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Saturday, June 3, 2017

adulting

2 days ago, the Boyfriend and I signed a lease contract with Robinsons Malls. 

I've been working for our family business since I was a kid (those Asian memes where a 7 year old child tending to a cash register at a family owned store are true), I've been a nurse (albeit only for a short while), I've tried my hand at being a baker, I've worked at a bank, started my own business.. But this? This made me feel like I'm finally transitioning into the actual adulting phase of my life. 

I don't know why. Maybe because I think it's a big deal to be signing with a big, national corporation. Maybe because this feels like legit grown up stuff. Maybe because I'm ready to take on more responsibilities than what I actually have on now. 


Whatever it is, I'm excited to see what possibilities the future holds. 

Friday, June 2, 2017

on friendships and whatnots

I'm not really a social person. Sure, I have no problem talking to strangers, I can go to a party and mingle with people I don't know, and I'm always open to meeting new people. But deep down I know I'd rather stay home alone or hang out with the small circle of people that I'm always with. I'm not the type who needs to surround myself with friends to feel good about myself. I don't need a lot of friends, just a few who's proven to be loyal along the way. 

I've met a lot of people in my 20-plus years, and while most of those became friends, there's only a select few that I proudly claim as my best friends.

In friendship, I value honesty and loyalty above all. Honesty, because I don't think a friendship - or any type of relationship, really - can survive on lies. And loyalty because friends should always have each other's back, no matter what. 

Events these past few months made me realize that no matter how much you think you know a person, they can and will always surprise you - and sometimes not in a good way.

My friends and I, sometimes we talk about other people behind their backs. Not just strangers and acquaintances, either. We also talk about our friends who have the misfortune of not being with us at that moment. But we don't do it in a malicious way. It's just during one of those typical conversations where his/her name may come up, and it's not something we do intentionally to badmouth them. 

And when word got to one of those "friends" (emphasis on those quotation marks), that person took offense, got mad, and started acting cold towards us. I mean, sure I can understand why she got mad, and I would've apologized for hurting her feelings had she told me, but no. She kept her feelings bottled up for months without saying anything, leaving us to wonder why she stopped talking to us.

It was only about a year later when we found out. From one of our common friends, no less. So apparently everyone knew about her offended sensibilities except for us. She's the victim, with her hurt feelings pouring out, and we are the villains, her "so-called friends talking shit behind her back."

It wasn't something I was expecting, really. We've known each other since we were kids, and though we weren't as close as we were before, I would've thought that our friendship was worth something. That she could be mature enough to confront us and ask for the truth, instead of believing the exaggerated tales of the person whom I stupidly blabbed my mouth to. 

And to think I was friends with the traitor first. And I was nothing but a good friend to her. They became friends because I'd bring the traitor to our circle of friends, and the traitor chose a new friend over the one she's had for years. 

It hurts me that she'd betray a friend to gain the approval of another, when she could've had us both. And it also hurts me that my long time friend would choose to believe someone she's known only a few years. 

I'm still on speaking terms with that long time friend, though the best friend is not. But it's not the same kind of friendship we had before. It's more because we have the same group of friends, and to drop one would mean dropping them all. 

The traitor, though.. That's a different situation. I mean, we didn't have concrete proof that she was the one who babbled, but there's no one else who could've done it. We actually bumped into each other recently, and she greeted me and acted as though nothing happened. I smiled back, but that was it. I want to be the bigger person and just let bygones be bygones, but bitch, no. 

I'm not the easiest person to get along with - I'm moody, I'm mean, and I can be a bitch, but if there's one thing I'm proud of, it's that I'm loyal to my friends. 

The best friend and I made a pact that we'd tell each other the truth, no matter what. And that if, for example, someone would tell me that she's been talking behind my back, that I'd respect our friendship enough to ask her for the truth before believing another person over her. And that's one promise I'm pretty sure we'd have no trouble keeping. Because really, what kind of friend would you be if you just assume the worst about each other?


Our friendship is far from perfect. And we're not the hangout everyday nor talk every night kind of best friends. We seldom talk and we don't see each other that often, because adulting keeps us busy. But we take comfort in the fact that when the need arises, one will always be there for the other, come what may. And to me, that matters more than anything. 

