firstly i am now declaring "rent" as my most favourite musical ever. jonathan larson is a pure genius. anyway, let me quote one song from that musical that will serve as my life's manual for the incoming 2008:
*** warning: this is a cheesy post. if you are a close minded envious person, then don't read further...
SEASONS OF LOVE
Five Hundred Twenty-Five Thousand
Six Hundred Minutes
Five Hundred Twenty-Five Thousand
Moments so dear
Five Hundred Twenty-Five Thousand
Six Hundred Minutes
How Do You Measure - Measure A Year?
In Daylights - In Sunsets
In Midnights - In Cups Of Coffee
In Inches - In Miles
In Laughter - In Strife
In - Five Hundred Twenty-Five Thousand
Six Hundred Minutes
How Do You Measure
A Year In The Life?
How About Love?
How About Love?
How About Love?
Measure In Love
Seasons of Love.
Seasons of Love.
Joanne:
Five Hundred Twenty-Five Thousand
Six Hundred Minutes
Five Hundred Twenty-Five Thousand
Journeys To Plan
Five Hundred Twenty-Five Thousand
Six Hundred Minutes
How Do You Measure The Life
Of A Woman Or A Man
Collins:
In Truth That She Learned
Or In Times That He Cried
In Bridges He Burned
Or The Way That She Died
All:
It's Time Now - To Sing Out
Though The Story Never Ends
Let's Celebrate
Remember A Year In The Life Of Friends
Remember the Love
Remember the Love
Remember the Love
Measure In Love
Joanne:
(Oh you got to you got to remember the love,)
(You know that love is a gift from up above)
(Share love, give love, spread love)
(Measure, measure your life in love.)
ALL
Seasons Of Love(2x)
Joanne:
(Measure your life, measure your life in love)
stop wrinkling your forehead. i haven't found a boyfriend yet to get engrossed with a song that endlessly repeats "love". i may get bitter about stupid things once in a while but i still like hearing that "l" word. i may not be romantically involved yet but i still love my roller coaster life. so that's love you got there. and it's the first requirement before you venture out into loving others.
looking back at the things that i did or the things that were done for me in 2007, i have to say that this is the best year of my life so far. it was indeed five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred minutes well spent. from family, pinas besties, school mates, pinoy night mates, phk-mates, ppc-hk mates, blog mates, upaa-hk mates, bar mates, gym mates, office mates - every one of them did a good job making me feel like everything just fell into place. i felt really loved and i hope i did a good job making them feel that they are loved, too.
in a few days we'll be re-starting the default mark of that five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred minutes for a new beginning. i wish everybody makes use of them wisely and spread the love.
Friday, December 28, 2007
Wednesday, December 26, 2007
the guy with good lip service...
is coming over in a few days. i should be happy, right? then why am i scared?
bummer. bummer.
bummer. bummer.
how did you spend your christmas?
it's my most hated holiday of the year. don't fret christmas lovers, it's personal. well apart from that personal thing, i hate christmas because of the hypocrisy it brings. of course i love red calendar days but the idea of having to smile and treat everybody as your friend is just plain ridiculous just because papa jesus was born. there were even studies that he wasn't born on that day. anyway, all my christmases were so bad. it's one of the most depressing time of the year for me. that's why i always say "happy holidays" instead of "merry christmas".
anyway, i spent it differently this year. i just chilled out with my newfound best bud at my favorite place. little speakers humming beautiful tunes, chilly weather, peel orange, life talks. we we're having a good relaxing time that we didn't even notice that the clock struck 12 already. no noche buena. no hugging. no pretentious smiles. just the perfect way of spending it, methinks.
anyway, i spent it differently this year. i just chilled out with my newfound best bud at my favorite place. little speakers humming beautiful tunes, chilly weather, peel orange, life talks. we we're having a good relaxing time that we didn't even notice that the clock struck 12 already. no noche buena. no hugging. no pretentious smiles. just the perfect way of spending it, methinks.
cool website
i came across this website where people send their "secrets" through home-made postcards.
http://postsecret.blogspot.com/
it's amazing how one photo with little caption can tell a whole story. every pixel, every scribble, you can feel the real emotions and pains in every postcard. it's real life drama at its best. i could symphatize with what they feel. we've got secrets left and right - feelings better kept than expressed.
secrets. yeah, it's the 's' word. most hated yet most utilized.
http://postsecret.blogspot.com/
it's amazing how one photo with little caption can tell a whole story. every pixel, every scribble, you can feel the real emotions and pains in every postcard. it's real life drama at its best. i could symphatize with what they feel. we've got secrets left and right - feelings better kept than expressed.
secrets. yeah, it's the 's' word. most hated yet most utilized.
