PLANES, RAIN AND BUTTERFLIES

WAITING FOR MY DESTINY AT THE AIRPORT ON A RAINY NIGHT 

That familiar smell If aircon and damp upholstery greeted my senses as soon as I climb the bus, which made me thankful for that egg, hotdog and rice combo I ordered at terminal carinderia. i’d like to mention first that I always get motion-sickness no matter how smooth the trip,  but that is not the point of this story πŸ˜‚

The terminal is just starting get busy as a flurry of local and foreign travellers alighted from transport van from the city. There’s still a few people aboard my bus. as I look out my front seat window, i’m trying to make a list of all the possible things I forgot (I tend to worry a lot), and then when i’m positive I did not forget anything, I tried to worry about the weather. It was sunny, but with my province’ erratic weather, you can’t tell. I calculated i’d be in the city at 4pm. Still enough time to drop by the mall and change from my travel cloths.  

Okey,  I must admit i’m trying to distract my self from the real reason of this trip: the love of my life, my LDR, my one and only,  my fate, my destiny, my dearest R is coming to visit for 20 days! he’s gonna travel more than 8,000 miles, 4 airport stopovers and i‘m the one feeling nervous and happy and ecstatic and excited and anxious! (all kinds of feel) lol 

The 5-hour trip from El Nido is smooth by itself, so smooth that i didn’t woke up from my nap if the bus conductor did not announced that we’re going to have lunch at a highway carinderia. 

We arrived at 4:30pm in the city, dark clouds started gathering and as I alighted from the bus to hail a tricycle,  the smell of impending rain is in the air.
I dragged my two overstuffed bags and a native handcrafted basket on the security table at the entrance of the mall while a security personnel looks at me puzzled but gave my bags a prefunctory check (i’m secretly crossing fingers that none of my undergarments are visible lol) and let me go. I left all my luggage at the baggage counter and started to find the nearest comfort room, when i remember that I need  clothes to change in to. 

I took out my rubber shoes, and clean shirt and a jacket, my make up kit and beauty stuff (😜 i just want to look beautiful for my honey) and proceeded to change and apply those. I dropped by the french patisserie’ and got 2 large clubhouse sandwiches (i savagely bit into one).  There’s a full blown rain after outside. I checked the time and it’s 5:20pm which sent me in an instant panicky mode. I tried to recall the new airport location and take the nearest tricycle to take me there. 

As we enter the airport, i told the driver to take me to the ARRIVAL area, he glanced at my bags and said maybe it’s the DEPARTURE I mean. I said i’m sure I want to be in the ARRIVAL area. It’s 5:44 and I’m trying to collect my composure 

I took one of the wooden chairs that resembles a washed out log from the beach and put my bags underneath before whipping out my phone, camera on ready, eagerly looking at the door marked “ARRIVAL”. I tried to relax,  and noticed some of the people waiting as well, staff from hotels carrying placards with the name of the person they have to pick up and bored tourist transpo drivers. I asked an old lady near me if they’re also waiting for the 6pm flight and she said yes, she’s waiting for her son too. By this time i can feel strong wind and rain blowing on our direction, puddles forming  on the walkway and lightning illuminated the roof of the building across while thunders boomed in the distance. 

The ink on placards carried by hotel staffs started to blot, the cardboard soft and damp,  when we hear the first sound, air whizzing as an aircraft tried , and as the dismayed placard-carriers told us, failed to land,  due to bad weather. 

This news was further enforced by alarmingly sharp lightnings. I must confess i’m scared of lightning and thunder, and being in an open area with vertical roofs doesn’t help much but my anxiousness is overriding any of fears at the moment I think. 

There’s 4 more failed landings after that as the area was mercilessly pounded by rain. With each sound of approaching aircraft, me and my fellow airport wait-ers would glance at each other, asking silently who will go next to the security personnel at the arrival area to ask if it safely landed, what’s the flight number and if the flight we’re specifically waiting was cancelled for the night and re-scheduled. It’s 8:30pm, the flight bulletin board still flashed the airline name of flights scheduled to land, tho some turned back to Manila to await for the weather to clear. I squinted and try to read the airline names, but without my glasses,  all I can see is a blur. And this point, i’m starting to worry about R and hoping his aircraft is safely back in Manila.  I wonder what’s he’s thinking of this crazy unwelcoming weather here. 

(and hoping that at the airline is serving them good dinner at least) πŸ˜‚


The rain started to slow down and finally settled into a drizzle when I heard a flurry of activity. A flight safely landed!!! 

So i took out my mirror,  apply a dab of powder and a light lipstick to wait near the ARRIVAL door. 

but alas! it’s not the flight i’m waiting! 

