Airports Part III

I think M had a premonition that this will happen. When I was briefing her that it will be just me and her going to Davao, she asked "where are we gonna sleep?". I explained that we'll sleep on the plane and not to worry what happened the last time was just an unfortunate event. Was I wrong.

We checked in and the lady behind the counter said something like, here's your boarding pass, you'll be boarding at gate #, you'll be arriving at Amsterdam at 6 PM and continuing on to Manila the day after at 7 PM. I said, "No, not the day after, tonight." I showed her my E-ticket. She looked it up again and said, "I'm sorry ma'am but there is no flight for Manila tonight. We have you booked tomorrow night." I am not willing to move away from the counter, "Are you sure?" She looked it up again and no luck. She suggested that we talk to the ticket counter and they might be able to help me.

So, we got to the ticket counter, explained my situation, she said the only thing she can do for me is to rebook my flight to Amsterdam for tomorrow afternoon. This would have worked except G is also leaving for the states in the early hours of the morning and I still have to pay the rebooking fee or whatever so we decided to not change anything. The ticket person goes, I'm sorry but somebody has taken your spot. I'm like, "WHAT!!!" She goes, I can get you in in an earlier flight. So now, instead of the 25 hours lay-over, it's now 26 hours.

9 Dec 04

1:39 PM

In an event you get stuck in the airport, things to do:

1. shop
2. eat
3. sleep
4. shop
5. eat
6. read
7. shop
8. shower
9. eat
10. write

Must have:

1. toothbrush
2. toothpaste
3. lotion
4. underwear
5. socks (during the cold months)
6. stuffed toy
7. chapstix
8. comb/brush
9. MONEY

Been sitting here in the airport for 22 hours. I should include Holland on my list of countries visited. Too bad, it's foggy. Can't see anything looking out the window. I don't know how else to kill time without spending money. At least Megan's having loads of fun. I just wish I have something else to do. Maybe a laptop, a game boy or even a book. But, I don't want to buy another book.

I've been looking at this Aqua Massage for I don't know how many hours and I want to try it but I think to myself, I'll just wait until I get to Davao, chances are the price for 10 minutes is the Aqua Massage is enough for the whole spa treatment.

5:30 PM

Sitting at the food court, people-watching. Almost everybody has a cell phone/mobile. The lady in fornt of me withe her dyed hed hair is texting while reading a magazine. The Japanese tourists have on them their fancy ones. The 2 businessmen in their suits are talking away in their's. It's funny how sometimes the ring tone does not match the owner. It's not ringing to the default tone so obviously they changed it to something they like. Like this big burly man's ring tone is "The Entertainer".

Been staring at this chair for 2 hours decided to sketch it!

PS

Wish I had the camera with me. There's a bird inside the airport. It looks like it lives here.

Airports Part II

December 25, 2003. M and I are on our way back to UK from CA. The first leg of the trip was uneventful. We got to North Carolina, our stop-over, just fine. We boarded the plane and then nothing. After a long wait, the captain came on the PA system, "Ladies and Gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. Unfortunately, blah blah blah. Once again, sorry for the inconvenience." We waited some more and the captain came on again. He said that the ground crew is fixing the problem and we should be able to depart in 30 minutes. 30 minutes after we're still there. Captain said another 30 minutes. Again, nothing.

At this point, Captain said that they don't know how long we will be there and that we are allowed to go back to the terminal, although, it being so late and being a Christmas Day, absolutely nothing is open. But, I am not sitting in my seat for another second, I headed up to the door among a handful of people. As we were walking out, the other passengers are having a fit. Saying something like, when they do get the aircraft fixed then they're gonna have to wait another 30 minutes for everybody to board the plane.

But, the plane did not get fixed. It was announced after an hour that everybody will have to get off the plane. And that the estimated departure time will be 6 AM. Since everything is closed, giving us food vouchers is useless, they will, however, give us a room at a nearby hotel. Why they wouldn't just give us the meal that they're supposed to serve us for that flight is beyond me.

It's 2 AM. I'm thinking with the long line to get a voucher and the wait for a hotel shuttle, by the time we get to the hotel, it will be time to leave. I don't want to miss the plane, I'll stay here. And it wasn't just us, a whole lot of people did the same thing.

Mommy, I'm thirsty. We headed to a vending machine and the vending machine will not take bills and I don't have enough change. Somebody was kind enough to give some change and even added, "Get her something to eat, too." I tried to give him a dollar but he wouldn't take it.