Monday, December 24, 2007
yeba!
i won a 4gb ipod nano in our christmas party a while ago! yeba!
woot! woot!
this is a lucky year for me when in comes to raffles! i won an adidas gc which i never got to redeem in the flickr launch, and now... and now... ipod! yeba!
isa pa! yeba!
woot! woot!
this is a lucky year for me when in comes to raffles! i won an adidas gc which i never got to redeem in the flickr launch, and now... and now... ipod! yeba!
isa pa! yeba!
Sunday, December 23, 2007
crazy night
I just experienced the most uncontrolled night of my life.
My friend Bryan sort of invited himself to my flat last night. A nomad meets nomad, that's how you call it. How about telling me that he's on the tram already? Hehe, I’ve done the same thing before. Well he’s lucky I was just home watching Star Cinema’s “Ang Cute Ina Mo”. I see rolling eyes now. It’s funny nevertheless.
I never thought that it would be the remedy to another boring night. We started with watching the French movie Priceless while snacking on to rubbish food. Then we’re off to Lan Kwai Fong. I tried to be pa-sosyal so I ordered a Cosmopolitan when I am really just a Smirnoff Ice baby. I was dressed like a real lady with my tube dress and new shoes but I guess I ruined it by not getting my senses up as I usually do. I was too tipsy after three sips. I am that of a teetotaller! Good thing Bryan was good enough to ask once in a while if I was ok and look after me. It’s a shame that somebody 3 years my junior is taking care of me, haha! Oh well, we have our trashy moments once in a while. You just have to assess that someone’s present to back you up. We transferred to Cavern and we were given free drinks by the guy who was supposedly a member of the band “Dayo”. And then that was the end for Bryan. He lost it as well. Picture two drunk individuals walking along Des Voeux Road uttering senseless statements at the top of their lungs while giggling and tripping every ten seconds. Oh, and we were singing “Big Girls Don’t Cry”, too! Haha! That’s what I got for standing up to my principle. Heels + Tipsy + 10 minute walk = certainly not a good combination.
Bryan took me home and I was the least accommodating host ever! I went straight to my room and cuddled in my lovable pillows and comforters. I was dead in 2 seconds – with my party clothes still on sans washing my face or brushing my teeth. He tried talking to me but I was really unresponsive to say the least. He claimed to have slept for one hour and left. I woke up five hours later because I could feel vibrating phone thumping through my head. He left his phone on my bed. I was too thirsty so I stood up, only to find my flat in hopeless condition with ice cream dripping on the floor and cigarette ashes.
Freaking hangover.
Overall, it was a crazy night. Crazy and fun. :)
My friend Bryan sort of invited himself to my flat last night. A nomad meets nomad, that's how you call it. How about telling me that he's on the tram already? Hehe, I’ve done the same thing before. Well he’s lucky I was just home watching Star Cinema’s “Ang Cute Ina Mo”. I see rolling eyes now. It’s funny nevertheless.
I never thought that it would be the remedy to another boring night. We started with watching the French movie Priceless while snacking on to rubbish food. Then we’re off to Lan Kwai Fong. I tried to be pa-sosyal so I ordered a Cosmopolitan when I am really just a Smirnoff Ice baby. I was dressed like a real lady with my tube dress and new shoes but I guess I ruined it by not getting my senses up as I usually do. I was too tipsy after three sips. I am that of a teetotaller! Good thing Bryan was good enough to ask once in a while if I was ok and look after me. It’s a shame that somebody 3 years my junior is taking care of me, haha! Oh well, we have our trashy moments once in a while. You just have to assess that someone’s present to back you up. We transferred to Cavern and we were given free drinks by the guy who was supposedly a member of the band “Dayo”. And then that was the end for Bryan. He lost it as well. Picture two drunk individuals walking along Des Voeux Road uttering senseless statements at the top of their lungs while giggling and tripping every ten seconds. Oh, and we were singing “Big Girls Don’t Cry”, too! Haha! That’s what I got for standing up to my principle. Heels + Tipsy + 10 minute walk = certainly not a good combination.