So back on the waiting area, arranging and re-arranging my bags. All the while ignoring the feeling on the pit of my stomach, trying not to worry. 

There’s 2 more flights after that, and my rush to the arrival area was fruitless. But I’m positive about the last one coz i’m sure the weather mixed up the scheduling pattern of the airlines, this time i stayed just a few meter at the arrival door. 

so positive that I applied a full lipstick and a thicker foundation, and a generous dab of cologne, again. πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚ 

I watched as the passengers trickled out of that door, scanning each one. but to no avail. my R’s not there. I peeked inside the glass panels where i can see less than 10 people queuing for the baggages, trying to see familiar details, trying to read every the movements, but i’m he’s simply not there. 

I have to mention that I know in advance that phone communication isn’t possible between us as US phone network will not work here in the Philippines, so i’m not expecting to hear from him through his phone. 

as the last one of the passenger, the son of the old lady I waited with walk out and greeted by his mom, my tears trickled and i walk fast behind the columns, feeling overwhelmingly confused. what happened? where is he? 

I tried to recall our last phone conversation, few minutes before he rode an UBER taxi to Houston Airport. 

I checked my phone, desperate to do anything. to get an answer, only to be greeted by 2% phone battery. 

my thought’s in chaos as I walk back to where i left my bag besides some hotel staff preparing to leave, trying to stay calm and think. The people gathered at the waiting is is dwindling, everyone seems happily reunited with the person they’re waiting for.  lucky 

Should I call mama? should I message his sister, his friends to ask what happened? but my phone’s dying. 

With a just a bit of my conscious thought left, I decided I have to find a lodge or check in into a nearest inn just outside the airport premises, so I could charge, change clothes,  then get back and spend the night at the airport. I just have to be close, I felt I needed to be at the airport. 

I talk to one of the van driver and ask if I can get a ride just outside the airport. he said yes but we have to wait coz he’s waiting for another flight! 

a flight! another flight! but the security at the door said there’s no more flight for the night! 

I instantly felt awake and full of energy as i step into the puddles, nearly forgetting to thank him, unmindful of my clothes, my make up melting in the rain. 

then I noticed that tricycles are arriving bringing in new people to wait. 

That last flight landed, and for what seems to be an eternity, at nearly 10pm, the first of the passengers stepped out that door, one of them wearing blue stripes and pushing a cart, talking to airport staff, I can’t even see his face because of my helplessly blurred vision but i know it’s him. I just know

I step towards them without hesitation, the rain feels cold, and my pants and shoes are soaked, but I heard my name! my mascara running down, my lisptick all blotted out, and hair plastered unflatteringly to my head, but I just needed to get to him and touch him and make sure he’s alright! 

I spent thousands of hours rehearsing this very moment I my mind,  trying to come up with a memorable line, but all i can say when I hugged him is “at last!πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚ wow. 

I can see his blue eyes become confused for a second, trying to understand what bump/hug him (i’m heavy lol) before turning at it’s bluest as he recognized me (at least he did not get scared lol)

Apparently the agency in Singapore where he booked transfered him to another flight in Manila because they said he might missed his original Manila – Puerto Princesa flight and he’s been trying to contact me using the Singapore airline employee’s phone, even searching for my Facebook to send  a message to assure me but my facebook page’s not searchable to other people that i don’t have mutual  friend with.  He’s also worried that I won’t be at the airport when he lands because of all the delays and asked the airport staff to announce my name on the PA system of the airport πŸ˜‚

Being a romantic person that I am, it amazed me so much how there’s many contributing factors that could ruin that moment, many little inconveniences, many delays, many hindering factors, lost of communication etc, and how it turned out to be alright and perfect at end of that airport episode.

~ I know that this sounds cliche’ but the moment I touched him, everything vanished, every particle of the universe makes sense, and i saw all the goodness in the world. my heart sung, and my ear blocked out all the noises of the outside world, and I only want to be immersed in the warmness of his embrace. That’s where I belong, in his arms, the place where I should be, the one I’ve been looking for my whole life through, where every path leads me too, where I found the other half of my soul, the fulfillment of my every wish, my every dream. ~ 

It’s nothing short of magical, better than any soup on a cold night, better than choco chip cookies or pizza or burger or coffee (and I’m a super duper coffee fan, mind you lol) 

I even forgot that people are watching, and it’s raining lol i could’ve fallen asleep in his arm right there if he did not moved πŸ˜‚ 

Everything turned out to be just perfect. 