This is the worst part, just as we were trying to go back to lounge area, the airport staff said that they have to close the lounge area and we have to wait downstairs. I heard this really loud lady complaining to some airport staff but they could not do anything about it. So, everybody headed downstairs. I tried to find a spot for me and M so M can have some sleep.

Mommy, I can't sleep and I'm tired. Can't we just call P to pick us up? How I wish we broke down in SF, then we could have called my brother to pick us up.

Finally, around 5, they opened up the lounge again but we have to get new boarding passes. We finally got out of there and I swore I will never ever fly with Continental Airlines. When we got to UK, when they said the usual thank-you-for-flying-with-us speech, everybody was hissing and booing.

Airports Part I

"Love Actually" movie said something like you only have to go to an airport to see that love is actually all around. To me, airport means good-bye. And it also means long agonizing wait. I have 3 stories about airports.

The first story is back in 1997. I'm fresh out of tech school and on my way to my first station. I got in Oakland International Airport at around 10 or was it 11 AM. To my dismay, nobody was there to meet me. I just thought, maybe they're late. An hour later, still no sign. I am now beginning to fret. No big deal right? So, nobody came to pick you up, big deal. It is. If, when minutes before boarding you realized you lost your wallet. Yes! I lost my wallet. And of course, your wallet has everything that you need. Money. ATM card. ID. Luckily for me, I have a 20 in my pocket and that's all I have.

I waited another hour, this time crying. Who wouldn't be? I'm in this city, I don't know a single soul and apparently nobody knows I'm here. I asked information if there's a USO in the airport, and there is but it's on the other side of the airport. A very long walk. I would have gone but I have 2 luggages with me and since I didn't have quarters I can't get a pushcart. I was hoping somebody will leave their's in front of me and of course that didn't happen.

I finally got an idea that worked. I called the travel agent and they were able to help me. They called a taxi service to pick me up and said it would cost 20 and will be there at 2 PM. Only another hour to go.

3 PM rolled around and still no taxi service. At 4 PM, I finally called the travel agents back. The taxi service was stuck in traffic and will be there in another hour. Did I say, that I didn't have breakfast and it's now 4 PM, I couldn't get anything to eat since my 20 is now alloted to the taxi. Finally, the taxi showed up.

This is not the end of the story, I still have one problem. I don't have any sort of ID. How am I going to get on base without an ID? We got to the gate and everybody else in the taxi started getting their wallets out for their ID except, of course, me. The cops are checking IDs now and they came to me and I have to explain my story. I have my paperwork with me but it's sealed, the only people allowed to open it is personnel. They let me in.

Now, we get to the billeting. And, once again, I have to explain about my missing wallet. They let me stay the night but they said, this needs to be sorted out first thing in the morning. Oh, this happened on a Sunday, the receptionist had to call her supervisor on what to do with me and the supervisor had to come in to work at 7 PM on a Sunday for this.

Finally, I have a room. And that's all I have. I am so hungry now. I stepped outside. I must have been looking really lost cause this guy asked if I was OK or maybe he was just being polite but I went ahead and told him what happened to me. Luckily, he asked me if I was hungry. I AM. He fed me.

The last embarrasing thing. The next morning, I realized I didn't have any toothpaste. I knocked on this guy's door, toothbrush in hand and asked for toothpaste. And then he helped me look for the place where I was supposed to work. Yeah, the work number that I have was in my wallet, too.

Wait! I forgot. After dinner that night, my phone rang. It was DAD.

ME: How did you find me? (relieved that somebody knows where I am)
DAD: Where's your address book? (sounding pissed)
ME: My what? (thinking to myself, why does he want to know about that???)
DAD: Your address book, where is it? (he's sounding really pissed now)
ME: Here, somewhere (bewildered)
DAD: Go, look for it (still pissed)
ME: Huh! I can't find it... (after looking for it)
DAD: You left it on the phone booth!
ME: How did you know? (amazed... my DAD has ESP!)
DAD: Cause I called you back at that number you left and somebody else answered it.

In my desperation at the airport I tried to call people, how they're going to help me when they're in the east coast and I'm in the west coast is beyond me but I was running out of ideas.

M and I went to watch The Sisterhood of Traveling Pants today.

We got to the movie house 30 minutes early and it was dead. I began to think I must have read the day or time wrong but there it was up on the marquee. So, I got it right.

