.
Can't wait till I come back to the Philippines again and be with my immediate family mourning and grieving for my mom's death at the same time get rested and feel better from my cold and cough.
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Where Do I Go From Here
I woke up with a splitting headache may be from my bad cold and sleepless nights. My throat is dry and my phlegm sticks down to my throat hard to expectorate. The night was so humid which was so uncomfortable and I went to sleep late because of it.
I started to look for my iPhone and played my iPod. I was listening to my favorite band England Dan and John Ford Coley and can't help thinking about my mom. I still can't get over with my sad moments with her and as I listened to the songs my tears fell down and I started to sob and cry.
I kept playing their song "Where Do I Go From Here" and played it over and over by putting it on a replay mode and lay on my bed staring blankly on the ceiling in the four corners of my lonely room and contemplated deeply of my recent past memories with her. I can't help but to keep crying and feel down. I felt so pathetic but at least it's my only way to remember her back in my remote mind.
And so the song says, "Autumn days, Lying on a bed of leaves, Watching clouds up through the trees, You said our love was more than time, But its colder now, The trees are bare and the nights are long, I can't get warm since you've been gone, And I can't stop singing sad songs."
The chorus says, "Where do I go from here? Tell me where do I go from here, You said you'd take me through the years, So where do I go from here?"
And the last stanza says, " Lovers plans, Like falling leaves on windy days, Flutter past and then fly away, I thought I know you oh so well, And I need you now, I need to feel you in the night, I need you smiling so warm and bright, I wish my mind could let you go."
Although it was a love song but it was apt for my love to my dear mother. The first stanza depicts my longing for her motherly love. That I am helpless without her. That everything is sad when she's gone. And everything around me is empty and the nights seems long without her. And I can't stop listening to sad songs and breakdown.
The last stanza depicts our plans together. It's like passing time that elapsed and go away without coming back. And as my life feel lonely without her I still long for her bright smiles and her good spirits. I wish I could stop thinking about her but I couldn't because I really love and missed her so. I thought I knew her so well, but I think I did not. But deep inside I know how she loved me unconditionally.
The chorus is asking questions of what will happen now that she's gone. I totally believed that she'll take me through the years but she already left me alone and helpless. May be she just wanted me to be strong and grow steadfast against adversities. She knows that I can carry on my life when she's gone and she always believe in my strengths and my perseverance.
But still the question always lingered in me asking "Where Do I go from here?" after she left me in a maze of confusion. I don't know the right answer... and it's up for me to find it out. After all the sun is always shining brightly behind the dark thick clouds.
I started to look for my iPhone and played my iPod. I was listening to my favorite band England Dan and John Ford Coley and can't help thinking about my mom. I still can't get over with my sad moments with her and as I listened to the songs my tears fell down and I started to sob and cry.
I kept playing their song "Where Do I Go From Here" and played it over and over by putting it on a replay mode and lay on my bed staring blankly on the ceiling in the four corners of my lonely room and contemplated deeply of my recent past memories with her. I can't help but to keep crying and feel down. I felt so pathetic but at least it's my only way to remember her back in my remote mind.
And so the song says, "Autumn days, Lying on a bed of leaves, Watching clouds up through the trees, You said our love was more than time, But its colder now, The trees are bare and the nights are long, I can't get warm since you've been gone, And I can't stop singing sad songs."
The chorus says, "Where do I go from here? Tell me where do I go from here, You said you'd take me through the years, So where do I go from here?"
And the last stanza says, " Lovers plans, Like falling leaves on windy days, Flutter past and then fly away, I thought I know you oh so well, And I need you now, I need to feel you in the night, I need you smiling so warm and bright, I wish my mind could let you go."
Although it was a love song but it was apt for my love to my dear mother. The first stanza depicts my longing for her motherly love. That I am helpless without her. That everything is sad when she's gone. And everything around me is empty and the nights seems long without her. And I can't stop listening to sad songs and breakdown.
The last stanza depicts our plans together. It's like passing time that elapsed and go away without coming back. And as my life feel lonely without her I still long for her bright smiles and her good spirits. I wish I could stop thinking about her but I couldn't because I really love and missed her so. I thought I knew her so well, but I think I did not. But deep inside I know how she loved me unconditionally.
The chorus is asking questions of what will happen now that she's gone. I totally believed that she'll take me through the years but she already left me alone and helpless. May be she just wanted me to be strong and grow steadfast against adversities. She knows that I can carry on my life when she's gone and she always believe in my strengths and my perseverance.
But still the question always lingered in me asking "Where Do I go from here?" after she left me in a maze of confusion. I don't know the right answer... and it's up for me to find it out. After all the sun is always shining brightly behind the dark thick clouds.
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Change of Flight
Yesterday when I opened my email to check my scheduled flight for Friday, I was astonished and upset to see it was scheduled for July 29th. I panicked and grabbed the phone, making necessary calls. I felt like being covered with thick dark nimbus clouds.
It was surprising though that my flight was scheduled for July 29th when I ordered it online I was certain that I clicked on July 17th. How did that happen when the window I am choosing was between July 14th and 20th range? Why? That I don't know. How? Still the answer is uncertain. What? The hell I know about it.....
This was the question I couldn't understand. I immediately grabbed the phone and made necessary call at the toll-free number of the Philippine Airlines demanding for the right answers but the agent on the other line couldn't even explain it either.
I could not do otherwise but to tell and instruct her to update my info and just go ahead to charge me of the schedule change. She charged me a whopping $249.00, and asked me to fax my credit card and ID to the office. I got doubtful and uncomfortable of her simple instructions so I asked her to just email me the update change form and see to it that the address and telephone number of the office is indicated on the form, which she immediately complied, so that I can schedule an appointment to talk to the people at their main office in Los Angeles.
So today, upon waking up past noon, I set a goal to go and locate the Philippine Airline's local office in Los Angeles at Century Boulevard to fix the problem. I didn't know where the office is so I rely on the help of my GPS, which brought me to the said address safe and sound.
When I spoke to the clerk about my dilemma she immediately helped me and advised me to just postpone it during the weekdays to prevent extra charges. So I asked her if she can do it, which she eagerly complied.
Instead of charging me $249.00 she only charged me $150, after my long litany of dicussions and explanations of what had happened when I made my online booking. She advised me to just be careful next time when booking online, and have to double check everything before finalizing and submiting requests or orders. I felt a little embarrass about it, judging that I am a cerebral type of person, and got duped by what I did.
She then printed my temporary iterinary and receipt for the necessary fees required for the scheduled change. Then I thanked her for her unbiased help and good customer care service. She was a nice lady, too.
Now I felt secured that I scheduled my flight back home for my mom's wake and burial. Even though I have to stay for two more days, I know I will be there eventually, and I can't help but to worry about what will I expect and see when I arrived there.
Okay folks, although everything is still in chaos and my mind is boggly, I know we can be together again and will be seeing soon. Ciao...
It was surprising though that my flight was scheduled for July 29th when I ordered it online I was certain that I clicked on July 17th. How did that happen when the window I am choosing was between July 14th and 20th range? Why? That I don't know. How? Still the answer is uncertain. What? The hell I know about it.....
This was the question I couldn't understand. I immediately grabbed the phone and made necessary call at the toll-free number of the Philippine Airlines demanding for the right answers but the agent on the other line couldn't even explain it either.
I could not do otherwise but to tell and instruct her to update my info and just go ahead to charge me of the schedule change. She charged me a whopping $249.00, and asked me to fax my credit card and ID to the office. I got doubtful and uncomfortable of her simple instructions so I asked her to just email me the update change form and see to it that the address and telephone number of the office is indicated on the form, which she immediately complied, so that I can schedule an appointment to talk to the people at their main office in Los Angeles.
So today, upon waking up past noon, I set a goal to go and locate the Philippine Airline's local office in Los Angeles at Century Boulevard to fix the problem. I didn't know where the office is so I rely on the help of my GPS, which brought me to the said address safe and sound.
When I spoke to the clerk about my dilemma she immediately helped me and advised me to just postpone it during the weekdays to prevent extra charges. So I asked her if she can do it, which she eagerly complied.
Instead of charging me $249.00 she only charged me $150, after my long litany of dicussions and explanations of what had happened when I made my online booking. She advised me to just be careful next time when booking online, and have to double check everything before finalizing and submiting requests or orders. I felt a little embarrass about it, judging that I am a cerebral type of person, and got duped by what I did.
She then printed my temporary iterinary and receipt for the necessary fees required for the scheduled change. Then I thanked her for her unbiased help and good customer care service. She was a nice lady, too.
