The Arrival

In my previous post, I mentioned that I'd probably write my next post before taking off to Japan. I could not have been any more wrong than that. Instead, it is 3 AM, and I'm writing next to a hotel window overlooking the Makati skyline. 

My view from the Makati Shangri-La

The voyage to the Philippines felt relatively short compared to the other times I've visited. It may have been the fact that there were more things to entertain me along the way. (Or perhaps it was the Ambien that knocked me out for hours.) I must add, Whiplash is a fantastic movie, and I'd recommend it to anyone and everyone.

Twelve hours after departing from the US, we reached the Narita airport, and headed straight toward Tatsu, quite possibly my most favorite udon place on the entire earth. It just makes me feel good, and it brings back nostalgic memories from other times we've traveled through that airport. Plus, their tempura udon is just delicious. See for yourself. 

If you don't find this appetizing, then please reevaluate your life. 

The Narita airport really is a fantastic place to rest in-between flights, and the amenities provided by the airport are top notch. My particular favorite place in the airport is the lounge, where I can rest before hopping on another plane to Manila. With unconventional seating arrangements, and artistic accent panels, the lounge is a place I could spend hours relaxing. Just look at this guy, he's so relaxed...I think. He was in that position for at least half an hour. But that's besides the point. Look at those panels. 

Some say he's still sitting there till this day.

The four hour flight to Manila from Tokyo was easy for me — I slept for about 75% of it. Although, I guess I missed a lot while I was in dreamland. Apparently, a passenger had passed out, and my mom had to go and help him. I didn't know of this until after the flight, however. I was confused when I saw my mom walking up and down the aisles with her stethoscope around her neck, but I was almost sure I was still asleep. 

Upon arrival in Manila, my family and I went straight to our hotel to meet with my brothers and my brother's girlfriend. It was so nice to finally see them again after about six months. Had we not gone to the Philippines, we wouldn't have seen them for over a year. Because we were craving Filipino food, we went out to the shopping complex, Greenbelt, next to our hotel. The restaurant we ate at was extremely delicious, but I personally didn't enjoy it enough as much I should I have. Since it was past midnight, I was more concerned about getting back to the hotel, taking a shower, and sleeping. Yet, alas, here I am — four thirty in the morning and writing a blog post. And because of that, I will be ending the post here, so I can catch some zzz's. 

See you soon. 



And So It Begins

It is currently two in the morning, and I'm sitting in my bedroom taking in the situation. Clothes are strewn about, trash bags are filled to capacity, my bed is in a disheveled state, and my suitcase is finally packed. The past few hours of my life have been absolute chaos, since I had only until the last minute to pack my bags. Because of my schedule the past few weeks, let alone today, I simply did not have ample time to prepare. I'm contemplating staying up all night, since I have to leave the house in about five hours anyway. 

This is the current state of my desk as I write this post. As you can see, I'm well-hydrated and well-read. Are there things in life any more important than that? 

Normally, I would have my things packed around two days before my trip, so if I forget anything, I still have time to sort it out; however, because of AP exams for the past couple of weeks, I really had to set myself up to multitasking and sacrifice. An accurate account of the past two weeks of my life would entail sleepless nights filled with cramming, mornings and afternoons dedicated to taking exams, and evenings spent trying to make sure I have all the things I need in the next two weeks. 

I've traveled enough in the past few years for myself to understand my traveling habits, and how I can account for them. One thing I noticed is that I never pack the right amount of clothes — either too much or too little. In this case, I decided, because of the duration of my vacation, it would be more beneficial to at least overpack rather than underpack. I tried to account for various different occasions (i.e. my brother's graduation, traveling the city, and lying on the beach). Dresses, skirts, blouses, a pair of jeans, and swimsuits were my articles of choice. I also tried to taking into account the hot and humid Philippine weather — I opted for lighter colored clothing more lightweight materials. The hardest part for me, however, was deciding what pairs of shoes I would bring with me. I'd rather not discuss the decisions I made, but I will say that I will have a generous selection to choose from. 

There are plenty of more things I would like to touch on, but I simply do not have the energy to continue writing. It's nearing 3 AM, and my eyes are getting heavy. My next post will most likely be in the airport, before I set off to Japan. Oh how the excitement is growing. 

See you soon.