We went to my grandparents' house today in Nueva Ecija. Normally, i HATE going there because it's so hot and humid and i don't even know anyone. Plus, i have a ton of reading to do. But thing is, my mom won't allow me to stay at home because we seldom see our grandparents. The cartrip was nice, i have always loved being in the car with my family. If only my bratty little cousin wasn't riding with us i'd be incredibly happy. But as luck may have it, i had to endure 3 hours of being in the car with that annoying brat of a kid. Forget about trying to sleep.
So we got there, we ate a pretty heavy lunch, and i proceeded with my readings. I couldn't really concentrate because half of my brain was watching ASAP waiting to catch a glimpse of F2 because they said they were gonna be there. From the beginning, they were hyping up what they claimed to be an "International event" because F2, Michael Buble and those Cheeky Girls were there. I couldn't care less about Michael orthe Cheeky Girls but i was damn thrilled to see F2. Not that i'm a fan or anything, half of me just wanna see them because i wanna know what the hype was all about. AND, i wouldn't wanna go to school without knowing what everybody else was talking about.
So i waited, and waited, and waited. My poetry handouts on Guerrero, Litiatco and Maramag were completely set aside. For once, i didn't really mind the heat in the un-airconditioned living room. Finally, it was about 2:15 and the flock of TV hosts said that F2 was there. Of course, i expected that they were actually going to be there on the studio LIVE. But in a typical ABS fashion, they just showed a clip. A what??? A clip???!!! But i waited so long!!! Oh drat. Back to the poetry notes.
I will NOT trust ABS again. Since yesterday they were saying that F2 was going to be in ASAP. A lot of people were disappointed, including me.
F2 aside, i went back to my notes and studied until we left.
Galing no, i didn't even make an effort to talk with my relatives. Me and my sisters are like that kasi, if we don't feel like talking, we don't talk. Plain simple. Not to be a bitch or anything but it's not as if they KNOW us. They probably don't even mind that we were just sitting there in the living room while they were outside cooling off.
We had a flat tire on the way home.
Malas. They were fixing a bridge kasi along the highway so the vehicles had to take a detour. Eh the detour was unpaved and they were a lot of potholes which caused one of the tires to rupture. So there, we had to wait for about 15 minutes while the men in the car changed the tires. Unfortunately, the spare was a bit flat
din. We didn't have any choice, it's either we sit there and wait for a good tire to land on our laps or proceed to travel with the bad tire til we find an open tire shop where we could get new ones. Guess which one we chose?
So there. After a while we found an open tire shop (few lang ang open because it's a Sunday) and made the men in the store change two of the back tires. Then, we ate dinner at the Petron station in the NLEX. I love that place because there's a Starbucks and a McDonalds.
Babaw ko no? :)
Anyway, the experience today made me realize how much i truly love my dad. Imagine getting stuck driving in the car with 3 moody teenagers, a loud wife and an annoying little kid. Then, amidst all that you have to keep your cool while you fix a flat tire and everybody else is complaining about getting stuck in the middle of nowhere with no food in sight. After that, you have to drive again and pay everybody else's food. And all the while you keep your cool, knowing that eveyone is trusting on you to lead them safely home. Imagine that. I love my dad. I love my mom too but it's just that my dad is the one who really makes the sacrifices in the family. Eversince he was a kid, he's been like that. And i love him so much for that.
Currently listening to: AAR's Swing, Swing
Currently feeling: tired
