The one With Goodbye 2009.

Dear 2009,

I just got off the phone with a friend who told me to say some nice things about you.

I'd be lying if I say that you are a great company.

We have our misfits and frowns amongst other things.

But we have our triumphs and grins as well.

I cannot seem to wrap the idea of leaving you soon around my head.

I tsk tsked at the fact that I'm uncertain of the way we are leaving things.

Are we in good terms?

I have 4 days more to spend with you.

Allow me to be cheesy and say that if there's one thing who sees me and really knows me, it would be you.

I oftentimes lie to my friends and family, and sometimes myself how I really feel.

But it is you who've been there all along.

It is you who sees my every tears and hears my every plea.

Remember how much time you and I spent treating patients?

You were with me and saw most of them walk again, and some of them... gone.

You're the one responsible for my 24th birthday. It was sad but I still want to thank you.

Thank you. For the music, movies, TV shows, computer games, good books that you have created this year. It sure helped a lot of people cope with boredom and the unending need for entertainment.

It was also your year when I spent four odd months in Manila.

It was September where you granted me a wish that I wish I couldn't have wished sooner.

To be in a land where every Filipino thought of going home but the economy is just too bad, they'd rather stay somewhere cold and lonely.

It was your year that I got to see and experience cities and sites and places that I just read in books and see in movies before.

It was your year that I cried most nights missing my family back home.

It was your year that I gave all my effort. Yet somehow you thought that it's not yet the time.

Maybe your friend, 2010 will bring me your gifts.

You gave me so much stress, you gave me a hard time, you were a pain in my ass.

But despite all that. You showed me beautiful things.. punched me in the face and told me how awesome my life is.

Thank you, 2009.

I love you, 2009.

Thank you for giving me the best times of my life.

love,

Emery

The One with my holiday photos.

Pillar of Faith Baptist Church Christmas musicale.

Parking lot outside the United Center after the Chicago Bulls beat the Atlanta Hawks

Inside the United Center.

oh how I envy these 4 balikbayan boxes. They get to go ho home. btw, that's FRIENDS "the one where Ross is okay" on TV.

Olive Garden.

Happy 9th Birthday Kate!

First taste of snow outside!

Merry Christmas everyone.

Let us not forget the true reason why we celebrate Christmas.

It's the birth of my Saviour. Our Saviour. Jesus Christ.

For His Name shall be called Wonderful. Counselor. Thy Mighty God. The Everlasting Father. The Prince of Peace.

The one with fact or fiction?

Prologue.

It was a snowy day when I first saw him.

I knew for a fact that he was something else.

He was sitting on the corner.

He looked so good when he closed his eyes.

Even more appealing when he started to speak.

He picked up a kid and played with him.

You suddenly thought that he'd be an amazing dad someday.

He dropped his keys.. he's got those nice masculine pair of hands.

I turned around every time our eyes met.

Because that's how I deal with stuff when I'm dying inside,

yet so peaceful and calm on the outside.

We're in a room now.

And we're talking to different people.

Yet I think that our minds talk of silly things... privately.

Where do I get the courage to say "hi" when all I can think about is him.

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to be continued...

Chapter 1, anyone?

:-D

The One With nearly 3 months ago.

September 15, 2009. Home.

Frantically preparing for my flight to Manila the next day and to Chicago 3 days after that.

I remember finishing some errands around town with my mom and my dad being our driver.

I had lunch with Kristine, Vanessa and Precious, three of my bestest friends since grade school.

Had dinner with my beloved relatives. Waved my goodbyes to all of them with an assurance that I'd see them soon. Prayed with my dad for what would be the greatest prayer I've heard.

September 16, 2009. Iloilo Airport.

My dad drove us to the airport. I hugged him tight, not realizing that it would take me years to hug and see him again. I kept the tears to myself.

Mama and Ta Edith decided to go with me. Arrived at Manila an hour later then some relatives from Bulacan fetched us and welcomed us into their lovely home for two nights. Then we stayed at Auntie Angkit's house for my last night before my big flight.

September 19, 2009. 2 am, Ninoy Aquino International Airport.

