bagaio not bagAhU...
Date: Feb 15th, 2005 6:49:48 am - Subscribe
Mood: sour


i just saw photos of my mother's hometown through a caucasian man's eyes. i'm not sure how i feel about that. especially when he corrects me about how to properly say her hometown.

but it is as expected, the phillipines is beautiful, rundown archaic and a 3rd world country, and in photographs i can see my mother's stories slide from her tongue and how i used to listen about how she swam and went to the markets.

i want to go to the philippines w/my family before they become to old to go, or rather, come back. because it seems sad that i can never fully 100% connect w/that part of my life -- simply because it was so closed off to me.

and everything is SO green.

and you can go cliff diving.

and they have mcdonald's there now.

and it looks like a run down florida -- so pieces fit in.

i still don't know how i feel about that, little bit of jealousy, anger, and sadness -- only because the strong arm of the muntant is this -- he's been there, I have not -- he's probably absentmindedly hung out w/my relatives -- i have not.

and i realized one more thing to add on my list of things to do before i die: go to the phillipines.
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