So then I moved my planned vacation… (Part1)

How did it go? I supposed to be on leave on last week of December for Christmas and New Year; however, due to some unexpected matters, I changed it. I moved the date in the first week of November. I luckily spent my one-week vacation in my hometown, Leyte. Now the question is, how did I spend it? What did I do? Well maybe, you’ll just bore out of reading my story, but you don’t have a choice. YOU HAVE TO CONTINUE READING. Kidding aside, I just spent it the same way I spend my vacation whenever I visit my place. As you know, I’m not really an adventurous lady, so I mostly go out because I want to try eating something or someone else invites me. So I must say, 60% of my vacation was spent mainly for sleeping. You can’t blame me. I have been lack of sleep. This is my chance to sleep late and have siesta time; however, I think I still need more sleep. I feel my eyes are still longing for a deep sleep because my eyes still look puffy, or maybe I’m just a little bit selfish.

What about the rest 40%? Well, I spent it talking nonsense to my 2-year-old cousin and goddaughter, Sherlyn. I have seen here once last year, so I was kind of excited to see her again. She learned few Bisayan words and most of them are not suitable for her, but for adults it’s funny because of her age. I think her mother should teach her more appropriate words. Right now, I’m missing her.

What else? Another part of it was allotted to answering insulting and annoying questions both from my neighbors and relatives. For your information, growing up in a small village and spending my teenage years in a town are quite unfortunate for me. I know all the people in my village from grandparents to their grandchildren, in short, I was acquainted with all family names. Unlike other barangays (village), my place’s population is small, moreover, they also know all about my background at the same time. Furthermore, having knowledge that I am in the town, their curiosity suddenly boomed like a time bomb. They kept me pestering by asking about the money I earn, my savings, my love life, my plan and worst my face (to keep my self-respect I have wholeheartedly decided not to give more details of this). Please be reminded that I had to deal with it for one week, gosh, one week felt like ages. Thanks to them. Don’t get me wrong. I mean there isn’t something wrong to ask those questions. I would have probably answered them to their heart content but instead of feeling grateful because they might really concerned about me, I really felt insulted and belittled. However, I don’t totally blame them because we are all victims of stereotyping (which I will explain on my next blog). Fortunately, I didn’t end up being loser or ungrateful for this trip because something great happened to me too. I got my documents, though I had a little trouble at first, visited my grandfather’s tomb on All Saint’s Day and the day before my voyage, met my father after almost one year, had dinner twice with my high school best friends, Denise and Charmine, and lastly swam in my favorite river called “Santilmohan”. (Picture below)

I wanna go back to this paradise

Lastly, I got reprimanded again (which she always does whenever I come home) with my dearest Lola. She also asked me the same questions, though I felt little annoyed by those, I believe that she deserves to know all of it than any other people around me, so I told her everything. She looks satisfied with my answers, but I am sure she doesn’t believe half of it. I am not really sure, she’s too unpredictable. Nevertheless, I know her intentions- making sure that I am doing what is right in deciding my future and life.

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