tag:missingbene.blog.co.uk,2009-11-10:/ ............come on........... ..............look closer.....MokoFeed2009-11-10T00:00:03+01:00tag:missingbene.blog.co.uk,2008-08-18:/2008/08/18/correction-process-of-loss-and-bereaveme-4602320/awayfromhome2008-08-18T05:00:14+02:002008-08-18T05:12:05+02:00 <p>According to my friend, im not in the stage of Depression anymore in the DABDA process (see previous post). So what is next? Its supposed to be Acceptance (the last A) but then again, my friend told me, its supposed to be AGAIN NOT ACCEPTANCE. That means, one has to go back to the first level or process which is Denial, which one of my good friends told me that I am in that stage, AGAIN. He said, I am in denial that I am finally over the fact that me and my ex are no longer together and that I am still in love with my ex. Yes, i am not denying i am still in love but i have come to accept the fact that we are no longer together. And that's the painful truth!</p> <p>So, do people really repeat the process? Is the last stage, AGAIN or ACCEPTANCE? With the wisdom of my good friend who has never had any long term relationship nor a "quite" meaningful romantic relationship with someone (since most had been flirts, short time partners, or a game of who wants who), the whole process should be repeated with no definite end until someone is able to laugh at the experience and is able to let someone in. Or even accepting the idea of loving someone again with no strings, hang-ups, expectations, baggage, etc. etc. attached to this idea of loving someone again.</p> <p>And yes, I may be in the denial stage. So what? At least, I am moving on... in my own terms. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://missingbene.blog.co.uk/2008/08/18/correction-process-of-loss-and-bereaveme-4602320/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:missingbene.blog.co.uk,2008-08-17:/2008/08/17/the-process-of-bereavement-4598537/awayfromhome2008-08-17T06:55:36+02:002008-08-17T06:56:42+02:00 <p>It is only now that my heart got broken, again.<img src="/img/smilies/icon_cry.gif" alt=":'(" class="middle" border="0"> And its only been like three years since my last relationship. And its only been a year since I fell in love again and seven months since i got into a relationship with the one i love. <img src="/img/smilies/icon_cry.gif" alt=":'(" class="middle" border="0"> how sad can it be? i know there are a lot of people out there who have experienced something more sad than what i've been going through. But just give me this instance to wallow in self-pity and depression. As what i have learned in occupational therapy and psychology, there is this process of loss and bereavement which is called DABDA - denial, anger, bargaining, depression and acceptance. This does not only apply to losing someone to death but also losing something or someone that is important to us. Someone who has been a part, a big part, of our life. I think, i was able to go through the first three processes in a breeze. During at which we (me and my partner) was talking, I was like saying, "this is not happening, this is not happening!" up to the point that i got angry i went home late at night with the remote possibility of me getting a ride since i was in the province. And the bargaining part came in where i was planning to "do everything i could" for us to get back together. But sadly, reality crept in and depression came. I realized i was alone, walking on the national road, waiting for a bus to come. It was like a movie wherein, i was able to ride a bus after a long walk on the dark road (it was 1130 in the evening with no road lights since it was a province), and cried myself to sleep in the bus not caring whether the other passengers were watching me or taking a pity on me or even disgusted! Because i was really crying - not even sobbing or whimpering but not bawling. i woke up on the bus when i was near my destination (in the city) and felt like i was a zombie getting down, riding a cab, opening the house, not even paying that much attention to my baby Fritz (a 2 y/o german shepherd), then lying on the bed didn't even know if i was asleep or half-awake. but the question is, when do i get to the last part - Acceptance? </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://missingbene.blog.co.uk/2008/08/17/the-process-of-bereavement-4598537/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:missingbene.blog.co.uk,2008-07-23:/2008/07/23/blog-away-again-this-time-its-for-real-4487588/awayfromhome2008-07-23T11:27:48+02:002008-07-23T11:27:48+02:00 <p>It has been one hundred and seventy nine days since i last blogged. funny that the last topic in my blog was about blogging again. Hahaha... and after seems like years, im here. blogging away again.</p> <p>what do you think prompted me to blog again? is it because something happened? tragic? happy? sad? no idea? If you think about it, the reason why i am blogging again is because of the overused, so often misunderstood, and the elusive to many but not quite to some is the four letter word - LOVE.</p> <p>Sad to say, i am writing because i just got broken-hearted.<img src="/img/smilies/icon_cry.gif" alt=":'(" class="middle" border="0"> And i think this is enough reason for me to revive this since I do not have anything to "busy" myself with. And i would not have that person anymore to listen to my ramblings about life, work, and everything. so i am will start again writing about my dear life, work and everything for everyone to read except those people that i know of personally. Please feel free to give comments, reactions, advise or whatsoever.</p> <p>So why start blogging again? As i've said, i just got broken-hearted. And it depends on the person how he or she will cope with it. For me, I write. I will be posting soon my experiences when i was with my partner until we have separated. I just need to pour everything out as a process for me to get over it and move on. but not necessarily forget the feeling and the person.</p> <p>im blogging away again... this time, its for real. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://missingbene.blog.co.uk/2008/07/23/blog-away-again-this-time-its-for-real-4487588/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:missingbene.blog.co.uk,2008-01-25:/2008/01/25/let_s_blog_away_again~3631454/awayfromhome2008-01-25T17:02:00+01:002008-01-25T17:02:00+01:00 <p>It has been more than two months already since I last blogged in. The reason? I was on vacation for two months ONLY. That is why I was maximizing the time that I was back in Manila for all the the things that I used to do, used to eat, used to go to, friends to hang out with, family to have dinner with, baby Fritz to play with and of course, spend time with my special one.</p> <p>And now, I am back here in Jakarta, I would be blogging all the experiences and accompanying feelings and emotions I had during my vacation in Manila. So all the future blogs here will be reminiscing of my vacation. so let's blog away again! </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://missingbene.blog.co.uk/2008/01/25/let_s_blog_away_again~3631454/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:missingbene.blog.co.uk,2007-12-08:/2007/12/08/a_night~3413721/awayfromhome2007-12-08T15:42:13+01:002007-12-08T15:47:09+01:00 <p>after eight straight days of drinking, tonight, i finally get to take a rest. This is not because i do not have any gimmick but I decided to take a rest. I think it is not good to overexert myself in drinking even though its vacation for me. right??? </p> <p>Out of the eight days of drinking and partying, 3 nights were spent with my "partner friend" while 5 nights were spent with my colleague friends (all nights which i went home with the sun shining brightly the next day). I actually missed going out with friends, drinking, dancing, partying all night until morning! Then sleeping for only five hours after which I go to another party or drinking session!