Always Home

My flight was delayed for almost two hours. My seat was at the second to the last row. I’ve experienced the worse turbulence ever, and it wasn’t good. First off, I was hungry and I was expecting the yogurt for their snacks. Second, I do not like sitting at the last rows of the plane, it’s nauseous and it reminds me of the “parachute ride” in Disney. Third, the turbulence was really scary – it felt like the plane’s gonna blow up any minute there until the captain said, “Cabin crew, prepare for arrival,”.

I almost forgot that it’s Masskara Festival in Bacolod, and many Manila students are here to celebrate. The drum beaters sound filled the Silay-Bacolod International Airport and for a moment there, I felt so tourist-ish. It kind of revved me up.

We had dinner at Stifany’s house and saw our cousins, The dinner wassssssss uh-mazing!! The food tasted sooo homey and I was really hungry and it was the perfect idea to actually go there instead of getting to-go foods. Best part of my day. ❤

I’m currently in my room, typing and listening to the sound of the rain on our rooftop. My brother misses me so much he decided to sleep in my room tonight.

I’m still in the middle of a family feud and the last thing I want is to actually be part of it. I don’t like it when cousins shove the issue in my face. I mean seriously, we don’t have to talk about it. It’s not our problem. It’s the adults’ problem, let them fix it themselves. We don’t have to go ask them to do it, they’re not kids. They should act mature about it. I’ve already asked my Mom about it and she already did her part. She apologized and she explained. I’m not sure if the other side has been listening but last time I checked, communication is a two-way street, not one.

They throw us the whole “Honor your father and mother…” (Exodus 20:12) but they haven’t mentioned Ephesians 6:4 and 1 Tim. 3:2-5. Again, it’s a two-way street.

I don’t want to have bad blood between us cousins because of those issues but it seems like they just want to be entangled to those petty issues as well. Just because they’re older, and I respect them, and I keep quiet doesn’t mean they can keep on bad-mouthing other people, especially my Mom.  Just because we’re family, this doesn’t give them the right to tell us what to do. At the end of the day, this is our life. And whatever the consequences are, we’ll stand to support each other and not cause a ruckus to the other family members. As long as my Mom’s actions are reasonable, I’d keep on supporting her even if that will cost my relationship with them. If they actually really care, they wouldn’t bother doing/speaking about it and instead pray that this is for the best and if something happens, they should be there to extend a hand. I have always thought that’s what family is for.

Awhile ago at dinner was strike 1. I don’t want to wait for strike 2, so I’ll probably try to avoid them as often as I could. It’s not healthy – it’s awkward and it’s heavy. That’s the least I want to feel this vacation.

Anyway, cheers to the freakin weekend! It’s Masskara 2013 and there are a lot of events lined up for this weekend. Hoping to see the good friends. 😉

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