Now I felt secured that I scheduled my flight back home for my mom's wake and burial. Even though I have to stay for two more days, I know I will be there eventually, and I can't help but to worry about what will I expect and see when I arrived there.
Okay folks, although everything is still in chaos and my mind is boggly, I know we can be together again and will be seeing soon. Ciao...
Kuya George's Birthday
As I mourn my mom's death, I couldn't help feeling sad and homesick. I was so alone in my room and was thinking blankly. I don't know what to do.
I have a little cold may be from too much stress and fatigue from my trip. I feel warm and feverish so I decided to pop some Advil and Thera-flu pills. I felt well at an instant. So I started to call my friend Luis to come over and we watched horror movies.
We watched Blair Witch 1 and 2, Sixth Sense, The Others, Unbreakable, and Signs. It was a marathon of horror and suspense movies, which actually helped me divert my attention from being sad and lonely. I was happy that my best friend was with me entertaining me on this sad times. Never been better actually...
We did nothing the whole day but watched movies. The previous night I stayed at my cousin Val's condominium only to end up being left alone because Val was been called on to work. He was on call that night, and had to work until noon. I did nothing there but to tap and played with his computer and ordered the bereavement card which will be intended to be distributed after the burial. Then I went home the next day and do some necessary chores and cleaning up inside my pad. Then I called Luis to come over and the movie marathon started off.
I got a call at 4 pm from Kuya George, my best friend and partner in crime, that he and the gang (with Kuya Robert, Kuya Millet, and Kuya John) are waiting for me at The Marmalade Cafe at The Grove to celebrate his birthday. How could I forget that it was Kuya George's birthday? I thought it was past already on July 7th, but I was wrong. So I told him that me and Luis are on our way.
We arrived at The Marmalade Cafe with the whole gang midway their dinner so we immediately ordered ours too. I had a three course meal of salad, brisket, and tiramisu while Luis only ordered cheeseburger and fries. It was funny though because the waiter gave Luis a sweet potato fries instead of the regular fries. He tried to gobble some but he did not like it. So he ended up not finishing the poor fries. Hehehe. And the waiter kept flirting with him.... poor Luis.
Kuya George was a whopping 45 years old yesterday, but he's still the usual flirty and happy-go-lucky guy you can see and I know. Even though he has a lot of problems but still he managed to be jolly. His philosophy is that "Why worry when you can be happy." I always envy him sometimes because even though he is always in a bind in his life's routine but still he always cheer me up and the other people that surrounds him. There is always no dull moment when you're with him. He's always effectively zany, hilariously funny, and charmingly jovial. And he is my best friend.
So Kuya George, on your 45th birthday, I wish you more "lalake" and "dyowa" on your way. Hehehe... You know what I mean. I wish you happiness even though you always had some hardships. Always remember I'm here all the time to support you no matter what. You are a rare friend to me. I know we have our dark moments, and I thank you for understanding me. Our friendship always stood great with and from all the test of time. And I am proud to have met you and have you in my life. Thanks for treasuring our friendship and keeping my trust. Happy birthday and I love you so so much..... You're more than a brother or sister to me, either way.
May you have many more birthdays to come, more candle sticks to blow, and soft cakes to slice. And ultimately I am praying that all your dreams will come true including winning a super and mega lotto. hehehe.... 1 2 3 4... and God bless.
I have a little cold may be from too much stress and fatigue from my trip. I feel warm and feverish so I decided to pop some Advil and Thera-flu pills. I felt well at an instant. So I started to call my friend Luis to come over and we watched horror movies.
We watched Blair Witch 1 and 2, Sixth Sense, The Others, Unbreakable, and Signs. It was a marathon of horror and suspense movies, which actually helped me divert my attention from being sad and lonely. I was happy that my best friend was with me entertaining me on this sad times. Never been better actually...
We did nothing the whole day but watched movies. The previous night I stayed at my cousin Val's condominium only to end up being left alone because Val was been called on to work. He was on call that night, and had to work until noon. I did nothing there but to tap and played with his computer and ordered the bereavement card which will be intended to be distributed after the burial. Then I went home the next day and do some necessary chores and cleaning up inside my pad. Then I called Luis to come over and the movie marathon started off.
I got a call at 4 pm from Kuya George, my best friend and partner in crime, that he and the gang (with Kuya Robert, Kuya Millet, and Kuya John) are waiting for me at The Marmalade Cafe at The Grove to celebrate his birthday. How could I forget that it was Kuya George's birthday? I thought it was past already on July 7th, but I was wrong. So I told him that me and Luis are on our way.
We arrived at The Marmalade Cafe with the whole gang midway their dinner so we immediately ordered ours too. I had a three course meal of salad, brisket, and tiramisu while Luis only ordered cheeseburger and fries. It was funny though because the waiter gave Luis a sweet potato fries instead of the regular fries. He tried to gobble some but he did not like it. So he ended up not finishing the poor fries. Hehehe. And the waiter kept flirting with him.... poor Luis.
Kuya George was a whopping 45 years old yesterday, but he's still the usual flirty and happy-go-lucky guy you can see and I know. Even though he has a lot of problems but still he managed to be jolly. His philosophy is that "Why worry when you can be happy." I always envy him sometimes because even though he is always in a bind in his life's routine but still he always cheer me up and the other people that surrounds him. There is always no dull moment when you're with him. He's always effectively zany, hilariously funny, and charmingly jovial. And he is my best friend.
So Kuya George, on your 45th birthday, I wish you more "lalake" and "dyowa" on your way. Hehehe... You know what I mean. I wish you happiness even though you always had some hardships. Always remember I'm here all the time to support you no matter what. You are a rare friend to me. I know we have our dark moments, and I thank you for understanding me. Our friendship always stood great with and from all the test of time. And I am proud to have met you and have you in my life. Thanks for treasuring our friendship and keeping my trust. Happy birthday and I love you so so much..... You're more than a brother or sister to me, either way.
May you have many more birthdays to come, more candle sticks to blow, and soft cakes to slice. And ultimately I am praying that all your dreams will come true including winning a super and mega lotto. hehehe.... 1 2 3 4... and God bless.
Sunday, July 12, 2009
Painful Despedida
It is still fresh in my mind how I saw my mom dying slowly on her deathbed. It was just four days ago that I have spoke to her heart to heart. Her remote memories slowly ebbed away as the pea size tumor on her head gradually grows and compressed her fragile brain.
It was three years ago, that I've seen her a little stronger and able to respond well to conversation but with slight memory lapses. But she looks too well, that she can walk without assistance. Her thin and scrawny structure appears alarming but she is as healthy as a running horse.
Now that I came back after three years, she looks gaunt and emaciated. Added to that she looks dehydrated and acidotic to look at. She was chasing her breath and her cough appeared real tight and non-productive. She appears to be gasping and out of breath which necessitates her to be placed on oxygen via a nasal cannula. Her breath sounds when auscultated sounded wheezy and tight, as if her airways clamped down and become constricted in her every effort to breath in air and sustain her fragile body with needed oxygen.
I was suspecting she accumulated some fluids in her vulnerable lungs. I can hear the gurgling sound everytime she takes in air. I am imagining a fish who got out of the bowl and was gasping for air and water racing its tiny mouth for every tiny bit of air it can get to survive temporarily. As if she was drowned in a tub of water and struggling for air.
On a Friday morning at 3 am she complained to me that her chest was painful everytime she coughs. I calmed her down and assured her that I will secure a prescription for a cough medicine. I told her that I will just go out the room and buy her cough medicine. But when I came back and about to give her the cough syrup I noticed that she was already unconscious and her nails appears bluish and cyanotic.
I then tapped her face and do everything I could to arouse her but she's not responding to my call. Her senses were now robbed and panicked set in with me.
I realized that she is hypoxic so I crank up the oxygen to a maximum as much as possible. Then called for the doctor and told her what had happened. When I came back to the room I immediately grabbed the nebulizer and gave her some aerosol treatments. The aminophylline drip was been increased to aid in dilating her airways but still to no avail. After giving the treatments she started to open up again but still not arousable. I waited for a little while and then I come into terms that she will gave way anytime soon, on the day of my departure.
I am leaving that day at 10 am, bound to go back to America, to start my three weeks sojourn to France. And I know it was a bad timing because of my mom's bad condition. I can't do otherwise but to continue my trip or else worse comes to worse I will make some ammedments if something bad happen.
I left the hospital and left my mom with the caretaker and headed to tell all my siblings to prepare for something worse. I also told my mom's aunt what I am expecting and that I want her to take care of everything, when I am gone, if something omimous will happen and assured her that I will come back soon if worse comes to worse.