</p> <p>But for tonight, I am taking a break from drinking and partying. I will have a night's rest. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://missingbene.blog.co.uk/2007/12/08/a_night~3413721/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:missingbene.blog.co.uk,2007-12-02:/2007/12/03/living_the_life~3385897/awayfromhome2007-12-03T00:02:25+01:002007-12-03T00:02:25+01:00 <p>last saturday, i went to a bar - Alchemy, in quezon city with my friends at about 11 in the evening. Prior to that, I already consumed four big bottles of Red Horse Beer so I was a bit tipsy. It seemed I was not that strong of a drinker anymore. Was it because of the 6-months hiatus from drinking? Maybe.</p> <p>When we got to the bar, the beer - San Miguel Strong Ice, was FREE flowing. So we just had to worry about our dance grooves (which we did not) and mingle and mingle. I had to dance and drink the night away at the bar! I was free!!!! I have not felt like that when I was in Jakarta. Well, its just because I did not go to bars in Jakarta. But if I had, I would feel out of place. At about two in the morning, we transferred to another bar - BED, this time in Malate. It was jam packed even if it was two already in the morning. Again, we had to dance and drink the night away. And of course, ogling at the beautiful bodies gyrating on the dance floor. It was at six in the morning when we had to go out and was surprised to see daylight!!! hahaha... anyway, we went to eat in a chinese restaurant near the bar since it serves good soup!!! a hot, delicious soup is always nice when you are drunk! I got home and slept until one in the afternoon. </p> <p>I woke up and realized that I scheduled a drinking session with a friend of mine and some childhood friends. So I got up, took a cold bath thinking that it will help ease with the throbbing in my head - but no. At about two, we started drinking. And at about three thirty, Robert - my friend, wanted me to go with him and drink with his friends in the province - sta maria bulacan, which is 20 minutes drive from our place by taking the expressway - if Robert is driving. And yes, we drove there in 20 minutes because of his car which is by the way a very expensive and nice-looking Mercedes AMG. The acceleration is great, it can go to 160 from 60kph in just lest than 5 seconds!!!! wow!!! and the maximum speed is 280! Its just a bad thing there is no place in Manila where you can do the 280! We drank about 10 bottles each in bulacan aside from the four we had back in my place.</p> <p>We got back to my place at about nine in the evening. And we had to drink at least one more bottle. At that time, I already knew about one of my "ex" being stabbed at the back saturday night by someone who just happened to have nothing to do. And I saw his older brother walking in front of the veranda so I had to ask John - a childhood friend, to ask about "Shotie's" condition. He said he's supposed to have surgery right away but the hospitals don't want to do it until they have money to use as a down payment. And they have been asking since the afternoon for it. So, as an impulse and out of my past relationship with Shotie and present friendship, I gave out 500usd for the downpayment - since they are not well off. And it just so happen I was there at the right time with the right amount of money. </p> <p>And now, Im here, Monday morning, typing away... it seems like I am living the life --- drinking and smoking for two consecutive days.... and now preparing to go to another province with Mike where we will be living the "nature" life for the next three days. Yes, I think I am living the life and hopefully, Shotie will still be able to live the rest of his life fully.</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://missingbene.blog.co.uk/2007/12/03/living_the_life~3385897/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:missingbene.blog.co.uk,2007-11-30:/2007/11/30/finally_home~3373270/awayfromhome2007-11-30T07:49:08+01:002007-11-30T07:49:08+01:00 <p>its finally feels good to be back home. </p> <p>actually, i arrived last saturday morning (november 24) at 7:20 after an hour and a half delay. It was because of the typhoon in the Philippines. Anyway, before heading back home, i had to drop by KFC and get some gravy which I miss so much. In jakarta, there is also KFC but they don't offer gravy.</p> <p>Upon reaching home, I heard my baby Fritz, barking aloud. At first I thought, he does not remember me. But when I tried to touch him, he did not even try biting me and had let me nuzzle him! I cried!!!! He remembers me!!! So what I did, I gave him a bath, cleaned his ears, and played with him.</p> <p>After lunch, I went to my grandfather and grandmother's mausoleum in the province to visit them. After 2.5 hours drive to and fro and an hour stay in the mausoleum, I went to the local department store to buy a cellphone since my old one is not working anymore and the other one is for my local roaming number. It was already seven in the evening and yet I still have to attend a birthday party of a friend of mine. Even though I have not had any sleep since the night of my flight, I still attended the party. </p> <p>I also missed chatting and exchanging intrigues and gossips with my friends and updating each other with our lives..... face to face!!! And i missed drinking alcohol until dawn!!! I went home at around two in the morning and brought Fritz to my room to sleep beside me. I woke up at 430 to prepare for our trip to HOng Kong. Fritz, did not want to go out of the room and of the bed!! So i had to carry him out and down the living room where he will stay during my Hong KOng trip.</p> <p>Again, I was cramming on what to bring to the trip. Just like now, I'm cramming on what to post here since I was not able to do any blogs when I arrived home and during the trip -- saved for another blog... </p> <p>I am so happy..... l am finally home </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://missingbene.blog.co.uk/2007/11/30/finally_home~3373270/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:missingbene.blog.co.uk,2007-11-23:/2007/11/23/tick_tack_tick_tack~3339434/awayfromhome2007-11-23T08:01:06+01:002007-11-23T08:01:06+01:00 <p>finally..... the day of my departure back to Manila.... its only 10 hours, 9 minutes and 23 seconds.... </p> <p>I am now here at Starbucks in Pasaraya Grande... a mall in south Jakarta... just letting time pass by..... until I need to go to my next client. I am really excited going home. I can already feel the "small bites" of my baby Fritz (a 1.7 y/o german shepherd) and his smooth and silky fur! Hahahaha!</p> <p>However, I don't know if my flight will land on time as there is a typhoon in the southern Luzon which is 10 hours drive from Manila. It seems that I will be arriving in Manila at the same time as Mina (international name Mitag) - the typhoon. HOpefully, not. So I can go home right away and play with my baby.</p> <p>So, I need to go now... waiting for time to pass until my flight at 1205 am (november 24 already)... tick tack tick tack </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://missingbene.blog.co.uk/2007/11/23/tick_tack_tick_tack~3339434/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:missingbene.blog.co.uk,2007-11-20:/2007/11/20/cramming~3323196/awayfromhome2007-11-20T03:19:45+01:002007-11-23T08:15:10+01:00 <p>I was supposed to wake up at three in the morning today just to finish so many paperworks before i leave for a vacation back in Manila. However, I overslept and did not hear my alarm mainly because I slept very late --- reason...... i watched hairspray the movie until 12 midnight! Urghh....