Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Dad arrived about three weeks ago, and I was so happy that he's finally taking the time off. Since we moved to the US, Dad's been working six days a week. He's a stubborn man. I kept telling him to cut down his hours, so that he can at least take two days off, but he insists it's for the family. Stubborn indeed for his love for us.
Looking back, I couldn't help but think of all the family problems we've faced. If my Mom is emotional and has hysterical tendencies, Dad would be calm and composed at all times. If I had a problem, even to the point of sobbing my heart out on the phone, Dad would have the right words to calm me down. He is the source of my comfort and guidance.
The morning air felt nippy. I thought it was unusually cold for late August. Summer won't end in another three weeks. I decided to drive the car to the Metro, as it would be inconvenient to walk the whole 20 minutes carrying bulky bags. The Metro station looked lonely and deserted at this early in the morning. As the red train bound to Glenmont approached, there were so many empty seats. It was nice. We could seat wherever we wanted. We sat, talked and planned about the coming winter holidays. The train ride felt like a blur. The next time we knew, we were already at the airport. My chest felt heavy, and I suddenly felt the pangs of sadness. I didn't want my Dad to leave. Through the years, this is exactly how I felt whenever I drop my parents at the airport. I helped my Dad get his boarding pass and get him ready for his flight. In my heart, I wish he could just stay here - with me.
At about 7:45 AM, we hugged, as he proceeded to his departure gate. My eyes started filling up with tears but managed not to let them fall. I saw him go through airport security fine and gave him a big smile and a wave. How time really flies. It felt like I was just in the airport picking him up yesterday. From the airport, I went straight to work. It was 8:30 AM when I turned on my computer in the office. It was too early, and it was too quiet. I miss my Dad already.
Monday, August 25, 2008
Saturday, August 23, 2008
I am: in a state of restlessness - so many things going on at work
I think: that I'll soon understand why certain things are happening in my life
I know: that we can always begin where we are
I have: a dog named Basset and I love him to bits
I wish: I was on vacation
I hate: the smell of cigarette smoke mixed with humid weather...yak
I miss: my older sister and brother
I fear: losing my parents; they're now in there 60s
I hear: my colleague's typing
I smell: no scent except for the cool air (AC) going through my nostrils
I crave: for pastillas de leche, suman, lechon rice, and bibingka made in the Philippines
I search: for Filipino movies and TV shows online =)
I wonder: if there's life after death
I regret: not giving my best in college
I love: chocolates, stationeries, and teddy bears
I ache: whenever I leave our family home
I am not: fat, I am just healthy
I believe: that every thing happens for a reason
I dance: when it rains and when I like the music
I sing: when I'm in the shower or alone in my car
I cry: when I'm hurt or when anyone close to me is hurt
I fight: for my rights and the rights of those who can't speak up
I win: every time I feel good about myself
I lose: my patience easily
I never: leave the house without my phone
I always: try to look at the brighter side of things
I confuse: "there" and "their" sometimes
I listen: to what my heart and mind whenever I need to make a decision
I am scared: of not accomplishing my goals
I need: a pay increase
I am happy about: my family and current life
I imagine: a world of peace and harmony
Friday, August 22, 2008
**List 8 things you would like to do or accomplish before you die.
- travel around the world, eat all sorts of ethnic/traditional food, meet people, and experience different cultures
- write my grandfather's World War II experiences as a guerilla fighter, and I also want to write a children's story
finish graduate school
- own a house in Hawaii and
make my parents happy, and I'd like to take them to a European trip
- build a bed and breakfast in Sagada
- see my two older siblings settle in a comfortable life
- live my life to the fullest - be it with someone or not
Thursday, August 21, 2008
Monday, August 18, 2008
We visited Hershey Gardens, a 23 acres display of spectacular theme gardens and an outdoor Butterfly House. The garden was funded and inspired by Mr. Milton S. Hershey, who in my readings and studies was a brilliant and great person, not because he invented Hershey chocolate, but because of his charity work and good deeds. As we stepped through the gardens, we were surrounded by all kinds of roses in full bloom and the air was filled with floral fragrance. Mom was excited and delighted at the site of all the roses. Aside from the roses, there were other flowers in full bloom such as black-eyed Susan, boltonia, hibiscus, butterfly bushes etc. I honestly couldn't name them all and there were other names I have never even heard of before. The photos below just shows a minute sample of roses and the really cute Kisses Fountain.