Then my gut feeling was right. I was in Guam when my plane had a lay over and then the black crows started to squawk heralding me the bad news. The weather in Guam was overcast and it was raining in the Philippines when I left. The skies was cryng when I left the Philippines announcing me the bad omen but I told myself to be strong and be ready for whatever will happen.
I came back to Los Angeles at 5 am on a Saturday morning, a day after when my mom passed away. I want to cry but I couldn't. I felt so numb and anesthetized with my memories with her when I took care of her at the hospital. I was still in shock and denial, and my lonely room added some sense of loneliness and emptiness to me, so I called my best friend and pleaded to him to let me stay at his place for a night, which he totally understood. I opened my facebook and all the outpouring of support and sympathies were been made by my nearest relatives and close friends which even made me feel so homesick and lonely.
So I went to church and prayed there for hours, sobbed, and cried alone. Then there I felt good because my bottled emotions were all been released and came undone.
I called back home and checked for their situation. And I then decided to postpone my trip to France and pledge to take care of this family tragedy first and then plan to travel at a later time.
My second homecoming will commence this comming Friday and now I will see my mom lying cold in a suffocating and narrow coffin. She could not hear me anymore and couldn't feel that I care for her. She is officially dead now and I couldn't show her what I feel. It was a painful goodbye for me and I know I will surely missed her.
I know she is with her Creator and happily waiting for me in the other part of life.
It was three years ago, that I've seen her a little stronger and able to respond well to conversation but with slight memory lapses. But she looks too well, that she can walk without assistance. Her thin and scrawny structure appears alarming but she is as healthy as a running horse.
Now that I came back after three years, she looks gaunt and emaciated. Added to that she looks dehydrated and acidotic to look at. She was chasing her breath and her cough appeared real tight and non-productive. She appears to be gasping and out of breath which necessitates her to be placed on oxygen via a nasal cannula. Her breath sounds when auscultated sounded wheezy and tight, as if her airways clamped down and become constricted in her every effort to breath in air and sustain her fragile body with needed oxygen.
I was suspecting she accumulated some fluids in her vulnerable lungs. I can hear the gurgling sound everytime she takes in air. I am imagining a fish who got out of the bowl and was gasping for air and water racing its tiny mouth for every tiny bit of air it can get to survive temporarily. As if she was drowned in a tub of water and struggling for air.
On a Friday morning at 3 am she complained to me that her chest was painful everytime she coughs. I calmed her down and assured her that I will secure a prescription for a cough medicine. I told her that I will just go out the room and buy her cough medicine. But when I came back and about to give her the cough syrup I noticed that she was already unconscious and her nails appears bluish and cyanotic.
I then tapped her face and do everything I could to arouse her but she's not responding to my call. Her senses were now robbed and panicked set in with me.
I realized that she is hypoxic so I crank up the oxygen to a maximum as much as possible. Then called for the doctor and told her what had happened. When I came back to the room I immediately grabbed the nebulizer and gave her some aerosol treatments. The aminophylline drip was been increased to aid in dilating her airways but still to no avail. After giving the treatments she started to open up again but still not arousable. I waited for a little while and then I come into terms that she will gave way anytime soon, on the day of my departure.
I am leaving that day at 10 am, bound to go back to America, to start my three weeks sojourn to France. And I know it was a bad timing because of my mom's bad condition. I can't do otherwise but to continue my trip or else worse comes to worse I will make some ammedments if something bad happen.
I left the hospital and left my mom with the caretaker and headed to tell all my siblings to prepare for something worse. I also told my mom's aunt what I am expecting and that I want her to take care of everything, when I am gone, if something omimous will happen and assured her that I will come back soon if worse comes to worse.
Then my gut feeling was right. I was in Guam when my plane had a lay over and then the black crows started to squawk heralding me the bad news. The weather in Guam was overcast and it was raining in the Philippines when I left. The skies was cryng when I left the Philippines announcing me the bad omen but I told myself to be strong and be ready for whatever will happen.
I came back to Los Angeles at 5 am on a Saturday morning, a day after when my mom passed away. I want to cry but I couldn't. I felt so numb and anesthetized with my memories with her when I took care of her at the hospital. I was still in shock and denial, and my lonely room added some sense of loneliness and emptiness to me, so I called my best friend and pleaded to him to let me stay at his place for a night, which he totally understood. I opened my facebook and all the outpouring of support and sympathies were been made by my nearest relatives and close friends which even made me feel so homesick and lonely.
So I went to church and prayed there for hours, sobbed, and cried alone. Then there I felt good because my bottled emotions were all been released and came undone.
I called back home and checked for their situation. And I then decided to postpone my trip to France and pledge to take care of this family tragedy first and then plan to travel at a later time.
My second homecoming will commence this comming Friday and now I will see my mom lying cold in a suffocating and narrow coffin. She could not hear me anymore and couldn't feel that I care for her. She is officially dead now and I couldn't show her what I feel. It was a painful goodbye for me and I know I will surely missed her.
I know she is with her Creator and happily waiting for me in the other part of life.
Cebu City Getaways
July 7th, a Tuesday, me and my little sister left Passi for a little getaway to Cebu City. I promised my little sis that I will treat her for a little trip out of our own dismal and busy town and at the same time visiting an old college friend.
We left Passi early at 4 am and catch a bus but instead we took a jeepney because buses passed by late. We arrived at the city at 5:30 am and we immediately hopped in one of the taxicab to dropped us at the airport in Santa Barbara.
We arrived at Iloilo International Airport one hour early for our early morning flight. After passing through the rigorous inspection at the airport we took a quick breakfast at one of the cafe inside the airport and checked-in after that.
We boarded the plane at 7:30 am and then we taxied the runway and left for Cebu. The flight was less than an hour and it was a smooth one. We arrived at Mactan International Airport not knowing where to go so we decided to hire a taxicab for 2000 pesos for an eight hour tour. It was a cheap offer so I advised the dutiful taxi driver to just show us around the best of Cebu City, cautiously telling him that one of my goal for this trip is to see a lighthouse to add for my lighthouse pics collection on Facebook.
First stop is Lapu-lapu Shrine Park. The driver drove us to the park and waited for us while we checked-out the park. We took several pictures and browsed the kiosk selling memorabilias and mementos. The park was well maintained and clean.
After that we left and passed by Mandaue City and crossed the Mactan Bridge toward the city proper. But before that we looked for an internet cafe for me to locate the address of the nearby lighthouse for us to visit. I printed the site and handed it to the driver which he immediately complied to locate.
We had a hard time locating the lighthouse site but after several inquiries and about forty-five minutes of driving around we found the lighthouse in Brgy. Catarman, Liloan, Cebu which is not far from the city. The robust structure stood valiantly at the tip of the bay in Bagacay Point illuminating the passing ships and boats at night. It was a tall abandoned structure but still operational. I felt so compelled to take a lot of pictures of it and my excitement to watch it's powerful aura could not be traced and fathomed. I was so exceedingly delighted to see it and excited to show it to my little sis who amazingly agreed that it was a pretty sight to ponder and look at. I was so fulfilled that time that I couldn't explain my sheer delight and happiness.
Although the day was so hot and humid, I did not mind it as long as I can take a lot of pictures of the lighthouse and capture it beautifully in my camera and stored it in the memory card. We tour around the place and peruse the building and it's surrounding structures.
After filling our eyes with the beauty of the edifice we set out for another destination. Our driver took an alternate route to the heart of Liloan and there we saw another lighthouse replica at the entrance of the town. He parked the cab at the curb for a few minutes while I was taking several pictures of the faux lighthouse. Then we left and drove towards the city.
I instructed the driver to bring us at Magellan's cross where we have to re-route ourselves because of the congested traffic in going to the downtown proper where the cross is at. It took us less than an hour to get there and he dropped us for a little bit while we went to see the small building which looks like a concrete gazebo.
We were greeted with the dancing ladies who were willing to pray for somebody's faithful intentions to see and watch the cross. The cross is a black wooden scrawny stick standing in the middle of the gazebo. The ceiling was been painted with historical pictures depicting the Spaniards landing in Cebu City headed by Ferdinand Magellan in the 1500's. We took several pictures of the building and the surrounding structures including the city hall on the east side. Then we left for another destination.
Next stop was Fort San Pedro. Our driver dutifully took another route and dropped us off of the fort where the Spaniards built to protect them from the local's assault during the Spanish regime. The Fort appears like a replica of the one in Manila. After paying the necessary entrance fee, we peruse the whole are teeming with different plants, herbs, and floras. It seems like the fort was been transformed into a botanical garden. Again, we took several pictures with the help of the charming guards who patrol around the area. But alas, I was so worried because my camera is flashing battery sign which will be depleted soon.