Got to the ticket booth and asked, "Is it that bad?" and she laughed and said, "No, I think it's just such a nice day." (It got up all the way to 78 degrees. I don't know what it is about here but 78 just feels like 90.) She added that it was cute from the little that she saw yesterday.

Then, we got our popcorn and drink and the guy behind the counter said, "From the look of things, you guys will have a private screening." I was like, "NO WAY! Nobody's in there?" And, yep, nobody was in the movie house, just me and M. So we chose the very center of the movie house to sit in. I know it's the middle cause I even counted seats.

But, it didn't turn out to be a private screening. 3 girls showed up. Then a father and a daughter. I wonder if it was the daughter's treat, today being father's day. So, the final head count was a grand total of 19! I kid you not.

The movie was OK. It was cute, not in the teeny-bopper sense. It was like a coming of age type movie. I didn't like Carmen, though, she's such a whiner. And there were a couple of tender moments but not enough to make me cry. I would recommend this movie as a "wait for the DVD to come out".

I started writing about a story I know but changed my mind. It's not my story and since it's too personal, I think I shouldn't write about it.

So, now, I don't have anything to post. The weather's nice. Finally. And, I read this book but that's about it. I could write something from the past since absolutely nothing worthy of posting is happening right now. But...

I know, where would I rather be right this minute. The weather is nice as I was saying, the sun is out, the sky is blue. Just a couple of clouds here and there. Makes me think of the beach. That's where I would rather be right now! The Beach. If I could, I'd go to Punta Linaw and just doze under a coconut tree and feel the breeze and hear the gentle lapping of the waves and taste the salt in the air. I can hear the voices of my cousins playing around me and aunts getting lunch ready and uncles getting drunk. I smell lechon. What I would pay for a bite of the crispy lechon skin. Or kinilaw. Or kilawin. While drinking out of a coca-cola bottle! Wait! I'm way past legal age now, I can ask for a San Mig light.

I absolutely love San Mig Light. I used to drink like a fish. Ask any of my friends, I could outdrink any of them. After my pregnancy, I became a social drinker. I thought I finally got over my drinking, (The truth was, I was beginning to think I was becoming an alcoholic, an aunt of mine said, it seems to run in our family), but in Davao, I realized I could still drink like a fish. I just didn't have anybody to drink with. It's no fun drinking alone. Don't get me wrong, I DO NOT miss the throbbing headache in the morning or that dry throat or the unquenchable thirst or even that yucky feel in your tummy the day after. Like absolutely every food is gonna make you puke. I hate the "I wish the ground would stop moving for JUST a second" or "I think, I'm gonna have to sleep on the floor".

But, I do love that state where you feel the "buzz" and you can't help smiling or laughing even though nothing is funny and the only thing that is actually funny is that silly grin in your face. Or when you can't stop giggling over some lame joke.

Oh, man. Here I go again, reminiscing.

Since I'm in the mood for recollection, here's the story behind the explosion.

I was in my 3rd year high school. For the life of me, I can't remember my section. I know the rest, 1-Gold, 2-Green, 3-_______, and 4-White.

I want to say it was during Practical Arts. I'm not sure but it was definitely the last period before lunch. I don't know who started it but we have a dare: throw a triangle (fire-cracker) at the quadrangle. I was saying that it's pretty easy, all you need to do is take the paper around the wick and it will not explode right away. We excused ourselves to go to the bathroom, we unwrapped the wick in the and on our way back to class, we threw the lit triangle.

It worked, we were sitting in class when it finally exploded. It took too long to go BOOM! that we too were surprised when it finally did. We were saying it was not loud enough (we used a 3-star), so we decided to do it again later.

After lunch, I had a 5-star with me. Again, we unwrapped the wick. Using a gum, we stuck it behind the rail on the stairwell close to the clinic. It took forever to go and when it did, it was LOUD! Maybe the stairwell helped, but it was really loud.

The bell rang. Fr. L, our CLE teacher, who was acting-Prefect, came in and said he'll be right back but he needs to go around the classrooms for an inspection. This gave us time to hide incriminating evidence. We moved the platform and threw everything in there. But when Fr. L came back he said, they found a freshman with firecrackers on him. We sighed our relief.

Fr. L went on ranting about the dangers of explosives. He went on to say that another priest was pretty upset since it disturbed the afternoon mass. Somebody asked what's going to happen to the freshman, and Fr. L said, he will be suspended for 3 days.

That would have been the end of it but Richard M, the class president, bragged about how he knew who really was behind the explosion. Unfortunately, he bragged to the wrong guy. He was the freshman's brother and the brother went straight to Fr. L and told Fr. L that Richard M knew who did it.