</p> <p>The other day, I woke up at three in the morning and tried to finish one of the reports i have to do. Luckily, I was able to finish it with the help of coffee and cigarettes. hahaha.... Now, I should just be thinking about getting the right "pasalubong" (something you give to your family or friends when you get back from another country or place). But NOOOOOO!!!!! I am still trying (meaning.... have not started on any new reports yet) to decide what to do first!! And OMG!!! I do have a list to do..... But nope.... still thinking of what to do first despite the list!!!!</p> <p>am I really waiting for Friday to come so that I will have a very miniscule time left to finish the reports before I go? Gawd! Its been like this since I was in primary school as far as I can remember. But what the heck! I was able to stay in the creme' de la creme' of our batch when it comes to academics. And I was able to bag some academic awards during high school aside from the fact that I was able to finish college and pass the local and US state board exams. And now, I am a professional... still like a child when it comes to cramming... I should not be cramming anymore. I am and should be wiser than that! </p> <p>But when I think about it, an SMS of a friend way back before, comes back to me which I think was based on a verse in the Bible. Its message to this effect is..... Whenever we are squeezed.... the juices come out." So, its like cramming..... we are squeezed with the time and just like oranges, we are still able to make something "sweet and fruitful" out of being squeezed! Hahahaha.... Nice isn't it? But yes, sadly, i always use this as an excuse for dilly-dallying! hahaha... </p> <p>I guess, there are so many ups and downs when it comes to cramming. And I still don't have much time to finish the reports yes..... but I am still cramming? Does it show? I guess not coz im still writing a blog! hahaha.... cramming.... </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://missingbene.blog.co.uk/2007/11/20/cramming~3323196/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:missingbene.blog.co.uk,2007-11-15:/2007/11/15/8_days_15_hours_9_minutes_and_53_seconds~3298486/awayfromhome2007-11-15T02:55:27+01:002007-11-15T02:55:27+01:00 <p>The last time I blogged the days I have left before I go to vacation and go back to Manila there were 63 days, 1 hour, 12 mins, and 36 seconds to go. And come to think of it now, it was just like yesterday that I started counting the days. Wow! Time flies fast! </p> <p>And as of this writing, its only 8 days, 15 hours, 9 minutes, and 53 seconds to go! </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://missingbene.blog.co.uk/2007/11/15/8_days_15_hours_9_minutes_and_53_seconds~3298486/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:missingbene.blog.co.uk,2007-11-13:/2007/11/13/its_ok_to_rain~3288342/awayfromhome2007-11-13T07:02:47+01:002007-11-13T07:02:47+01:00 <p>It has been raining here in Jakarta since last month. And just like Manila, when it rains......... traffic worsens... hahaha... and it pours... the traffic, i mean. <img src="/img/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="middle" border="0"> </p> <p>Its like frogs in the forests or swamps. They go out of their holes or whatever and then they bathe in the rain while croaking. Just like the cars here in Jakarta. It seems that whenever it rains, all, i mean, all of the cars go into the streets. I dunno why. It seems that whenever it rains, they just want to go somewhere else... or maybe home. The traffic here is already bad and it becomes worse when it rains. </p> <p>I really love rain. I love it when it pours. Even when it causes too much traffic here in Jakarta, i still love the rain. Whenever I am stuck in traffic, I try to write - reports, emails, or blogs. Sometimes, I play with my cellphone. Sometimes, I read a book or an e-book. I just make my time being stuck in traffic more productive than staring out the window waiting for the car to move.</p> <p>The rain, at least, cools down Jakarta. They say that the "rainy" season here in Jakarta is from October to February. So, i only need to bear with the traffic whenever it rains until next week. but I still have to face it when i come back in January. So, its okay to fall, its ok to pour, its ok to rain. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://missingbene.blog.co.uk/2007/11/13/its_ok_to_rain~3288342/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:missingbene.blog.co.uk,2007-11-10:/2007/11/10/bahasa~3274548/awayfromhome2007-11-10T13:09:15+01:002007-11-10T13:09:15+01:00 <p>for the past few months since I got here in Jakarta, i've only ridden a taxi for not more than 20 times. And every time that they ask something to me in their native language and i cannot understand, I would tell them, "Pak, saya tidak Indonesian. saya tahu Bahasa indonesia, sedikit!" --meaning, sir, i am not indonesian. i only know little of the indonesian language (Bahasa means language). </p> <p>i have been trying to converse with the waiters in the restaurant at the ground floor of this apartment and because of that, i can understand some of what they are saying. mainly because ive been trying to read some books about their language and because some of their words are the same as the Tagalog words we use in the Philippines. Just like buka (Indonesian) and bukas (Tagalog) which means "Open", Mahal (same in Indonesian and Tagalog) which means "expensive" or the opposite of which is "mura" in Indonesian and Tagalog. I think the reason for this is because Indonesians and Filipinos, just like Malaysians came from the Malay Race though the Philippines has been colonized by the Spaniards, Japanese, and the Americans. While the Indonesians has been colonized by the Dutch. </p> <p>One thing for sure, it is nice to know a new language especially now that I will be coming back here in Jakarta and continue to work until next June or until another opportunity comes. So, when I get back here, I will try to enroll in a class to study the Indonesian Bahasa. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://missingbene.blog.co.uk/2007/11/10/bahasa~3274548/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:missingbene.blog.co.uk,2007-11-10:/2007/11/10/full_schedule_every_week~3273529/awayfromhome2007-11-10T08:07:02+01:002007-11-10T08:07:02+01:00 <p>argghhh!!!! I am having difficulties lately of fitting into my schedule new clients for therapy. Aside from the fact that I usually get tired easily lately. </p> <p>Back in Manila, I usually work 10 hours a day, seeing a maximum of 12 clients a day. It usually works for me since my schedule has been like that ever since I started working in 2002. And I seldom feel tired!!!! I think the reason for that is that my body has been accustomed to the workload and schedule. However, when I got here in Jakarta, I only have to work like three hours a day, four at most. Lately, there has been an outpour of clients seeking therapy and I can't find a time for them in my weekly schedule especially now that I have been doing "make-up" sessions for the missed ones. And adding to the pressure is the fatigue that I feel even if its only midway through the day! It seems that my body and mind has already accustomed to the 3-4 hours a day work. And now, working the whole day (8-9 hours including the travel in the forsaken roads of Jakarta because of the traffic) it seems and feels too much for me to handle! </p> <p>At least, its only two weeks more before I go back home to Manila to take a breather before going back here next year to face a full schedule every week! </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://missingbene.blog.co.uk/2007/11/10/full_schedule_every_week~3273529/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:missingbene.blog.co.uk,2007-11-06:/2007/11/06/king_of_the_road~3252380/awayfromhome2007-11-06T05:37:37+01:002007-11-06T05:37:37+01:00 <p>Way back in Philippines, they say that if you learn how to drive around the streets of Manila, you would be able to drive anywhere in the world!