(well, until we rode the taxi and i saw myself in the mirror, I look like an alien and predator hybrid with my runny make up, but thanks to the dim interior of the car he seemed not noticed πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚, sorry to sound obsessed with my appearance, it’s just so funny how I applied powder 3 times, lipstick 4 times during the course of waiting, only to let him see me looking like a washed out, pale starving vampireπŸ˜‚)

And I assure you there’s more. I’m excited and very happy to share about our amazing adventures together on the next post, so stay tuned!

Happy Weekend, everyone! 

Kiss someone you love today and hold their hand every chance you get. Seize every moment. 

Amor Vincit Omnia. 

let love conquer you x 

Love, 

your island girl
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~my dearest R, 

I know deep in my soul you’re there, somewhere across the thousands of miles away even before I had the idea of what a romantic love is, in my childish notions and imaginings. And I’m glad i’ve waited for you, as only as a love as special and magical as ours deserved to be waited for. I must admit you shattered all my imaginings and my fantasies, all my expectations, my thoughts… because what we have is far more than profound and meaningful than I could ever define, than what all the books i’ve read said, than all my researches. 

I love you. 

yours, infinities😘


Disastrous Cooking 101

Guess who’s creating a huge mess in the kitchen, knows she’s only probably wasting all the precious ingredients but doggedly wants to finish it so  she can have dinner at 10pm? 😂 me! 

the recipe is nothing complicated. Just simple custard which i intend to surprise mama with (since she’s staying in El Nido most of the time now) at tomorrow’s trip. 

What looks so simple on Google and You Tube tutorial turned out to be delicate process lol and i’m getting nervous by seconds now 😂 but determined to see it done (disaster or not). 

Lesson learned: If you’re trying your hand on some cooking, the best way to start is not 8pm 😂

What the tutorial said is basically to mix 12 egg yolks with condensed and evaporated milk. Put it in a pan with sugar (for caramel) in it, then steam for 30 minutes. 

The result i’m waiting for right now is mix to harden (well, maybe have the appareance of  “cooked” 😂😂😂
Wish me luck!!! 
I’m gonna post the end result maybe in about an hour. If not, maybe at 4am (jk). I hope not, i’m super hungry the raw egg and milk mix is looking delicious now πŸ˜€

Be back in a few…! 

UPDATE!!! UPDATE!!! UPDATE!!! (After two days!!! Sorry, connection, as always, was slow)

(Lol first imperfect LECHE FLAN! It’s supposed to be really smooth like this 👇👇👇

But i don’t mind. I ate the un-perfectness and, it actually taste super good! Or maybe i was just hungry lol )

My mistake is 1. ) i should’ve waited until the sugar melted into caramel-y like goodness before putting in the milk and egg yolk mix. 

Also, the 2. ) “frothy” soft top is because in included the egg white.

Like ze Bf said (he’s a very talented chef, btw) πŸ˜‰ “patience is required.”. Mmm admittedly, that’s not one of the qualities i possessed but don’t tell him😂😂😂 . Next time i’ll listen 

This one ☝☝☝ i saved for mama and, SHE LOVED IT!!! said it’s perfect.  Lol that’s how i know she love me so much 😂. Apparently, mom’s have a very special tastebuds too, as to not offend their offsprings when they present a half cook egg and milk concoction on a Monday afternoon. 

What’s your most disastrous cooking episode? Tell me in the comments. Love to all your awesome beautiful moms!!! xoxox💓

Enjoy the first week of love month, my lovely peeps!!! Spread the love and keep the positivity going 💘💝💞💟🌞

Love, 

Your Island Girl

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(Hi baby!please get as much sleep as you can 😘 you deserved it! Love you! ~ H

KAJA THE NON-EXISTENT (A LITERARY ATTEMPT😂)

(The last time i tried to write stories is when i was 14 years old, about twin princesses separated by destiny and reunited by love.Lolz 😜Here’s another try…)-

My name’s not Kaja (you say it as kaya). It’s a lie. Just like how everything in my world is a lie.  I once posted on my facebook account about how i live a charmed life. Actually, i don’t.my i was just trying to be sarcastic. Mine is a life of sorrows and tears and desperations, and loneliness and endless fight for survival,  for my sanity and for my place in this mad mad world.  I feel like i’m wearing a mask, living a double life. Hard shelled, tough hearted on the outside, but vulnerable and helpless inside.my nose always buried on my reporter’s noted book our News writing teacher gave us. 

