Iobi visits Hong Kong (part 4)

Last week, my mom, Chez, Jay and I decided to go visit kuya Reggie and his family in Hong Kong. It's been a year and 5 months since I've been there and to tell you frankly, that last trip, though it has some good memories, was my dad's last trip before he died. So going there now kinda got me a little giddy; I honestly didn't know what to expect now that this trip didn't include dad.

I even asked my mom if it were going to be an emotional trip for me since I am the only family member left who hasn't been to Hong Kong after dad died. (Mom went there on Jinggay's graduation while Chezka and Jay spent their honeymoon there) So they, pretty much, know what to expect this time around.

Praise be to God that it wasn't that emotional for me. Yeah, every once in a while someone would blurt out, "I miss dad" but what can you do? Everybody did and does still miss dad.

But we managed to make this trip memorable. We went to Macau and stayed at the Venetian for measly pennies and went to Disneyland two days after. We had a blast in both places. Even though 75% of the Macau trip was spent walking around looking for restaurants and our room, it was so worth it.

Disneyland naman we had to go through that place under the rain. That was the only day we could go so sumugod kami.

On both those trips, we thought of dad again and I told mom that at least now, he is resting and that mom is finally maximizing her vacation and having fun with us.

So overall, the trip was the bomb. Yeah, it would have been much better with dad around but God does know what is best and we could not go against that.

And I couldn't have wanted it any other way.

Remorse

I must be getting old. I easily get peeved at every little thing. The worse part is that my mind starts wandering off to different conclusions making me hate the person(s) eventually. Something as simple as texting or even calling someone over the phone. It burns me up not getting a reply from them but they would text you in a flash when they need something. Then when you try to text back after a few days, nada, ziltch.

It then gets to the point where I assume that these people don't want to talk to me because they don't see me as any kind of use anymore. Which then causes me not to like them and eventually hate them and delete them off my phonebook. Like the other day, I was speaking to one of the backup trainers at work who I've been texting for a while. When we were texting one day, she suddenly got to a certain tone that I didn't like. It was rude. I immediately deleted her number. Months passed and we saw each other at work. We said our pleasantries and she blurted out, "hindi ka na nagte-text ah.". My mind screamed, "BITCH!!!!!".

Then it's happening again to other friends. I don't like it one bit. I don't like being looked down at. I texted a friend about it and the following day, when we saw each other, she simply hugged me. What a relief. At least one less person to suspect and hate. hehe

It kinda reminds me of my other post about Success being the sweetest revenge.

Life goes on. ..