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Christmas in the Philippines

I just received a call from my cousin, requesting us to take them to the airport on Monday. For some reason, a blessing rained on them that they have to rush to the Philippines for a week. I’m envious, but I’m happy for her that she could celebrate her Gold Birthday (if there’s such a thing) with her family in the province of Negros Occidental.

I’d been hoping for the day when my husband could witness Christmas in the Philippines. We’d always gone home in June which allowed us 6 weeks of rainy day vacation–not that I’m complaining–it’s still time with the family! But…Christmas!!! It’s the most celebrated time of the year.

Maybe, I’ll add pictures when I get the chance.

UPDATE: 3-19-2011

After 3 months I finally got to my pictures–dropping off my cousin and family at LAX. Their flight was supposed to leave sometime at 10 a.m.– and 3hrs before departure they must be at the airport, shooting for 7 a.m.! The plan was to leave between 5:30 and 6 a.m., and of course…at 4:30, everyone was getting ready. It was a rainy morning, and Christmas travel being always busy–time allowance should be factored in for wise measure.

Entering LAX

As the light changes colors.

Mesmerizing colors!

Leaving the lights behind.

It's the LAX tower!

It's just another plane!

We're almost there...inch by inch!

Here we come...Philippines!

 

Of course...we need a cart--or 2!

Sure...3 boxes and counting!

Time to head home in the rain.

Thank G*d for a little break from the rain.

           And most of all, we missed most of the traffic…glad we were not on the other side of the road. I think, there was an accident we just missed.
           Fast forward to them coming back just in one weekI still say not even Christmas can make me do it. (SIDE BAR: I did it once in 2005…for a once in a lifetime family reunion while 9 of us siblings were still complete…still are, which is a blessing! They tried to at least accommodate my one week spring break.)
          Sort of our golden rule–Take the SHUTTLE in coming home, and don’t bring back a lot of stuff. I, most especially, don’t want to wait for any delayed flight…my husband and I take the shuttle ourselves when we come back from vacation. I even refuse to take anything that wouldn’t fit in our carry-on luggage. WHY?
          Here’s just why–my cousin & family missed their connecting flight in another country, waited overnight and almost did not get on the unconfirmed new connecting flight, chanced another available flight from Manila to the province, and– lucky enough to spend Christmas Eve and Christmas (also her 50th Birthday)–with the third day just enough to go back to Manila for their flight back to the US. Mission accomplished!
           However, the following day she had to go back to work…only to find herself too sick to finish a day of work. She and her daughter got sick for the rest of the week. How can anyone convince me that Christmas in the Philippines for a week is worth all the trouble? To me…this would simply be a torture!

 

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One Day I’m Allowed to Be Crazy

Last Friday was 1 h*ck of a bloggy day. Friday I don’t go to work, and anything goes–from crazy, bizarre, poignant, shocking, shameful (sometimes maybe shameless), etc….today, watching Today Show made me think:

I can’t really post more serious things about the Philippines until I learn how to keep my blog safe from some blog scraper. Yeah, www.flyhotel.net is not scraping every post I have now. I noticed he didn’t really want the gory stuff (maybe without the bloody part, OK–you know what I mean) nor does he want something about sewing or about the ancient Philippine native dress. He’s starting to be a little discriminating now. He still likes my Survivor Philippines though.

Another point, while I still have no clue to really organize a website [which I now realize from my earlier internet bumming days, you can monitize], and my goal is to get there (Oh, com’on now, surely I’m allowed to dream too) when I retire in my Fairview, Quezon City haven or should I say heaven (?) beyond the cloud of pollution (ubo…ubo!!! just coughing in Pilipino). Doesn’t it sound poetic–Beyond the Cloud of Pollution? There lies my Fairview…the dream of an old aging nutty woman, rising from the barren earth. [Of course, it’s Fairview rising…sure it could be that nutty woman…we’ll have the dissection in my ESL site. I just like the sound of it at this moment.] Now you have a glimpse of the frustrated writer in me.

Back to reality, it seems that most of the bloggers agree that it would take roughly 2 years to get people to notice your blog–unless you have that lottery winning streak or that unlucky birthmark on your b*tt. I think I sort of believe that since it’s almost the time my husband got his xzyllardrums website getting some orders. Oh, not to forget hitting the $100 adsense mark…2 years is quite a long time enough to blur one’s memory (after getting tired checking it everyday, every week then 2 months, and we just have to get on with life until we forgot). And Wow…we finally got that unexpected check. But wait-a-minute…how much did we pay for AT&T hosting and DSL connection? Does adsense really make sense? Maybe someday! I therefore conclude that I’ll keep blogging…let it lead me wherever it may wish…and just enjoy the ride. I’ll clean up the mess in 2 years if I’m still there.

Hmmmm…I just don’t know where to start from my pile (I want to say ‘file’ but I’m not getting there yet) of rotten ideas–truth or inconsequencial stuff?

*Originally posted @ https://zylla3.wordpress.com