Bryan took me home and I was the least accommodating host ever! I went straight to my room and cuddled in my lovable pillows and comforters. I was dead in 2 seconds – with my party clothes still on sans washing my face or brushing my teeth. He tried talking to me but I was really unresponsive to say the least. He claimed to have slept for one hour and left. I woke up five hours later because I could feel vibrating phone thumping through my head. He left his phone on my bed. I was too thirsty so I stood up, only to find my flat in hopeless condition with ice cream dripping on the floor and cigarette ashes.
Freaking hangover.
Overall, it was a crazy night. Crazy and fun. :)
i can't get over it...
maroon v's won't go home without you is freaking addicting!
it's like a pill. i have to listen to it every night for at least 5 times. if not, i'd act like a tranny woman in menopausal stage.
it's not over night...
thank god for youtube! and for the anonymous guy who shares his wireless connection.
it's like a pill. i have to listen to it every night for at least 5 times. if not, i'd act like a tranny woman in menopausal stage.
it's not over night...
thank god for youtube! and for the anonymous guy who shares his wireless connection.
Friday, December 21, 2007
the photographer re-emerges
i've had my dslr since my birthday, but i never got to use it right away. i have been battered by continuous business trips that i forgot that i've had my most expensive acquisition.
that is until last night. woohoo! i was able to chill out in my secret tambayan at the top of ifc mall. it was a splendid view out there and luckily i was able to take photos of some hk structures. i am very proud of some shots because they really turned out well. my camera mentor dave is right: dslr's are so addictingly amazing that you'd never go back to those little cutesy digicams.
i may not be good at it yet, but i dare say that i am improving. it's completely different from my panasonic camera, although the latter is not so bad. but with my bestfriend nikon, it's all about control. it's all about endless trials. it's all about being at peace with yourself and your subject.
anyway, enough of the bs, here are my best shots for the night:
that's ifc, the tallest building in hk, avec la lune
i've been a frequent visitor of this place for the last few months. this the train station to the airport.
a giant glass structure. kudos to its maker
the tip. the ifc. the four seasons. the moon.
view from the red bar. that's kowloon island. this is my most favourite shot for the night. after i saw this in the lcd of the cam, i experienced that feeling in animated films where the excited character clutches her hands, raises her shoulder, lets out her tongue, smiles widely, closes her eyes and dreams happily. it's simply priceless.
and the place closest to my heart, after pinas of course - hk:
more photos soon...
that is until last night. woohoo! i was able to chill out in my secret tambayan at the top of ifc mall. it was a splendid view out there and luckily i was able to take photos of some hk structures. i am very proud of some shots because they really turned out well. my camera mentor dave is right: dslr's are so addictingly amazing that you'd never go back to those little cutesy digicams.
i may not be good at it yet, but i dare say that i am improving. it's completely different from my panasonic camera, although the latter is not so bad. but with my bestfriend nikon, it's all about control. it's all about endless trials. it's all about being at peace with yourself and your subject.
anyway, enough of the bs, here are my best shots for the night:
that's ifc, the tallest building in hk, avec la lune
i've been a frequent visitor of this place for the last few months. this the train station to the airport.
a giant glass structure. kudos to its maker
the tip. the ifc. the four seasons. the moon.
view from the red bar. that's kowloon island. this is my most favourite shot for the night. after i saw this in the lcd of the cam, i experienced that feeling in animated films where the excited character clutches her hands, raises her shoulder, lets out her tongue, smiles widely, closes her eyes and dreams happily. it's simply priceless.
and the place closest to my heart, after pinas of course - hk:
more photos soon...
Thursday, December 20, 2007
if my life were a book...
It’ll be filled with supposed romantic chapters with prologues that never got epilogues. The plot isn’t established yet but it ends right there, just when the writer is still describing the setting, it’ll be time to turn to another chapter – which is another disappointing waste of brain cell use.
You’d be surprised why I am making a big fuss out of all of this. Yes I know that I don’t need anybody to complete me. I love my life. I have a lot of things to do to keep me from getting bored. I haven’t explored my dslr, I haven’t touched my newly bought keyboard organ, I have an Allende and Picoult to finish, I have a dozen new movies in line for my dvd player, I have a photoshop manual to master, I have three weeks of laundry to do, and I have to clean my flat that can easily convince anybody that four super typhoons enjoyed co-habiting with me.