</p> <p>I guess the person who said that should rethink about his or her position about the matter. I personally think that one has to learn how to drive here in Jakarta so that they could drive anywhere in the world! One has to be on the lookout ALL THE TIME from his left, right, front and back for cars and especially, motorcycles!!!! In Manila, I thought, we had the many motorcycles plying the main thoroughfares. But lo and behold! There are much more here in Jakarta and the number dwarfs that of in Manila. And according to the natives here and the long-staying expatriates, the motorcycle here is the king of the road - bye to the famed jeepney in Manila! Well, aside from the number of motorcycles, the streets are becoming very crowded because of the increasing number of busways where according to the news, to encourage the car-owners to shift to public transportation. Duh! I myself would not trade the comfort of a car for a bus - most of which are not airconditioned! Since I sweat easily and I do not like "sunny" weather most of the time. And the fact that there are some people who has not yet gotten acquainted with deodorants!!! Urgghhh.... </p> <p>The roads here in Jakarta are also a bit hard to remember the routes one usually passes. I think its because there are tons of U-turns and "deviated" crossroads (not a straight cross!!!). One also has to make certain turnarounds in order to reach a destination instead of just going to it straight! </p> <p>I guess, I'm not really a good driver - since I only knows how to drive an automatic car but do not have a license yet... hhuhuhu... so sad. I've been used to riding a car or public transportation (metro trains which are more accessible and fast as compared to cars coz of the traffic in Manila). But here, I'd rather use a car with a driver than use a public transportation. I know it can increase my fat deposits for not even walking a kilometer or two or even going up the stairs (since I use the lift coz we're staying on the 8th floor), but what the heck. Right-hand driving confuses me aside from the fact the lurking possibility of collision with the King of the Road! </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://missingbene.blog.co.uk/2007/11/06/king_of_the_road~3252380/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:missingbene.blog.co.uk,2007-11-04:/2007/11/04/working_on_a_sunday~3242933/awayfromhome2007-11-04T10:16:12+01:002007-11-04T10:16:12+01:00 <p>Today is the first Sunday in my professional life that I worked!</p> <p>Except for other Sundays where I practice my profession not to earn money but for charity's sake - free seminars for parents and other professionals and theraFREE or free therapy to underprivileged people.</p> <p>The reason for working on a Sunday is that I have to do some "make-up" sessions for those missed by my clients here in Jakarta before I head back home to Manila on the 23rd of the month. That means I will be working again on the next two Sundays!</p> <p>I am not used to working during Sundays because for me it is a REST day and a FAMILY day, even though my family is back in Manila. But still, I consider my Sunday as the day for myself and for the Lord. Well at least, I would still have time to go to church and hear mass since my work is only in the morning. </p> <p>Hopefully, on the 18th will be the last day where I will be working on a Sunday! </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://missingbene.blog.co.uk/2007/11/04/working_on_a_sunday~3242933/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:missingbene.blog.co.uk,2007-10-28:/2007/10/28/changes_on_the_last_minute~3208052/awayfromhome2007-10-28T16:00:10+01:002007-10-28T16:00:10+01:00 <p>I was supposed to attend mass at six in the evening today so I arranged for an evaluation of a client at four in the afternoon. </p> <p>I was already near their place and I got a call from them asking if it is okay to move the evaluation at five. I told them that it is best if we could do it before five. I was not able to tell them that I had to go to mass at six. I was just thinking that I could travel in 20 minutes going to the church. so i stayed in a coffee shop slash bookstore near their place. </p> <p>they called me about quarter to five and when i got to their place, they had to make me wait before the place was set up for the evaluation! argghhh!... So I ended up missing mass at church.... and i feel bad about it... and another thing that makes me feel bad is that we had agreed to start the evaluation at four in the afternoon. And about ten minutes prior to four, they would call and ask for a reschedule? duh! they are just wasting my time and come to think of it, today is a Sunday! I was just asked by a colleague of mine to do an evaluation for them of their child. hay!!! </p> <p>I don't like changing my schedule on the last minute!!!</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://missingbene.blog.co.uk/2007/10/28/changes_on_the_last_minute~3208052/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:missingbene.blog.co.uk,2007-10-22:/2007/10/22/missing_fritz~3175066/awayfromhome2007-10-22T07:32:34+02:002007-10-22T07:32:34+02:00 <p>Its been a long while since I last blogged. However, I have so many valid excuses and one of them is I've been reading books! And the last two that I have finished is about a man and a dog. The first one is a memoir about him and his dog, a doberman. The second one is about a man, his family and their dog, a labrador.</p> <p>The first book is entitled, "I have heard you calling in the night" by Thomas Healy. It talked about his life, how he somehow managed to get a dog despite his drinking and brawling problems. It also talked about his struggle in life together with his dog, Martin. Sure enough, we all have our ups and downs in life. And it is nice to have someone with us wherever we are in life - whether up or down. There were also instances in the story where Martin, the doberman would defend, fight and protect the author. And there was an instance where Martin was hurt by a pitbull in a fight but he emerged victorious to the expense of the pitbull. </p> <p>The second book is entitled, "Marley and Me" by a man with a surname Grogan. I forgot the first name and I do not have the book with me since a friend borrowed it. Anyway, its about a couple who got a Labrador as a "practice" for raising kids. The story talked about how the couple managed to take care of the dog, Marley despite its problem behaviors - chewing anything, drinking in the toilet, etc. until they had three children. Marley was even expelled in a dog training school! However, the story showed how a dog in the form of Marley, taught the family about being together, loyalty, trust, and love.