I Remember…

 

I remember the day in which I got on the plane. I met a very friendly lil old Filipino man.

I remember the days I met my roommates, they asked a lot of questions.

I remember the days I prepared sandwiches for the cute kids in the squatter areas.

I remember the days I had a long conversation in English with Dreb.

I remember the days I cried on the phone with my dad because my emotions were everywhere.

I remember the days we celebrated Gina’s birthday with a yummy turkey and fruit salad for dinner.

I remember the days it wouldn’t stop raining then there was a flood.

I remember the days I cut little kids nails very very short which gave me pain, but, brought joy to my heart because of our conversations or just the fact that we were touching each other.

I remember the days I met relatives of the Wabes.

I remember the days I really used my blanket at night cause the air was chilly.

I remember the days I didn’t know I was drinking tap water, but I turned out fine.

I remember the days to pass away the slow day I read a lot.

I remember the days I would sit with our landlord and enjoy each others company.

I remember the days the Wabes would take the staff out to eat.

I remember the days my ‘sister’ Queeny would talk to all my suitors for me.

I remember the days the power was out, boy was that hot.

I remember the days the Singaporean team came.

I remember the day I ate chicken feet.

I remember the days I cut a dread off then waited to see if Queeny would notice it in her bed.

I remember the days I enjoyed with my campus friends.

I remember the days we had exciting Christmas parties with out ministries.

I remember the days I had a massage by the blind people at the mall.

I remember the days when words I had repeatedly heard clicked and I knew what they meant.

I remember the days we visited Hundred Island, what a beautiful creation.

I remember the days we would make bread together…it turned out good only sometimes.

I remember the days when our meetings were really long…oh that was everyday.

I remember the days I met my Slavic friend who always teases me.

I remember the days I cover my nose cause of all the gas pollution.

I remember the days I had salty dried fish and liked it.

I remember the days of my time in the Philippines, I experienced all sorts of things; love, anger, joy, frustration, energy, weakness, places, people, words, smells, sights, sounds and so much more.