People have different impressions of me. Those who knew me back in college have seen this punk-haired happy-go-lucky gal sitting on the stairs of Arts and Humanities building, laughing with my same-minded co-majors. I was either wearing a tattered shirt, my hair an uneven mess, without a care in the world. A year after that, an aspiring journalist covering mundane news, writing furiously on the police desk to fill the backpage of local publication, this time it’s my pants that is tattered and unwashed. I retained the hair, covered in cheap gel, trying to stretch every dime that passed my hand into the last day of the month into the next meager salary. Those who have crossed my path took me for a serious, hard-working wannabe, with a rebellious streak.

Only a few people know the real story of my life. I’m not keeping it a secret. though secret is my expertise.  I work with secret But i’m not telling everyone either, if they don’t ask. I like it just the way it is. An open secret, for anyone to delve and analyze. An officemate asked me one afternoon why i didn’t become one of those emo people, hating the world for what it have done to me, i can’t remember what i told her. But looking back, my answer would be that i don’t have the energy anymore to hate on the world. I cried and cried and cried, but no amount of tears can change my fate or re-align my stars, so i’ve learned to compartmentalize my emotions into locked shelves.  I’m no longer a shy doe-eyed girl, i’m a warrior. And i’m out for blood. ***
She glanced at the purple clock on the wall across her desk, which informed her it’s 7:24pm. She made  a quick mental note of things she needs to do before going home while gathering her stuff from atop her messy worktable, scribbling on post it note and sticking it on the front page of the report that came just before 6, two hours late from the cut off. A mug,  still half full of stale coffee have ants crawling around it.  She considered rinsing it off before heading out but decided against it. Let the ants have a coffee party. 

The other cubicles, arranged like an H without the middle line,  are empty, except the last one near the door, with the occupant typing furiously, perhaps in an effort to wrap the day’s job. 

She picked her black sling bag, stuffed her phone charger and headed for the cubicle.  “Hey, just leave it!!! I’m hungry! ”

An arm extended out from the opening of the cubicle and gestured with the middle and index finger, two pages,  two minutes,  two hours,  it’s an open interpretation but she knows exactly it means it’s a rush job and needed immediately. She peered inside the cubicle and look at the documents, the top page with striking bold red letter on top…. TO BE CONTINUED

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(Hi sweety! If you’re reading this, I know you’re awake  😜 lol  Good morning baby! Wear your jacket 😘 Cold today xoxoxoxoxoxo👄 love you bunch! )

Quirky Long Black Dress Update

Update on Quirky Long Black Dress post: Full look 

Me wearing the dress and sandals featured on last post.  Picture taken in front of El Nido Municipal Building earlier today,  while contemplating breakfast 😄:D😅😆

Lipstick: Dark Wine by Avon 

Sling Bag: Cat Kidston 

Also, black is for a rare lunar eclipse “black moon” tonight (Friday night) so enjoy the positive energy everyone and have a fun weekend!!! 🎉
Love, 

Your Island Girl 💋

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(Hi angel! Keep safe driving home!  love yah much! Xoxo 💋💓💕💖💘💟💝💜💓)

The Moon To My Sun

“🎶 I wake up to your sunset
And it’s driving me mad, 🎶
I miss you so bad🎵
And my heart, heart, heart is so jet-lagged🎼
Heart, heart, heart is so jet-lagged… 🎶” ⏰🔐⏳✈🌞🌛🌄🌇🌍🌐👄

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I love you sweetheart, in every second of everyday 😘

(Don’t forget lunch.  Dreaming of you on witching hour 👄)

Yours,

H

STORMY ISLAND WEATHER

6:02pm:
Early evening here and i’m huddled in the corner listening to intensity of wind outside, and the deafening sound of rain through the roof, the light on my phone the only thing that that is bright in this stormy early evening. 

The power was cut off earlier but it came back so I was able to charge my phone and messaged Lovey (still sleeping),  but it has gone off before I had the chance to charge my tiny power bank, so my phone is now running on an 68% charge.

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Wind Chime knocked out by the intensity of the wind

(Note to self: get a bigger-capacity powerbank. ASAP)

Ahh, and what makes this worst is I forgot to get some snacks earlier.  Stormy night makes me want to build blanket port, hide there and pig out on snacks 😄😂:D.

6:46pm:
Yaaaayyyy! No rain! So I better move fast and get some mosquito repellent before it starts again! *running outside*brb!!!

Kaleidoscope World

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Rays of sunset passed through the branches of mangroves at Bucana, El Nido, Palawan.

*Taken with Fish Eye lens for mobile phone

~May your sunsets be as beautiful as you and that night always favor the path to your dreams, so that all your tomorrow becomes a beautiful reality. ~β˜†

Love,

Your Island Girl

(Good Morning Houston!!!
: Cleaning day today, Baby. Laundry and dishes too. Lol
i love you, my awesome dream come true! Xoxo💋)