The sacrificial lamb was RJ M. We talked about this and RJ said, he'll confess and we don't need to worry about it, he'll own up to everything. It was a real surprise to me then when Monday rolled around.

Fr. L came bursting into our classroom, pointed at me and boomed, "SINUNGALING!" If you know Fr. L, you know how scary that was. I felt so small. The bell rang for Monday general assembly. He then said, "Wait for me at the Prefect's office." I was so scared. Everybody else was walking to the gym while I was walking to the Prefect's office. I felt like crying. I sat in the office, I could hear from the PA system the assembly and before the School song, I heard RJ apologizing.

Fr. L came to the office and started his sermon. I don't remember all of it, I was too worried about how he's gonna call my mom. I do remember him saying, "santa-santatita, demonyita pala" and calling me "palestinian terrorist". He asked me who else was involved and I could have given him the names of the rest but I saw no point to that. It was Donna G, Jerome R, RJ M, Richard M and me.

I got suspended for 3 days. I cleaned the library (stole a book, too), the chapel, the faculty room, the girl's bathroom (the big one, the one on the ground floor). One afternoon, Fr. L told me to go to every classroom and collect the trash. I also had to sweep the gym, what made this even more humiliating was, I did this while one class was practicing for the choral speech fest. Finally, it was over. Or, at least I thought so.

The next Monday, Mr. P was back. After the assembly, he announced for me to report to the Prefect's Office right after the assembly. And I got another earful. He said he knows that it was me who's been signing his announcements on the bulletin board.(He used different colored chalks and I have access to it, my geometry teacher uses different colored chalks for illustration and she always asks me to get chalks). He said if I do it again, he's gonna make me erase all the little MD's that I've been vandalizing all over the campus.

After that incident, Fr. L was very aloof towards me. He seldom calls me in class. But at the last mass for the school year, I did caught his eye during the "Kordero ng Dios" song and when I did, I gave him the "V" sign for peace. I wonder if he ever forgave me. I wonder where he is right now.

2 things that I wanted to do but I never did: steal the prefect's sign over the door and ring the school bell 10 minutes early for lunch.

Do you believe in ghosts?

When I was growing up, the older cousins used to tell us ghosts stories about Aunt P's houses. Aunt P's houses are really spooky. Maybe it's because they're so big and it has just have that eerie feel to it. People spoke in hushed voices even if Aunt P's not around.

The house in Lupon. They said that doors open and close on their own and footsteps can be heard upstairs. They said that, sometimes, you can hear a baby cry in the middle of the day coming from the downstairs bathroom in the movie house. The theory goes that it used to be a clinic and maybe a baby died there. A house guest even reported hearing this unearthly scratching in his door and when he opened the door, he saw a wrinkled hand with very long nails.

The house in Sikalig. The workers said that often they see Uncle B looking out of the window (what's spooky about this is, of course, it wasn't Uncle B) and most times they say that late at night they see a lady dressed in white walking around the grounds.

The house in Davao. My favorite story goes, they would hear a knock on the door around 6 PM. Upon opening the door this headless nun would ask if she can have something to eat. If you open the door wide enough, the nun would walk in and simply vanish. How's that for spooky?

I don't know if the stories are true. I lived at Aunt P's house in Manila for a good many years and I have one story that is kinda spooky.

Back when I was still studying in Mapua, I spent long hours into the night on school work. Sometimes, if I need a bigger working space, I'd head downstairs and work on the dining table. It happened in one of those nights where I was in the dining room. I woke up to this tap on my right shoulder and realized that I fell asleep in the middle of my assignment. I woke up and finished up. As I was putting away my stuff, it dawned on me. Who woke me up? Everybody was asleep. I tried to remember just what woke me up. Was it a dream? And as I closed my eyes trying to recall what happened, I remembered. I remembered the tap. That spot on my shoulder felt heavy like a hand was still there. I told myself, "Don't be scared, just relax, it's just your imagination" over and over again. I pretended to yawn and said something aloud like "I'm so sleepy.", slowly walked upstair and when I reached my door, I ran to the bed and put the covers over my head. Even today, much as I like to think that it was just a dream, I think it really did happen and even as I'm typing this, I can still remember just how that tap felt.

Mom is an experimental cook.