My friends will laugh at me (or feel sorry for me for getting this pathetic) when they read this post. Yes I know I have my whole youth days ahead of me. Yes I know that having a relationship is supposed to happen naturally. It’ll be a disaster if you force yourself into it. But hell, try being in my place. I feel lonely. Hard core lonely. No consolation can pull me out of it. Don’t even try to play the social awareness card. I know there are starving kids in Africa and that polar bears are getting extinct. I feel lonely, and I am entitled to rant about it.
I am not asking for too much. I am not looking for somebody with riches or good-looks (although that would be a bonus).
I just need somebody who:
1. Has clean teeth
2. Will ask how my day turned out
3. Will say good night
4. Will say that he misses me when I am out of the country
5. Will show excitement that I’m back
6. Will smile when I try to get things my way by playing the little girl card, and I’d see in his eyes that look that says “Shit, I’m so foolish for doing this but hell…damn it, I really love you. Fine.”
Is that too much to ask?
Note to self: You are so going to die alone, blsm. You know these men are polar bear extinct. Or gay.
Shet naman.
You’d be surprised why I am making a big fuss out of all of this. Yes I know that I don’t need anybody to complete me. I love my life. I have a lot of things to do to keep me from getting bored. I haven’t explored my dslr, I haven’t touched my newly bought keyboard organ, I have an Allende and Picoult to finish, I have a dozen new movies in line for my dvd player, I have a photoshop manual to master, I have three weeks of laundry to do, and I have to clean my flat that can easily convince anybody that four super typhoons enjoyed co-habiting with me.
My friends will laugh at me (or feel sorry for me for getting this pathetic) when they read this post. Yes I know I have my whole youth days ahead of me. Yes I know that having a relationship is supposed to happen naturally. It’ll be a disaster if you force yourself into it. But hell, try being in my place. I feel lonely. Hard core lonely. No consolation can pull me out of it. Don’t even try to play the social awareness card. I know there are starving kids in Africa and that polar bears are getting extinct. I feel lonely, and I am entitled to rant about it.
I am not asking for too much. I am not looking for somebody with riches or good-looks (although that would be a bonus).
I just need somebody who:
1. Has clean teeth
2. Will ask how my day turned out
3. Will say good night
4. Will say that he misses me when I am out of the country
5. Will show excitement that I’m back
6. Will smile when I try to get things my way by playing the little girl card, and I’d see in his eyes that look that says “Shit, I’m so foolish for doing this but hell…damn it, I really love you. Fine.”
Is that too much to ask?
Note to self: You are so going to die alone, blsm. You know these men are polar bear extinct. Or gay.
Shet naman.
Monday, December 17, 2007
oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!
maroon v is coming to manila next year! woohoo!
my hands are shaking from too much excitement!
maroon v! maroon v!
have to stop eating now! have to save up for front row seats! front row seats!
my hands are shaking from too much excitement!
maroon v! maroon v!
have to stop eating now! have to save up for front row seats! front row seats!
why i am broke now.. dead broke.
After endless spending since August, I got another major acquisition.
I got a new laptop!! Woohoo!
I keep on thinking of this as an impulse purchase, but I’ve been wanting to buy one for a long time now. I think that this is the last gadget that I’d like to have, except for additional lenses to my camera of course. I want to have an investment that will enable me to surf Youtube 24/7, enhance my prized photos, and to prepare me when I pursue further studies after my contract with my present company expires.
No regrets.
I’m loving this notebook now!
Thanks to my friend Dave who accompanied me when I purchased it, and to the guy who has been sharing his wireless connection.
Meanwhile let me continue watching the fourth instalment of Kasal, Kasali Kasalo in Youtube. Freaking funny. Haha!
I got a new laptop!! Woohoo!
I keep on thinking of this as an impulse purchase, but I’ve been wanting to buy one for a long time now. I think that this is the last gadget that I’d like to have, except for additional lenses to my camera of course. I want to have an investment that will enable me to surf Youtube 24/7, enhance my prized photos, and to prepare me when I pursue further studies after my contract with my present company expires.
No regrets.
I’m loving this notebook now!
Thanks to my friend Dave who accompanied me when I purchased it, and to the guy who has been sharing his wireless connection.
Meanwhile let me continue watching the fourth instalment of Kasal, Kasali Kasalo in Youtube. Freaking funny. Haha!
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
guess where i am now?
this is definitely a sosyalan moment, a lot of first time right at this vey minute:
1. sunbathing! coming from a tropical country, i never enjoyed the sun this much. battered by winter from different countries and overworking, the sun is absolutely a precious gem. it's quite windy, but it's still sunny. woohoo! i hope i get sun marks before i go to the airport. asa pa!