We were so tired now so I instructed the driver to find us a hotel near the mall so that it would be easy for us to go shopping after we rested at the hotel. But before that, we went to eat lunch at a nearby restaurant and eat seafoods and fish then we went to look for a decent hotel. The driver dropped us at Regent Hotel and after we verified for an available room we paid him for his excellent service in showing us around the city although we didn't really saw everything around.
We then retire for a while at the hotel and then went to Cebu City Ayala Mall and shopped for our clothes that night and the next next for we only travel light. We also bought some clothes and shoes for my mom. We roam around the mall and enjoyed the hustle and bustle of the oncoming shoppers and passersby. The mall looks modern-contemporary and very chic. When we got tired shopping we took a snack and rest at TGI Fridays at the other end of the mall and waited for Mishna in front of Starbuck's Cafe.
Mishna arrived after two hours then we had a long talk. Mishna still looks pretty and slender and as if she did not aged. We decided to eat out so she told me that we need to get a taxicab and transfer to The Walk Restaurant. There we continued our conversation while enjoying eating seafoods and local foods. The night grew deeper so we decided to part ways promising to see each other again the next morning.
We immediately took a cab and had us dropped off at the hotel. My sister and I were so tired and exhausted of the whole day's activities so we went to retire to bed early.
The next day, we woke up at 5 am and talked about our little getaway. I was glad my little sis was satisfied and happy about it and at the same time see and talk to my former college buddy. We then readied ourselves and went down for the continental breakfast that the hotel was offering to its customers.
After the breakfast we waited for Mishna at the lobby and checked-out. We bade our goodbyes to her and she was grateful and appreciative that I came to see her despite of my hectic and busy schedule.
We then texted our driver who showed us around the city yesterday and he came to pick us up. He showed us around for the last time again a little bit around downtown area and helped us look for some "pasalubong" for our folks we left at Passi. Then he dropped us off at the airport.
Our trip was fun and memorable. At least we have a little glimpse of Cebu City and its surrounding areas. The notorious queen city of the south where all the people were noted to be carefree and nice. And welcoming and warm to visiting tourists like us. I wont hesitate to come back here again and spend another day in a warm, humid, and cozy weather of the rainy days. The city boast a lot of places to see and peruse and is full of promising things to bring home.
Aaah... I wish I could come back and spend more time to peruse the area and see more lighthouses which I go cucko of. I might see the nice people around again and the welcoming and polite cab drivers that greeted us at the airport. The delicacies were so tempting which I wont hesitate to try. I was so jaded and mesmerized about the place and was bound to come back here again or worst buy a property and live here.
Cebu City ..... home of the most charming Cebuanos and the second biggest city of the country. I love this trip and I can't imagine not coming back here again.
We left Passi early at 4 am and catch a bus but instead we took a jeepney because buses passed by late. We arrived at the city at 5:30 am and we immediately hopped in one of the taxicab to dropped us at the airport in Santa Barbara.
We arrived at Iloilo International Airport one hour early for our early morning flight. After passing through the rigorous inspection at the airport we took a quick breakfast at one of the cafe inside the airport and checked-in after that.
We boarded the plane at 7:30 am and then we taxied the runway and left for Cebu. The flight was less than an hour and it was a smooth one. We arrived at Mactan International Airport not knowing where to go so we decided to hire a taxicab for 2000 pesos for an eight hour tour. It was a cheap offer so I advised the dutiful taxi driver to just show us around the best of Cebu City, cautiously telling him that one of my goal for this trip is to see a lighthouse to add for my lighthouse pics collection on Facebook.
First stop is Lapu-lapu Shrine Park. The driver drove us to the park and waited for us while we checked-out the park. We took several pictures and browsed the kiosk selling memorabilias and mementos. The park was well maintained and clean.
After that we left and passed by Mandaue City and crossed the Mactan Bridge toward the city proper. But before that we looked for an internet cafe for me to locate the address of the nearby lighthouse for us to visit. I printed the site and handed it to the driver which he immediately complied to locate.
We had a hard time locating the lighthouse site but after several inquiries and about forty-five minutes of driving around we found the lighthouse in Brgy. Catarman, Liloan, Cebu which is not far from the city. The robust structure stood valiantly at the tip of the bay in Bagacay Point illuminating the passing ships and boats at night. It was a tall abandoned structure but still operational. I felt so compelled to take a lot of pictures of it and my excitement to watch it's powerful aura could not be traced and fathomed. I was so exceedingly delighted to see it and excited to show it to my little sis who amazingly agreed that it was a pretty sight to ponder and look at. I was so fulfilled that time that I couldn't explain my sheer delight and happiness.
Although the day was so hot and humid, I did not mind it as long as I can take a lot of pictures of the lighthouse and capture it beautifully in my camera and stored it in the memory card. We tour around the place and peruse the building and it's surrounding structures.
After filling our eyes with the beauty of the edifice we set out for another destination. Our driver took an alternate route to the heart of Liloan and there we saw another lighthouse replica at the entrance of the town. He parked the cab at the curb for a few minutes while I was taking several pictures of the faux lighthouse. Then we left and drove towards the city.
I instructed the driver to bring us at Magellan's cross where we have to re-route ourselves because of the congested traffic in going to the downtown proper where the cross is at. It took us less than an hour to get there and he dropped us for a little bit while we went to see the small building which looks like a concrete gazebo.
We were greeted with the dancing ladies who were willing to pray for somebody's faithful intentions to see and watch the cross. The cross is a black wooden scrawny stick standing in the middle of the gazebo. The ceiling was been painted with historical pictures depicting the Spaniards landing in Cebu City headed by Ferdinand Magellan in the 1500's. We took several pictures of the building and the surrounding structures including the city hall on the east side. Then we left for another destination.
Next stop was Fort San Pedro. Our driver dutifully took another route and dropped us off of the fort where the Spaniards built to protect them from the local's assault during the Spanish regime. The Fort appears like a replica of the one in Manila. After paying the necessary entrance fee, we peruse the whole are teeming with different plants, herbs, and floras. It seems like the fort was been transformed into a botanical garden. Again, we took several pictures with the help of the charming guards who patrol around the area. But alas, I was so worried because my camera is flashing battery sign which will be depleted soon.
We were so tired now so I instructed the driver to find us a hotel near the mall so that it would be easy for us to go shopping after we rested at the hotel. But before that, we went to eat lunch at a nearby restaurant and eat seafoods and fish then we went to look for a decent hotel. The driver dropped us at Regent Hotel and after we verified for an available room we paid him for his excellent service in showing us around the city although we didn't really saw everything around.
We then retire for a while at the hotel and then went to Cebu City Ayala Mall and shopped for our clothes that night and the next next for we only travel light. We also bought some clothes and shoes for my mom. We roam around the mall and enjoyed the hustle and bustle of the oncoming shoppers and passersby. The mall looks modern-contemporary and very chic. When we got tired shopping we took a snack and rest at TGI Fridays at the other end of the mall and waited for Mishna in front of Starbuck's Cafe.
Mishna arrived after two hours then we had a long talk. Mishna still looks pretty and slender and as if she did not aged. We decided to eat out so she told me that we need to get a taxicab and transfer to The Walk Restaurant. There we continued our conversation while enjoying eating seafoods and local foods. The night grew deeper so we decided to part ways promising to see each other again the next morning.
We immediately took a cab and had us dropped off at the hotel. My sister and I were so tired and exhausted of the whole day's activities so we went to retire to bed early.
The next day, we woke up at 5 am and talked about our little getaway. I was glad my little sis was satisfied and happy about it and at the same time see and talk to my former college buddy. We then readied ourselves and went down for the continental breakfast that the hotel was offering to its customers.
After the breakfast we waited for Mishna at the lobby and checked-out. We bade our goodbyes to her and she was grateful and appreciative that I came to see her despite of my hectic and busy schedule.
We then texted our driver who showed us around the city yesterday and he came to pick us up. He showed us around for the last time again a little bit around downtown area and helped us look for some "pasalubong" for our folks we left at Passi. Then he dropped us off at the airport.
Our trip was fun and memorable. At least we have a little glimpse of Cebu City and its surrounding areas. The notorious queen city of the south where all the people were noted to be carefree and nice. And welcoming and warm to visiting tourists like us. I wont hesitate to come back here again and spend another day in a warm, humid, and cozy weather of the rainy days. The city boast a lot of places to see and peruse and is full of promising things to bring home.
Aaah... I wish I could come back and spend more time to peruse the area and see more lighthouses which I go cucko of. I might see the nice people around again and the welcoming and polite cab drivers that greeted us at the airport. The delicacies were so tempting which I wont hesitate to try. I was so jaded and mesmerized about the place and was bound to come back here again or worst buy a property and live here.
