Pandemonium

Finally, a chance to blog again. Our server has been down for a while and I couldn't do much with the computer.

Wednesday: Got the NBI clearance already. Needless to say, the photo was awful. I look constipated. We had lunch at Plato Platina in Blue Wave. We ordered Pasta Marinara, All-meat Pizza, Pollo a la Salvatorre (chicken courdon bleu in red sauce) and Pollo a la Gorge (grilled chicken with mushroom sauce). The chicken was a bit flaky but overall, it was flavorful. The serving is just enough for one person, not much for sharing. The price is also reasonable. Did I mention dessert? The Mango creme pie is very light, not too sweet. On the otherhand, the Decadent chocolate cake came a bit short of its name.
By 8pm, we were already at the airport to pick up Jayson's mom. The first thing she asked of Flor( my SIL) and I is "Wala pa bang laman?" (sabay hampas sa mga tiyan namin) Oh well, in as much as we wanted to have one...there's nothing... or at least, I haven't confirmed it yet. It's still early to conclude and I don't want to give them false hopes at this point. We had dinner at Seaside Market where food is overflowing. It's the perfect place to pig-out when you're craving for seafood. Afterwhich, Jayson had to bring his mom home to bulacan for Tito Eddie's internment.

Thursday: Dad went home to Lubao, Pampanga. My aunt called him saying that my grandma has been calling out for his name, sort of making a roll-call. My grandma is 93 years old. She's bedridden, with a bad eyesight and short of hearing. She almost died a couple of times...but she is one hell of a fighter. I remember she told me that she wanted to see me pregnant before she finally lays to rest. Pressure...
Come night time, it was late and my dad has not come home yet. I was getting worried that something might have happened to him on his way home. I couldn't call him because he didn't carry a cellphone. So, I just waited in vain. When he finally arrived, he told me his horrifying experience. He got involved in a freak accident along the highway. Apparently, he was driving fast (100km/hr) and didn't see the bridge was under construction. NLEX is poorly lighted, there were no warning devices and no signs of construction ahead. In an attempt to avoid the rutt, he stepped on the brakes and started spinning madly... much like the scene from Tom Cruise's MI2. Aside from him getting shocked, and some minor scratches on the vehicle, my dad was safe. Oh dad, what will I do without you? Thank God, he was wearing a seatbelt.

Friday night: Had some flower arrangement done at Dangwa and brought it to Bulacan. Accompanied my parents to Tito Eddie's wake. I had a bad experience with one of Jayson's family friends. When we arrived at the wake, as a sign of respect or just plain courtesy, I made "Mano" to the elderlies. Because the house was small and crowded, I reached in with my left hand as there was somebody blocking my right side. This old lady, which was the bestfriend of Jayson's aunt, just blurted with disgust that I did the "mano" with the wrong hand. I was humiliated. Good thing my parent's didn't hear her make such a nasty comment. I learned my lesson and I'm sticking to it. Never again will I come near her. She disrepected me and I don't think that people who don't respect others should not expect to be treated with respect too.

Saturday-Sunday: Went home to bulacan again for the funeral. It was a dark time for the family. While the immediate family was weeping in silence, here comes the superstar crying out loud. It was so annoying to see. If she didn't care much for the dead when he was still alive and fighting for his life, why should she start caring now? All this drama is lame. More like the payed crying ladies seen in movies. And the Best actress award goes to her. It's all superficial.

Monday: It's our 9th year anniversary! Jayson's still with his mom in Bulacan. I spent the day working on our digiscrapbook. Another year, and we totally forgot about it!