I hugged my Aunts, my cousin Joanna and lastly, my mom.

It was heart-breaking. The one where you only see in movies. The difference is that, it's real this time.

But of course, I had to keep my tears to myself, and wait 'til I get in and burst it all out.

I will never forget the image of my beautiful mother and her smell that night. It must be difficult to see her youngest, must beloved daughter go. But that actually is reality with a blessing from God above.

So I ate some Siomai sold inside the airport just to satisfy my cravings for soy sauce and lime.

Then fell in line for my 5.30 am Cathay Pacific Flight to Hongkong.

Had my visa scanned.. customs cleared.. then I found myself sitting on the departure area.

Had 6 five peso coins in my right palm, that would give me enough time to call someone and let my heart speak. I had my roaming number turned on so I can't really use my cellphone.

I was in line next to a man crying on the telephone booth.

It was my turn, I picked up the phone and hanged up. I went to bathroom instead.

I was boarding the plane. Tears were flowing off my face..

I was not thinking but my tears were like water falls.

I had to angle my face and cover it with my hair so as not to freak the lady out beside me.

It was a two hour-flight and I slept most of the time.

I arrived at HK at around 8 am. Their airport is huge!

So I had to stop by that big electronic board that showed all the details for the ones that have connecting flights. I found mine. United Airlines bound for Chicago's O'Hare Airport 1 pm that same day.

I had all the security and customs procedure done. Then I was off the the Departure area again. I have no idea now what went through my mind that time. Well, it must be pretty deep considering the fact that I didn't take a single picture of the whole thing. And that's quite odd for a self-professed camwhore like me.

1 PM. I was falling in line to get inside the plane. They had to let the business class ticket holders walked through the red carpet. And the majority who were holding an economy class ticket had to go through the simple blue carpet. Blue is nice.

My seat number was 25 B. But then this couple asked me if they could seat together because theirs was 25 A and C. So I moved to the window seat. Next thing I knew, I was crying all over again. Maybe it's due to the fact that I'm uncertain of when I'll be back home.

It was scheduled to be a 14 hour flight. I remembered I slept a total of 7 hours I think, stood up to stretch and let the toxins out three times.Thank God for the free blanket and the pillow-ette. I finished all the on-board meals, literally up to the very bones of each meat.

I heard the Pilot announcing that we should prepare for landing.

I closed my eyes and thought to myself.

I am not prepared for this landing.

walked down the plane, passed the immigration and that guy at the exit door said.

Welcome to America! and at the back of my mind, a certain of piece of me is saying, I wanna go home.

3 months later, still thinking of going home... yet a little stronger to fight the urge to do so.

The One With all my frustrations.

I am not really sure if this is the right place to let it all out.

But I'm just gonna write it anyway.

Today is the worst day of my life.

I'm not angry. I'm just confused and disappointed with myself.

My hard work didn't pay-off.

I cannot say that I've hit rock bottom, because rock bottom would be like knowing that you're family was murdered, or being pregnant after you got raped, or getting imprisoned because of unpaid bills, and having diagnosed with Cancer right after your husband leaves you for a younger woman.

My situation is nothing like that.

I've lived a pretty comfortable life.

I may not get everything that I want, but most of the time I do get them.

I was the never the type of person who'd study and work at the same time to support my family.

I never experienced like a major tragedy.

So having to go through this failure is devastating for me.

The emotional part I could bare.

But with pride and financial things mixed up. Everything just seems difficult.

I don't know where I went wrong.

I was sure that I answered the questions correctly.

The worst thing was. I was expecting a very high score.

I remembered I narrowed the choices to three.. mostly.. two.

50/50 chance. What were the odds right?

It disturbs me to know that I only needed 6 more correct answers.

I want to cry. I want to yell. But f you have the most supportive family in the world that tells you that everything's gonna be fine, you could feel nothing but guilt and gratitude.

After I saw my scores.

I was trying to find reasons, and ask these unnecessary questions?

"Have I done something bad lately?"

"Did I not pray hard enough"

"How come the others passed it. It's not fair"

"Should I have read the book 2 more times?"

