The Small Town Boy in the Big City Part I

I think I’ve already mentioned in this blog several times that I ¬†haven’t traveled outside of the Philippines. I have had quite a number of travel experiences, but only locally – visiting the beautiful beaches and sceneries of my home country.

Nothing internationally.

Well, surprise readers. Not anymore. ūüėČ

March of this year, I was given the privilege and the opportunity by the company that I work for that I be sent to the US of A for a month of training and conferences.

No less than the United States of America!¬†My first out of the country and it’s a total of 23 hours on the plane and in the land flowing with milk and honey! Who would’ve known?!

So,  for my maiden post about this trip, let me talk about flying with the best airline in the world, Emirates.

Our flight going to the US was about the same time hurricane Stella hit New York and other northeastern territories of country. We got stranded in Dubai for about 24 hours because JFK has been closed due to two feet of snow. It was an emergency situation that I wasn’t prepared for. Like I said, ¬†I don’t have any prior experiences traveling abroad and the thought of staying in Dubai International Airport for one full day ¬†is not very pleasing to me, no matter how beautiful it is. Yes, Dubai International Airport arguably, is the most beautiful airport I have ever seen (not that I’ve been to alot) . It’s huge and you can easily get lost in it.

Thankfully, ¬†Emirates took care of us in this whole ordeal. They made sure that we had the proper accommodation for the overnight stay and that we were fed appropriately. My colleague and I have been given double rooms separately, ¬†and the meals that covered our entire stay we’re all on buffet setup! ¬†I didn’t feel inconvenienced at all. It was like I was given an extra day to enjoy another country on my way to the United States. As a bonus, we have been granted a 96-hour transit Visa and so we were able to utilize that to go around the open city and enjoy some of Dubai’s world class attractions. We were able to go see Burj Al Arab and Burj Khalifa, along with some Muslim temples, as well as take a glimpse Atlantis The Palm Jumeirah. All in all, ¬†it was an awesome experience. Personally, ¬†I don’t think I would be spending a lot of money just to see Dubai again; but being there one time, ¬†and enjoying what it has to offer I think is enough.

Being in the desert is not so bad, afterall.

My hotel room in Copthorne Hotel Dubai.

Additionally, my sidetrip¬†to Dubai has also been an eye-opener for me. I used to have feelings of fear whenever I think about Muslim countries and being around Muslim people. These people are actually very nice! The person who drove us to see some of Dubai’s attractions is a Pakistani immigrant in Dubai who works as a driver and as a hotel staff. He was very easy to talk to, very kind, very patient and it inspired me that he’s so much like some of us Filipino OFWs – he works in a different country so he can provide for his family.

We are afterall, more alike than what we think.

So,  thank you Emirates for such a fun-filled experience flying with you!  I had the time of my life being in a Super Jumbo A380 plane, with drinks overflowing and the fantastic food that I was served. ICE was also very entertaining! I got to watch a lot of movies, catch up on some shows and the in-flight view was absolutely amazing! If given the chance that I would be able to go back to the US or maybe even just travel anywhere outside of the Philippines and I have the necessary funds to choose whichever airline I would want to fly with, I would choose Emirates in a heartbeat.

Oh and I would also like to note that I have extreme paranoia everytime I fly, but with Emirates I didn’t feel anything at all. I simply enjoyed the 9-hour flight to Dubai from Manila and I absolutely was thrilled on my long-haul, 13-hour flight to JFK.

9 Months

It’s been almost a year and up to now, I think¬†I’m still in denial.

I don’t want to discuss too much about you, how our lives were when we had you, Ccino. I guess I’m just in a state where I know you’re not around anymore, but I don’t want to acknowledge it. That perhaps you’re just in that favorite corner of yours resting and sleeping, like you always cutely do. I imagine you’re just below the space in our bed, playfully asking us to look for you. Or maybe just doing your rounds outside, making sure that the family is safe.

Things went by pretty fast. I remember you being weak, not being able to stand up straight. I remember I thought maybe you just wanted to play, so I brought you outside on a leash, tried to run around the area with you and see if it energizes you. But no, it made you weaker.

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I have always feared losing you. I know your life is not going to be as long as those of humans, but I believed the world would be fair enough to let you stay as long as possible because of how you changed our lives. But no, your life went through its course and ended young, to my shock! Perhaps, it’s just the way things are meant to be. It’s all planned, I guess. Or maybe that’s just how I want to think about it. Part of all my denying that we have already lost you, and looking to justify that it’s all a usual, vicious, cruel cycle.

I planned on writing something to honor your life, Ccino. Something that ends on a positive, shiny note for everyone who follows my blog to get inspired with. But as I type these letters, I don’t seem to make the words to be exactly like that. Because deep in me, I still can’t grasp and wrap my head around the fact that you’re already gone. And all that’s left in me are memories. Memories that hurt everytime they come to me, can be sweet and happy yeah, but painful all the same. Because as much as you made me happy in all your 6 beautiful years, you make me sad leaving just like that.

