Stateside: Mga Kwentong NY

Thursday, July 21, 2005

At last, I have so much of those dull, devastated days I have lately. I have now something to do, at least! Even though I ended up panting and hungry, I liked this day as any other exciting days I had. I danced… again! Dancing is one of my hobbies but I stopped recently (if one year is recent for you, that is…) because of extreme busy-ness. The school, my grades, the school paper, the yearbook/s, and most of all, my family. I have spent most of my time, just for a while (one year?), just to attend to my family. And now, they’re off to their respective school-and-work chores, I am now ultimately free to do whatsoever I like. If I want to leave the house, I can. If I want to attend a dance training session, I can. I am now free; no one can hinder me, whatever I want to do. It’s because… I’ll be off to New York in two months time. It is the reason I see they allow me to have this some sort of FREEDOM. Although, it is really boring here in the house, I need to go out and get a life!
I’ll surely miss my life here in the Philippines. Nothing beats the Philippines.
I just watched Pinoy Abroad. They highlighted Los Angeles, USA – the city and the life! It is titled Stateside: Mga Kwentong LA (Stories from LA). I had realized my would-be life in NY, since in two months; I’ll be living a different and absolutely new life. I’ll be starting from scratch, just like any other stranger in any block.
I’ll start with my trip.

I’ll probably leave the house 1.00 in the morning and have 3 hours more left to prepare for departure. I’ll be metally censored. My bags will be having their first X-ray. And myself being touched by almost malicious guards to determine if I don’t have bombs in my bod (hoped they don’t touch ANYthing!). Then, my grandma and I would wait in the lobby at least for an hour… and the plane would arrive NAIA. We would walk calmly unto the plane and would be relaxed at our seats, probably with each other as seatmates. A steward would come up and demonstrate how would we react if an aerial strife would happen. I, having this only my second chance to ride a plane, would pay full attention at how he/she does it before I die out of anxiety. The plane takes off and I would tell my grandma how I reacted on my first flight at Cebu. She would be somehow irritated and would prefer to sleep due to fatigue. I would grab a TWISTED book from my hand-carried bag and read it as silently as I could (if I could restrain myself from laughing, that is.) Then, hours after, we would stop at Nagoya, Japan. The airline would refill fuel. I, being a devoted animé lover, would freak out at all these Japanese stuff I only see at specialty stores in the Philippines. I would have fun and my grandma will have the nicest rest she just had in our trip – without my nasty presence! I would run to my grandma and tell her, I’m finished running about like a child. We would go in the plane and take off again.
Breakfast served! I would prefer a French toast with a Mocha coffee and a newspaper. ‘Mommy’ (that’s what I call her, I call my mom ‘MAMA’. Tired of typing grandma…^_^) would have a black coffee with matching creamer and a sunny side-up. We would share in the paper. (That’s if we are to choose our breakfast.) I read the paper and would see – PGMA ousted by impeachment trial. (Wow, I’m real positive. Even PGMA’s ousted in my dream itinerary.) I had so much joy just in reading PGMA’s ousting, that I disregarded that we’d been a day in the plane – wow, a mobile hotel. I grabbed a pen and paper and wrote what just happened 24 hours ago. The plane we rode had TVs in every seat. I accessed mine and I turned to GMA Pinoy TV (Oh, I just hope!) Being an innate couch potato, I could survive five full hours of televiewing. I will eventually get bored and decided, at long last, to sleep. Having the minimum of two hours, I will be awakened by Mommy to pack-up; it’s Detroit, USA, our second and last stop. Having my first taste of the Americas, this city would give me my first impression of what Americans are like. Though I can’t really conclude because this IS Detroit and I would be going to NY, so, I can’t really say what I would feel in NY. After an hour we will be boarding again the plane and would be heading to NY, just will be miles away from Detroit. I would grab my unfinished TWISTED book and put it to an end.
Hours after, we’re in NY Airport. We would check out our bags, have a cab and go to 35-C Picotte Drive, Albany, NY; our apartment-residence. I would be dealing with first my baggage. I would be so hungry, I would find food. Unfortunately, there’s no cooked food, I would feast at the spams and sausages and wheat breads. Jeez, I would be double my size if I continue this kind of diet! Anyways, I’ll enjoy the feast. I’ll make some fresh fruit juice and have a session with the king at the bathroom. Unfortunate me, I don’t have my laptop, so I would at least be happy with my notebook as my temporary diary. I would watch some TV shows and would have my forty winks and zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz… tomorrow comes… huh? Oh! I’m… here… in the Philippines… jeez…

Daydreaming isn’t bad, just don’t overdose it.