Cebu City ..... home of the most charming Cebuanos and the second biggest city of the country. I love this trip and I can't imagine not coming back here again.
Island Hopping In Guimaras Island
Here is the jist of my island hopping escapade in Guimaras with my niece. I tried to blog this long time ago but it didn't went through. So I tried to recall whatever I've done that day to the best of my abilities. So bear with the grammar. Hehehe.
It was July 4th when me and my niece set out a journey to Guimaras Island to visit a friend's family. It was a foggy humid morning when we left my hometown. We took a bus going to Iloilo City and then transferred to a jeepney to the heart of the city to have breakfast at Chowking in Casa Plaza Atrium. After the breakfast we hired a taxicab to drop us off at the "pantalan" or pier for the motorboat in going to Jordan which is the capital of Guimaras.
I was so excited for this trip because it was my first time to go the the island. I have a lot of expectations in me about the place and I couldn't wait to unfurl and fulfill those goals.
The boat ride only took less than thirty minutes. We docked at Jordan, Guimaras. The capital is a small town with mostly fishing as their means of livelihood. The pier were full of small fishing boats. Their market is teeming with fresh fish on that early morn when we get there.
We immediately hired a multicab and drove to Punta Punting Beach, in Sibunag, Sabang, Guimaras. We passed several towns and barrios. We also passed several rice fields, mango and acacia groves, and a lot of fishponds. The road was so rough and rugged added to that the ride was so bumpy which made my butt and body sore after almost over an hour of being shooked, hit, and bumped inside the cab.
When we reach Punta Punting Beach, our final destination, we were eagerly welcomed by our host, my friend's brother and showed us around the whole property. The beach was so quite and serene, the scenery were so pristine and unexploited. It was an awesome picture of nature, a perfect hideaway for people who seek a well deserved respite. I was in love with the place. After meeting my friend's mother and a little chit-chat we were treated with a drink of buko juice fresh from the fruit itself. It's a good feeling to be treated so special that way. They were so welcoming and nice.
Frankie set us out to an island hopping escapades for the whole day. The "bangka" or pumpboat we road was well equipped and the two guides who went with us were so supportive and approachable.
The first island we went was Nagarao Island. I heard about this famous place before during my college days. It was so famous that most of my classmates went here before and had their excursions. But gone are those beautiful white sandy beach. The island now looks abadoned. The building were not well-maintained and are closed. The waiting sheds on the beach were roofless and the beach itself appears unclean and dirty. Even the little forest inside the island is so lush and not well maintained. The trek were covered with tall grass and the dried leaves from the tall trees were left to rot on the ground. We did not stayed long in that island because there's nothing to see from it anymore.
We then left and transferred to the next island. The second island is in the La Mesa island. It is quite a medium size island with some inhabitants living near the beach. The beach had white sands and the mangrooves near the beach makes the place looks cool and pretty at a distance. The property was well maintained and it's abound with a few species of tropical floras like santan, apat-apat, bandera espanola, calachuci etc. I took several pictures of it. We stayed there for a while to enjoy the place while waiting for our other guide who left to buy fresh crabs from the nearby store in the other part of the island.
When our guide arrived we set out to hop to another island. As our pumpboat sails on the blue-green water, I couldn't help touch the cold sea water and feel and taste it's saltiness. The sun was out but the wind breeze is cool. We were unmindful of the hot weather which gives us some tan because the air cools it off giving us a humid feeling of the day.
Our next stop is La Aguada Beach Resort. It was an enormous commercial resort. We have to pay an entrance fee to peruse the whole area. We met the proud owner and the beach tourist guide showed us around the big property. They have thier own lobster breeding ground, a helipad, tennis and children's playground, mini-zoo, swimming pools, big and small pvillions and cottages, etc. We ordered some cool mango shakes. The islands staple product are sweet Guimaras mangoes, which are of export quality.
La Aguada Beach Resort is a remote place away from the temptation of modern technology. It boast the pristine and serene grounds of hiding away from the hustle and bustle of city life. It took an hour and a half drive with a pumpboat form the capital and it has it's own private pier and helicopter pad. The cottages are of prime and top quality. No electricity inside the island only gas lamps and torches.
Which even spiced up the living of a primitive life. Hehehe.
After perusing the resort we then left to hop for more islands. But our guides told us that it will be low tide soon so we decided to go back to Punta Punting Beach, our point of origin, because it will be hard to dock soon when it's low tide.
Along the way, I started to checked around 360 degrees. There are small and big tropical islands. Small and big fishing boats even passenger boats passing around with colorful sails. Lush forest and tropical trees seen in each islands. Nice sandy beaches and cool green waters. Even visible coral beds from the boat we are sailing near a shallow shore. It was a beautiful site to watch.
When we arrived at Punta Punting we were again treated with a hearty lunch of grilled Pompano fish, poached Lapu-lapu with patola, camote tops, and tomatoes, and boiled crabs. It was a very good and fulfilling lunch I could not ask for from this little getaway. I could not forget this little trip.
Our host asked us if we could stay for a night I gingerly told him that we need to go home because I still have to check for my mom and be ready for my trip to Cebu the next day.
Helpless to keep us stay, he tried to treat us with a last snack of buko juice and banana cue. My, it was so good. After the snack our hired multicab arrived and we immediately bade our goodbyes and warm appreciation to our dutiful hosts. The clouds started to gather closer which made the afternoon looks gloomy. So we immediately set out and left.
We took an hour of bumpy ride again to Jordan, Guimaras and mid-way the trip the rain poured down. We stopped by at Jordann Public Market to buy some sweet mangoes for us to take home as "pasalubong". Then we took a ferry ride to Iloilo City.
It was a memorable 4th of July for me, away from the colorful fireworks and pompous military parade from the United States. I couldn't forget this trip and it will surely remain in my remote mind forever. How I wish to be back there again and come to feel the warm waters of their cool green beaches.
Hopefully, I will come back there again and celebrate another 4th of July. Who knows.... if God permits.
It was July 4th when me and my niece set out a journey to Guimaras Island to visit a friend's family. It was a foggy humid morning when we left my hometown. We took a bus going to Iloilo City and then transferred to a jeepney to the heart of the city to have breakfast at Chowking in Casa Plaza Atrium. After the breakfast we hired a taxicab to drop us off at the "pantalan" or pier for the motorboat in going to Jordan which is the capital of Guimaras.
I was so excited for this trip because it was my first time to go the the island. I have a lot of expectations in me about the place and I couldn't wait to unfurl and fulfill those goals.
The boat ride only took less than thirty minutes. We docked at Jordan, Guimaras. The capital is a small town with mostly fishing as their means of livelihood. The pier were full of small fishing boats. Their market is teeming with fresh fish on that early morn when we get there.
We immediately hired a multicab and drove to Punta Punting Beach, in Sibunag, Sabang, Guimaras. We passed several towns and barrios. We also passed several rice fields, mango and acacia groves, and a lot of fishponds. The road was so rough and rugged added to that the ride was so bumpy which made my butt and body sore after almost over an hour of being shooked, hit, and bumped inside the cab.
When we reach Punta Punting Beach, our final destination, we were eagerly welcomed by our host, my friend's brother and showed us around the whole property. The beach was so quite and serene, the scenery were so pristine and unexploited. It was an awesome picture of nature, a perfect hideaway for people who seek a well deserved respite. I was in love with the place. After meeting my friend's mother and a little chit-chat we were treated with a drink of buko juice fresh from the fruit itself. It's a good feeling to be treated so special that way. They were so welcoming and nice.
Frankie set us out to an island hopping escapades for the whole day. The "bangka" or pumpboat we road was well equipped and the two guides who went with us were so supportive and approachable.
The first island we went was Nagarao Island. I heard about this famous place before during my college days. It was so famous that most of my classmates went here before and had their excursions. But gone are those beautiful white sandy beach. The island now looks abadoned. The building were not well-maintained and are closed. The waiting sheds on the beach were roofless and the beach itself appears unclean and dirty. Even the little forest inside the island is so lush and not well maintained. The trek were covered with tall grass and the dried leaves from the tall trees were left to rot on the ground. We did not stayed long in that island because there's nothing to see from it anymore.
We then left and transferred to the next island. The second island is in the La Mesa island. It is quite a medium size island with some inhabitants living near the beach. The beach had white sands and the mangrooves near the beach makes the place looks cool and pretty at a distance. The property was well maintained and it's abound with a few species of tropical floras like santan, apat-apat, bandera espanola, calachuci etc. I took several pictures of it. We stayed there for a while to enjoy the place while waiting for our other guide who left to buy fresh crabs from the nearby store in the other part of the island.
