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Saturday, August 25, 2007
Back and Over it.

Reality for the first three days (or even a whole month, oh fine, forever!) of coming back from a very long dream-like vacation is not fun AT ALL. There goes the thick clump of bills to be payed off, the drama between you and your friends, families, and or coworkers have not subsided yet with all the magical cruises and free getaways in the white sands of the Carribean (darn it, right?), and oh, you can also count on going back to a 50 hour week loaded with another group of rude, prude, annoying customers and their babies who mess up in isle 7, or just going back to being a prisoner at school is a hassle.

I had me a dose of my own reality right after I unboarded PAL 103 back in California. Its nice service, good choice of movies, tasty, non-fat (I hope!) dinners, and cozy sits have gotten me wanting for more of such lifestyle. You know, a sweet life with maids cooking and cleaning after you, no real problems, except stepping on chewed gums, to worry about, and an over abundance of tender, loving care from your family. Ironically, I call my 4-week holiday in the Philippines surreal with everything I wanted already there. Aside from the love and hospitality my growing family have provided me, I, all over again fell in love with the simple farm life, I used to have. Living miles away in a remote town with not a phone line or internet to keep me tech-inclined, I wandered through blurry TV channels, and dusty cassette tapes from 20 years ago. And even that was the case (back to "Old Skool"), I did not miss one bit of my dull, deafning silence, life here in LA.

The reality here is that, I am married to a working-class family: my mom works all day & night, my bro works harder all day & night. Thus, when nobody's around, I abruptly miss loud noises (any kind of noise)-- from my nieces and nephew, the "auuunnntttyyy'ss!! and plllssssss." they squabble about when I fail to give them what they want. The slightly bickering conversations between my sisters and I. My grandma's wise words "Do you have a boyfriend? No. No. Don't get pregnant and marry soon" and all the vague lessons from my dad "Don't do anything stupid". I have had another taste of our loud, disfunctioned lives this summer; and it maybe so disfunctional and chaotic, but it was all the merrier to hear the voices that once surrounded and ruled my life, again.

After noticing (and going ballistic soon after) a drastic change in my room, my bed positioned somewhere else, devirginized letters under my bed, pictures of unnotable people posted in my picture wall , I realized that there won't be any maids cleaning for me, ruthlessly washing my clothes with mighty force, or even a great cook to feed me with sinigang, igado, tinola...ever again. I found out hiring a maid is so unnecessary for my oldest sister to do although after a week of getting use to all the easy tasks I had to do (not doing anything at all!!! Except be a great aunty, and converse with people, which, i'm very fond of doing, thank you very much), I gave in and thought it was not bad at all. However, such lifestyle have kept me whining for a good amount of time after I got back to an empty refrigerator and not a single filipino food to eat around the house, that is. I actually rang my friends after waking up around 4 in the afternoon or earlier everyday and tell them how bad I'm having it...I.HATED.REALITY.


My mind's unweaving/ 6:54 PM


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Tis written unlike no other in my attempt for creativity. Here, you'll find *fragmented fictional and real stories that are relevant to my life in some ways. I don't enumerate things that happens to me everyday nor do i purposely rant about lame, stupid "teenage" cliches. My entries are from memory, past experiences, reviews (food, book, movie) and my opinions on current issues--and no, no politics whatsoever. Grammatically incorrect to a degree but nothing that can make you squirm (or so I hope not).

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