I will not rush things. I will savor the happy and the sad, I guess. Perhaps I will keep on denying, for now.

Because one day, I’ll find meaning in all these. Maybe not soon, but eventually.


The Second Coming

My wife carries pregnancy beautifully – I just want to put it out there. Well, to be fair, her second was not as smooth (I mean that figuratively and aesthetically haha!) as her first, but she wasn’t that awful-looking.

To document that, and also because pregnancy is both an exciting and an expensive (putting a stress on the second adjective because it is in fact, not a joke Рbudget-wise) journey, we, one afternoon, decided to do a very crude photography shoot.

Fatherhood V.2


So I became a father, again.

My wife gave birth to Elias Joaquin Adosto last November 2, 2015. He’s a big baby! And I will forever praise Jesus for wife’s normal delivery of him, despite her C-section history with our eldest.

He is planned. We always wanted to have another child – five years after we had Isabelle. I think we have been pretty open about having a big family, considering that both myself and my wife are only child to our respective parents.

The joy is just overwhelming! – ¬†especially after learning that what we’ll have is a son. Everyone would think we’re already complete – ¬†with a girls that’s in pre-school, and a boy toddler. I would like to think so, yes, but a part of me wants one more. Another boy. And then we’ll be set.

Joaquin is just pure happiness. He got pretty much everything from his mom – brown, hazelnut-colored eyes (like Saab’s), ¬†a cute nose, barely-there hair, and full lips.¬†His eyelashes, eyebrows – I would like to believe are from mine.

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It’s so beautiful that as much as Isabelle looks like me, Joaquin is the same with his mother. We now have our own mini-me’s. Our Lord God just does wondrous things!

I am so back!

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It’s been awhile. Quite a long while. Alot has changed from the last time I wrote in here and I’ll try my best to chronicle my life again in this blog.

Change. How constant this word is.

I ¬†think its been about nearly two years since I’ve stopped blogging. Two years ago, I was writing about how my life would be considering that I just left a job that has been paying the bills for the last 8 years. So much uncertainty then. Seriously, the future was daunting looking back.

Now, its much sunnier. Darker clouds have parted to give way to the rays of the sun, if I’m being poetic.

I’ll try and give you guys an inside scoop on how I am now, how my family is now. I look forward to writing again. God, i ¬†miss words!

A Sad Look Back

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Looking Back, 2014 was not a very good Year for Us. Not-so-good things happened that may have made me Question things. Though I feel like I have fostered better Relationships to my Family, extended family, to God and even to myself, I felt I ran out of luck and had to start anew on so many aspects and on so many levels. Or maybe, so I thought.

I started the year being Sick. I lost 20 lbs. due to measles and was on bedrest for about two weeks. In a long time, it was only this year that I felt too sick to function and had to totally rely on my wife and on myself to be better.

I left my job of 8 years to try my luck on a Different Career. Experienced rejections applying to Jobs here and there when for five years, I would do the rejection and the accepting myself. Realized that I didn’t have it all, that companies would not brave storms to have me as part of their organization, that I am not that good on so many fields. Career was on an upside down that I questioned my skills and competencies; if I would in fact be able to start a New one, and prove that I still have what it takes to advance and redo the Victorious cycle that I had with my previous employer. 2014 was all I needed to Know that I’m not super. That I am as thriving to survive career-wise as anyone else.

With that comes the realization that I, we, are not economically ready to make big decisions in Our lives. That sometimes following your heart doesn’t mean making the right decisions. I don’t have any regrets, Honestly, because I would not have that feeling of freedom and control right now had I succumbed to my doubts. Just maybe, if I took the right timing, things would have been a little more seamless. Sometimes, one just has to go thru that to realize his mistakes and sadly that has been our case.

So now, we have to Accept that the next months, even the next years, are not going to be the same as the previous. That we have to have a case of good resource Management. That we need to put value in everything that we spend. And that we have to see the benefits of saving.

It was also this year that I discerned that my folks are not anymore as young and as healthy as they used to be. For the longest time, I have viewed my mom as a superwoman – never gets tired, never gets old. Since Time immemorial,¬†she has been the only person who financially supports us and makes the most major decisions in our family. I have always thought she’s clothed in an armor – strong, invincible, dependable.

She’s not.

And now, I have to accept that things are not always going to be like that. That as much as I grow, mature and make myself of a man, she too, gets old, Weak, vulnerable to sickness and would eventually need to rest. Story of all of us. The inevitable end to all of our struggle.

She got sick this year and now has to have maintenance for high blood pressure – that I need to be in the process of accepting. My mom, who has been strong for me, needs me now to be strong for her. She needs my support more than ever. I have to be with her in every step of the way. Things are starting to be on the opposite side and moving forward, and I have to be ready.

I just want this year to be over and see things at their Zenith in 2015. I am hopeful. I am yearning to be more Positive. I have to start having an X-ray vision of the future to prepare in the present. 2014 may not have been good. But I will make sure 2015 will be far better.