Saturday, April 15, 2017

My El Nido Adventure

I've always thought of El Nido as a destination that is beyond my budget. Whenever I would suggest it to my friends for our next barkada outing, they'd always say, "mahal ang El Nido" (El Nido is expensive). So of course, we'd pick a place that is within our tipid budget.

I've never given up on El Nido, though. It's always been a dream of mine to visit Palawan, but I didn't know that I'd get to see it sooner rather than later.

Last year, AirAsia had a seat sale and without even thinking twice, I booked a round trip Manila-Puerto Princesa flight for me and the Boyfriend (without his knowledge &/or consent LOL).

My friends were making plans for us to go to Hongkong, but I was getting antsy with all the planning and nobody was even buying tickets, so I went ahead and purchased my own, to a different destination. They all went to Hongkong without us, but we didn't really care because, hello... El Nido!

It took me a lot of planning and budgeting, and a ton of research. I read a lot of travel blogs, I searched Google for whatever info I could find, I emailed several travel agencies for price quotations. I was deciding whether to join a tour or DIY our trip when my cousin suggested the freelance tour guide they hired during their visit. So I found him on Facebook, messaged him, and decided to hire him as our tour guide, too.

The initial plan was to join a group tour, since it was just me and the Boyfriend. The Boyfriend and I are not very social people, though, so I took a chance and asked about a private tour. And because the price difference wasn't that much, we took that one instead.

We paid for more than our initial budget for the tour, but it was worth having the bangka all to ourselves. 

Day 1, March 8 - Manila

Our Tac-Mla flight was moved up a day because our original flight was cancelled due to the radar repair. So we had to spend a night at Manila, which we spent visiting with the Boyfriend's college barkada.

Day 2, March 9 - Manila-Puerto Princesa-El Nido

The initial Plan was for Kuya Ryan (our guide) to pick us up at Puerto Princesa airport, but since he was already in El Nido, he had Kuya Ogie (the van driver) pick us up instead. He thoughtfully reserved the seat behind the driver so we'd be comfortable during the 5-hour drive. We picked up passengers along the way, and then we were off to El Nido. We stopped for dinner halfway through the drive, and we arrived at El Nido around 9 PM.

Kuya Ryan checked us in at Ricgem Place. It's a nice little lodge that is a 5-10 minute walk away from resturants and bars. Breakfast is included, and the place is clean. Clothes racks and hangers are provided for guests to hang their wet clothes after swimming. The only downside, if you're like me who only takes hot showers, is that there is no hot water.

Day 3, March 10 - El Nido Island Hopping

We planned an early start, but we got delayed because the breakfast we ordered was served late. A big group staying at the hotel ordered ahead of us, and I guess it took a while for the cook to finish all their orders.

After breakfast, Kuya Ryan met with us and we took a tricycle down to the beach where a lot of pump boats were docked. Then off we go for our tour of the islands.

We had the whole bangka to ourselves. It was just me, the Boyfriend, Kuya Ryan, and two boatmen. We initially picked tour A (Big Lagoon, Small Lagoon, Secret Lagoon, Shimizu Island, & 7 Commandos Beach), but since we opted for a private tour, to maximize our use of the bangka, Kuya Ryan added tour B's Snake Island and Cadugnon Point and Cave.

We went kayaking around the Small Lagoon, went swimming at the Big Lagoon, took pictures at the Secret Lagoon and Cadugnon Cave before heading off to Snake Island. There we hiked up a little hill which provided us an amazing view before heading back to the bangka to eat our lunch. After eating, the Boyfriend and I went walking along the sandbar at Snake Island, all the while taking a lot of pictures before heading back. Our last stop for the day is the 7 Commandos Beach, where we ate mais con hielo, and spent hours swimming and just bumming around.

Later that night, we walked around El Nido, and since we weren't hungry, we just grabbed a couple of burgers at a cafe.

Day 4, March 11 - Inland tour, back to Puerto Princesa

On our fourth day, we woke up early since we only planned to do a half day tour before heading back to Puerto Princesa.

We hired a tricycle to take us to Nacpan Beach, which took about an hour's drive. What's disappointing is that because of a land dispute, we weren't allowed to go up to where we can take a picture of the twin beaches. Nevertheless, Nacpan Beach was by far my favorite spot. There were very few tourists, so it felt like we had the whole beach to ourselves. The water was so clear, and the sand felt so fine.

The Boyfriend spent a lot of time swimming, while I alternated between taking a dip and lying on the sand and getting a tan. We had lunch early, then we decided to head back. But before dropping us off at our hotel, we had one last stop. 