Meaning, she likes to experiment in cooking much to Dad's dismay. One day, she made sinigang with potato. When we asked her why the sinigang has potatoes, she replied because there were no taros (gabi). The next day, she cooked nilagang baka and when we asked her why the nilaga doesn't have any potatoes, she sheepishly replied because she used up the potatoes in the sinigang.

Look at that, 2 posts in 1 day. I am so bored.

Oh, man, I didn't sleep well last night.

I woke up at somewhere around 11, then 3, then 4 then 6, finally the alarm went off. I had 4 different dreams but I could only recall 2.

OK, so me and G (it supposed to be G, but he did not look anything like G) were walking by the beach (somehow the village where we live has a beach) and it was gloomy (that's how I know we were still in England) and there were a lot of people by the beach when all of a sudden the waves starts getting bigger and bigger and finally it was gigantic and I thought to myself "Tsunami!" but it wasn't. This one guy got dragged into the sea and when the waves crashed into the beach the guy was nowhere in sight instead there was a piece of an aircraft's tail. We walked up to the tail and people around it were not interested in it but they were still looking out to the sea. I followed their gaze and the rest of the airplane was there out on the sea. There were people in a lifeboat and a whole lot of other people rescuing them. I asked somebody if they saw the airplane crash-landed and they said "yeah" and all I could think about was "Man, I wish I have my camera with me." I said something like, "At least now I know an airplane CAN land on water." (I don't know why I said that) Then, one of the lifeboats got to the beach and we started clapping our hands (apparently, he's the captain of the airplane). He asked somebody if there's a phone somewhere he could use. And that's all I can remember.

The other dream was, I was back in school. (I'm not sure which school it was, it didn't look anything like any school I've been to). We were at the gym but not like a gym in school but a gym for working out. I was there with my AMA friends using the stationary bicycle except for Chona who was doing the Hoola hoop (?). When we were done with the bike, I looked around and Chona was nowhere to be seen so I asked Girlie if Chona went home, she said that Chona went to Room 2 (again, ?). I went out and saw Russell and his kid and it was raining. I said something like, I'm gonna go get Chona and went to Room 2. But, to get to Room 2, you have to climb into a WINDOW, so I climbed into this window and Miguel (he's not from AMA but Mapua) wouldn't let me. He was scrubbing the floor (using a lampaso, hahaha) and he was hitting my hand with a broom (not the walis ting-ting kind, the other one). And, the teacher was asking Miguel to stop it and let me in since rehearsal's gonna start. And so I got in, and we started rehearsing this dance. And Irene is my partner. I don't know what kind of dance it was. It was weird. I'm still at Room 2 and it's very big. And on the other side of the room, I caught a glimpse of my crush back in college. He was faceless but I knew it was him. I can feel myself waking up and I don't want to wake up cause I want to see his face. I kinda forgot how he looks. But, I woke up yet again.

I tried to go back to the dream but I ended up dreaming a different dream.

Excuse the rant.

I am SO mad at G last night. He's been gone for 4 weeks now and he hasn't called or emailed me. I just thought that maybe he doesn't have access to a phone or computer. But, I checked his email last night and ARGH! he's been checking his email and from the looks of it, he has enough time to browse EBay since there were 2 unopened messages from a vendor about a question of his regarding an item. I read the other messages, the ones he has opened, there was one from his teacher in high school. G wrote to him about how's everything going and he was surprised to see the school's website. SEE, he even have time to browse whatever. And their was another one from some Land Rover group. He'll be home in two weeks in he'd better have a VERY good excuse why he hasn't called or at least drop a line on how he's doing!

Deep breath!

I grew up surrounded by cousins.

Eversince I could remember, my cousins were my playmates. There were 4 of us. Portia, Ian, Junjun and me. We were pretty much together all the time. From the moment we wake up, walking to school (our houses are literally a stone's throw from each other), in school, walking home from school (my older cousins would have Queen on the stereo really loud), and we're still together after school, we part when it's bedtime only to see each other again the day after. We even have the same friends.

I have a wonderful childhood. Most nights were spent in the movie house. They would start showing movies at around 6 PM except on Sundays where if memory serves me right, it would start around 10 am, maybe 11. I remember we would go up to the stage, before the movie starts, and we start dancing. The most memorable song would be El Bimbo and we would dance the cha-cha.

We'd sit in the very first row and narrate the whole movie. I wonder how the people around us felt back then. We would run around the movie house not a care in the world. We would go to the operator's room and see how it works and one of the thing that always interests me is when they have to fix the reel. They would cut out a strip that's giving them problems and connect them together again using colorless nail paint.

