Tuesday, October 24, 2006
Because dreams don't always come true
On the way to school and office -Joaquin: Mama. when you were a kid, did you dream about being a school taker?
Me: What? You mean school teacher?
Joaquin: No, school taker!
Me: What's that?
Joaquin: Because you take me to school, see?!!
Jon laughs. Hmph.
Joaquin (sensing NO for an answer): So what did you want to be when you were just a kid Mama??
Me: An astronaut.
:( Sniff.
It doesn't matter. I love my "job" now. My life is taking care of my family. Maging - what is that? - ilaw ng tahanan. Most, if not all, people ask me how it is, if I don't get bored, if I don't miss working. Well, I definitely don't miss working and THERE ARE lull times when I am alone and where I find that I cannot, for the sake of my sanity, do house chores again and have to find something else to do. Usually I do find it. I study, I read, I listen, I talk ~to other people ha :)~ I try to go to the gym and be healthy. So I hope I don't become what my Mama says happens to housewives - DULL and STUPID . Yes, she's brutal that way. I say people become that even if they don't become housewives anyway. When they don't introduce new things in their lives, when they don't try to learn more, when they fall into comfortable shells of routine. Doing the same things over and over again will of course make anyone dull whether you are a housewife, a programmer, or an astronaut.
Ok, probably not astronauts. Because they have the coolest job ever. Up there with archaeologists and the guy who guards the Belvedere in Marie Antoinette's estate. :)
***Soooo****
I love listening to this when I do my house chores. It's very provencal farmer's wife in a checkered apron with a flourishing vegetable garden at the back of the cottage and smells of homemade bread wafting from the oven. Mmmmm...
Tuesday, October 10, 2006
The Journey
I know I should be embarrassed traipsing around Hongkong airport in Uniqlo roomwear (translation: pambahay). But I was too excited to care and a bit nervous to delve into it. I had a grand total of Y13,240, appr. $130, in my wallet and no credit card so if Jon didn't show up at our boarding gate, god forbid, and I take that flight on my own, then that will be my whole allowance for a 10-day stay in Paris. On my 3rd trip back from looking dolefully at those sweet Starbucks coffee I couldn't afford, he finally appeared at the gate with spanking new luggage. I was so happy I didn't mind that one of the first things he asked me was why was I naka-pambahay? Nakakahiya. I love him so.
Food was so-so but service was above-average.
6:30 AM at Charles de Gaulle going to the metro: first of 984 photos of my 2nd most favorite city.
Me: 2 tickets to Nation, sil vous plait.
Girl at counter: Where? *confused*
Me: Nation?
GAC: ...ah Nashyo
Me: Oui, oui. (ang arte)
First of (feels like) a million rides on the metro.
Good to know: At the Airport Terminal 2, walk all the way to Hall C to get to the station for RER B. Tickets are EUR8,10 for one-way trip to Paris.
Sunday, October 08, 2006
Sadly, I'm back
Paris is too beautiful to leave.
Photos will be posted as soon as I get my groove back (read: finish the laundry).