When I started blogging here I swore to myself to keep from being too emotional, whenever possible.
The goals were pretty much like these:
Category Archives: Travel
You Can Have Your Toblerone, I’ll have Tablea Anytime. (Theo & Philo Please.)
Shitty Shitty Bang Bang
I guess you can call my past week a rivetingly fast-paced and excitingly happy week, if you define fun as living a jet-setting spy-on-a-mission life ala-James Bond. Ok, I exaggerate, but then again where’s the fun in telling everyone that I went to Davao overnight without a change of clothes to handle a media event and I had to stay awake for almost the rest of the night because I was wearing contact lenses (and we’ve all heard of horror stories about people sleeping with their contacts on)?
I say ALMOST all night because at the end lack of willpower prevailed and I was just like, fuck it, I’m sleeping. But then I still woke up an hour after because our flight was scheduled at 7 AM and we had to leave the hotel at 5:30 AM.
But I’m skipping the whole story so let’s backtrack a bit. Last Wednesday was the start of Ramadan and one of our clients had their product Halal-certified. So we all flew in to Davao to announce the certification. I wasn’t really supposed to be part of this and everything was sudden — and I don’t say that to complain but to stress the point that I was 67.83% caught unaware (I like making up figures, it makes everything seem so important). To top it all off, I wasn’t informed that it was going to be an overnight thing, so imagine my surprise when I saw the client’s team and my officemates with luggages and all I had with me is my tofu adobo lunch inside my mailman bag. I had every reason to be pissed at that moment because I just came rushing from the office, thinking that we would all congregate there and then head to the airport — only to find out through text that everyone just went straight ahead without informing me.
But I’m Zen and all that so I didn’t really go berserk on the person who conveniently forgot because you know, people make mistakes right? You forgive them (but you don’t forget UNLIKE THEM) plus making a big fuss out of it won’t exactly give me what I needed at the moment. Worrying that I don’t have my medications, spare newly-laundered underwear (at the least), and my contact lens kit wasn’t going to ruin my first time in Davao and Marco Polo Hotel.
It was a good thing the event was successful. So after, we headed out to celebrate at Blugre Coffee just before our boss flew to Manila (she had her flight that same night). She (our boss) ordered durian coffee for everyone, and since I was such a big fan of free stuff I didn’t think of declining even if I thought coffee was the least desirable permutation of liquid caffeine. Now, I want you to carefully remember this story because this is, presumably, where it all headed downhill.
Come Thursday upon arriving at Manila, I was already feeling a bit groggy and delirious from lack of sleep so the moment I got home I had brunch, took a shower, went to bed, and dozed off. The plan was to sleep for an hour or so then head to work so I can finish some pending work stuff I’ve left. However I ended up waking hours later — panicking that it was almost night, and rushing to finish whatever it is I had to do by sending my files through e-mail. I wasn’t feeling extra special and sunshiney but I presumed it was just because I woke up at the wrong side of the bed. So after I’ve finished everything, I headed back to sleep only to wake up with a nasty case of diarrhea-fever-puking triple hit combo.
I never really thought much of it until Friday evening, even if I spent the whole Friday staring blankly into space like a mindless zombie who fell into coma every now and then. Most of my waking moments were spent either pooping or puking or drinking juice (the brand that was Halal-certified by the way). Finally unable to tolerate the pounding migraine which I took as a sign that I was dehydrating very fast, I asked my brother to drive me to Asian Hospital, where they diagnosed me with acute gastroentritis after they took blood samples and made me poop in this little container. I also had to be rehydrated intravenuously for nine hours which I spent dozing by the way.
To digress, I know a lot of people hate them but I love hospitals and doctors. There’s a certain antiseptic quality to them that borders on the holy. Maybe it’s just me, but think about it: they heal the sick, bring the dead back to life (to a degree), and reattach limbs. Heck, as far as miracles go those are nothing short of miraculous.
Anyway, right now I’m just resting at home — quite an anticlimax to my very exciting week. But really, I have the most fun life ever and that everyone who dreams of flying off to some place on one day and shit water on the next must really struggle hard to fight for their dreams because you never know, your dreams might just come true.