"Should I have taken the exam a week from now?"

and you remember all your sacrifices and hard work.

It makes me want to quit. I don't want to go through that process.

But the only way out is to go through it again.

Right now. I'm still waiting for the "reason" to explain this unfortunate circumstance.

Because I know there's gotta be something good after this darkness.

God never lets anyone down. He has a purpose for everything.

I have done my part. And it's His will that I should follow.

I feel like I'm floating in the air. Not knowing how and what to think.

Today is last year's soon.

And I pray that today's soon is gonna work out for me.

The One with Oh My God!

Benj just re-edited these pics.

I love your miraculous fingers Benj!

Someday when I'm old and probably fat.

All I have to do is just take a good look at these pictures and I'd smile and tell myself...

You used to be so beautiful.

haha.

BenjCordero gallery.

The one with all the drama

I wanna scream.. like I've never screamed before.

Lately I've been feeling a lot different. Confused different, if I may say.

I'm not sure if I'm becoming too sensitive with stuff or it's just plain immaturity all over again.

I remember someone, I get teary-eyed.

I see something really funny that gets all the people laughing, I just smile.

I read something good or bad, I react.

I meet people, I talk. That's less talk than the usual.

I can't even appreciate good music anymore.

But you see, that's not me. I never cry, I easily laugh, and I talk a lot.

I don't know if I'm just pretending to be okay.

I know I am okay. But visions keep on flashing right before my very eyes, and suddenly I'm lost again.

I'm surrounded by comfort yet I'm still uncomfortable.

Maybe because I'm just too excited to explore everything that's ahead of this time.

When you're alone sitting on a comfortable couch with no one around,

you tend to think.. deeply. And that's becoming my hobby now, and it scares me.

I'm thinking of ways to survive the world out there.

Strategies to make this big leap easier for me to bear.

I can't even weigh my study time. I mean if that's already enough to help me pass my next exam.

There's nothing wrong with my life really. Everything is perfect.. I've got my family.. I've got my friends.. I've got the internet.. I have my God.

And it's just disturbing where my mind takes me to create a little soap opera of my own.

Well, maybe I just need to see my friends, talk to my mom and dad everyday to ease this all out.

Pardon me for this nothingness.

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on a lighter note:

happy birthday Eden Mae Gallinero! Big Bro Jong is lucky to have you! Thank you for everything...

Keep the faith burning forever!

GO MANNY PACQUIAO! erase Cotto off the boxing board!

and Congrats NOVAK DJOKOVIC! for beating Federer on last Week's Basel ATP championship match..

The One where I'm sorely missing home...

Home.

I miss home.

And when I say home..

I really mean MOM and DAD.

Completely emptied their nest.

And I cannot wait to work and give them all the love and comfort they deserve.

It may be impossible to repay everything.

But I'm just going to.

Now, all they have is each other..

With Papa being s prayerful

and Mama always smiling her beautiful smile..

Somehow gives me the assurance that they'll be super okay.

Until eternity catches up with them.

Almost 41 years of being married..

And I've seen nothing but LOVE and RESPECT.

See you soon Ma and Pa.

I miss you both sooo much! I love you....

re-blog if you love NOVAK DJOKOVIC

The One With all the pictures.

Pictures without my annoying face.. oops, didn't I just say lovely face?

Thank God for imagevenue.com

click pics to enlarge!

1st pic: I'm on the church's prayer request!

2nd pic: the most beautiful tree I've ever seen. :-D. kamanolan kicks in!

3rd pic: Gabriel as the taller bumble bee? of the transformers.. not sure if I spelled it right..

4th pic: Kate and Isaac at the Patio.. Finger-licking baby back ribs!

5th pic: My bedroom... overlooking our neighbor's frontyard.. lol

6th pic: Plainfield Library.. that's my stuff and my books on the square-shaped table..

7th pic: oh the smell of old books!

8th pic: I still can't figure how is this chapter important to our profession. Anova, t-test, ch-square,ordinal.. still don't know their differences. lol

9th pic: Baby Jacob! He's the cutest baby pumpkin ever!

