The Life of Sophia Ysabel

  People in photo left to right -> Ninang, Tito Rain, Tito Ryan, mee :3, Mamu, Mum, Tito Randy, and Tito Nhey A (more literal) family reunion!      My face lit up when I was informed that I would have a brief opportunity to spend time together with my uncle, Tito Rain!      After a long haul from Thailand to the Philippines, we checked in at a nearby hotel situated not so far from the airport. This marked the second-to-last destination of our Asia trip, and I couldn't help but feel a bit dejected by this fact. After all, this trip had been the most fun I'd had in a while.  But spending more time with my family that resided in the Philippines would make me forget some worries or stresses that's gone through my head in absolutely no time.      I wonder when Tito Rain is gonna get here...      Almost seconds after the thought appeared into my mind, Mum receives a phone call and discreetly takes it in the lobby. Eventu...

Stationary in a Bangkok street It wasn't the first time I'd visited Bangkok. Since it was populated with visitors from all around the world, I was mentally prepared with the fact that it was going to be crazy in traffic. I'd been through all of that before in the very same place. But when the taxi driver steered the wheel, it put us into a very difficult position.  We were in a messy traffic jam. And being in the traffic jam made me realise something. I wasn't actually mentally prepared for this at all. The condition of the traffic jam I'd seen in front of my very eyes were far more worser than the traffic jam I'd vividly imagined in my head. Outside of the vehicle were motorcycles revving, and cars bleeping their horns nonstop. All of these noises were muffled, and strangely, I felt safe in the car from all the hecticness outside that was starting to brew. As if a miracle, the vehicle was slowly moving forward... And that meant we were getting closer to meeting...

The *overpriced* car ride... The car ride to the golf resort had been a hazy memory. For the whole journey , I rested my head on Ninang's shoulder, eyes narrowed from being engulfed in darkness with only the lights of passing cars and streetlights guiding the taxi driver's sight. It wasn't until then that when the driver helpfully loaded our luggage onto the concrete, I realised this wasn't no ordinary golf resort I'd pictured in my head. Eastin Thana Golf resort was far more larger, spread out, and oddly comforting and inviting rather than the intimidating Nina Hotel accommodation I'd stayed in at Hongkong.  I bit back a groan as I dragged myself to the hotel, Mum and Ninang checking us in. I maintained a facade that shown that my bones aren't gonna snap in half if I take another flight again, when really, the case was otherwise.  I don't even know if I'm gonna make it to the hotel room at this point. And where do I go??  As if heaven-sent and the c...