We spent maybe a maximum of 20 minutes at Las Cabanas Beach. This is the only beach we visited where we didn't do any swimming -  we just sat there taking in everything, and appreciating the view. There were lots of tourists around, and it was fun seeing them enjoy in one of our country's most beautiful places. Come to think of it, around 90% of tourists I see in El Nido are foreigners. 

When we had our fill of the view, we went back to our hotel to have a quick shower and pack. Then we met up with Kuya Ryan again at the terminal to catch a ride back to Puerto Princesa. We arrived at around 5 PM, and checked in at Edezer Pension. It's small, but clean, and the staffs are all so nice. And it is conveniently located very near to the airport. There, we parted ways with Kuya Ryan, as he won't be accompanying us to our Underground River tour the following day. 

Since we had time to kill, we took a tricycle and went to MCA Pasalubong Center. We were supposed to buy only a few trinkets to give to our families and friends but we ended with up a box full of goodies - from cashew butter to cashew polvoron to cashew pastillas, we just took a little bit of everything.

Later that night, we had dinner at Kinabuch Grill & Bar, which is located just right across the street from where we're staying. The place was packed, which explained why the service was slow.

Day 5, March 12 - Underground River

Of course, one can't go to Puerto Princesa without seeing the Subterranean River National Park, or more commonly known as the Underground River. The van picked us up at our hotel, and we joined several others for the tour. A two hour van ride going to Sabang, followed by a short boat ride to the entrance beach. The river tour itself lasts for about 45 minutes, followed by a complimentary buffet lunch.

We were back at Puerto Princesa by 3 PM. We were supposed to have the Iwahig Firefly Watching Tour that night, but due AirAsia changing our flight's time the following day (with no prior notice; we only found out because I went to their website to buy additional baggage), we had no chioce but to cancel our tour and fly back to Manila that night, or risk missing our connecting flight back home to Tacloban the following day.

That was such a big disappointment for me, since I was really looking forward to firefly watching. I was a big fan of the teleserye Dolce Amore, and that TV show gave me some serious #alitaptapgoals. Not to mention, I wasn't able to try Puerto Princesa's delicacy, the tamilok. Tamiloks are shipworms, which can be found in rotting mangrove wood, and is served as kinilaw. I was supposed to try it that afternoon, but due to the AirAsia debacle it slipped my mind.

Mind, it was our first time flying AirAsia, and despite a long conversation with their customer service, they were unable to offer any solution other than rebooking our flight to that night. So, left with no choice we forfeited the payment that was settled for our last night's hotel stay along with the Iwahig tour. Needless to say, we are not flying AirAsia again.

After packing up our things, we went to the airport to catch our flight back to Manila. We landed at NAIA at around 9PM, went to the condo to drop off our things, and since we've got nothing better to do, we got a massage. 

We went to Hue House Massage, since it is near our place. I went for the Lavastone Massage Package D (1 hour Swedish Massage, and 1 hour Lava Stone Massage), which I recommend. By the time I got off the massage table, I was feeling so relax that I didn't even care about the AirAsia fiasco anymore.

Day 6, March 13 - Manila-Tacloban

Last day of our vacation, we packed our bags and headed to the airport. I didn't want our trip to end (I mean, seriously, who does?) but the real world is calling. 

This trip ranks up to one of my favorites, though. El Nido did not disappoint. I've been to Coron, and while I was impressed, El Nido is by far more beautiful. Even though we went over our initial budget, it was all worth it. El Nido was everything I ever expected it to be, and more.

Also, Kuya Ryan is an awesome guide. Everything was arranged by him - from our transpo to our accommodation to all the tours - we haven't had a single problem. To contact him, visit his Facebook page or call/text him at 0926-038-7378 or 0947-617-3708.


Kayaking at the Small Lagoon
Cheers to more travels together ♥

Just look at how clear the water is.



Beach bummin' at Nacpan Beach.



Rock formations at the Small Lagoon.
Overlooking Snake Island


Apparently, this monkey is a fixture at Snake Island.

Las Cabanas Beach

Crystal clear waters at Nacpan Beach

Entrance to the Big Lagoon

Nacpan Beach. Feels like we had the whole place to ourselves. 


Sunday, June 5, 2016

6 days of confinement

So I just got out of jail the hospital today after spending 6 days at St. Paul's. 