2. wearing branty (bra + panty) in the middle of mexico city! haha! daring eh? im getting too unhealthy because of lack of vitamin d, so what the heck! ill expose my uber curvy body and flaunt it at the penthouse of the hotel, infront of 3 hotel staff. i knew these underwear-swimsuit would come in handy.
3. writing a blog almost naked. if i'd been a little inspired now, this post would have been a little kinky. but im not, sorry.
4. enjoying quality time with myself. i cant remember when i've been in such a euphoric state. this is just the perfect recipe to wrap up my uber draining two week business trip and realize that i don't need anybody to be happy: getting naked. flowing water. sun. grooving to my mp3 files. knowledge that i can rest from work for the next 40hours. and the knowledge that i'll party hard this weekend.
gotta dress up now.. have a flight to catch.
sunlight, oh sunlight...
ciao!
1. sunbathing! coming from a tropical country, i never enjoyed the sun this much. battered by winter from different countries and overworking, the sun is absolutely a precious gem. it's quite windy, but it's still sunny. woohoo! i hope i get sun marks before i go to the airport. asa pa!
2. wearing branty (bra + panty) in the middle of mexico city! haha! daring eh? im getting too unhealthy because of lack of vitamin d, so what the heck! ill expose my uber curvy body and flaunt it at the penthouse of the hotel, infront of 3 hotel staff. i knew these underwear-swimsuit would come in handy.
3. writing a blog almost naked. if i'd been a little inspired now, this post would have been a little kinky. but im not, sorry.
4. enjoying quality time with myself. i cant remember when i've been in such a euphoric state. this is just the perfect recipe to wrap up my uber draining two week business trip and realize that i don't need anybody to be happy: getting naked. flowing water. sun. grooving to my mp3 files. knowledge that i can rest from work for the next 40hours. and the knowledge that i'll party hard this weekend.
gotta dress up now.. have a flight to catch.
sunlight, oh sunlight...
ciao!
the last time i cried...
was last night. i watched my bestfriend's wedding and it really moved me to tears at four in the morning. it's my tenth time to watch it but it only had such impact on me until then.
this loneliness is killing me.
must.
find.
a.
boyfriend.
this loneliness is killing me.
must.
find.
a.
boyfriend.
Sunday, December 9, 2007
the little girl comes home
I feel like Carrie Bradshaw now trying to write something sensible when she is just randomly speaking her mind. My boss lent me her laptop so I can still continue working while in Mexico alone for three days. I still need to do market research during the day and I have to attend to my emails and orders that have been backlogged in HK when I return to the hotel. But enough about my super demanding job for the meantime. Can I just say that this crazy fun? How about writing while on board a plane and watching Ratatouille? Very chic yuppie, eh?
Let me write about my homecoming. This is long overdue but I’d still want to write about it. I may not have much to share but I want to record what I felt during this event when I reread my posts. It is an event filled with emotions and I want to be remembered as much as I want to.
The most important about it was that I was able to rest. I had been working for 20 hours per day that I could sometimes forget that I hadn’t peed all day, or that I hadn’t eaten my dinner due to the pile of work. It is really crazy shit, and I have to admit that it was semi self-imposed. Being a Virgo, I am really a perfectionist and I take work seriously. I hate it when work gets held up just because one is not responsible enough to treat everything he/she does as a definition of himself/herself. I look down on people who leave things for tomorrow what they could do today. Anyway, I was able to get my rest – just enough to compensate for more than one year of insufficient sleep.
I was able to see my family. Things have definitely turned around and I have much great say on what happens at home now. I am technically the one who puts food on the table – just the way when kids grow up and take care of their parents. It was indeed a devastating blow when my father lost his job and pension because of politics inside his company. Imagine having to depend on your daughter financially when you used to be the “king” of the house for more than two decades. I could just imagine his fear of living an unsecured later life. It was also a blow for me because I know I am not yet ready. But I guess you’ll never know if it’s the right time until it hits you, so you just have to face it. No more quarter life crisis for me then. But saying all of these, I have to say that I hadn’t respected my parents until then. Resilience is really synonymous with our surname and I can say that we were able to recover gradually. My mother, as usual, is the head of the head of the household and I never appreciated her strength until I saw how she worked hard to make things work. My father is also very much dedicated on doing household works (apart from helping my mother), which he’s never ashamed of. I respect them for putting up the pieces and getting more united more than ever. And don’t forget my loving sister! She’s my complete opposite. If you ask me who’s the kindest person I’ve met, I’d definitely nominate her. While I bitch around and rant incessantly, she’s there acting like the matured sibling filled with generosity and understanding. And of course my protégé Anjelica. She’s so much grown up now – and still very sweet and adorable. She’s the only reason why I want to have a kid of my own.