When our guide arrived we set out to hop to another island. As our pumpboat sails on the blue-green water, I couldn't help touch the cold sea water and feel and taste it's saltiness. The sun was out but the wind breeze is cool. We were unmindful of the hot weather which gives us some tan because the air cools it off giving us a humid feeling of the day.
Our next stop is La Aguada Beach Resort. It was an enormous commercial resort. We have to pay an entrance fee to peruse the whole area. We met the proud owner and the beach tourist guide showed us around the big property. They have thier own lobster breeding ground, a helipad, tennis and children's playground, mini-zoo, swimming pools, big and small pvillions and cottages, etc. We ordered some cool mango shakes. The islands staple product are sweet Guimaras mangoes, which are of export quality.
La Aguada Beach Resort is a remote place away from the temptation of modern technology. It boast the pristine and serene grounds of hiding away from the hustle and bustle of city life. It took an hour and a half drive with a pumpboat form the capital and it has it's own private pier and helicopter pad. The cottages are of prime and top quality. No electricity inside the island only gas lamps and torches.
Which even spiced up the living of a primitive life. Hehehe.
After perusing the resort we then left to hop for more islands. But our guides told us that it will be low tide soon so we decided to go back to Punta Punting Beach, our point of origin, because it will be hard to dock soon when it's low tide.
Along the way, I started to checked around 360 degrees. There are small and big tropical islands. Small and big fishing boats even passenger boats passing around with colorful sails. Lush forest and tropical trees seen in each islands. Nice sandy beaches and cool green waters. Even visible coral beds from the boat we are sailing near a shallow shore. It was a beautiful site to watch.
When we arrived at Punta Punting we were again treated with a hearty lunch of grilled Pompano fish, poached Lapu-lapu with patola, camote tops, and tomatoes, and boiled crabs. It was a very good and fulfilling lunch I could not ask for from this little getaway. I could not forget this little trip.
Our host asked us if we could stay for a night I gingerly told him that we need to go home because I still have to check for my mom and be ready for my trip to Cebu the next day.
Helpless to keep us stay, he tried to treat us with a last snack of buko juice and banana cue. My, it was so good. After the snack our hired multicab arrived and we immediately bade our goodbyes and warm appreciation to our dutiful hosts. The clouds started to gather closer which made the afternoon looks gloomy. So we immediately set out and left.
We took an hour of bumpy ride again to Jordan, Guimaras and mid-way the trip the rain poured down. We stopped by at Jordann Public Market to buy some sweet mangoes for us to take home as "pasalubong". Then we took a ferry ride to Iloilo City.
It was a memorable 4th of July for me, away from the colorful fireworks and pompous military parade from the United States. I couldn't forget this trip and it will surely remain in my remote mind forever. How I wish to be back there again and come to feel the warm waters of their cool green beaches.
Hopefully, I will come back there again and celebrate another 4th of July. Who knows.... if God permits.
A Soldier In The Rain
Hello guys.... I am back here again after a two weeks vacation from the Philippines taking care of my ailing mom. After being with her for a short time I realized what I've accomplished with her matronly guidance. Without her I am not in my current position and standing. She's the best mom I've ever had. And now that she's gone I felt that I am a soldier standing alone in the pouring rain.
I know I've lagged with my blogging here because of those busy days spent for her care but I know you all will understand. I tried to blog but the ones that I made did not went through after I dedicatedly and deligently wrote it for an infusing one hour. My niece internet connection signal on her laptop is not that good so when I send my featured blog about my escapades in Guimaras it was gone out of nowhere and I realized I couldn't retrieve it anymore.
Now, I have to gather my thoughts after all those busy moments I've been with my mom. Seeing her chasing her breathe and eventually giving up after talking to all her children, I saw her ready to go and it breaks my heart seeing her suffer that way, but I know she is a strong-willed woman and I know she's so fulfilled about our own fate and destiny when she willingly closed her eyes and left her borrowed life.
I know we all have to go back to our Creator eventually and I have to admit that we are all destined to be accountable for what we have done all through out the years that we live and looking back for all those unfolding memories it makes us shudder, wince, laugh, sad, and even cry. It makes our life complete to see that everything is in order when we return our borrowed life to Him.
As I was contemplating in my lonely room I was thinking about all those last short days that I've been with my mom. It was good to see her alive but sad to see her suffer and struggling to hold on to her last breath. I felt so numb and void. My senses seems empty and anesthetized by those intimate spent moments with her so I turned on my iPhone and played sad songs.
Listening to England Dan and John Ford Coley, which is my favorite band of all times because of their story-telling and cool-folk-countryish music, it makes me reminisce everything from the past when my mom is trying to see to it that I am well taken cared of as I grow up.
Here is the lyrics of the song which really touched me a lot and is related to my past memories as I grew up. I will write and enclose the verses in apostrophe and longingly interpret it recalling my past experiences with her.
"The morning clouds are gathering around as I stand on the bridge of river. Years have gone since I was here and I wonder how I differ. Taxicabs keep rolling by and a blind man asks for a change. And here I am a soldier in the rain".
Well, my life as it seems has a lot of ups and downs. As I stand here trying to remember all my past memories as years elapsed I started to wonder how it went and how it become. I went to school and finish college with flying colors, with my mom's guidance. I can see that her unconditional love really helped me pull through the roughs and toughs of life. It was her who started to mold me as a high achiever and I can see now that whatever I've achieved I still have to go back to her and repay whatever she'd done, which I know I couldn't make because of her unconditional love, dedication, and perseverance as a mother couldn't be repayed or bought with money but with the same degree of unconditional love and commitment to serve her back or even more than that.
"Coming home was all I thought of... seeing my family and friends. They say love knows no distance but the lonely never ends. And all along the dreams that possessed my heart never were to plain. And here I am a soldier in the rain."
As I live far from her, I couldn't help thinking about her. I always dream of coming back home, seeing her, and my family and friends. But I have to sacrifice distance and time in order to help her needs. She's not asking for any payments for what she'd done to me as I reaped success but as a loving son I have to because that's how I love her and I couldn't repay her for whatever she'd done but by working away from her and following my calling. They say love knows no bounds and distance and my longing to be with her never cease or stopped, and thanks to technology that I could reached her in just a nick of time. But my life still seems empty even though I've achieved a lot of things in my life. My heart never been the same again without her and she always gives me strength and encouragement to pursue life after all.
"I remember years ago I had so many plans. And now I watch the river flows, time has brought me here with empty hands."
Long time ago, when I first came to America I had a lot of selfish plans for her. I planned to petition her and bring her to live with me. But she is so stubborn and not willing to gave up her motherly role and leave her remaining children from the country. And I felt she betrayed my plans and doesn't love me anymore and wants me to be alone but now I understand her strong intentions and how she feels. I now understand how worried she is about her remaining children when she's gone living with me. So I struggled living on my own, feel lonely and live alone. And as I kept fulfilling my dreams and following my calling I could not stop thinking of her all the time. Life is always empty for me without her and I know she feels the same with me, because I can see it in her eyes how she deeply grieved a lot when all of her love ones slowly went their own separate ways and gradually left her side and disappear. It made her depressed and lonely, too.
"The morning clouds are gathering around and the streets are full of reflections. A traffic light and the moon still bright, people going in different directions. I've thought about why I'm here it's just too hard to explain. And here I am a soldier in the rain."
As I sit now in my lonely room recalling all my last short days with her I wont stop to contemplate or reflect about those sad and happy moments with her. Life is always not good. We have to learn from it. People always goes around and in opposite directions. People chose their own calling and eventually leave their previous places. Life evolves and so people aged. Life is too short and we have to make the most of it. But I still reflect what's my purpose here on earth and why I have my mom as my mother. And it's really hard to fathom the meaning of life unless we have to learn from what we've done, which is our success and our mistakes. Adversities makes us stronger and tough to face life's challenges. Life is a mirror of our inner self and a good teacher of our own beliefs and principles. We chose our own life and we make our own destiny.
And as for me, even though I'm lonely without my mom now, I know she's always around and never leave me alone. I know she is happy with what I've achieved and I owe my life to her. Thanks for your unconditional love for me mom and I love you so so much that I couldn't repay everything you have done and offered for me and expressed any words of gratitude but with my unconditional love for you it will never cease. I know we have our own dark moments but you helped me go through it and we forgot all about our own differences and continue living in harmony and with so much love. And I know someday we will be one again and I just couldn't wait for that happy moment.
I love you and I will always remember you in everything I do. You always have a place in my lonely heart. Thank you for everything and for what you've done. My deepest appreciation and gratitude for all your unconditional love and understanding, and above all for your acceptance for what I am. Until we meet again, my dear mother....
