August 25, 2003 ~ 3:40 p.m.
Feeling:
Song of the Day: "What Dreams Are Made Of (Ballad Version)" ~ Lizzie McGuire Movie Soundtrack
This is another reason I don't post daily: I have Sara to write out the highlights of the weekend since that's when we spend time together the most. I usually don't write on weekends either unless I was really bored like I am right now.
I just want to summarize a bit of things. Sara and I spent the night at the hospital for two nights and three days. It was because her mom had to have surgery. She had to have all of her ovaries removed because the blood was clotting. Like the time when Sara and I once spent the night with my aunt when she had her baby, Sara's mom wanted us around to keep her company and help her out.
We had fun those days, even if it was really boring at times with only 14 channels on tv and at night when we'd wake up at random times and couldn't sleep at all, with the nurses coming in and out every hour or so. Sara's mom got out of the hospital yesterday, and for now she's doing fine. It's a little strange...now that we're back, Sara and I kind of miss the hospital. It was like...spending the night in a hotel room only...well different.
I was also sick the entire time. Ever since Wednesday, I guess I had the cold. I could hardly breathe through my nose and my throat was sore and itchy. But I tried my best not to get anyone sick.
Flash forward to today. Sara's first day of school! I told her to have fun, make friends, and 'make good choices'. Anyway, she's lucky to have her friends going with her on her first day too. Now it's almost time for my first day tomorrow...this year is going to be...different.
So in the morning Sara's mom let me watch all their home movies when they lived in the Philippines. She showed me Sara's favorite part when her brother was still a little toddler and he was so adorable! I also got to see Sara when she was younger...hehehe...she had such a serious face. Her mom said she barely smiled and never laughed. Well...looking at her now...would be unbelievable. People can really change. I can see that.
When I was watching those movies and looking at all these relatives that I've never met, I had a sense of nostalgia. I also had a strange feeling of homesickness, even though I hadn't been to the Philippines since I was four years old, and since then I don't remember a thing of that trip.
Well I'm gonna go and see if Sara's home yet so I can ask her how her day was.
Can't take this crap anymore...
Torn
Staying Strong
Heavenly Music
A Filipino Drunkard's Party
Living life »»†«« in solitude...