As in my previous post, I was able to see some friends. It’s a pity that I hadn’t seen more of them (I have to blame the weather for that), but I’ll see them early next year anyway. The friends that I saw were the people that I would want to see anyway. I never felt a sense of estrangement when I saw them. Of course we missed a lot of each other the past year and a half, but I have to give them credit for making me feel like I am still very welcomed in their lives.
I once again experienced the bad things generally innate in Philippine culture that I thankfully escaped – scarcity of decent public transportation, horrible traffic, smoke belchers, idle women who waste their time about gossiping, pretentious café drinkers, spitting drivers, smelly public restrooms, crowded malls and those unemployed men who drink until early morning while doing karaoke on the streets. But hell yeah, it’s still what I call home. And I guess I will always come back even if I am working in Hong Kong but currently in Mexico and still experiencing jetlag from Chile. Because despite these, no where else I can see genuine smiles, good sunshine, company of friends, the liberty to express emotions to my heart’s content, and the loving arms of the people waiting for my next homecoming.
Let me write about my homecoming. This is long overdue but I’d still want to write about it. I may not have much to share but I want to record what I felt during this event when I reread my posts. It is an event filled with emotions and I want to be remembered as much as I want to.
The most important about it was that I was able to rest. I had been working for 20 hours per day that I could sometimes forget that I hadn’t peed all day, or that I hadn’t eaten my dinner due to the pile of work. It is really crazy shit, and I have to admit that it was semi self-imposed. Being a Virgo, I am really a perfectionist and I take work seriously. I hate it when work gets held up just because one is not responsible enough to treat everything he/she does as a definition of himself/herself. I look down on people who leave things for tomorrow what they could do today. Anyway, I was able to get my rest – just enough to compensate for more than one year of insufficient sleep.
I was able to see my family. Things have definitely turned around and I have much great say on what happens at home now. I am technically the one who puts food on the table – just the way when kids grow up and take care of their parents. It was indeed a devastating blow when my father lost his job and pension because of politics inside his company. Imagine having to depend on your daughter financially when you used to be the “king” of the house for more than two decades. I could just imagine his fear of living an unsecured later life. It was also a blow for me because I know I am not yet ready. But I guess you’ll never know if it’s the right time until it hits you, so you just have to face it. No more quarter life crisis for me then. But saying all of these, I have to say that I hadn’t respected my parents until then. Resilience is really synonymous with our surname and I can say that we were able to recover gradually. My mother, as usual, is the head of the head of the household and I never appreciated her strength until I saw how she worked hard to make things work. My father is also very much dedicated on doing household works (apart from helping my mother), which he’s never ashamed of. I respect them for putting up the pieces and getting more united more than ever. And don’t forget my loving sister! She’s my complete opposite. If you ask me who’s the kindest person I’ve met, I’d definitely nominate her. While I bitch around and rant incessantly, she’s there acting like the matured sibling filled with generosity and understanding. And of course my protégé Anjelica. She’s so much grown up now – and still very sweet and adorable. She’s the only reason why I want to have a kid of my own.
As in my previous post, I was able to see some friends. It’s a pity that I hadn’t seen more of them (I have to blame the weather for that), but I’ll see them early next year anyway. The friends that I saw were the people that I would want to see anyway. I never felt a sense of estrangement when I saw them. Of course we missed a lot of each other the past year and a half, but I have to give them credit for making me feel like I am still very welcomed in their lives.
I once again experienced the bad things generally innate in Philippine culture that I thankfully escaped – scarcity of decent public transportation, horrible traffic, smoke belchers, idle women who waste their time about gossiping, pretentious café drinkers, spitting drivers, smelly public restrooms, crowded malls and those unemployed men who drink until early morning while doing karaoke on the streets. But hell yeah, it’s still what I call home. And I guess I will always come back even if I am working in Hong Kong but currently in Mexico and still experiencing jetlag from Chile. Because despite these, no where else I can see genuine smiles, good sunshine, company of friends, the liberty to express emotions to my heart’s content, and the loving arms of the people waiting for my next homecoming.
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