</p> <p>As most dog lovers know, a year for a dog means seven years for a human. So it is natural that dogs die early than their human companions. The stories talked about how Martin and Marley suffered the same fate with Martin living for at the most 10 years while Marley 12 though the second book talked about the heartbreaking events leading to Marley's death - by "sleeping". A vet usually injects a drug to induce sleep until the dog is not breathing anymore - which is actually humane since pain is very very very very minimal. </p> <p>I was crying profusely while I was reading the part where Marley was put to sleep. For humans, its not likely that parents bury their sons or daughters. It is usually the other way around. But in these cases, its the parents or owners who bury their pets or "babies" as what I call mine. </p> <p>I remembered my baby, Fritz, a german shepherd back at home. I mean, it is inevitable that he will go first before me since my friends would tell me that I have to be prepared when that time comes because they saw how much I love my baby Fritz. And its too early to think about it, I think. Fritz is only 1.6 years old... which translates to 10.5 years old in human age. But death is one of the certain things in life... aside from taxes. So when my mom bought two cemetery lost for the family to build a mausoleum, I asked her that I want to buy another lot. She was bewildered since she asked who do I want to be buried there - since there is already the fact that I most probably will not have a family (wife and children) of my own. So I told her that I want to bury Fritz there someday. And then she stopped asking questions.</p> <p>Fritz, my baby, is a handsome dog! He may be hard headed at times but I know he's ready to fight for me. I remember one time that a friend of mine wanted to greet me up close from my back. I was petting my baby but when my friend got close, Fritz jumped towards my friend (which Fritz does not know)! Luckily, I was able to get hold of Fritz's collar or else my friend would be going to the hospital due to multiple bites. Fritz was just like Marley (the Lab in the second story). Fritz loves to chew! He even chewed my expensive slippers, cellphones (five times!!!!), and clothes! But luckily, he got over chewing objects. He even peed in my bed!!!!! But despite his misgivings, I still love my baby Fritz (even if he stands 5'4 on two hind legs and weighs 34 kilos). </p> <p>I really miss Fritz. He was with me ever since he was 8 weeks old. And he always sleeps beside me on my bed, everyday!!!! There was one time where I slept on the living room floor because I was so drunk and I was not able to go to my room. Lo and behold! I woke up at five in the morning, with my mom smiling at me. I got confused and then she pointed something beside me sleeping on the floor with his head on the throw pillow. I saw my baby Fritz, sleeping beside me!!! And he was only 12 weeks old at that time! Wow! This dog surely is loyal!!! Whenever I go, he is beside me - on the bed, on the chair, on the sofa and even in the bathroom!!! </p> <p>Gawd!!!! I really am missing fritz...</p> <p><img src="http://data3.blog.de/media/024/2083024_73f0220971_s.jpeg" alt="ears up" vspace="5" hspace="5"></p> <p> <small> <a href="http://missingbene.blog.co.uk/2007/10/22/missing_fritz~3175066/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:missingbene.blog.co.uk,2007-10-02:/2007/10/02/faith~3070945/awayfromhome2007-10-02T04:51:48+02:002007-10-02T04:51:48+02:00 <p>Last saturday, I received a call from the speech pathologist of the Australian International School here in Jakarta. He (ABet), talked to the owner and they discussed the possibility of putting up an intervention center there. The owner asked ABet to tell me to make a proposal. However, we will have a discussion first prior to making the proposal so that I would know what they want for the school. I was so elated and this was a silver lining for my worry whether I could stay here in Jakarta or move to Dubai or back to Manila. ABet also said that if ever, I will be heading the intervention center there. Wow!</p> <p>To make the matter for the better, I received a call from AMet and Tina (the parents of Nathan) who are in Dubai for their pre-visit, they asked me to send them my updated CV since there is a good special school there in need of an Occupational Therapist. So, I sent them my updated CV. Wow! Another opportunity for me to choose from.</p> <p>Though both of these are not yet in the bag, its still more than a flicker of hope of what I am supposed to be doing. Its more than a silver lining. Its like the saying, when it rains, it pours. And yes, I thank God for those and for everything. For as long as you believe that He will make everything OK, that's faith. And no matter how big or small it is, its still faith. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://missingbene.blog.co.uk/2007/10/02/faith~3070945/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:missingbene.blog.co.uk,2007-09-28:/2007/09/28/miracles~3051391/awayfromhome2007-09-28T05:49:38+02:002007-09-28T05:49:38+02:00 <p>last wednesday, I only had 135K rupiah in my wallet. That was all that's left since I have not yet received this month's salary and I still have to ask a friend for the loan he owes me. Anyway, I was worried since I need to ride a taxi for six more times this week until Friday. I do not know how could I make it suffice until then. </p> <p>But luckily, the owner of the house that I slept at Tuesday night asked the driver to drive me to my destination! Wow! First miracle. Next worry is going back to the apartment after my next session that morning. It usually takes 40K rupiah from that place to the apartment. And I only have 35K small bills. Luckily, when I got to the apartment, the taxi only cost about 34K!!! Whew!!! Second miracle! That night, I was to go to the church to hear mass so I need to ride a taxi to and from. Luckily, the church was near the office of the dad of Nathan (the family Im staying with), so they asked me to use the car (with the driver since I do not know how to drive a manual transmission and i am not used to RHD cars) and just pick up AMet. Wow, again! Third miracle. I do not have to spend my remaining 100K!! Anyway, I just consumed 90K of the 100K for transportation today (Friday) and still have 10K to spend (but i can only buy a pack of cigarettes for that amount). Nevertheless, I can consider those as 3 miracles since I was worried about how much I had left considering the foreseen expenses. I guess God make ways one way or another. Its just about trusting HIM for those who believe in God. So that's what I will do about my decision of whether to stay here in jakarta, go back to manila, or go to dubai. I'll just leave it up to him. </p> <p>And yes, there are still many miracles happening not just to me, but to everybody, whether big or small. Well, me, being able to type and post this on the internet is already a miracle! </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://missingbene.blog.co.uk/2007/09/28/miracles~3051391/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:missingbene.blog.co.uk,2007-09-24:/2007/09/24/just_cross_the_bridge_when_i_get_there~3029890/awayfromhome2007-09-24T05:50:03+02:002007-09-24T05:59:35+02:00 <p>I just spent my whole weekend pondering whether what to do with my professional life. Last May, I just left my practice in Manila just to be here in Jakarta at the request of a former client of mine so that I could have therapy with their eldest child and some other kids here. Now, the father has an offer in Dubai and he is seriously telling me that they want me to go with them as their private therapist. However, inasmuch as Dubai is a very nice country (with the Palm Jameira and all), not to mention they are a tax-free country, I am having second thoughts about going with them. </p> <p>I have many to thoughts about transferring (again!) my practice. First, Dubai is far from Manila which would mean a very costly travel from there and back to Manila aside from the fact that it is not easy to go home as compared to Jakarta. Which would mean that my friends and family can easily visit me anytime they want to. Second, he (AMet) just told me that they want me to go with them though an offer for me usually includes