What I Needed

Isn’t this what we Filipinos in every part of the globe need? I mean, I myself longs for a Filipino camaraderie no matter how busy I get at times. There is something about Filipino bonding that seems therapeutic to me. I have been here in America of over ten years yet I still suffer what we call, “homesickness”.

With the help of Filipinas around, I feel better. The longing to speak with my own language around them, the Filipino food they serve and we share are just awesome! I wonder how am I gonna survive when we totally move in to our country house this summer when it is 3 hours away from DFW metroplex where most of my Filipinas friends live. The closest Filipina I know so far lives an hour away from where we’re gonna move!

Anyway, after 7 months of not being able to hangout with these ladies pictured below, I finally was able got invited and attended with their small ordinary feast two days ago. We spent 5 long hours at Jasmine’s house located just 4 blocks away from us. We ate, talked, took a mile-short hike after eating, they danced and sung karaoke. It was an evening well-spent with fun Filipinas around.

I am thankful for their company and the food so readily available for us to eat!


… I was surprised to come to their house and so much food served at the table. I did not expect it to be this much!
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… my plate and some of the foods on the table. I especially loved the soup, tamban dried fish and the ginataan not pictured.
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Nice to Have Filipina Co-workers

No man is an island” as the saying goes. I believe this to be so true especially here in America where the world can be so cruel at times. I am more than thankful I met this three ladies at work shown in the picture below because, I can be myself and relate with them when it comes to Filipino foods, life’s frustrations and most of all, they are the ones I can vent out my disappointments with when it comes to work. They are there to listen and most of all laugh with.

At my job, there are only 4 of us. Two in the kitchen and two in the cafeteria. We are outnumbered by other races, most people working there are blacks. So, knowing I have 3 friends of my own race  is pretty comforting, that I am not alone when the going gets tough for I know they will help me morally.

In this picture, we had lunch together and shared my monggo bean and rice one time. We all loved it because it was for a change from eating bland American hospital food. For us, Filipino foods are the best, don’t argue with that.

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Walking on the Dirt Road is Effortless

One of my favorite things to do while being on Mike’s ranch last Spring break was the early morning dirt road hike/walk. Mike would walk his dog for two miles and I realized that I should join too which I did, actually my kids went with us too!

After having warm beverage, we head out to the small road for as long as we could walk. We walked 2 miles each morning and it seemed like I did not even do any walking for it was effortlessly enjoyable. I did not mind the chilly wind kissing our skin because there was plenty of beautiful things to see around like on the other side of the road are herds of cattle, twitting birds, vultures in the blue sky, rabbits crossing the road ahead of us, looking at deer tracks, waving at neighbors who passed by us, talking anything with Mike, watching sissy the dog hunting and running here and there… just things you wouldn’t normally enjoy in the city.

I am more convinced now that living in the country is much nicer than in the city. You got all kinds of activities you can’t do in the city and all the birds, wild animals and the vast land you can own for you to enjoy your quiet mornings to sit on the porch!

I love the country, there is no doubt about that. If my husband decides to move in the country someday, I would wholeheartedly come with him with no complain.

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I Caught My Very First Fish

March 23 in Avery, Texas was somewhat significant to me because it was the very day I caught my very first fish. I caught a small crappie at a small creek on a family friend’s ranch.

I grew up surrounded by water but I have never gone fishing all my life until we visited Avery during our child’s Spring break. Two days of trying to fish and thought that I would not give up fishing until I caught one, which I did and it made me feel proud and victorious. Everybody around me were applauding and cheered on me that day, haha.

Fishing is a good way to test your patience, I tell you. Waiting for the fish to eat your bait takes forever, but, if you have patience, you are willing to wait for it. Or worse, you’ll never get any fish at all. Then you will have to try again the next day if you have time. That’s what I did, I did not give up and yes, as you can see photo below. I caught me a crappie!

The feeling was awesome and I was right, I will not give up until I get one!


… my very first experience in fishing and my very first fish!
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