We climbed all sorts of trees back then. Guava and Mansanitas are the most favored trees. It's just too hard to climb on a Santol and with Mangoes, you're better off throwing stones at the fruit and hope they fall off since Mangoes usually have a lot of ants.

The beach holds a lot of good memories, too. I don't know just how often we went to the beach but special occasions are usually held at Punta Linaw and usually on a Sunday. We'd head out pretty early in the morning and come home late in the afternoon. Why is it that Coke tastes better at the beach? Is it all that salt on your lips?

Sometimes, the older cousins would let us play with them. And it's usually hide and seek. It was unfair though cause there were no boundaries, the whole town is the hiding place. Or, maybe they just want to play hide and seek to get rid of us. I can't remember how it would end.

Of course, we would have our little fights, too. I remember one time, we were building miniature town, and I don't remember why but me and Portia ruined Ian's town when he had to go home for lunch and then we left little puppy paw marks all over his town so he'll think it was the dog's fault and not me and Portia.

Me and Portia had this huge fight, too. And since we have the same friends, I think we made our friends choose which side they wanted to be on. That was so silly. I don't even remember how the fight started.

But, all good things must come to an end. When I was 11 or 12, we moved to Davao.

I'm so happy that I can't stop crying.

So, I weighed myself last Monday, actually I weigh myself every Monday, and I lost a grand total of 4 pounds. It's more like 3.8 pounds, but it's close enough. And that's why I'm so happy. 20 more pounds to go.

I have a problem though. I go to the gym in the morning after I drop off M at school. School ends next Thursday and so now, I can't go to the gym. Kids are not allowed inside the gym. There's a track that I can do my walking, but my problem with that is what to do with M. She HATES walking. My other thought was to pitch her half-tent in the middle of the track while she plays her gameboy while I do my walk but I can just see it now, somebody's gonna come up to say that, pitching tent in the field is not allowed.

It will only be for one week. When mom gets here, we could all walk and when they tire, mom & M can go to the playground and I'll finish my walk. I just don't want a break in my workout though, I've reached the level where going to the gym is part of my day and I'm afraid that a break would ruin it.

Anywho, I'm so happy that I can't stop crying. That's a song, by the way.

I need something new to occupy myself.

Or else I'll die of boredom. Eversince I found out that mom will be here with me soon, time seems to crawl ever so slowly. I'm so restless and nothing I do is enough to keep me occupied. I'm tired of playing Harvest Moon. I can't concentrate on the book that I'm reading. Cleaning the house doesn't yield much joy. And, it's still a good 2 weeks before she'll be here.

What to do with myself?

chatty

Maybe it's because I miss adult conversation.

I find myself responding to small talks that I absolutely hate. It used to be just hi and hello, how's it going, see you later but now it has evolved into a full conversation.

I found out that Austin, Megan's classmate is moving to Georgia soon. So is Ryan. His mom is a Filipina who I've said hello to since we moved here and now she has invited us to her other son, Nicholas' birthday party on 25th of June. They will be going to Texas on August.

My grocery boy/bagger is going on a paintball thingie over the weekend at Thetford. It costs 10 GBP per person and he said it's really fun and I should try it sometime.

Things like this never happen to me. I'm not a friendly person, I'm almost a snob. I guess, the only thing that stops me from being categorized as a snob is I DO smile. Mom, on the other hand, is exactly opposite. She'd be anywhere, just give her 5 minutes and she can befriend anyone. Up to a point that after their chat, she'd be able to tell you the history of that person. And sometimes, mom would say, yeah, that's my cousin or we're related by however many degrees.

Maybe, I'm turning into my mom.

double life

The other one being my virtual life.

Right now, I'm a farmboy trying to save my village from being turn into a theme park. What the heck am I talking about? A game. Harvest Moon. I bought this for M but as usual I'm the one playing it. I've been playing it for a week straight now, hence the absence.

The thing with me is I get so into these games that my life is on a stand still until I finish the game. I'm functioning at a minimal level. The only things that will take me away from my game are the basic necessities of life such as sleeping and eating. I've been sleeping for at the most 4 hours a night and I'm a walking zombie right now.

I've finished the game on Thursday BUT there are 8 other alternate endings to the game. So, I'm still playing. So far, I've done 3 endings and I'm on to my 4th one. The only reason why I'm able to post right now is I'm making dinner and I'm waiting for it to boil so it can start the simmering and then I'll continue playing.

I should be back for good next week.