everything (housing and accomodation, professional fees, vacation, etc.). So there is still much room to speculate about everything aside from their intention. In addition, he said that I can bring my baby dog (a german shepherd) in a noncommittal fashion. Nevertheless, money is not a problem with them when it comes to their eldest child who needs therapy. Third, I would be leaving some of my kids (or clients) to some, here in Jakarta. HOwever, with them gone sometime in the future, my income would not be as usual since they get most of my services here which brings me to my fourth. I have not yet received any news with one of the therapists here in Jakarta (a schoolmate of mine though we were eons of years apart by batch) who has a clinic here about me working in her clinic which would be a big help to augment my income here (if ever AMet's family leaves for Dubai). Not that I pressure her or want her to fix everything up since it is Ramadhan and it is a busy month for them (Muslims). But it still adds to the uncertainties that surrounds my practice here. Fifth, Dubai is a country where it is very hot!!! and cold!!! Well, mostly hot. And I do not like that. Aside from the fact that once you got to their tourist spots, which I believe is less than 10, there is nothing more but the vast land of dessert. What do you do in the dessert? Dig oil? Play golf? hahaha... Sixth, there are a lot of Filipinos in Dubai just like here in Jakarta which I guess would make it an easy transition and developing an "at home" feeling.</p> <p>I asked a few friends of mine about it and even my family. My mom told me as well as my sister that I should do whatever I want. My colleagues and friends (3/3 though I have not asked all yet) said that I should stay here or go back to Manila since it is hard to be tied up with one family to give my services to. I tried praying and wanted to ask for a sign, but I have not yet decided what sign to ask though.</p> <p>Should I just go back to Manila? Should I go with them (AMet) to Dubai? Should I stay here and slug it out in this no-competition zone of the globe when it comes to therapy? The decision is not yet asked of this time but it is still best to ponder about the pros and cons about it, right?</p> <p>Or should I say, as the saying goes, just cross the bridge when I get there? </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://missingbene.blog.co.uk/2007/09/24/just_cross_the_bridge_when_i_get_there~3029890/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:missingbene.blog.co.uk,2007-09-21:/2007/09/21/63_days_1_hour_15_mins_and_36_seconds_to~3018331/awayfromhome2007-09-21T16:42:39+02:002007-09-21T16:52:09+02:00 <p>I received my ticket this afternoon from the ticketing agent. It was rebooked from last July to November. I already have a plane ticket going home!!! And yes, I am so excited going home. I even put a timer in my friendster account and installed a countdown widget in my laptop. And I'm blogging the time left before I go home and have a vacation until january next year!!!</p> <p>Yes, as of this posting, it is exactly 63 days, 1 hour, 12 mins, and 36 seconds to go!!!</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://missingbene.blog.co.uk/2007/09/21/63_days_1_hour_15_mins_and_36_seconds_to~3018331/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:missingbene.blog.co.uk,2007-09-18:/2007/09/18/rain~2997570/awayfromhome2007-09-18T05:31:53+02:002007-09-18T05:59:43+02:00 <p> It is raining here in jakarta. And it only makes the traffic worse. And yet, it makes me feel happier compared to yesterday. I dunno why but most of the time rain makes me happy. Maybe because it cools down the area since Jakarta is in the equator though it is not that hot and humid compared to Manila. Another reason is maybe I associate rain with the love of my life. Both of us loves the rain. Even when there is a storm!!! Aside from the fact that it brings flood in Manila or here in Jakarta (though there are no storms here according to Jakartans), it actually cleanses the street of dusts and garbage!!! hahaha.... because garbage usually floats in the floodwater and when it subsides, the garbage goes with it in the sewers!!! lol.... </p> <p> Most of the time.... my mantra with the rain is that whenever I am happy and it is raining, the rain is a sign of more happiness and blessings to come my way. However, whenever I am sad and it is raining, the rain is a sign that the heavens is feeling the same way and is pouring its tears for me for feeling sad and lonely. But now, I am happy. And I believe that there are more happy things and blessings to come my way! Even if it means more time being stuck in traffic! But what the heck! </p> <p> Let it pour! </p> <p> Let it RAIN! </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://missingbene.blog.co.uk/2007/09/18/rain~2997570/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:missingbene.blog.co.uk,2007-09-17:/2007/09/17/alone_again_naturally~2991917/awayfromhome2007-09-17T07:48:01+02:002007-09-18T06:03:55+02:00 <p> Alone... yes.... i am all alone in this apartment... until saturday only anyways... I have nothing to do here even though there is a pool downstairs or a gym.... or I can go to the mall, on my own. And drink coffee at starbucks while reading a book or surfing the net. </p> <p> I was thinking this could be a time where I can spend time alone and think about what my plans are here in jakarta. If I will be relocating to Dubai to be with one of my clients (which they are still unsure if they will transfer) or I will be staying here and try to make it on my own, which I have been doing since I got here. Being alone also makes me think of being alone. Longing for that someone who I can talk with freely without "editing" myself, eat and drink with, cook for and with, share a laugh and tears with and to just be crazy with. I know I can do these things with my friends. But guess again. All of my friends are in Manila or in the US which makes it even harder to do these things with them. But I am still looking for that one who I can be romantic with. someone who can be my pillar when I am not strong, someone who can be my knight in shining armor and vice versa. Someone who can just be there. Its really hard to look for that someone but then again I am not looking. Though if ever I do, its just so hard to look for him here in Jakarta. Most of them are non-English speakers and Muslim. I have nothing against them but with the religion and language and all, there would arise too many complications and problems. so i guess i just have to be contented for the moment and focus myself on my professional life and advancement (which advancement here would be a bit hard unlike the US or Europe for that matter). </p> <p> So here I am, pouring myself out and drinking.... while listening to the music by Vonda Shepard... </p> <p> ......... alone again, naturally.