Dubai, Marinduque and Tomorrow with You

So this weekend unexpectedly became productive. Reached home 🏑 around 2PM and that’s pretty late already. We were at the local public market and I was, once again, deep on my thoughts. It was probably 15 mins of deep thoughts that happen from to time whenever I’m home. It’s also probably one of the reasons why I (we) keep coming back. Aside, Of course, to visit the family. It’s where I grew up. And coming back keeps us to our tracks. It keeps us grounded. It’s where I spent more than half of my life. And in few more years, it would be the other way around : more than half of my life I’ve been living in Manila.
What I’d tell my younger self, hey, just chill and enjoy life. It would be nice to improve some parts of my life but buti na lang there’s no such thing. We can only live in the present. 
We went back home with all the inihaw na isaw, lomi and dynamite and found our cousins (from Manila) dropping by including the newly weds from last week. I was anxious at some moments cause I had to act as the panganay and entertain them. We aren’t really close that I’m running out of topics to talk to them. Thank goodness my father came to the rescue. Anyways, it was again a talk of what’s next in life. Lives we could have lived or lives we could still choose to live. One of them is the one who helped out my older brother to settle in Dubai. And who has been encouraging me as well to go to Dubai for work. And she who even filed a VL just to tour me and friends in Dubai when I went there late last year. My thoughts about working in Dubai is whole another chunk of story. Let’s park that for now. 
Sunday morning, I rejected coming with my parents to a (far) relative’s funeral. Lola Azon. She used to tutor us when we were in our Elem days? Why I did not come? There are some reasons I even don’t wanna write here because they’re petty selfish reasons. But one of ’em really is because I don’t know anyone there and just the thought of again mingling to people I’m supposed to be acquainted with for the longest time, until now I don’t know them, is tiring me. 
In the afternoon, I was watching Episode 2 of Tomorrow With You. I know the lead female, Shin Min Ah. The On My Venus girl and My girlfriend is a Gumiho lead. I even saw her Mighty Princess movie. I was struggling the past week because I didn’t have any ongoing Drama to watch. I’m restraining myself now in binge watching finished stories. I’d rather wait each week. I get to appreciate the stories better anyway. So now, I’m watching Tomorrow With You, Voice and Missing 9. 
And there’s also me really wanting to buy a car. Really struggling wether I’d buy a sedan, a city car, a 7 seater car or a second hand one. I have already filtered it to buying a sedan but now I’m messed up again and confused. 
Our Tito gave us a surprise visit. And it was lovely and entertaining. He lives in Marinduque but went to Manila to work on papers. He was staying in Marikina in his daughter’s house and was supposed to head back to Marinduque but he had to wait few more days to wait for his papers to be released. 
Why am I really writing all these. Because my memory can only remember that much and these are the moments whose details I want to keep. It was lovely because he is my mom’s brother. Who, by his story, only graduated high school BUT he is full of knowledge and wisdom. That’s beside from the fact that he could talk and entertain you with stories all day. I loved it because I learned a little more about my mother, her childhood and the Pielago lineage. There are stories about Lolo Tano who I don’t think I sver met in my childhood. I think he went to heaven before we were born. That story when Lolo Tano only earned 30P a day in the 40s/50s and had to feed a family enough to be a basketball team. My mom’s family is that big that the eldest sister my mom have is old enough to be their mom. And my mom is the youngest. That our Lolo Tano was very wise then. That people used to come to ask for his help not financially but for legal advises. How he acquired lands in Marinduque by exchanging a rooster. My father even shared how a moutain in the vicinitay of Taal Lake is called Smthing like Mt Isa Saya because the land was exchanged for 1 skirt (“saya”). There’s that story when Lolo Tano would come offering help in preparing food for the weekends and bring home chicken ass and pig ass and he’d ask Lola to clean them very well and that’s what they’d eat. And how funny they say that’s how all the Pielago siblings have become too talktive. Now that I think about it, ALL of them are legit talkative. And it also makes me wonder how me and my siblings will be after 10, 20, 30 yrs. πŸ™„ 

Tito shared about the advises he gave Ate about dating and how he personally entertained Ate Gay’s manliligaw back then and now her husband. How Kuya ended up in Marinduque when he’s originally from Negros. Entertaining to hear story how a man asks for a daughter’s hand from her father. 

He also reminded us how we should be thankful of the life we have. 

It’s lovely to see Daddy chatting. Anyways, we came to a point that we talked about Mama. Theorizing how she became like she is now. And I really admire Tito’s insights and he gets it. And he cares for Mama. So the thought of visiting Marinduque came to light. True that we’re old enough to be more involved in my family’s affairs. And I want to plan our visit to Marinduque this instant. And wishing we have a car to bring. So we could side trip siteseeing the island. It’s been 5 yrs already since our last visit. 
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