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Philippine Connection - July 12, 2002 Friday Memorial Trip I accompanied Dad and Senn to view a house for sale in Industrial Valley - the layout was too cramped...nah. Following that, we went to Loyola Memorial Center to pay respect to my late Uncle Khaki and grandparents Lolo Amboy and Lola Metring (father side). It's comforting to know that my uncle who lived the last 20 years of his life half-paralyzed from a stroke is now at peace. One of the few things I wanted to do was hook up with my former officemates from PNOC, my former employer. After making a few phone calls, I was able to hook up with Gina. We made arrangements to meet up in Makati after work at 6PM. Traffic - Baptism of Fire What should have been a simple drive to Makati turned out to be anything but. Along the way, I filled up for gas not knowing that most cars there have an automatic locking feature. Bottom line is, I locked myself out of the car. I called home and fortunately, Senn was there with a duplicate key. Being a Friday, rush hour and raining, it took her nearly an hour to get there.... the many inconveniences I embarrassingly impose on my accommodating hosts (sigh!). Having missed an early turn, Senn advised me to follow her instead until she points me to the right path. Traffic was extremely heavy and rain was pouring its guts out making visibility a challenge. The 3-lane road was already 4 cars deep...no, make that 3 cars and 1 bus deep. We were all a hairline away from each other and I had to fight tooth and nail for every inch of road! Familiar landmarks I knew before were either gone or changed. Except for my road map, I was blind as a bat. I missed several turns and had to constantly text Gina for landmarks. PNOC Good Times Traumatized but still intact, I finally arrived - 2 hours late. Gina hasn't changed a bit - still attractive, still feisty and still charming at the same time. It felt well getting a heads-up from her on what has happened to the rest of the PNOC crew. Talk along memory lane is comforting...like wearing an old shoe. Poker Night After dropping Gina off, I headed to Valle Verde Country Club for Dad's poker game with the Gamboas, close family friends - Tito Butch and his lovely wife, Tita Babes. The ride going there was equally challenging with a few missed turns (again!) with the rain still pouring. Friday is always poker night. It was good to be seeing both of them again. I think I changed more than they did in the last 13 years. Dad was on a losing streak but was able to recoup his losses in the last 2 deals. --- TheLoneRider July 12, 2002»» next story ARCHIVE 2025:
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