I love saying that health is wealth. I always value health but never thought to care for it. Till I got the cure of my own medicine. The literal one. I never expected having those sickness because as for me, I feel just fine. I just had ordinary cough and colds. Till I was asked by the company physician that I ‘ve got to have some laboratory tests, I was laughing inside me because I knew it myself that he was wrong and it wasn’t necessary. When I told the story my mum, she forced me to see a specialist doctor. And as I grew up obedient, I do as I was told.
I was waiting for the doctor for 2 hours. I was late for work so I informed the office why I was tardy. When it was my turn to open the doctor’s door, she looked at me awkwardly then asked what was the matter with me. I told her about the age of my cough and I told her that I have alternating feverish feeling. Those were also the reason why I was asked by the physician to have some laboratory tests. I only had CBC or CENTRAL BLOOD COUNT and was about to have X-RAY.
She had some checks on me. Then found out that there was something wrong with my lungs. I laughed when she said that I have possible pneumonia. “Why would I have?” on my mind. Then suddenly her words sank. I was nervous. Then she called for admition or shall we say hospital confinement. It scared me because I just experienced attending to relatives in hospital but of course, when I delivered a baby, that was another story. Another thing that scared me was that family really would panic. Husband would be very worried and mum would be very emotional. And I wasn’t wrong.
I was so worried. It has been two weeks now since I planted the seeds into the egg and hasn’t grown yet. But I was still hopeful. Like I always do. Never lose hope. Never give up.
I still kept on checking it every now and again. And I changed its location to somewhere a bit colder. In the bathroom. I just ask people in the house to put it outside in the morning and put it back at 9am. I can’t do my own responsibility because I am way away from home.
Then one day, when I checked it, I saw green plants grown some length. I was so happy. I ran to my mum who was holding my baby. I told her the good news and she told me that she kept on watering it which I forgot to remind everyone.
Husband also took a look at it and said that there were two more plants inside. It made me more happy. I did not expect it. I almost lost hope but then it happened as I almost tried ot give up.
But one more problem, I am not sure whether those plants growing are actually mint plants. What is they are just some weeds. OH!!!!! such a pain it could be. But I still hope that those are mint plants.
Now I am thinking on what could be a very good type of pot to use by the moment I transplant my plants. I am now looking for the do’s and don’ts in caring mint plants.
I am also excited to revoke my news to my stduent. At first I told her that the seeds did not grow and now, I am so happy to tell her that it has grown at last.
The happy Kendra-lala here.
Whenever I am home, I never fail on checking for little green leaves peering out the egg opening. But I was so disappointed. I expected it to grow in at least within 3 days but mum said there was nothing. I was so sad. But I was still hoping.
Then one day, mum called me with a very sad voice. There was a long pause between her and I at first. Then when she gathered strength, she pulled herself into talking. She said that the egg fell. But she swears that she did not mean it. She said that my husband put in on the top of the refrigerator so that niece and nephew could reach it and play with it. Then mum did not notice one time especially that she was in a hurry to get the cloth on top of the refrigerator. Then in a whooosssh! The egg fell. But she said she returned every bit of soil inside it. The egg was not totally wrecked anyway. Just a litle bit more crack down the bottom. Three times the destruction as I did to it the first time. But it still has the capability of holding what’s inside together.
By the moment o f that call, I was in a hurry because I have to eat lunch before the time. I only had ten minutes left. So I bid goodbye the quickest way possible. Then I told her that we’d just talk again soon. I’ll call again next time. She thought I was mad at her.
Of course I was not mad. Why should I be mad. It was my mum. I love my mum more than that poor egg. But mum thought I was mad at her. My husband called and I just laughed. So he tried to explain it to mum. That was thegreat fall!
As I have mentioned in my last post, my student from Japan brought and gave me an artificial egg where in I could grow my mint. I was so excited to have it grown even if another voice in my head is saying that there is a less possibility thath I’d be able to grow it because of the climate we have here in my country.
This is how it looks like. At first, it really looks like a real egg. It is sitting on an egg case but in its case it is siting alone and it fits well to it receptacle. It was flattened at the bottom so it wouldn’t roll and be able to avoid accident.
There was an intruction that the top of the egg should be cracked a little to open to pour scatter the mint seeds with a spoon. So I did the same as what the instructions said. Husband was laughing at my face when he saw that the cracked went directly down its bottom. I almost cried so he helped me open it. Then I poured the seeds and added a small amout of water. I should not drown my seeds or worse, wash away the seeds.
