Saturday, June 15, 2002
More Ch-Ch-Changes...
I only had three hours of sleep that separated my Friday and Saturday. After waiting since last September 2001, my dad finally got a call from the job he's applying for which is the USN-MSC (United States Navy - Military Sealift Command) where he'll become a merchant marine/seaman and finally get our lives back rolling financially. For the past three years we've been nothing but problems here and there... and trying to make ends meet at the same time battle off people who think because we might have one old dollar bill that we're filty rich. I'll just curse here... shit them! Even up to now. (wait hold on, none of them are my friends as in real friends ok... my friends of Atheneum and the new ones at DLSU-D have nothing to do here... i've talked enough about them... this entry is more on my weekend life).
So I woke up around 0400 hrs and we went to NAIA to drop my dad there. He's on a Northeast Airlines flight bound for Japan where he'll stay for 9 hours on a stop-over since his connecting flight isn't until way later. As I type this, he's probably preparing to board his connecting flight for Agena, Guam.
So what can he do there for 9 hours? He has no hotel. Well... I'm thinking more on the lines of soccer/football fever. As in, World Cup fever. There has got to be so many tourists and foreigners running around the airport in Japan right now. In Tokyo and Narita... wait, if he did change airports.
Our farewell wasn't so sentimental. Well it was more on my mom and my brother who had an affect. I hate to be bratty, but I'm always the one waiting for him to get his job and live his life out there rather then become farmer joe in the backyard. I felt sorry for my brother who always plays basketball with my dad, and my mom the most who always wants to be with my dad. My parents have never stayed apart for longer then 3 months which was just last year during my dad's first attempt for the MSC.
I don't know why I probably treated my dad at the airport as if it were nothing and he'd be back in a month, or even a week. That's how OUT of it I was. Since there's DLSU-D around me... I seem to be focused elsewhere. If my dad is accepted into the MSC by passing his physicals in Guam... he'll proceed to Virginia and New Jersey respectively in weeks to come to continue training before he gets on a boat or ship, whatever. Then once he has the job... he can come home every four months. Yet the earliest he says he'll return is by this Christmas. To think... that's quite a while. I barely had a good conversation with him this whole week.... no farewell.. the only thing I said was "Good luck." ...and I turned around like nothing happened. I've felt so numb this whole day. That feeling like he's gonna be entering my room any minute now... I still feel it. I feel like he's outside drinking with my Uncle. But NO. He's in the Land I Lived in and Loved before... and not returning for several months.
I need to get myself straighten out.... I need to feel something here. Again, I feel numb. Help me.
I only had three hours of sleep that separated my Friday and Saturday. After waiting since last September 2001, my dad finally got a call from the job he's applying for which is the USN-MSC (United States Navy - Military Sealift Command) where he'll become a merchant marine/seaman and finally get our lives back rolling financially. For the past three years we've been nothing but problems here and there... and trying to make ends meet at the same time battle off people who think because we might have one old dollar bill that we're filty rich. I'll just curse here... shit them! Even up to now. (wait hold on, none of them are my friends as in real friends ok... my friends of Atheneum and the new ones at DLSU-D have nothing to do here... i've talked enough about them... this entry is more on my weekend life).
So I woke up around 0400 hrs and we went to NAIA to drop my dad there. He's on a Northeast Airlines flight bound for Japan where he'll stay for 9 hours on a stop-over since his connecting flight isn't until way later. As I type this, he's probably preparing to board his connecting flight for Agena, Guam.
So what can he do there for 9 hours? He has no hotel. Well... I'm thinking more on the lines of soccer/football fever. As in, World Cup fever. There has got to be so many tourists and foreigners running around the airport in Japan right now. In Tokyo and Narita... wait, if he did change airports.
Our farewell wasn't so sentimental. Well it was more on my mom and my brother who had an affect. I hate to be bratty, but I'm always the one waiting for him to get his job and live his life out there rather then become farmer joe in the backyard. I felt sorry for my brother who always plays basketball with my dad, and my mom the most who always wants to be with my dad. My parents have never stayed apart for longer then 3 months which was just last year during my dad's first attempt for the MSC.
I don't know why I probably treated my dad at the airport as if it were nothing and he'd be back in a month, or even a week. That's how OUT of it I was. Since there's DLSU-D around me... I seem to be focused elsewhere. If my dad is accepted into the MSC by passing his physicals in Guam... he'll proceed to Virginia and New Jersey respectively in weeks to come to continue training before he gets on a boat or ship, whatever. Then once he has the job... he can come home every four months. Yet the earliest he says he'll return is by this Christmas. To think... that's quite a while. I barely had a good conversation with him this whole week.... no farewell.. the only thing I said was "Good luck." ...and I turned around like nothing happened. I've felt so numb this whole day. That feeling like he's gonna be entering my room any minute now... I still feel it. I feel like he's outside drinking with my Uncle. But NO. He's in the Land I Lived in and Loved before... and not returning for several months.
I need to get myself straighten out.... I need to feel something here. Again, I feel numb. Help me.
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