COTABATO CITY: a temporary permanent

 this is just a short whatever about whats been going on while were in cotabato city— without the  internet connection! so i am just saving this short-mini-journal in my computer’s notepad. and I am now posting it today so read on.

day 1

I was excited to be in Cotabato City again, however, I realized that itll be my permanent home from the rest of my life… i guess. a new life again. a reset. i have to make a new set of goals again. a change.

I am always OK with changes. this is inevitable and this is the only thing that is permanent (i read it somewhere i dont remember where).

The night before the flight, i was sad and tired and missing my things already, my friends, the bus rides, our loud neighbors, traffic. i miss it. I never let my hubby know this, i dont want him to be negative about the change, he’s already confused, and already asking my opinion. I let him decide, cause i dont want to be blame or dont wanna have any regrets when things go bad… and mainly because I was thinking that this change is not only for me- this is also for him and his family.

when we finally landed, there were no crazy-emotions, no sadness… excitement… or anything. I thought on  this already and expected ofwhat should be expected, and if things are not on the plan, then thats the time i’ll be surprised with. I am opening my eyes to changes… this is now a reality. a reality of my life. no more pipe dreaming and hopefulness. just me, my heavy luggage and manny.

it was eerie to come up on the dark steep stairs in the old house, every steps reminds me on the events thay happened. when i reached the second floor, I noticed that the high narra chairs are still unmoved and still uncomfy.

day 2

I was getting the hang of it. I cleaned our newly built room. arranged the pile of garbage we brought with us that are still in the boxes and luggages.

finally,  everyday is seafood day. unlike before, when we’re still in manila, we would think twice in buying fish or whatever. thinking where to dump its waste- when the garbage day is MWF, and if its not within those days, for an hour- the garbage smells like fish guts… which it is.

 
and cooking them is another thing that we have to consider, since we only have a ricecooker to cook the rice and the viand. i have to cook rice first - transfer it to a bowl and then the viand.

day 3

I can really feel the power of the summer heat during the day, since our room is on top of the apartment building. during nights, I can appreciate the storm clouds displaying their lightnings to each other. It was romantic even. I never noticed lightning this powerful back in Manila, probably because the buildings are covering the view.

day 4
 
Finished reading the book that i bought a couple of weeks ago, the cover doesnt seem to attract me, but i finally decided to read it lastnight. well- hah hah! i shouldnt be reading it- and even finished it. I was like to really tear the pages off its hard-fcuking-cover. It was like a sex without orgasm. no climax. sometimes- the book cover will really show how dull the story would be. shit. I got so tired reading endless details, emotion, full of angst. shit. I got depressed.

it is 2:46 pm… manny is so indulged with his project. We decided to name the internet cafe that were going to open: ROCKMANN Internet and Gaming Cafe.

day 5

I am so surprised that i still remember how to pray. i am doing it five times a day. no sweat. but there is sweat literally, with the summer heat and everything. I sweat like a pig. oops! haram. but im not eating it anyway - so there pig!

day 6

 I miss the internet. I somehow am glad to know that i am not addicted to it, since i dont show any of those withdrawal symptoms. I remembered when i was 18, around that age maybe - my dad taught how to create an account and create an email. i even remember the email account- it was moahmina@rocketmail.com > i forgot the access the email anymore, i tried, but i guess rocketmail doesnt exist anymore.. that was - what? 11 years ago? lol. and after that i come to know the mIRC. where i met jainal sabdani. his nick name was shylock. and mine is ma_cleopatra. LOL

day 7

with this humidity and heat radiating from the roof and the walls- i was like floating. thinking that i might have a heart attack or the heat stroke, if the heat will stay. I wouldnt dare open the door, dust are swirling about when people pass by our room. But i love the heat, than stormy weather. i dont like the mud. or crossing wet streets. it stresses me out.  

day 8

It rained long last night - i can still see the pool of water forming outside the open area, just outside our room on top of our room. I felt that the summer is leaving. here comes the rain.  

day 14

A lot of things just happened. major ones were:

1. Were finally finshed painting the walls… yellow and blue for the tables. the cyber cafe is in the apartment bulding where manny’s family owns. 

2. Already talked to PLDT cotabato of our intent.

3. listed some of the addresses we need where  we could buy cheap computers.

day 17 

We bought the computers in DAVAO. just 10 of them. but its ok.

day…errr…  MAY 2 till 4

we finally opened our doors and it was a blast. made a website ROCKMANN’s INTERNET & GAMING WEBSITE and we made a mark in the google map.