I placed it indoor because that was 1pm. The sun was at its hottest. I should not dry kill my future mint plants. To my excitement. I kept on watching my egg with the hope that there were little plants creeping out from the stones, sands and soil inside the egg. Husband laughed at me again saying that it is not magic that grows in just a matter of hours. I knew the logic but I just can’t help amazed.
The next day, I put it outdoor to get some sunlight and pour right amount of water.
Would it ever grow? Keep posted!
While in the middle of the sumptuous dinner, she said that she brought something for me. Actually, some things! Because that was not just one but many. Not just for me but as well as for my baby boy.
She explained what she got for us. She packed all the stuff for me. That includes, eye lash mascara, eye shadow, body wash, some snacks like strawberry-chocolate flavored biscuits, cocolate filled biscuits and the most amazing that she got for me was the baked sweet potato do nut. That was very very yummy. I love it. There was also a myterious egg that she brought for me. That was EGGLING. I just have to crack a little bit of its top to open and fill the mint seeds. She game me instructions but I don’t think it’d grow in my place.
She also wrapped my baby’s tax differently. I wonder what was inside. I wanted to open it but she did not want me to. She said that I should open it by the moment I arrive home in the presence of my baby. I was excited. Together with her presents were many more snacks. Biscuits, fruit gum candy and many others I couldn’t remember.
But of course, I also gave her something from my place. I gave her Lucky Me Instant Pancit canton chilimansi (chili-calamansi also known as golden lime) flavor and sweet flavor. I included dried mangoes in the pack. We also have a flat bread here in the Philippines which is a muscovado-filled unleavened flatbread. It is made of dough and glucose syrup. It is called PIAYA here in the Philippines. One of the inclusions is PINASUGBU it is another delicacy here made from banana. It is a fried thinly-slice banana and dipped into dark caramel and sprinkled with sesame seeds. There was also OTAP. An oval shaped pastry that is flaky and brittle when bitten. It also has sugar on top. Last but not the least is ROSQUILLOS. Those are cookies named after the spanish word rosca which means ringlet in the Philippines.
I was also supposed to give her chicharn but I had no time to buy because I couldn’t just risk giving her chicharun. There is a specific area that produces the yummiest chicharun. By the way chicharun is made of different cuts of pork and sometimes ram meat.
Now, I am planning to complete my checklist of delicacy to let her taste. Hopefully before this year ends, I’d be able to do tick every item in my list!
I was almost ran out of topic. So I just asked about her trip, about what her family thought about her lone journey to my country, her stay at waterfront, was she satisfied or what, and wasn’t she threatened by the danger posing by the place and a lot more questions just to have topics to talk about. She never stopped smiling and laughing in every answer that she reponds.
During the meal, I have been long waiting for the rice to be served while initially eating the food served first. I ate slowly so I would not feel full by the moment rice was served. But 3o minutes had passed. There was no rice served. I was afraid that none really would arrive so I just ate to my heart’s content and my stomach’s content. I just remembered that she laughed one time why Filipino fast food and Philippine bases fast food like KFC serve rice. In Japan they don’t. They just eat rice when they are at home but when they are eating out, they don’t order and rice isn’t available and not included in the meal and menu. So by that,I was hopeless to receive rice. I just eat meat and ramen.
The funniest was when I surrendered using chopsticks because I feel terrible at using it. The Japanese manager told me “So, you surrender using chopsticks?” Then we all laughed. I use chopsticks when I am with friends because they can’t spot subtle mistakes but when you are eating with a native user, that is a bad idea.
So she challenged me to practice using the sticks because she said that she’ll return with her whole family and I should be using chopsticks by that time. I was laughing. I know I couldn’t make it. Too BAD!
I was out of the world as I was inside the elevator. My mind was somewhere else floating. My heart beated fastly as the elevator clanked open. My feet voluntarily stepped out from the box as if it has its own mind. My heart couldn’t stop pounding fast. I was trembling on my way out.
As I was heading left of the elevator to the back entrance of the building, I saw a visitor having her things checked by the security guard and looked so lost. I bulged my eyes as I saw a very familiar figure of a mid-50’s woman. It was her. I was so sure of it. A hundred percent sure. I just ran towards her as she saw me and shouted my name. I was so excited and my nervousness was all gone. I couldn’t help smiling. She hugged me she said she coujldn’t believe that she was actually seeing me at last. That was a great achievement for me. She spent a lot of yen just to see her teachers and reserve a time of her very hectic schedule.
Then she ushered me to Q-BAY. A japanese restaurant owned by my Japanese employer. Then she asked me to order. But I just left her take the orders because I couldn’t understand Japanese characters and I couldn’t understand Japanese food names. She took all the talk to the waiter who was also a Filipino.