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
- You have some of the attributes of an ideal 1930's wife but you probably didn't intend it to be that way.
- You don't buy into retro gender roles, though you do embrace your femininity at times.
- A 1930's man may find you passable, but you probably wouldn't want anything to do with him.
For the questions, please go to: http://www.blogthings.com/wouldyouhavebeenagoodwifeinthe1930squiz/
Monday, August 11, 2008
Our first stop was Historical Jamestown, where we explored the original Jamestown settlement. We gazed at James River and imaged how the first English settlers arrived to an unknown and untamed wilderness. What were they feeling? What were they expecting?
We were met by the resident archaeologist, and he patiently took us around the settlement and lectured about what they've found and what they've discovered. One of the most interesting find was a bag of 350 year old seeds from one of the digs. They planted the seeds, and amazingly it grew. According to him, this was a perfect opportunity to learn about the first settlers' diet.
After the tour around the archaeological dig site, we visited the archaearium. The archaearium is a building built over an ongoing archaeological dig and certain parts of the floor are made of glass; therefore, allowing visitors to see what archaeological activities are going on underneath. Unfortunately, photos were not allowed. They've found human remains, and one of them still have a lead bullet or shot stuck to one of its skeletal legs. By some meticulous science, they were able to trace and identify how one human remain died, how he lived, what composes his diet and so forth. We were totally amazed. We spent a whole day exploring Jamestown as there was so much to see and read, so we decided to visit Yorktown some other day.
For the night, we stayed at the Governor's Inn. I slept like a log. I was either too tired or too relaxed. What I love about this hotel is their Continental Breakfast. I have never seen so much food, and the waitresses kept bringing in more food. My favorite were those small Orange muffins. They were really delicious. I think I ate about five of them. Remember, they were small.
Since our hotel was just two blocks from Downtown Williamsburg, we decided to go for a walk, and our day turned into a shopping event. I have to say that Downtown Williamsburg has the nicest shops I've ever seen - Christmas Shop, The Peanut Shop, The Cheese Shop, and my favorite would be Wythe Candy and Gourmet Shop. I bought a couple of things, and yes, those candied Apples were among them.
Thursday, August 7, 2008
We will be staying there for a night, so it will be a nice weekend to relax and explore both Jamestown and Yorktown. For the past few days, I've had this yearning to get away from my usual routine, and I found out that a simple getaway such as this really makes the difference. Maybe my work is starting to get to me, maybe getting away even for a day or two is helping me get over the wounds of a seven month old break-up, maybe and just maybe, I just want to be away - just to be away, if you get my drift.
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
1. Pick up the nearest book of 123 pages or more. No cheating!
2. Find page 123.
3. Find the first five sentences.
4. Post the next three sentences.
5. Tag as many people you want.
Book: Inkheart by Cornelia Funke.
Meggie soon gave up counting the doors they passed before Basta finally stopped outside one. But she did count the black clad men. Four of them were standing on the corridors, looking bored.
* I am tagging: little miss firely, wits and nuts, and Toni.
Monday, August 4, 2008
At , Mom and I were already at the airport to pick up my Dad. Dad's flight from
I looked at my watch, it was already . This is becoming a three hour ordeal. We waited and waited some more, the bus was taking longer than expected. I looked at my parents, and they looked tired. I felt so guilty for taking them through this trip. I went to the Metro rep and asked what's going, and he said that the bus should be here any minute. We waited again. After 3o minutes, I decided to hail a cab and abandon all hopes that Metro DC will ever do it right for us that night. The cab ride went well and I spent the whole trip complaining to our cab driver, who was ever sympathetic to what happened. By the time we reached my apartment, it was .
I was angry, but too tired and exhausted to complain. I plopped myself to bed, and I was just thankful we were safely home.