The Sunday Currently | 35

How is it that it's the last Sunday of May already! Quite fast yet quite slow... or i am just time disoriented again. What's up?

>The local election in PH- congratulations to my father for being elected as barangay chairman again for the 3rd time around. We salute you for being a good public servant. And to my brother Harry- yeah i just saw his post on facebook "happy 14th", what the h*ll is that hahaha. Kidding. Just be happy bro ❤.

>And I have gone out with friends and slept over for 2 times now. Omo how's my social life 😅. And they made me take Uber alone. How dare you guys. That was at death's door experience! But i got home safe and sound thank God.

>Also some high school classmates who happen to be here in KSA are getting in touch with me. They wanna meet for old time sake 🙂.

>And about work- some days are busy, some are not. Apparently Ramadan has something to do with those slow days. Nevertheless we carry out our duty the way it is- always doing our best for the patients 🙂.

>And i remember it's been one month since the closure of Boracay islands. I haven't been there yet and it will still be closed for the next 5 months so by October it will be open to public again. Hopefully things will improve greatly, coz am thinkin about spending some time at the beach on vacation. If not in Boracay, maybe the family could go somebeach else...

Currently I am...

Reading
the same books. Ah i am so slow ㅠㅠㅠ.

Writing
in my journal- some private thoughts that of course i cannot share publicly, little things, poems, wishlist... And rewriting/ modifying/ updating the blog "What's in your backpack". It has been in my draftbox since last year, and i have added and edited it countless times and even changed some photos. Everytime i see the red word draft i read it all over again and decide that something's not good, something's missing. I don't know exactly when i can finally post it.

Listening
to Moira Dela Torre's "Sundo", "Tagpuan", "Malaya". I've included her songs in my playlist. Nice voice 🙂.

Thinking
that i should spend less time facebooking and sleep more or read more 😢.

Smelling
some faint candle smell?

Wishing
i'm not working tonight but what can i do. hahaha

Hoping
for a good and fruitful and peaceful week for everyone.

Wearing
Shirt, shorts, glasses.

Loving
how bright and natural it is outside. It feels so different that i'm returning home from work at 4 pm. I get to see how nature looks at daytime and even feel the heat of May sunshine.

Suddenly i'm craving for clubhouse sandwich from JD bakeshop in Iloilo City! We used to walk under the sun to JD and have lunch or snacks there. Ah missin the old times ㅠㅠㅠ

Wanting
ice cream! Ice cream! And clubhouse sandwich!

Needing
to get some sleep coz am working tonight.

Feeling
happy. Yeah little things make me the happiest. I got a backpack and 2 books and a pair of earrings from Harry early this May 😊.

*Souvenirs from Egypt i actually got last month from doc.

And this real big 🍭 from doc as well...

You got a big heart! ❤


*And this little girl who approached me saying "look! We have the same shoes!"

*My youngest brother is also a stress reliever. When we chat he makes me laugh, he tells me nonsense and stupid things, he just doesn't take life seriously... i think somehow it's good. Hey Carlo, i'm waiting for your message but maybe not now coz i need to stay away from my phone.

*And when we have time, we eat out at Filipino restos, where they serve pinoy dishes that we greatly miss. Nothing beats what you grew up with- unlimited rice, inasal, adobo, pansit, sisig, halo halo. It feels at home!

Halo- halo

Clicking
Facebook. I hate you now really, so i'll just share my tsc post and leave you forever.


Have a good Sunday everyone! Ramadan Kareem ❤.

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The Sunday Currently | 34

Sunday- the week starter. Actually it's Monday now but whenever i post a tsc on a Sunday, the blog date shows it's one day behind. I don't know why, and this has been an issue ever since but i never had time to find out how to fix it and i think it isn't really a problem so am writing on a Monday so it would show as Sunday kkkkk. Now alloting some time to pen down my thoughts. Solitude is ❤. It's Ramadan and am working on split shifts- 10:00 am-4:00 pm, and 10:00 pm-1:00 am, which works well for me i guess. There's not much adjustment needed because on a regular day, i'm up before 8 and i usually go to bed at 2.

Currently I am...

Reading
4 novels alternately for about 2 months now. Just whichever i pick randomly i continue reading and after a few pages i'd read another one. There's no deadline, but i hope to finish them by the end of Ramadan so i could buy new ones.

Writing
nothing special...or actually small thoughts that suddenly cross my mind. Tis puts my journal into good use.

Listening
to Eraserheads' 'With A Smile' 🙂.

Thinking
that life is kept balanced when not forcing what can't be controlled.

Smelling
fabcon on my shirt and the fresh cup of coffee i'm having now.

Wishing
it's easier to accept things as they are, why they happen, how they happen... I know it's easier said than done, but maybe if we try not to complicate things, everything will fall into place.

Hoping
that whatever the Almighty wills, may it be something the heart has longed and prayed for 🙏.

Wearing
pambahay for now and changing to my work uniform a bit later.