10th pic: My first boots! thanks Jong!

11th pic: the Flying bridge! we got delayed.. but it was all worth seeing it.. haha

The One with my recurring sickness.

Taking pictures of myself with my Cellphone

A hobby that I tried to quit, which I eventually did.

But sometimes you become stupid and bored that you just smile and pose through that one little lens.

Don't condemn me! I'm only human!

wala ni na-edit ha?! haha

Trying to make an art of my red tights!

Damn! I miss my Photoshop!

Taking a photo break from studying!

Walking in Memphis by Paolo Santos is playing on my Ipod.

I know each female who owns a mobile phone or a digital camera has this pose as well.. lol

The place I call home!

I gained 6 lbs! Good thing all the fats went to my hips.

Not my stomach and my arms please!

This is my sickness.

And I'm not proud of it.

Just sharing.

The One With all the Questions

Found this little piece of paper clipped inside in one of my books. It's quite interesting actually so I'm posting it here. I do have a brilliant mind, don't I? haha

Many people said Leonardo DaVinci was the most curious man.

Well, I am curious as well. It's just that I don't do anything or do any research and stuff to find the answers to my stupid questions.

1. Do Ferrets come from a family of butterflies?

2. Where do you put your hands when you sleep?

3. Apricot scrubs are like broken pieces of sandpaper. But how can it smoothen your skin?

4. Pruritus. urticaria. Rash. Skin Asthma. Allergy. Xeroderma. Which is an acne?

5. How come men have thicker and longer nose hairs?

6. Can Serena Williams beat Roger Federer for a UFC title belt?

7. What's a Lithium? well, I know it's a chemical. But why did Nirvana make a song out of it?

8. How severe will I get if I try and eat a spoon of pink play-dohs?

9. Why do they call it a Children's dictionary if it's as thick as the adult dictionary?

10. Things that are old become more valuable. Why is it the opposite with living creatures?

11. How come the evergreen trees do not change colors in fall?

12. Since when did people begin to pay for water?

13. Why do we have a runny nose when we cry?

14. Who invented the venetian blinds and the chains?

15. Can you sing the Birthday song backwards?

16. Where exactly is Gangsta's paradise?

17. How did English judges landed spots on American TV shows?

18. How many percent of the population read the User Manual Guide when they buy a new gadget?

19. How many of you heard of a song called Lover's spit?

20. Was Adolf Hitler really Jose Rizal's Son?

okay. I must be really losing my mind.

Anyone who can give me the 20 answers wins an iPhone in the year 2018.

but If you want your gift now. A flying kiss will do.

haha.

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anyways, the compulsory pics galore. Because I have to make a point that my blog is with me in this great American Adventure! haha

my comfy bedroom slipper. Why is it that if your feet are warm. you're whole body suddenly goes with it.

Just because I love my shoes. haha. And oh! I gained 5 lbs! yay me!

The One With all the Letters

When you're this far from mostly all your friends and family, you suddenly realize how amazing emails and private messaging are. Here are five of them that got me through some really tough times. Senders will remain anonymous though. Had to translate some of it for my foreign readers. haha. (as if have one..well basing on my flagcounter.. it's like United nations!)

Ne,
I called you three times but all I got was your answering machine...It's okay. that's life....just call everyone you know to ease your sadness...really try to keep in touch with friends..take care always..

emz,

hay... it's okay... just take it again.. heheheh ndi man ta b mag abtanay sa chat... so pano na b??? you can still work there for the meantime right?? well., take care lang da gurl.. mayo man na kung maka ktanay na kamo ni jeni kag ni xao da.. para mabuhinbuhinan depression mo.. Miss u man day! chat ta soon!

hi Emery! Sorry for the super late reply. How are you? I hope youre feeling better right now. Well, all i can say is "it's alright!", each of us has our share of failure and we have to see the good that comes from it which us the experience itself enabling us to endure whatever failure next time.
To be honest, i know of the best students who didn't make it first time. At least, you are already there. Think of the thousands of PTs who are still here, getting denied of their visas, waiting in vain and without any assurance of being given granted once they reapply. In your case, your chances of passing it the second time is really way higher.
So just forget it! Get back the enthusiasm of reviewing again and move forward. Pray hardest and just enjoy life there one day at a time.
I will pray for you..
I miss you and thanks for always keeping in touch!