I know I've lagged with my blogging here because of those busy days spent for her care but I know you all will understand. I tried to blog but the ones that I made did not went through after I dedicatedly and deligently wrote it for an infusing one hour. My niece internet connection signal on her laptop is not that good so when I send my featured blog about my escapades in Guimaras it was gone out of nowhere and I realized I couldn't retrieve it anymore.
Now, I have to gather my thoughts after all those busy moments I've been with my mom. Seeing her chasing her breathe and eventually giving up after talking to all her children, I saw her ready to go and it breaks my heart seeing her suffer that way, but I know she is a strong-willed woman and I know she's so fulfilled about our own fate and destiny when she willingly closed her eyes and left her borrowed life.
I know we all have to go back to our Creator eventually and I have to admit that we are all destined to be accountable for what we have done all through out the years that we live and looking back for all those unfolding memories it makes us shudder, wince, laugh, sad, and even cry. It makes our life complete to see that everything is in order when we return our borrowed life to Him.
As I was contemplating in my lonely room I was thinking about all those last short days that I've been with my mom. It was good to see her alive but sad to see her suffer and struggling to hold on to her last breath. I felt so numb and void. My senses seems empty and anesthetized by those intimate spent moments with her so I turned on my iPhone and played sad songs.
Listening to England Dan and John Ford Coley, which is my favorite band of all times because of their story-telling and cool-folk-countryish music, it makes me reminisce everything from the past when my mom is trying to see to it that I am well taken cared of as I grow up.
Here is the lyrics of the song which really touched me a lot and is related to my past memories as I grew up. I will write and enclose the verses in apostrophe and longingly interpret it recalling my past experiences with her.
"The morning clouds are gathering around as I stand on the bridge of river. Years have gone since I was here and I wonder how I differ. Taxicabs keep rolling by and a blind man asks for a change. And here I am a soldier in the rain".
Well, my life as it seems has a lot of ups and downs. As I stand here trying to remember all my past memories as years elapsed I started to wonder how it went and how it become. I went to school and finish college with flying colors, with my mom's guidance. I can see that her unconditional love really helped me pull through the roughs and toughs of life. It was her who started to mold me as a high achiever and I can see now that whatever I've achieved I still have to go back to her and repay whatever she'd done, which I know I couldn't make because of her unconditional love, dedication, and perseverance as a mother couldn't be repayed or bought with money but with the same degree of unconditional love and commitment to serve her back or even more than that.
"Coming home was all I thought of... seeing my family and friends. They say love knows no distance but the lonely never ends. And all along the dreams that possessed my heart never were to plain. And here I am a soldier in the rain."
As I live far from her, I couldn't help thinking about her. I always dream of coming back home, seeing her, and my family and friends. But I have to sacrifice distance and time in order to help her needs. She's not asking for any payments for what she'd done to me as I reaped success but as a loving son I have to because that's how I love her and I couldn't repay her for whatever she'd done but by working away from her and following my calling. They say love knows no bounds and distance and my longing to be with her never cease or stopped, and thanks to technology that I could reached her in just a nick of time. But my life still seems empty even though I've achieved a lot of things in my life. My heart never been the same again without her and she always gives me strength and encouragement to pursue life after all.
"I remember years ago I had so many plans. And now I watch the river flows, time has brought me here with empty hands."
Long time ago, when I first came to America I had a lot of selfish plans for her. I planned to petition her and bring her to live with me. But she is so stubborn and not willing to gave up her motherly role and leave her remaining children from the country. And I felt she betrayed my plans and doesn't love me anymore and wants me to be alone but now I understand her strong intentions and how she feels. I now understand how worried she is about her remaining children when she's gone living with me. So I struggled living on my own, feel lonely and live alone. And as I kept fulfilling my dreams and following my calling I could not stop thinking of her all the time. Life is always empty for me without her and I know she feels the same with me, because I can see it in her eyes how she deeply grieved a lot when all of her love ones slowly went their own separate ways and gradually left her side and disappear. It made her depressed and lonely, too.
"The morning clouds are gathering around and the streets are full of reflections. A traffic light and the moon still bright, people going in different directions. I've thought about why I'm here it's just too hard to explain. And here I am a soldier in the rain."
As I sit now in my lonely room recalling all my last short days with her I wont stop to contemplate or reflect about those sad and happy moments with her. Life is always not good. We have to learn from it. People always goes around and in opposite directions. People chose their own calling and eventually leave their previous places. Life evolves and so people aged. Life is too short and we have to make the most of it. But I still reflect what's my purpose here on earth and why I have my mom as my mother. And it's really hard to fathom the meaning of life unless we have to learn from what we've done, which is our success and our mistakes. Adversities makes us stronger and tough to face life's challenges. Life is a mirror of our inner self and a good teacher of our own beliefs and principles. We chose our own life and we make our own destiny.
And as for me, even though I'm lonely without my mom now, I know she's always around and never leave me alone. I know she is happy with what I've achieved and I owe my life to her. Thanks for your unconditional love for me mom and I love you so so much that I couldn't repay everything you have done and offered for me and expressed any words of gratitude but with my unconditional love for you it will never cease. I know we have our own dark moments but you helped me go through it and we forgot all about our own differences and continue living in harmony and with so much love. And I know someday we will be one again and I just couldn't wait for that happy moment.
I love you and I will always remember you in everything I do. You always have a place in my lonely heart. Thank you for everything and for what you've done. My deepest appreciation and gratitude for all your unconditional love and understanding, and above all for your acceptance for what I am. Until we meet again, my dear mother....
Thursday, July 2, 2009
Labor of Love
Hello guys! I am here again blogging away my thoughts from my previous day experiences.
I was contemplating the other day while I was slicing carrots for my "pansit canton" menu. I decided to cook it for my nephews and nieces. I took over the reins of cooking in the kitchen and I want to do it on my own , alone, trying to show off my talents in cooking which I can really proud of.
I remember when I was a child my father taught me how to help him in the kitchen by letting me slice potatoes or pluck vegetables from its stalks. Also he taught me how to cook rice in a traditional way. As a martinet in the family he wants to be sure that I am able to know all the rigors of kitchen works and this had helped me become an independent person like I am today.
I admire my "tatay's" way of teaching us how to learn household chores at a young age and his patience in guiding us to be a responsible and disciplined child. He is a man with a few words but everytime he utter a word we all listen and emulate him. He set a good example to us. And with his unconditional love to everyone of us I am sure he is admired by all of us.
As I am preparing the ingredients of the recipe I am cooking, I remembered my dad. How he patiently taught me how to slice this and that, how he strictly taught me that every ingredient has to be perfect when I prepare them. I can say that he is partly a perfectionist in his own way. Although he is just human to commit some slight mistakes. But still I always look up on him as I grow up.
Preparing the ingredients and necessary things for the "pansit canton" is so tedious and complicated. I patiently pared the carrots to shape like a star. Cut it so thinly so that it will retain its usual crisp. The cabbage was being selected enough to look green and crunchy. The "Baguio beans" was being de-threaded from its groove so that it will not be stringy. I also prepared the spices and chopped it finely so that its smell, aroma, and taste will be savored excellently. And the premium noodles selected to add for its chewy and starchy flavor. All in all these mixtures of ingredients were chosen with extreme care so that the finished product will be presentable and edible enough as well as taste great.
Preparing, slicing, chopping, mixing, cooking, and garnishing the menu was perfectly done and the effort that I put on was been more than hundred percent perfect and beyond compare. I just want that my immediate family will appreciate my kindness and gratefulness for their presence in my midst during my short vacation. I just want them to taste my "labor of love" in cooking "pansit canton" and for sure they will like it.
And when I reaped their unsolicited satisfaction and approval, the feeling is beyond explanation. Thank God... they sure like it and I feel so fulfilled.
I was contemplating the other day while I was slicing carrots for my "pansit canton" menu. I decided to cook it for my nephews and nieces. I took over the reins of cooking in the kitchen and I want to do it on my own , alone, trying to show off my talents in cooking which I can really proud of.
I remember when I was a child my father taught me how to help him in the kitchen by letting me slice potatoes or pluck vegetables from its stalks. Also he taught me how to cook rice in a traditional way. As a martinet in the family he wants to be sure that I am able to know all the rigors of kitchen works and this had helped me become an independent person like I am today.
I admire my "tatay's" way of teaching us how to learn household chores at a young age and his patience in guiding us to be a responsible and disciplined child. He is a man with a few words but everytime he utter a word we all listen and emulate him. He set a good example to us. And with his unconditional love to everyone of us I am sure he is admired by all of us.