I started feeling a bit under the weather around the second week of May, but I mistook it for just allergies and colds, so I self-medicated. And the symptoms cleared after several days so I thought that was it. 

I even went to Cebu to attend my high school bestie's wedding, and I felt great during the 4 days I was there.

2 days after I came home, my throat started to itch. Then came the coughing. Then came the aches and pains. And I thought, "Hey, I got the flu." Which led to another round of self-medication. 2 days later, I felt better, but I was still coughing quite a bit.

And later that night, I was rushed to the ER. For chest pains.

Being brought to the ER looks more exciting in movies than in reality. There's the rush driving, running through the red lights, parking haphazardly outside the ER, running inside, screaming for a doctor.. In my case? It was quite a leisurely drive, no rushing. We parked at the back of the hospital and I walked inside the emergency room and calmly asked for a nurse. 

What sucked about that night was that though the ER was kind of quiet, there were quite a few patients and only one resident physician. So there I was, lying on a bench, with chest pains and labored breathing, waiting for the doctor to finally check up on me.

The BF was getting agitated, and when he saw me crying silent tears, that was when he stood up and demanded the nurse to have someone see me already. So after one hour of waiting, the doctor came.. Then he sent me to get a blood work up and chest x-rays. Which led to another hour of waiting for the results to get back. X-ray was clear, but the blood test came up with viral results, so I was given a round of medications for 5 days before I was cleared to go home.
And 5 days later, I thought I'd be feeling better.

I was still coughing and having random chest pains despite the antibiotics I was prescribed, so I finally decided to go see a pulmonologist, especially after finding out I lost quite a few pounds.
Monday morning I went for a check up at the OPD, by afternoon I was back at the ER with a needle in my vein, waiting for me to be transferred to a room.
Being in bed for 6 days may sound like a vacation.. And in the beginning, it sure felt that way. I spend my time reading novels and re-watching the first 2 seasons of my fave show, Law and Order: Special Victims Unit. And sleep. I did get a lot of sleeping time. But it gets boring after a while. 

What sucked the most was that I wasn't able to wash my hair for days, because I am tethered to an IV line. And it also sucked that one of my meds gave me a gastric complication that made me bloat like a fat pig.

The nurses were great, but I think they'll understand if I don't want to see them again. Well, maybe in different circumstances. ;)

Monday, April 4, 2016

Paper Towns


Author: John Green

Summary: Who is the real Margo?

Quentin Jacobsen has spent a lifetime loving the magnificently adventurous Margo Roth Spiegelman from afar. So when she cracks open a window and climbs into his life—dressed like a ninja and summoning him for an ingenious campaign of revenge—he follows. After their all-nighter ends, and a new day breaks, Q arrives at school to discover that Margo, always an enigma, has now become a mystery. But Q soon learns that there are clues—and they're for him. Urged down a disconnected path, the closer he gets, the less Q sees the girl he thought he knew..

Comments: I love you John Green, I really do, even though the only other book of yours that I’ve read is The Fault in Our Stars (though admittedly it wasn’t all that great, and as blasphemous as this may sound, I love the movie better than the book *GASP* but I really liked it).

So, Paper Towns. 

What should’ve taken me a maximum of four hours to finish took away 2 days of my life. That’s 2 days I’ll never get back. I’m a very fast reader; I can finish a whole book in 2-4 hours, provided I have little interruption. But while reading this, I was looking forward to some interruption myself.
I cannot stress how boring this book is.

Q’s crush on Margo is no mere crush; it’s an obsession. An unhealthy obsession. And don’t get me started on Margo Roth Spiegelman, who’s apparently so perfect and awesome that 4 people miss their graduation to race across to country to look for this attention-seeking, self-centered bitch.

Halfway through the book I was ready to kill Margo myself.

Was seriously considering adding it to my DNF pile. What kept me going was this need to know if that bitch Margo is dead. Not gonna spoil anything here, but I must say I’m disappointed with how it ends. I leave it to you to guess why.

Rating: 2/5

Wednesday, March 23, 2016

#LesMisManila

I love musicals. 

Ever since I was a kid, I've always enjoyed movies with lots and lots of singing. I don't know why, maybe it was the influence of Disney classics like Beauty and the Beast and Mulan (my 2 favorite Disney movies of all time). I remember watching the Sound of Music with my Mom and Dad over and over again until I had all the songs memorized.

