For once, I'm bringing some effort back into this blog. After weeks of post-lacking and uninteresting little quips, it's time for a major update of my life. And boy, do I have a LOT to tell. I'm not even sure where to begin...
For one thing, the so-called 'epic' move to U.S. wasn't so epic. I was puking and coughing and gagging like a sick dog during the entire 12-hour flight. Not very pleasant. Now how, you ask, did it turn out so horriblly? Well, let me go back to how our big trip to U.S. went back in Sept. 15, Wednesday.
Every smart persona knows there's a lot in life to complain about.
We spent two days packing our things, separating all the crappy old clothes that we could never possibly resurrect from our good ones. We stuffed our incomplete pairs of socks and underwear in whatever box we could fill them with. The hauling process was tiring for my parents, especially when they had the entire trip to worry about. It was during all the chaotic packing-up had I realize how low my sense of fashion had once been... who knew I once owned pink-silken pajamas with feet? (O__O)
Two days --- and three HUGE boxes --- later, we were at our last night sleeping in the Philippines. I barely slept that night, taking in every little detail of the room I knew so well. And then it occurred to me how much I'd miss everything about this place... how it had always been home to me. I guess I was growing rather sentimental at that point. XD
The next morning, we left for Manila on a damp morning at 5AM. I barely had time to rub the sand from my eyes before I was being yelled at to go take a bath. We were driven to the airport using my dad's friend's car (he's the guy I call 'Tito Red' who also happens to be my maninoy of all sorts). During my time in the car, I was texting Mitch, Justine and a anonymous person my goodbyes. Two hours later, we landed in Manila's Paranaque airport and was brought over to Lola Alyn's house for a rest before our nighttime flight. Then a little idea that's been reoccurring at the back of my head for the past two months suddenly urged me to make it happen. No matter how random it seemed, I had to ask for help this time...
........ I asked my Lola Alyn to bring a bracelet made of stainless steel and hard rubber to someone in Manila. Pasig, to be more precise. There were two of those bracelets: the one I was giving to this person had three stars engraved on the steel and the one I was keeping had two fishes. I asked her to keep it a secret from my parents. And, since I was leaving, I explained to her that I wanted to give this person something since I probably wouldn't be back for a long time. She agreed, and promised to send the little trinket to him (which meant she payed for the delivery) by LBC. I gave her the address and walked off with a smile. But then, I collapsed on the bed and forgot I promised to call the person I was sending the bracelet to via landline. (-__-);
I awoke with a start a few hours later, still exhausted by reasons beyond my drowsy understanding. I brushed my teeth zombie-style and crawled downstairs towards the car which was tucked away at the garage. We rode through the streets of Makati and made our way through a different district of the city. We bought burritos at the Mall of Asia and went around for a while. Then, we got off at the airport. We went through the many procedures needed to enter the flight waiting area. It involved passport checkups, bomb checkups and item checkups. If you've gone traveling before, you'd know what I'm talking about. :3 But since this was an international flight, they took these safety measures to the extreme just to make sure there were no bombs shifting their way into any of the planes and killing hundreds of passengers. (o__o)
Around this time, I was starting to feel weird. Not the 'I-think-I'm-imagining-things' weird, but the 'I-think-I'm-gonna-throw-up-from-those-spicy-burritos' weird. I though it was food poisoning at first, but I guess it was just acid. But whatever it was, the excruciating stomach pains continued into the dead of the night. I had to go to the public bathroom just to puke this colorless salty stuff. I lost count on how many times I went back and forth after the fifth puke session. (x__x)
My dad had the 'annoyed-but-logical' look on his face. He figured I wasn't just complaining after I started the series of puking. My mom was worried, but she couldn't do anything cause Drey was being hyper and whiny and so she had to continue to look after him. (-.-);
By the time the plane arrived, I drained almost two bottles of Gatorade. And I continued to puke. The puking only stopped after I started developing a high fever during the flight. I'm surprised the people at the airport didn't suspend my family's flight out of "New Virus Strain" suspicions. (>__<) I couldn't even eat the good-looking food served during the flight... my stomach convulsed and contracted at the slightest movement or liquid intake. Not only that, but the fever made me sensitive to light and the temperature. I slept during the entire time under one of those airplane blankets. Basically, it was a horrible post-trip experience. Just HORRIBLE. I was far from excited. I just wanted the torture to be over... Bah. I lived, anyway. So I guess it's all good. XD
America is interesting. I'll talk about school another time. Wow, wouldn't THAT be a long post? (>.>);
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