As I am preparing the ingredients of the recipe I am cooking, I remembered my dad. How he patiently taught me how to slice this and that, how he strictly taught me that every ingredient has to be perfect when I prepare them. I can say that he is partly a perfectionist in his own way. Although he is just human to commit some slight mistakes. But still I always look up on him as I grow up.
Preparing the ingredients and necessary things for the "pansit canton" is so tedious and complicated. I patiently pared the carrots to shape like a star. Cut it so thinly so that it will retain its usual crisp. The cabbage was being selected enough to look green and crunchy. The "Baguio beans" was being de-threaded from its groove so that it will not be stringy. I also prepared the spices and chopped it finely so that its smell, aroma, and taste will be savored excellently. And the premium noodles selected to add for its chewy and starchy flavor. All in all these mixtures of ingredients were chosen with extreme care so that the finished product will be presentable and edible enough as well as taste great.
Preparing, slicing, chopping, mixing, cooking, and garnishing the menu was perfectly done and the effort that I put on was been more than hundred percent perfect and beyond compare. I just want that my immediate family will appreciate my kindness and gratefulness for their presence in my midst during my short vacation. I just want them to taste my "labor of love" in cooking "pansit canton" and for sure they will like it.
And when I reaped their unsolicited satisfaction and approval, the feeling is beyond explanation. Thank God... they sure like it and I feel so fulfilled.
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
My Trip Back Home
Hi guys. This is the jist of my itenerary flight to the Philippines as I am starting my ten day vacation back home.
I left Los Angeles on the 28th of June and started my journey back home. I can't sleep that time on the wee hours of Sunday morning and I got lots of mixed emotions in me not to mention the butterflies in my stomach which really made me so anxious and jittery.
My landlord drove and dropped me at LAX at 7:30am. I left my car with his care trusting him that he will take care of it when I'm gone. He dropped me at Tom Bradley International Airport only to know that I have to go to Terminal 6 for Continental Airlines passenger check-in.
Well, Julio already left so I have nothing else to do but to push my luggage cart all the way to Terminal 6 where I need to check in. The line was long and the pace was incredibly slow. I have an hour more to go and my plane will leave soon.
Leaving LAX at 10:00 am my 747 Continental Airlines plane taxied slowly on the runway. I still feel so apprehensive and just couldn't feel at ease. I feel so tired from not sleeping the previous night and sleep still would not take effect while I'm anxiously sitting on my seat.
I started to dug up my romance paperback book that I brought thinking that it will tire me and put me to sleep. But as I started reading the book, I just couldn't put it down. I just couldn't stop turning it page by page, and enjoy the fiery and feisty romance of the main characters. I stopped reading it temporarily after my three hours flight when we layed over in Honolulu International Airport. We arrived there at 2:10 pm.
I then got out of the plane and started looking for my connecting flight to Guam. I went to look for Terminal 14 and waited for another thirty minutes for my connecting flight. Now, I felt tired and sleepy but I couldn't close my eyes because our flight will start boarding passengers shortly.
The seven and a half hours flight to Guam was long and uncomfortable. I can't sleep comfortably because I couldn't extend my legs and sleep while sitting. But due to my extreme fatigue I really need to shut my eyes despite of my uncomfortable position. I don't know how long I dozed off but when I woke up the flight attendants started to deliver our food.
After eating I ordered coffee and started to read again my paperback romance book. I really enjoyed it and almost finished before we docked at Guam International Airport. I then got out of the plane and look for my connecting flight on the monitor and locating the terminal where we will disembark soon.
Leaving Guam at 7:00 pm, the flight attendant told us that the flight will last for three and a half hours. When we arrived in Manila it was already night time. I tok my luggages and placed it on a cart. Then wheeled in at the exit terminal where we were exained for immigration policy procedures. After going through the examinations I got out of the airport and went to Duty Free shops to buy for some things for my pasalubong.
My flight to Iloilo will be on the next morning so I decided to stay at the hotel. I decided to call my friend to pick me up and he then complied. When he arrived at the airport I was coming out of the Duty Free Store and we then look for a nearby hotel in Pasay City.
I dropped my luggage of at the hotel after we secured an affrdable room for a night stay. We then headed to Dampa Market to have a good dinner. We selected fresh sea foods and fish for our hearty dinner. My friend was very kind to give me company that night before I will finally go home to the province.
After dinner, we stroll a little bit at Roxas Boulevard and exchange each other's stories about our own different lives. It was a great quiet time for us to be together again after several years of not seeing each other and I was so happy to have him that night for a company.
The next morning at 4:oo am he dropped me off at the airport and we bade each other goodbyes. I then headed to check-in all my luggages and paid necessary airport fees.
I was so excited at the plane because I will see my family again especially my mom in few hours time. The flight to Iloilo lasted almost an hour. It was a smooth sailing and uneventful flight.
Upon arriving at Iloilo International Airport in Cabatuan, Iloilo, I felt so relieved. I finaly arrived at my final destination. It was a long trip but very smooth. I arrived safe and intact, none-the-less, all my anxieties gradually fade away..
It was good to be back home again. There's no place like home, as what some says. And ultimately it is a known fact. And I myself can attest to that.
I left Los Angeles on the 28th of June and started my journey back home. I can't sleep that time on the wee hours of Sunday morning and I got lots of mixed emotions in me not to mention the butterflies in my stomach which really made me so anxious and jittery.
My landlord drove and dropped me at LAX at 7:30am. I left my car with his care trusting him that he will take care of it when I'm gone. He dropped me at Tom Bradley International Airport only to know that I have to go to Terminal 6 for Continental Airlines passenger check-in.
Well, Julio already left so I have nothing else to do but to push my luggage cart all the way to Terminal 6 where I need to check in. The line was long and the pace was incredibly slow. I have an hour more to go and my plane will leave soon.
Leaving LAX at 10:00 am my 747 Continental Airlines plane taxied slowly on the runway. I still feel so apprehensive and just couldn't feel at ease. I feel so tired from not sleeping the previous night and sleep still would not take effect while I'm anxiously sitting on my seat.
I started to dug up my romance paperback book that I brought thinking that it will tire me and put me to sleep. But as I started reading the book, I just couldn't put it down. I just couldn't stop turning it page by page, and enjoy the fiery and feisty romance of the main characters. I stopped reading it temporarily after my three hours flight when we layed over in Honolulu International Airport. We arrived there at 2:10 pm.
I then got out of the plane and started looking for my connecting flight to Guam. I went to look for Terminal 14 and waited for another thirty minutes for my connecting flight. Now, I felt tired and sleepy but I couldn't close my eyes because our flight will start boarding passengers shortly.
The seven and a half hours flight to Guam was long and uncomfortable. I can't sleep comfortably because I couldn't extend my legs and sleep while sitting. But due to my extreme fatigue I really need to shut my eyes despite of my uncomfortable position. I don't know how long I dozed off but when I woke up the flight attendants started to deliver our food.
After eating I ordered coffee and started to read again my paperback romance book. I really enjoyed it and almost finished before we docked at Guam International Airport. I then got out of the plane and look for my connecting flight on the monitor and locating the terminal where we will disembark soon.
Leaving Guam at 7:00 pm, the flight attendant told us that the flight will last for three and a half hours. When we arrived in Manila it was already night time. I tok my luggages and placed it on a cart. Then wheeled in at the exit terminal where we were exained for immigration policy procedures. After going through the examinations I got out of the airport and went to Duty Free shops to buy for some things for my pasalubong.
My flight to Iloilo will be on the next morning so I decided to stay at the hotel. I decided to call my friend to pick me up and he then complied. When he arrived at the airport I was coming out of the Duty Free Store and we then look for a nearby hotel in Pasay City.
I dropped my luggage of at the hotel after we secured an affrdable room for a night stay. We then headed to Dampa Market to have a good dinner. We selected fresh sea foods and fish for our hearty dinner. My friend was very kind to give me company that night before I will finally go home to the province.
After dinner, we stroll a little bit at Roxas Boulevard and exchange each other's stories about our own different lives. It was a great quiet time for us to be together again after several years of not seeing each other and I was so happy to have him that night for a company.
The next morning at 4:oo am he dropped me off at the airport and we bade each other goodbyes. I then headed to check-in all my luggages and paid necessary airport fees.
I was so excited at the plane because I will see my family again especially my mom in few hours time. The flight to Iloilo lasted almost an hour. It was a smooth sailing and uneventful flight.
Upon arriving at Iloilo International Airport in Cabatuan, Iloilo, I felt so relieved. I finaly arrived at my final destination. It was a long trip but very smooth. I arrived safe and intact, none-the-less, all my anxieties gradually fade away..
It was good to be back home again. There's no place like home, as what some says. And ultimately it is a known fact. And I myself can attest to that.
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