He's Dating the Foreigner

Egrigious

Okay maybe the child wasn't that bad. It was mostly me. Maybe I'm the problem. Nah.. maybe? Anyways. It was midnight, well it looked dark out. The city looks great from up here, although that could just be the traffic on the 101.

"Would you like any snacks or refreshments?" A flight attendant asked.

"Hm.. water is fine for now, thank you." I smiled until she left. This is hard, now I have to smile and interact with people again unlike in the states. What makes it worse is that I barely know Tagalog and have to use some type of body movement to communicate with people.

A few minutes afterwards, the lady brought a bottle of water and handed it to me. We exchanged mutual greetings and went off.

I sighed like a white woman in her backyard. I watched a couple of movies on the mini tv right in front me, after that, I fell asleep. I think, sleeping on an airplane has got to be the most uncomfortable thing in the world, not to mention, there was a literally child right next to me. It didn't do anything wrong, I just don't like it.

I woke up from my uncomfortable "slumber" with the need to pee. How was I going to get through this woman and her child without waking them. There's not even enough leg space for one to move comfortably.

I stood up and tried my best not to wake them up.. who am I kidding, it didn't affect me so I didn't really.

"excuse me~" I whispered quietly. Was I talking to myself or the mother? Who knows.

Then there it was. I knew it would happen. The stupid chicks fell their toy thing and I tripped on it and stumbled right onto the mom and she woke up. Oh my lord. What the fuck. The baby started crying, the mother was trying to comfort her baby and I was trying to get out. All I needed was to pee, man.

I finally got out of that hell and into the bathroom. I stayed there for a good 6-10 minutes, contemplating whether I should go back and excuse myself between the mother and child, or flush myself down the toilet and fall somewhere at the beach or my apartment.

Unfortunately, I went with the first option. I excused myself back to my seat and sat there, frozen, the whole way. This was the most embarrassing moment of my life. I could feel that little demonic stare, COMING FROM THE BABY, AND IT WAS ONLY LIKE 7 MONTHS OLD. With this, I fell asleep again because what I can't see can't hurt me, am I right.

A few hours, or like 7-8 hours after, I woke up to the sounds of clapping and a lot of "woo-hoos" I looked around and saw people getting ready. Was this really it? Am I really here? Well that was a great 13 hours of my life; the baby, the mother, and the uncomfortable amount of space for my feet. Lovely.

The captain gave his final announcements and everyone safely got out of the plane, even the mother and her child. Thank god I'm not seeing their faces anymore.

As I took my luggage, walked through the security, and opened the door to get out-- Holy shit it was hot. Hotter than Enrique Gil, what the fuck. Why was I wearing a long sleeve and pants in 100 degree weather. Typical white-washed Filipino girl from the states, I was sweating from parts of my body that I didn't know could sweat.

Well, this should be a clear sign to go to my college dorm in the University of the Philippines, couldn't they have thought of a better name?

I took me and my belongings to a bus stop and asked the people there if this bus went directly to the University. Unfortunately, it did not, BUT I did get some directions with non-direct ways.

"Hello.. manong?.."--shit, he probably knows I'm a foreigner, which I am, but it'd be embarrassing if he did. Why is my accent so.. white?--"..do you happen to know how to get to the University of the Philippines in Quezon City..?" God damnit, why didn't I just have my cousin pick me up. After a few minutes, the "manong" responded

"University of the Philippines in Quezon City? You take that one-way bus.."--he pointed at the big bus driving our way to pick up new arrivals at the airport--"..then you take a taxi cab going 3 rights and a left until you see a tall building being supported with 4 columns and red walls right next to them" he smiled

"ah.. ok thank you!" I walked away. What the fuck did he say? Take a bus and a taxi going 3 rights and a left? Why don't I just take a taxi going there directly-

Aghh fuck it.

I walked over to the bus and sat myself down near a window.

"Uh- excuse me ma'am, what time will this bus get to the..destination?"—I thought I'd say "destination" because I didn't want to sound like some foreigner who didn't know where she was going...which I exactly am.

"In about an hour or 2, depending on the traffic."

I thanked her.
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The bus was about to move and I saw a family of 3, sitting just diagonally in front of me

"Dad, when are we arriving?"
"Sleep pa, it's a long trip home" then the dad signaled his child to lie her head on his shoulder

Wow, it's been so long. Having a father figure. As I stared at this them, my heart just obliterated into pieces.. I wish I could have 1 more second with my Pa. I know I'm not supposed to say the "forbidden last name" but the Ocampos. Why did they have to have some feud with MY family, with MY life? If it weren't for them, I wouldn't have to be spending my time in a country I'm not familiar with, especially with my.. parent(s).

I sighed and looked out the window, it's going to be a looong trip. Might as-well use this time to rest before getting to my dorm and fixing everything.