Loving
being able to talk. I mean i guess i'm more open now, i can tell what's on my mind without worrying too much, i could ask without being too anxious, and i could express what i feel. I love how some people make me feel comfortable, how they ask when they sense something's wrong, and how they listen without prejudging ♡. I am still selective to be honest coz i won't open up unless you're someone i trust. But i'm currently surrounded by a few whom i could count on to. I also appreciate it when someone tells me something very private, like a secret, or something very personal. It makes me feel i'm trustworthy too.

Wanting
...a haircut! Like a real verrrrryyyyy short haircut pretty please!

Needing
to declutter. I need a box for the books that occupy 3/4 of my desk.

Feeling
laaaaaaaaaazzzzzzzzzzzyyyyyyyyyyyy 😴, or actually sleepy maybe that i just don't wanna move, but i have to leave my bed and prepare for work.

Clicking
Google. Googling just about everything 😅.

Not your ordinary women

●Tell you about my Lola. I remember as a kid i would hunt spiders in her ginger garden. One time I was earnestly searching for the prized insect when she caught me in the act. She looked sooo angry and i was sooo scared that i couldn't move in fear of stepping on her treasured plants and horrified by the thought of being spanked. "Nanay-am" was all i said. Nanay-am means Lola or Granny btw. "Come here", she said. I moved towards her nearly in tears. The next thing i knew i was pulling out grass by her command, she's standing next to me, hands on her hips, and scolding forever. As a kid i thought it was the worst punishment for my mistake, but despite that, my grandmother was the most gentle, loving, caring, selfless granny of all. I could never thank her enough for everything she did for me and my brothers, for all her sacrifices and heartaches, for her endless love... I miss you so much Nanay-am 😭.

●I remember spending time in our old nipa hut, reading letters and christmas and mother's day cards from my aunts in America and Canada. I didn't have knowledge about those places then, i just knew they were far away. But the distance meant nothing for their letters made them feel closer. Mostly they wrote letters to my granny and my father. They would send post cards and photographs too. Those days were really nostalgic. Thinking about how digital the world is nowadays, i think it's still more valuable and meaningful when something is personally handwritten...it brings more warmth and the message feels more genuine. My aunts are wonderful people i could say. They sent us to school, supported our dreams and aspirations in life, forgave our shortcomings, and they continue to inspire us to this day. May we continue the legacy.

●My mother left to work abroad when i was 8. Honestly i didn't care that much because I couldn't understand the situation. She came home after 2 years and it was when i cried so hard. I realized how much i missed her, how i was deprived of a mother. She missed a lot of happenings in my life...my graduation in elementary, high school, and university, my birthdays, my first menstrual period, my exciting experiences, my stories. I had some hate issues to be honest. That was all i thought for many years. It was only later on, in my growing and maturity process, that i realized i missed a lot in her life too. This is a bit heartbreaking. How i failed to make her feel she's loved, to tell her she's wonderful, that she's beautiful inside out. How i hurt her many times for being stubborn, for answering her back, for not asking how she is. How painful she must have felt when she's sick, how lonely she must have been for all these years. How i never thank her for being my first teacher, for working so hard, for enduring sleepless nights. I am sorry for not being your dream daughter 😭. We missed most of each other's life, yet you always make me understand how things are. Thank you for everything and i love you.

●My bible teacher...how are you doing? It's been a while...a long while that i can't remember when we last studied together. I wasn't a good student i know, but you were very good and patient with me. I am sorry that i always made excuses when i was lazy to study, for skipping important meetings, for not replying to your messages. How i took your kindness for granted. You never gave up on me, and i have learned a lot. Thank you for helping me grow spiritually. I hope to see you soon 😊.

●I first worked with Dr. Farah on July 6, 2017, with her british patient for office bleaching. You remember doc? Never mind hahaha. I just find it funny that she is normal and i'm weird and vice versa- we make a good team in this sense ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ. She is a wonderful person. She is cool and highly intellectual and generous. I'm just proud that i know someone like her. Dokie! Thank you for teaching me, for enlighthening me about the things i can't understand, for the advice, for trusting me. There's this personal fact i learned. I think it's a beautiful thing- to come to love your work, not because of interest to be honest...but because of people who make you look forward to it everyday. They give some sort of inspiration, they release such a positive spirit just by their presence... no words, no actions needed. They make you believe in yourself with a simple pat on your shoulder, or just by saying "you can do it". They help you see the brighter side of life ❤.

●To the old friends Anne and Chelsea, who are great mothers to their kids and are sisters to me. Remember the time you tagged me along on your dates, when you allowed me to sleepover when i was so lonely, or when you brought me to new places...i really treasure those moments. Tho we had some misunderstandings and we don't have constant communication, you're in my heart always. Thank you for keeping up with my bipolar periods, for always forgiving me and correcting my mistakes. You guys made me discover a lot of things, you helped me grow socially, you taught me so many things. I miss you.

●Hello Kim! My adopted sister, my friend, my teacher as well. You spent many years teaching me how to cook, but i never learned. I'm sorry about that, but thank you for always trying. You are one of a kind. You are strong and wise, and you are a great sister. You just don't know how many times you saved my life, how you filled what's missing, how you did things for my sake. Thank you so much Kim. See you at home!