We’re at the last leg of our long flight home – Doha to Manila. Traveling is good but I’d really rather stay home. Seeing other people and places is nice but I’d really rather be with the same people I’m close with. I’ve been away only four days but I’m already dying to get home to see my family and friends.
We’re at the Doha International Airport Food Court now for our dinner. I’m craving for Filipino dishes and can almost smell them. Unfortunately though, I would have to satisfy myself with burger and fries again despite the fact that the last food I ate at Tanzania was burger and fries. I have to buy the food myself though because someone forgot to order for me despite having said he’d do so since I stayed at the table to watch over our things. So I’ll stop at this point for now. I’ll get back at this blog after dinner.
I’m back with a full stomach and $7 less. Hakuna matata. I didn’t spend much at Tanzania anyway. Many thanks to my colleagues who were generous enough to pay for our dinners at Tanzania. I’m watching over our things again while I’m doing this blog. They went to duty free to look for stuffs to bring home. I begged off for the following reasons: (i) I don’t have anything important and necessary to buy; (ii) Even if I did, I don’t have enough money (hehehe…); and (iii) I want to finish this blog. We’ll be boarding anytime soon so I have to wrap this up.
I’m at Gate 14 now still waiting to board. Seeing a lot of Filipinos here makes me miss home more. I logged in my YM account but found none of my friends online. If you don’t know me yet, I only have very few friends so it’s not surprising at all to find no one online at this hour back home. Not having that much friends provides a good enough reason for me not to buy pasalubong. While some would reason that since they have many friends it’s better not to buy anything at all in case you forget one and cause ill feelings toward one another, I reason that having few friends excuse me from buying because since they’re so close to me they’re used to receiving nothing from me and giving them something would not only break tradition but will create expectations which brew frustrations and disappointments. I wouldn’t want to disappoint the few friends that I have would I? I’ll leave the gift giving to those in a better position to do so.
That’s all for now. It’s time to board. Manila… see you on your traffic-jam-ridden-moon-faced roads and wrap me in your polluted air real soon.