She ordered a lot of chicken dishes, from liver to skin, to intestine, to meat, salad, and of course RAMEN! They have got a very yummy ramen which made me go back again and again. The ambience was so Japanese especially that I was talking to a very nice JAPANESE celebrity. She looked so fit. Not so tall but not as short as me. Her face just look like a typical Japanese person. Her has bob cut hair and I just noticed that she has mole in her lips. She looks very attractive of that mole. Then just like what she usually do in our class, she talks a lot and laughs more.
That was ONE LOVELY NIGHT.
I was so out of the world. My heart pounded to the ceiling. I couldn’t sleep that morning. I was so anxious. I kept on walking every after my classes when I was at work. I went to my friend and shared the feeling to her and back to my chair. I kept on releasing heavy sighs. My friend tried to help me release the strees. She applied a little make up on my face. What the!!! I even forgotten that stuff? Yeah, I did. Because I was so upset.
I did not actually know scared me. What made me feel that way. I just did feel it. Is it my fault? Hope not! That was really a very situation to me. 6PM struck. I almost couldn’t breathe. I kep biting my lips and heavy sighs. Shut my eyes for a few seconds and back. Fisted and tried to gain strength. I was like getting into the court. I am really not a social person. I have poor PUBLIC RELATION skill.
then TIME began to move quickly. How I wished I could slow it down or even change it and make the time 1,000,000 hours away. I was inside the elevator with other noisy people. I have never felt so irritated before of noise. I wanted to have peace so I could think straight. I wanted something to happen with the elevator so I coujld cancel the meeting. Or maybe trapped there. That time, it was better to have something worse to happen to me than being able to meet her.
Another thing that scared me was my “what if’s?”
What if I wouldn’t be able to see her becasue she has forgotten?Should I look for her? Where? Outside or inside?
There were a lot of questions in my mind. I am this kind of person. I tend to overthink. I do this so I’d know if ever something bad suddenly crops up or even the worst.
It turned out that I misunderstood the plan. That was really a mistake. But it did not make me feel happy nor excited. Instead, I was very, very nervous. She kept on enrolling in my class and couldn’t help to giggle upon excitement. I couldn’t believe that she felt that way.
She asked me on what I wanted to have as a gift from Japan. I just said nothing or that anything is fine. She also wanted to bring something for my baby boy. I also said that even without presents, that was fine as long as I would be able to see her in person. Knowing that she is famous in Japan. Not just of being an owner of a successful pharmaceutical company but because of her sport.
She already shared a lot about her sport and company. Both are really interesting and unbelievable. But let us just focus on her pre-trip. She asked her husband and children about the trip which she called, TRIIP FOR KENDRA. I was so flattered. But I was also relieved when I knew that she also had another favorited teacher from the morning shift. I thought that at least if I would disappoint her, there is another teacher who could at least save the trip and make it something memorable and not regretful.
I have also known that they would be meeting lunch time since she’d arrive Friday night. The next day, Saturday at 9 am she’d have her classes till 7 pm. So she’s have time to meet the other at noon. We on the otherhand, would be at dinner time during my break since I work on Saturdays now. My breaktime is 6:30 pm- 7:30 pm. I only have an hour to meet and greet her. And I was very, very, very nervous. More than ever. I couldn’t remember the last time I felt that way.
I expected my student to arrive the first weekend of October. But I haven’t heard any word from her. So I lost hope and did not expect anymore. I had many inferences. Maybe she did not pursue her plan or maybe she was so busy with her business and forgotten about me.
That was also a blessing in disguise because I don’t like meeting people. Especially if it is an intentional meeting. Unless if they are my friends, close friends and the like, having an appointment with them is more than okay. But in situation like that I don’t know how to react in things, I don’t know what to say. That is very hard and awkward. Expecially if the person is a bit shy. Most of them are very contained. But I could see that my student is not one. She is ery talkative and I just let her talk all through out the classes. But what if she changes by the moment of her coming? Personal talk and cyber talk are really different.
That is why I was so pleased that she did not actually arrive. THough it is embarrassing whenever colleagues and family asked me on how was my day with the student. I just said how glad I was because it did not realize. But honestly, deep inside me, there was pain and disappointment.
But why should I complain? Yeah, that is right. Life is full of fun and disappointments.
I always have a technique to move on from things that hurt me. Push it out of my head and never again think of it. I know that is inevitable.
One day the student enrolled in my sched. I did not bother to ask about her trip. Then she suddenly opened the topic of it then she announced that she’s come the coming weekened. So my jaw dropped. I made a mistake. There was misunderstanding then the fear grew again in my heart.