Hmm that sucks :( Anyway it's not the end of the world! And I don't think it will be such a big problem for us... I mean, I just have to know where you will be that weekend (October 23), and that's it! If you are in Chicago, I'll go there. But PLEASE let me know SOON where you will be (on Monday I should already know this). I have to get the tickets, remember? :P I wish I could be there with you on these hard times..... :( But don't worry! We'll be meeting soon! :) Finally! :)

hello queen emery!!just visited your blog... i liked it..the music especially.. i never expected you express yourself that great... as in...i miss you ne!be safe always... @emery gem

oh well. every entry should come with a pic right? haha.

and besides, I think I'm okay now.

The One With at New York?

No tour is complete without a picture with the famous NY yellow taxi cabs on your background.

I've been here for almost two weeks.

Half of those nights, I've cried myself to sleep.

Thinking.. wondering.. if this is all worth it.

The stress, the loneliness, the chaos, the cold, the big city.

All the excitement for my first international flight and seeing this new world... all gone.

All that's left is confusion.

Good thing is, adjusting is not that difficult after all.

I practically mastered the E, F, R and V subway trains in two days.

I'm still perfectly healthy despite the dramatic change of climate.

Went to Jamaica, NY to get my SS Number all by myself.

Walked around the city with no tour guide. (well, I did the first time. LOL)

Loving the American breakfast meals.

So you see, I'm good.

I love the people here, very contradicting to what I was told to. They're actually very nice and accomodating or they're just probably nice to me because I'm pretty. LOL. I kid! I kid!

And oh the cellphone services are awesome. Free Unlimited calls! And still adjusting on leaving messages on voicemails. I still find it very weird. lols. Exactly why my phone has been my bestfriend since I moved here.

Then this terrible thing happened.

I didn't pass my NPTE, the exam that I'm supposed to take in order for me to be licensed here. It was very difficult. Well I don't want to talk about it because it's just frustrating. Part of it is because I have no one to blame but myself. I never answered a single practice question 15 days prior to the exam. I relied on my notes which evidently did help only a little. I answered the basic Anatomy/Physiology and Neuro, Medical-Surgical and Orthopedic conditions. I had a hard time answering questions that asks for my judgement as a PT or those clinical Decision making questions. All the choices seemed correct. Just failed to pick the best one. But oh well, enough of that.

I'm okay now, as I've said I've got my little band of angels telling me that life goes on and that there's always a second take.

So, I'm flying back to Chicago, where everything seems simpler and greener, and be with my family again. And start all over again.

Read. Study. Pray. Just a little harder this time.

Thanks,

ng Jo, for the tour! and the lunch! I love you!

Jen: for being my constant phone pal. And my all time favorite friend!

Eunice, Sir Kent, Sir Glenn, Tim, Elna: for the thoughts,

You: for the emails. Never fails to put a smile on my face. probably not yet the right time.

Benj, Zao, Van, Carmz, Jude,Precious, Let, Jasmin, Tin, Yeo, Jing P., Joyce, Sheila, cheekee, Jen D., leane, aissa, ng Mai: for all the messages and the how are you's! in times when I needed to hear them the most.

Ng Jen, Kuya Jon, and Denise: Endless thanks for taking care of me and somehow adopting me.

Interfysio: for doing everything to make me feel alright. Wouldn't be here if it weren't for you guys!

Jong, ng Eden, Neng Maribel, Ozzy and family: Words are not enough to show you how much I love you all!

Mama, Papa, Inday Fe, Toto ng Queenie and Family, relatives: I hope you're all here with me! I miss you!

No, I don't think so. Maybe soon. I'll really learn to love it and embrace it.

The One with the Final Countdown

I officially 20 days left in this spectacular City of Love.
There are just so many things that I'd like to do before I vanish.

