Usually, when I go home to Talisayan, I hate the day where I have to go back to Cebu. But during my training in Manila, I've always thought of the day I ride that plane to Cebu. Aaah, Cebu! My only consolation is going home to my sister's house and spend the night and the weekend with my nephews -which I will share in another entry later-.
On my way back to Cebu, I was made to bring with me a boxful of medicines and supplies for the clinic. And so, imagine my distress when officers in that Xray machine questioned me about it. They were asking me if I had some papers or documents permitting me to carry those meds. I answered in the calmest way possible (though so alarmed inside) by saying it was just creams and if they want they can open it. They gave me questioning looks still. So, I talked and kaching! *lightbulb popping in my head* (how could I forget?!) mentioned "Belo clinic", then *BINGO!*they suddenly became friendly and even assisted me in putting the box in the cart with smiles. Why? Whew!had I known...
After all the drama and the delay in our flight, I arrived in Cebu safe and sound BUT short of Krispy Kreme for pasalubong (this is another sad and long story so let's leave it, shall we?). Mactan Airport. Cebu!
The next day - Friday- , I was on my way to work. I was 30 minutes earlier than the usual but wudjubilibit? I arrived 15 minutes late. That is because of CITOM!wudjubilibit? They apparently assigned a traffic enforcer in Mango Avenue, near Fooda that caused the heavy traffic. As in 5-meter move every 5 minutes more or less. Really? CITOM. Sooo Cebu! Sooo back!
Back to work!Back to work!
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