Of course, I couldn't keep on watching Disney movies and The Sound of Music forever. Eventually, I discovered Grease, The Wizard of Oz, West Side Story, The King and I, and My Fair Lady. They were before my time, but it didn't stop me from enjoying them. I even liked The Rocky Horror Picture Show, weird as that movie was.

But the first time I saw one on stage was when my cousin took me to see Cats. I didn't know what it was or what it was about. But the tune made me want to sing along, the songs made me wanna dance, and when we got home after the show, I downloaded the soundtrack, played it on loop, then started singing about Mr. Mistoffelees out loud during random times. 

I watched more shows after that: The Phantom of the Opera (which is one of my top three faves, maybe I'll blog about this one day, heh), Wicked, and Beauty and the Beast.

And when it was announced that Les Miserables (part of my top three faves, too) is coming to the Philippines, you can just imagine my excitement. I bought my tickets two hours after Ticketworld started selling them (I would have bought it earlier but I had a doctor's appointment). 

I just watched it last Saturday, and IT. WAS. AMAZING. Even The Boyfriend (who always accompanies me but gets bored and falls asleep in the middle of the show) loved it. He watched the whole thing without getting bored or falling asleep, and that is saying something!

There's probably a lot of reviews online, so this won't be one of those. I'm just writing to rave about how awesome it was, and how lucky I felt to be able to watched Les Mis.

Rachelle Ann Go was great — proud to be Filipino moment right there. Also, Chloe (she played the young Cosette) was so adorable. And she's half-Filipino! My favorite character, Eponine, also did not disappoint. The whole thing was worth every peso I spent for the tickets, and more!

Les Miserables. 
The amazing cast. 
Collection of tickets. 



Monday, February 22, 2016

Karma's one angry bitch and she's out to get you


I'm not a selfish person. At least, I don't think I am. 

I am not rich. My family is not rich. But we do have the means to live comfortably. We aren't flashy; we prefer simplicity. I'd like to think that we're a middle-class family. Doesn't mean I wasn't taught about the value of money. We're Chinese, so yeah. Thriftiness is part of my upbringing.

But being thrifty does not equate to selfishness. I was raised to be giving, to share what I have to those who need it more than I do. 

Yes, I spend a lot (mostly on books and food) but the money I spend is my own (unless my parents give me hihi). I used to work, and I split my salary into 3 parts: savings, household bills (yes, I help my parents with the bills), and shopping. So when I quit my job and started a business with one of my friends, I felt a little.. Broke. Well, not really. I mean, I have savings, but I had to control my spending because our shop isn't earning much yet. But instead of feeling down, I searched for other ways to earn extra income. I do odd freelance jobs online, and now I'm planning a new venture to earn more.

So you might be wondering what this rant is about? I mean, there's no correlation between karma and my rant above, right?

Anyway, moving on.. Yesterday, I accidentally left my wallet at the shop. It had exactly P2120 in it, plus a few coins (mostly of the 10 and 25 centavo variety), and when I went back to get it, I opened it an saw only P1100 inside. 

I called my partner, and I also asked one of our staffs (the one who's been with us the longest), and both of them didn't know anything about it. 

I got really mad, but then I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to calm myself down. I told myself it's just money, yes, hard-earned money, but just money nonetheless. I don't know who took it, and I don't really care. But if it was someone I knew, someone who really knew me, then he/she should've known that had he/she asked me, I would've let him/her borrow it. No deadlines, no interest, just one person helping another.

But no. Fucking person had to resort to stealing, and I am not happy about it.

Which brings us to karma. I believe in karma. What goes around, comes around and all that shit. And I also believe that what's coming around is a thousand times worse than what you did. I don't care how, I don't care when. I don't even care if I got to see it, or hear about it. All I care is that divine retribution is coming, and you'd better watch your ass because you won't know what'll hit you. I swear with all that's good and mighty, karma is coming for you. Bitch.

Sunday, January 31, 2016

Re-reading my feel-good books

It's been a stressful two weeks, and I've got a lot on my plate.. So what do I do to keep my stress level at a less-than-crazy-but-not-much rate? I read.

Reading, for me, is not just a pasttime, nor a hobby. It's a necessity. I like reading because it takes me away, away from this stress. And while I read pretty much anything, whenever I need a distraction I have several go-to books I always re-read.

