Greetings all. It’s 5:09am (Philippine Time) and I am sitting here at the hotel, wide awake! (Geez Banan, those bottomless ICED TEA does wonders!)
I’m not quite sure when I last posted, or what I posted. This past week has passed in much of a blur. More time with family, shopping, so on and so forth.
Oh my gosh! Before I forget, my brother, Mom and I experienced something incredibly hillarious on Monday night. We caught a cab to the hotel, which isn’t a biggie, however we managed to get the worst one. When I say worst I am not by any means aiming at the driver or his driving skills, but at his vehicle. The moment our butts hit the seat we thought UH OH! Our worst fears were confirmed by the rattling noise it made as it drove on. It was like it had not only one screw loose, but many. It felt like it was being held together by elastic bands. We honestly did not breathe the whole time. My Kuy and I were messaging each other via phone. Him from the front of the cab and I at the back. (At P1.00 it was doable) The conversation went on as follows.
Kie/Lis: “Um, am I the only one who has major doubts on our making it back in this heap? I’m refraining from breathing in fear it’ll collapse and we would have to walk home.”
Kuy: “I have the same concerns.”
(Meanwhile the cars stops. It makes that sad coughing sounds as he tries to start her up again to no avail. He picks up a screwdriver and starts to head out the door, but attempts one more time. Alleliua it starts. Texting begins again…)
Kie/Lis: “Dammit Kuy! I told you not to breathe!”
Kuy: “Wait till I fart!”
After awhile we finally arrived at the hotel and though the ride only came to P87.00, my mother hands him P200 with the parting words of…
“Have it, have it all…”
We rushed to get out of the cab in fear it would just fall apart as it had come to a halt. It was hillarious, I have to say we were in hysterics for quite some time, and it still cracks us up.
Tonight we had our little get together to say goodbyes. It was pretty much full attendance by the while clan, nieces and nephews included. And no…I didn’t cry. Though I have to say when I was saying goodbye to my Ate Ma, I welled up a little.
Ate Ma, has been my Ate Ma for as long as I can remember. When I was growing up we saw her the most, and I have grown up loving her as my sister. Now she’s married and with kids, it’s still the same. Though we can’t sleep in the same bed any more, I can’t drag her to wherever I am, she’s still my Ate Ma, hence the welling up as we said our goodnight. *sigh*
I can’t believe it’s here. In about 12 hours…since it’s about 5:30, I’ll be inside the airport, ALONE. Unfortunately they don’t allow loitering as they do at Sydney Airport. Which is probably a plus, since I will probably be inconsolable. I have a fresh batch of letters and cards to read. I sorta didn’t really pass the memory book around.
London here I comes! yIKES! I’ll let you guys know how I go once I get there. Till then, take care and Peace out!
PS. I haven’t read emails yet and will do once I get a chance. The best way to get in contact with me, once I leave here (instantenously) is via text. +61410583784