</p> <p><img src="http://data1.blog.de/media/010/1980010_3ddeeaca11_t.jpeg" alt="alone again, naturally" vspace="5" hspace="5"></p> <p> <small> <a href="http://missingbene.blog.co.uk/2007/09/17/alone_again_naturally~2991917/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:missingbene.blog.co.uk,2007-09-13:/2007/09/13/earthquake_and_ramadhan~2974547/awayfromhome2007-09-13T17:47:03+02:002007-09-18T06:16:19+02:00 <p> It was a very calm evening last night... I was just browsing the web and I received a call from the father of the kids I live with. He asked me to go down to the lobby with the kids and not bringing anything. He was very calm when he told me that there is an earthquake. However, I was not able to feel it. I looked at the hanging lamp at the dining area but it was not swinging. But what the heck?!! I asked the kids, Nathan, 6, Tassia, 5, and Nicole 3 to go down with me and the househelp and nanny without bringing anything even my brand new macbook!!! When we reached the lobby, we were the only ones there. The front desk attendants did not even know there was an earthquake. We stayed there for 30 minutes waiting if there would be any aftershock. But there was none. </p> <p> The earthquake happened on the eve of ramadhan... today is the start of the fasting month for muslims. And the earthquake did not only happened once but more than ten!!! The latest one happened a few hours ago measuring 6 point something in the richter scale not taking into consideration the one before that which measured 8.9 with the first one at 7.9!!! My mother even sent me an sms telling me not to stay in the apartment since it is on the 8th floor and I am the only one here in the apartment! I dunno why I wanted to stay here more, but I feel this is my home away from home even if I have 2 houses to choose to stay at. But still, I can not sleep early since I still try to feel if there is an earthquake happening. </p> <p> Im just praying to God that when I am sleeping, there will be no earthquake! </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://missingbene.blog.co.uk/2007/09/13/earthquake_and_ramadhan~2974547/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:missingbene.blog.co.uk,2007-09-10:/2007/09/10/pitched~2956211/awayfromhome2007-09-10T14:45:34+02:002007-09-18T06:18:15+02:00 <p> I slept very late last night. It was actually already today at five in the morning. Two and a half hours after, I was awoken by the noise outside my room. The kids were already playing and ABet (Nathan's speech pathologist) was outside having breakfast with AMet. </p> <p> I dragged myself to the bathroom to brush my teeth and wash my face and hands before eating breakfast. I was asked to go with them to the driving range for "refreshing" of ABet's skills in golf and AMet would be our "guide" and for me to find out first hand the "joys" of playing golf. I was reluctant at first since I think golf is a very boring sport. But I was proven otherwise after. I put on my sneakers (since I don't have golf shoes!) and a shirt and I let myself be dragged to the driving range. When we arrived at the driving range, the sun was already up and shining brightly---8:30 in the morning. They had cajoled me into trying out to practice swinging the club and hitting a ball. I actually forgotten what they call it.<br> Anyway, its a good thing ABet started playing when he was still in secondary school and only stopped four years ago. He is actually a good teacher in golf, aside from being a good speech pathologist. He was able to explain to me the positions, posture, the swing, etc. Abet was using "allied medical terms" together with layman and scientific (physics) terms. Hahaha..... after a few undesirable swing at the ball, I was able to hit it quite okay. However, after like two or three okay swings and hits, I would usually hit the ball and send it to the sides. Luckily, I was not like the other first timers in the range where some would hit the ball towards the roof!!! I was perspiring heavily after ten balls!!! It was not easy swinging the club, hitting the ball, and directing it to the hole!!! or near the hole! <img src="/img/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="middle" border="0"> You have to coordinate both arms, legs, while twisting the ankle, etc. and remembering the posture at the same time!!! huh!!! </p> <p> After swinging the club almost two hundred times and directing the ball to the hole or near it for a hundred, we went to another area of the range where we have to "pitch".... this is where the holes are nearer. ABet calls them the "million dollar" shot because its the shot that will make you win.... Anyway, I tried 150 balls and was only able to "pitch" half of it nearer the hole. After which, we went to a much nearer place to the hole for "putting". I had to take into consideration the slopes, the grass orientation and everything for me to be able to shoot the ball in the hole. I was able to shoot 5 out of the 50 balls that I used. LOL.... </p> <p> After the "putting" practice, I had to drop by in the shop to buy an extra shirt since I did not bring any and I was dripping wet with sweat!!! And mind you, the shirt for golf was very expensive!!! It was 500K rupiah or 55USD!!! To top all of that.... the clubs, if ever I want to buy and really get into golf, was very very very expensive!!! So I have to think very hard if I would really want to get into the sport! </p> <p> Well, let's see in the future if I will get "putt" or "pitched".</p> <p><img src="http://data4.blog.de/media/040/1959040_dbacaf4504_t.jpeg" alt="Photo 25" vspace="5" hspace="5"> </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://missingbene.blog.co.uk/2007/09/10/pitched~2956211/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:missingbene.blog.co.uk,2007-08-29:/2007/08/29/eclipsed~2887231/awayfromhome2007-08-29T02:51:03+02:002007-09-18T06:27:07+02:00 <p>I am writing this blog of mine on the way to my next kid, Marti, on the other side of south Jakarta. I had to do something on the way because I do not like to talk to the driver since he kept on sending me sms and calling me since it was four in the afternoon already. He wanted to me be down the lobby of the apartment at exactly four. What the hell?!! I know the traffic here in jakarta is bad, but its not enough reason to make me hurry ALL THE TIME.... He's been like that ever since I started my work here. Grrr..... Anyway, I will not be able to post this one until tomorrow morning since there is no internet connection in their house. It was disconnected because of the previous therapist who was using the internet until early morning and consuming more than the subscription plan. So I will be staying there tonight, without any hopes of contact in the outside world (of their house). Though I have my mobile phone but yet its still costly to use my phone as a modem or send sms or call other friends of mine back in manila. </p> <p>i slept early last night (monday) so that i could wake up early at three in the morning so that I could see the lunar eclipse. However, when I looked through the window of the apartment (I am staying on the eight floor) the sky was so hazy and there were so many lights here at jakarta even at the wee hours of the morning. I dunno if they were not conserving electricity or they want to be the most-lighted city in the world. hehehe... . So I was not able to see anything... even a star. Then, I went to NASA webpage, I had to make a double look at the time the lunar eclipse was supposed to be visible here. And there it was, the table there says the eclipse is visible at three in the afternoon where the moon will enter the "umbra" of the earth or a total eclipse will be happening. Its already thirty minutes past four and the sun is still shining very brightly here. So I guess i need to wait until the sun sets which is about in an hour and a half before I can see the eclipse. </p> <p>Looking back to my morning, I went down the lobby to get a newspaper and read in the pool side to update me on what's happening in Jakarta and the world especially in the business sector -- which I pay attention more especially on the exchange rate for the dollar. After finishing my second cigarette, I decided to read Newsweek in the lobby's sofa. And there came the mother of a 10 year old kid who is a friend of mine. Her name is Racquel... She told me that Tassia, Nathan (who I do therapy with) and Nicole (Zalameda children) are sick. I told her that Tassia is already well and she went to school already. However, Nathan was still in the apartment since he's still recuperating. She said Leny (nanny of the kids) was also sick. So I told her that the maid was the first one who was sick, then Nicole (the youngest), then Leny, Tassia and Nathan. And then believe it or not, she asked me WHY AM I NOT SICK?? It was delivered like I was supposed to be sick and like she wanted me to. Urgghh.... I really wanted to say something back... something that would flip her off.... but lucky for her... I was ale to control myself. So I told her that I just drink vitamins everyday. This mom is so "OUT OF THE EARTH"... She only speaks what's in her mind and not even thinking about what are the consequences of what she is saying - whether will it hurt someone or irritate them or make him seem like plain dumb. In her defense, her son said she is a nurse. But I do not know if she is licensed or not... or was she even able to practice. Anyway, there's this one story about her not wanting to go shopping alone or go to the supermarket alone... know why???? Because there is no one who will carry what she will buy or even push the trolley in the supermarket!!! urghh.... Another thing, she does not cook because she does not like to... and I think she does not know how. Every Tuesday, Thursday, Saturday and Sunday, the family goes out to eat lunch and dinner because there is no cook in their apartment during those days. I pity the kids... they are not even allowed to eat at other people's house or apartment for that matter since we are residing in the same serviced apartment. Theirs is on top of our apartment 905. Ours is 805. Haaay!!! I am just so lucky that she is not my mom! Well, I have to pause for now. Im having a headache... maybe because I am not used to typing something in the SUV while it is moving. Urghh.... later.... </p> <p>I received a call from a friend that I need to have my picture taken for the immigration tomorrow morning (Wednesday) that I had to drop by a mall. I was inquiring in a shop and they were asking me for 65200 IDR (indonesian rupiah). They said I had to get two sets in their broken english... but I was explaining to them that I only need one set with four pictures and I need 6 more pictures to be done. But they were insisting on me getting the 2 sets. But the problem is I only have like 63000IDR with me and they do not accept credit cards. Urgghh.... again.... so I had to check other shops and luckily, they understand enough english and I was able to get my 10 pics with red background for only 39000IDR!!! Grr..... do the personnel in the first shop think I'm an idiot? Or would I succumb to what they want even though I do not understand that much Indonesian and they do not understand much English? grr..... as I was waiting for my picture, I had to walk around the mall.... I went into my favorite shop... Zara... only to find out that they have cheaper prices compared to Manila. I was really tempted to shop with my credit card... luckily... I was able to control myself. So I went around again.... this time... to buy my second baby (my macbook) an lcd screen protector. So I had to use my credit card. </p> <p> Anyway, to make the long story short... I went home, pictures in hand and the lcd protector in the other.... but the lunar eclipse that I had to prepare viewing was overcome by Racquel, Pak dario (driver), therapy, pictures for immigration, the personnel in the first shop...... </p> <p> ..........the lunar eclipse was eclipsed......</p> <p><img src="http://data4.blog.de/media/757/1921757_e5c6ffe6d5_t.jpeg" alt="eclipsed" vspace="5" hspace="5"></p> <p> <small> <a href="http://missingbene.blog.co.uk/2007/08/29/eclipsed~2887231/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:missingbene.blog.co.uk,2007-08-27:/2007/08/27/grrrrrr~2877441/awayfromhome2007-08-27T12:28:23+02:002007-09-18T06:28:21+02:00 <p> I despise people who try to blame others for their errors and misgivings. I hate them. </p> <p> This afternoon, I was trying to organize my work schedule wherein I need to see two kids for therapy. I had a problem with the first since we were supposed to have a two-hour session but we only had an hour and a half time available since I need to go to my next kid for therapy. After my first kid, his name is Nathan, I was waiting in the lobby for the driver to pick me up at the apartment but I waited for 20 minutes and no driver came to get me. So i tried calling the driver and he said he was supposed to pick up the father of my next kid, Marti - which is what I understood of what he said. He only knows a little english and the same goes with me of their language - bahasa indonesia. Anyway, I tried calling the mother of the next kid and there was no answer. So I tried calling the maid and she said in her more understandable english compared to the driver that the mom and Marti were still on vacation and was supposed to come back tonight. Then I receive an sms from the mother that I was supposed to go to their house to have therapy with another kid. She said she already arranged it with the driver to pick me up and I SHOULD HAVE arranged it with the driver the time I was supposed to be picked up when she sent me an sms last week. GRRRR...... </p> <p> A week before, she sent me an sms telling me about the arrangement and it was only for the coming week and not this week. Prior before they left the country, they also told me that I was only to do therapy with another kid in their house for two weeks!! And I will resume therapy with Marti on the third week. Today is the third week. </p> <p> Grr.... I should have saved her sms before detailing about the arrangements for the two weeks so that I have something to show her and make her accept her mistake even if she does not verbalize it. Grrrrr...... Yes, I know, she is a director of an international company.... SO WHAT??!!!.... Is she infallible??? She's not a pope!!! And yet, here she is sending me an sms in the tone of blaming me for not arranging the time and schedule for the therapy. </p> <p> Grrrrrr..... I need to take deep breaths.... relax..... relax.... grrrrrrrr......... </p> <p><img src="http://data4.blog.de/media/377/1916377_c32b02c36e_t.jpeg" alt="Grrrrrrrrr....." vspace="5" hspace="5"></p> <p> <small> <a href="http://missingbene.blog.co.uk/2007/08/27/grrrrrr~2877441/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:missingbene.blog.co.uk,2007-08-27:/2007/08/27/blogging_away~2875906/awayfromhome2007-08-27T05:19:12+02:002007-08-27T07:40:40+02:00 <p>what do i do now? well, this is not my first blog site. i mean, i had one before but i deleted it in order for other people, those that know me or acquainted with me, to know what i am thinking... and feeling for that matter. so here now, i have finally had the courage and time to post blogs..... <strong>away from home</strong>.... away from those that knows me.... and those that think knows me...... those that analyze me.... those that think differently of me.... those that think are better or worse than me.... those that try to "moralize" everything... those that scrutinize everything that i think...say.... and do....</p> <p>so i am now starting this.... not really thinking what other people would say or think about what i am writing on this site.... well at least if they ever have an opinion of me....i do not know them personally... and it would start on a clean slate. get what i mean? no preconceived notions or ideas of whatsoever... </p> <p>so let's start....... blog away!!!</p> <p><a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/media/media_item.php?item_ID=1915795" title="sketched"><img src="http://data4.blog.de/media/795/1915795_b44356dd70_t.jpeg" alt="sketched" vspace="5" hspace="5"></a></p> <p> <small> <a href="http://missingbene.blog.co.uk/2007/08/27/blogging_away~2875906/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>