These are the books I never get tired of repeating, and most of these I've read more than 5 times. The ones on top of my list are Harry Potter (of course this tops the list, I've been a fan ever since I read Sorcerer's stone when I was in Grade 5), Percy Jackson (I love Greek mythology and I fell for the books as soon as I read them), Heroes of Olympus (because I can never get enough of Percy and Annabeth), The Hunger Games (not a fave, but when I'm way too stressed I like to read about the tributes killing each other), Pride and Prejudice (my all-time big-time favorite book ever), Julie James' books (no idea, but I love them).. And the list goes on. I have probably a dozen authors and series on my feel-good list.

But anyway, this time I've re-read Rick Riordan's books. I've finished the 5 books of Percy Jackson and now I'm on the second book of Heroes of Olympus. 

Sometimes I imagine I'm a demigod (because I'm awesome that way). I'd like to think that I am a daughter of Athena, my favorite Greek goddess. Heh.





Thursday, January 28, 2016

Multitasking gone horribly wrong

I am a multitasker. Being a bit ADHD (self-diagnosed, mind you), I have the inability to focus on one single task. I get started on one thing, then end up getting sidetracked by another. Short attention span at its finest. My solution? I do multiple things at the same time. 

This morning, however, my multitasking skills failed me.

As I mentioned before, our helper left our employ. Plus, my Mom went to Manila to be with my Uncle J who underwent angioplasty (it was successful, btw). So it's just me and my Dad. Which means most of the housework falls on my capable (is it, though?) hands.

This morning Dad asked me to give our dogs a bath. I bathe my dogs (I have 5) once a week, but I've been neglecting them since our helper left because I've been a) busy, b) tired, c) both.

I woke up at 7, but I went back to bed. I have the luxury of sleeping in until 9 or so, because I'm usually up till 2 or 3 in the morning finishing the odd jobs I've got going online (I'm making cookbooks now). So I got up around 10, procrastinated a bit, and got started on the dogs.

I started with Rusty. After I bathed and dried him, I went to get the pugs. Then I decided I better clean their play pen first, so that it'll be clean when I put them back in after their bath. By the time I finished cleaning it was already 11:15. I wasn't in a rush, though, because Dad saw how busy I was and suggested that we get takeout instead, so I don't have to cook lunch. Then, I gave Bruno a bath.

Around 11:45, Dad left to get our order, and I realized that we don't have rice yet. So I took out last night's leftover rice and heated it over the stove. While I have that going, I took Basha and gave her a bath. And totally forgot about the rice I was heating.

Basha was giving me a hard time, so I keep talking to her (yes, I talk to my dogs) to distract her. Until I got a whiff of something burning, which made me rush to the kitchen to turn off the stove.

But I was too late. 



We had to endure eating rice that smelled like charred wood. Dad was laughing the whole time.

20+ years of cooking and multitasking, and this is the first time this happened to me. Lesson learned, though. Never give a dog a bath while on kitchen duty. 😅

Wednesday, January 27, 2016

Me-time badly needed!

I need some time off, seriously. 

In between doing housework, going to the shop, and finishing up the work I have on the side, I need to make some time for myself. I like being busy, it keeps me from thinking way too much about what's weighing me down these days, but this is seriously killing me.

I have a constant headache, and don't even get me started on my back. What I need is a nice, long massage but I don't even have time for that.

Adding to the stress is my Mom leaving for Manila tomorrow, so it's just going to be me and my Dad for a few days.. And that means I get to do all the housework — cleaning, cooking, washing, feeding the dogs.. At least he's the one who brings the dogs up to our rooftop to let them do their "thing".

Not that my Mom is going for fun. My Uncle J had another attack, I think. Or maybe they saw something on his physical, I'm not clear on the details. All I know is something is wrong with his heart, and they (my uncle and my cousins) are flying to Manila from Bacolod and heading straight to Philippine Heart Center. My Mom is going to meet them at the airport.

My Uncle J is a fighter. He had a coronary bypass a few years back, and he emerged from that first attack stronger than ever. I'm praying that he's going to fight this off, too.

And here I am complaining about being tired when others have it worse than me. But I think I earned the right to be selfish for a bit. Just this time. 

It's almost 2 AM now. I just finished some extra work I've been doing (a little sideline to earn some extra moolah) and instead of ranting about how tired I am, maybe I should've just went straight to bed, huh?

Zzzzzz