Call everyone I know.
Say sorry to the people I might have hurt without me realizing it.
Say thanks to those who have helped me reach where I am now. (not that I've reached that far already)
Say I'll miss you so much to only God knows who.
and just say my 'see-you-soon' to my friends.

I am so blessed. I will continually pray to the Lord for the unending blessings. And just pray a litter harder each passing day. Troubles may come, doubts may arise. Just as long as you have prayers and a giant faith as your shield and weapon, everything will feel so right.

I'm pressing on the upward way.

New heights I'm gaining every day.

Still praying as I'm onward bound:

Lord, plant my feet on higher ground.

Lord, lift me up and let me stand,

By faith on Heaven's table land.

A higher plain than I have found:

Lord, plant me feet on higher ground.

My heart has no desire to stay,

Where doubts arise and fears dismay.

Though some may dwell where these abound,

My prayer, my aim, is higher ground.

*literally got teary-eyed when we sang this in the church last Sunday.

The One with the Comeback.

What the hell have I been doing these past few weeks?

I’m finally home.

Finally waved goodbye to the traffic, awful food, and very dirty streets. You will not be missed, Manila.

Allow me to write a novel here.

The last two days of my life in Manila happened to be the busiest and stressful days of my life to date. I only had 6 hours of sleep for two days I think.

Monday. August 10, 2009

Went to AMARCO. This agency located at Annapolis which is the Manila tie-up of my real agency, Interfysio. I had to get my Work Visa packet that contained all the needed documents and instructions for my US embassy interview that Wednesday. It included my Approval letter from USCIS. I studied the 1 inch thick documents the whole night.

Tuesday. August 11, 2009.

Woke-up around 5.30 am (the earliest in 4 months). Prepared everything for my Medical check-up. Fecalysis and Urinalysis. (spell gross). Arrived at the clinic at 7.30 am only to find out that the Clinic opens at 9 am. Worse thing was, I had to stand and walk around for 1 and a half hours because there were no benches available to sit around. So I had my blood and x-ray taken and took that Psych exam which was very mentally draining that morning. The x-ray lady told me “ma’am ang payat mo”, when she palpated my scapula. LOL. The doctor and the dentist were not available that morning so they asked me to return the next day.

At around 11 am. I went to the Pre-Departure Orientation Seminar (PDOS) training on Pedro Gil Street along Taft Avenue. I didn’t know what to ride for me to get there so I ended up riding a bus that took me about an hour or so to arrive. I ate because I was seeing stars already. The seminar was a requirement for all Overseas Filipino Workers. I didn’t know that the seminar was from 12 noon to 7 pm just to get that certificate after 7 agonizing hours. I guess I’m the only one applying for the US that time. All of them were middle-east bound. It was quite informative but after the 3^rd hour my head was spinning again and all I heard was blah-blah-blah after that.

The seminar ended at around 8 pm. I literally ran to Robinson’s Manila to purchase a ticket for me to go home that Thursday to Iloilo. I ended up getting the 4.45 am flight. I am that excited to go home. Had my dinner at around 10 and went home eventually.

I had to print another DS 157 just to make sure. I slept at around 1.30 am after I sorted all things out and just laid there with eyes wide open. Counting the flock of sheep lulled me to sleep.

Wednesday, August 12, 2009.

Woke up at around 5 am for the obvious reason that I am excited. Kjirsti and Sheila decided to go with me and I love them for doing so. I had my interview scheduled at 9.30 am. So I was able to go in at around 8.30. It was my first time so I had to move slow and just observe what everybody else is doing, and where everybody else is going. Funny thing was, 15 of the Wowowee casts and dancers were there too including Mr. Willie Revillame himself. He’s cuter in person. LoL. Anyways it was already around 11 when we were sent to the main Interview room. It was quite smaller than I expected. Again, I waited patiently for my number to be buzzed, 235 as I distinctly remember because I was looking at it and playing the little paper with my fingers the whole time.

