the longest journey begins with a single step

06/18/08

    We had the chance to talk again… as usual he told me usual things like he missed me so on and so forth…

06/19/08

   I thought I was gonna freeze to death… Straight from work I went to the hotel where we held our service. The room was freezing. Not so many members attended so it contributed to iciness of the place.  I felt a bit distracted actually… hehe…But I tried hard to stay focus because I wouldn’t be attending church the next day…  I went home very late. Of course, as usual I had encounters with maniacs roaming around the streets. Thank God I arrived home unscathed… Although I had a throbbing headache, I didn’t go to bed just yet.  We needed to unpack some of our stuff… my sister has been nagging me about me not helping them… her voice was too loud our new neighbors could hear her… I feel a bit embarrassed actually because she’s been talking to me like I’m a 7yr old kid. My sister could be really demeaning sometimes…

06/20/08

Ate bads got a bonus (or something like that) from her office…she treated us to lunch and merienda… I shopped for some pasalubong…we finally talked to our landlady, hmm… apparently she was not that greedy as we thought… it appeared that she was asking us something fair enough…

06/21/08

We stayed home. We went to the grocery late in the afternoon… my sister wasn’t feeling well I told her to go home and I would be the one who’d go to the other grocery. She asked me to buy her something. I knew she gave me the money but I seemed had lost it… and on my way back home, I decided to use a different route… I wanted to explore the new place to discover new routes… I wasn’t certain where that road would lead me but I still went ahead…believing it was a short cut…but I got a little lost… and instead of having a short cut, I tread a road to nowhere … that took so much of my time… the worse thing was I ended up on a road that had building-construction all over the place… so if there’s construction, there is always of course… construction laborers… I have nothing against them, and I do think it’s a decent job. But the construction laborers weren’t the one who’s decent. I just walked pretending I couldn’t hear or see them… just trying to ignore them… but my goodness, deep inside I was scared to death. Some construction workers back in my country are somehow like them… they yell at you, try to get your attention… but I know laborer here can do so much than yelling at you…they can really do harm to you… but I went home safely, though.

TODAY:

    I talked to the accounts dept. asking them for my money they said I couldn’t get it just yet… argh! My flight is soon and I still don’t have my money with me yet!!!