231, 232, 233, 234……235. It was now my time. I briefly closed my eyes and inhaled deeply before I stood up. The consul greeted me with a crisp “Magandang Umaga”. I greeted him back plus a smile. So he asked me, What is your purpose in going the the United States?. I said. “to work as an H1B approved Physical Therapist Sir”. And the second thing he asked was, “Did you already take your NPTE?”. Of course I answered no, and explained to him that the New York State has issued me a Temporary License. He asked for it, and I gladly showed it to him. He was not convinced because he kept on insisting that I cannot work there if I don’t have a License yet. So I explained to him everything that I know about the Temporary permit. The conversation was going nowhere because it really looks like he didn’t believe me. So instead, he gave me this green paper stating that they’ll have to hold my application because they need to send my documents to the administrative department to review my papers. He said they’ll just call me. I said thanks as I waved a little bye-bye.

I didn’t know what to feel while I was walking outside. I told myself. He could’ve just said I’m denied so I can cry about it. Or he could’ve approved my application so I could celebrate and rejoice…my emotions were left hanging in the middle.

As I went home I could bang my head against the door when I reviewed my papers and there’s this one tiny piece of paper that says. “NEW YORK EDUCATION LAW, TITLE VIII, ARTICLE 136 AND 6735 PROVIDES THAQT PHYSICAL THERAPISTS HOLDING A NEW YORK TEMPORAY LICENSE ARE AUTHORIZED TO FULLY PERFORM THEIR OCCUPATIONAL DUTIES WITHOUT A PERMANENT LICENSE FOR TEMPORARY PERIOD, PROVIDED THEY WORK UNDER THE SUPERVISION OF A LICENSED PHYSICAL THERAPIST”.

I suddenly wondered if I had shown him that paper would he have believed me instead? But I know everything happens for a reason so I'm not that all confused.

Anyways, after I ate my lunch I went back to the clinic where I had to finish my Medical Exam only to find out that my vision’s not perfect anymore and that some repairs had to be done on my teeth. I had to search for an internet station to email my employer of the things that happened to me because they’re expecting me to be approved and they’re really expecting for my arrival before September 20. I told them every detail of the Interview. Around 11 pm, I had my final BIG dinner with Kjirsti that night and went home to pack my things for my flight home 4.45 am the next day. Took my very last bath at our tiny place and decided to take a nap. Around 1 am. My mom called me to tell me that my Agency received my email and told her that I shouldn’t be worried with my papers. Because maybe I was interviewed by a Consul that was not familiar with the whole thing. Anyways, it was a very big relief for my part o hear that. So now all I have to do is just to wait for their call so I can fly back to Manila and fix everything.

Thursday, August 13, 2009

I arrived at the airport around 3 am. And I could barely hide my excitement. I fell asleep at the plane and woke up when the pilot guy announced that we are now approaching the Iloilo Airport. My heart literally jumped that I could feel my Sympathetic Nervous System work things up again. And yeah. Finally I was home! I could just smell the clean air. And half-ran/half-hopped when I saw my mom and dad. A rather healthy breakfast was waiting for me. Laswa kag uga. Ahaha. Then I saw my very big comfortable bed. Slept for 6 hours straight. When I woke up. A very delicious meal was waiting for me again.

Took my shower and went directly to Tita Jho’s wake. She looked lovely even on her deathbed. I got teary-eyed when I saw Tita’s Coffin mainly because I wasn’t able to see her or help her on the last months of her life. Stayed up late again at their house to catch up things with my cousins and friends.

Tita Jho’s life was such an inspiration. She was only 42 years old. Died of Ovarian Cancer. But she raised such beautiful, intelligent and very brave kids. To Serren, my favorite cousin, the eldest of four. Only 20 years old but has an emotional age of 40 I think.

I cried so hard from the last night of wake up to the funeral. My eyes were bulging that my eyebags were going to explode. 80 cars trailed off when Tita was brought to her final resting place. A lot of people asked if she was a politician or something because of the ginormous amount of people. It was such a sad moment saying goodbye to a very courageous and beautiful woman.

Probably will write an entry about her some other time.

Still waiting for that Embassy call, LoL.

Phew! Goodnight.

sorry for the typos. don't have enough time to re-check it.