Carmina is traveling to the United States to spend time with her family. My dad planned a family gathering for Mother's Day at their favorite Pinoy restaurant . Since reservations aren’t possible, we arrived an hour early to ensure we could get a table for twelve before everyone else showed up. As my dad approached Isla Grand , the branch we visited in Pleasant Hills, California , the host at the door said they could prepare a table for twelve at five o'clock. Later, the server called my dad's name and guided us to our table. The place was bustling with people enjoying meals and celebrating Mother's Day. On our first visit to Isla Grand, I was captivated by the décor, noticing many native items that gave the place a fancy yet authentic Filipino feel. They usually have a live band, but unfortunately, there was no entertainment the night we went. My family had spoken highly of Isla Grand and encouraged us to try the Filipino dishes we’ve been missing from back home. Lech...
As we grew up in our teens riding a bike was our source of transportation when we're not allowed to drive.
When I was in my teens my parents bought us a bike to ride and do errands for my mom when she felt she needed something at the grocery store.
My sister and I would ride our bike together. We had a bike that had a basket in the front.
I remember I always had a problem riding the bike the chain would get loose or my pants would get stuck from the chain.
No matter every time it had happened I still found ways to learn to ride that bike.
Now, bikes at this generation comes in different styles, color, design, brand and accessories to fix it up.
Bikes to me is like having a car where you end up upgrading it's performance.
I remember when my dad had promised he would buy me a brand new car. I remember the day he came home with a car. I thought it would of been something he had promised me, but it turned out to be a second hand car.
Even though my dad didn't buy me a brand new car I still like my car no matter if it wasn't something my dad didn't promise he would give me.
I drove the Honda Accord every where. It gave me the free will to be independent.
During that time changing your license plate was the in thing which I had my nickname on it CHINKEY.
My dad gave me that nickname he said, my eyes look Chinese.
My dad taught me how to put oil, gasoline, water and put air in the tire the basic necessary thing to know when you start having your own car.
I learn to wash my car on my own and kept it clean.
My dad always told me having a car is how people look at you if you are a clean or dirty that is how the person will judge you how well you kept your car.
My car had leather interior and I had a cover during the summer season my seats we're too hot to sit on.
I drove every where with my car and came home late like an ordinary college girl.
The only place I didn't like driving was in San Francisco I had fear of driving on the city getting lost in the high hills in their one way street. During that time there was no navigation. You would look it up in the Internet and write it all down or have the directions printed.
I remember when I was applying for a job I would drive to the place ahead of time when I was going to be interview by the employer.
I was a very good driver and my family are curious why I had stopped driving ever since I moved to the Philippines. My mother in-law prevented me to stop driving. During that time when I had recently moved here my sister in-law was kidnap. There was someone waiting for her at her work. She drove a family van at that time.
The kidnapper didn't harm her just made her drive for hours. He was in need for cash. Ever since my mother in-law found out she had prevented anyone of us girl's to drive.
After many years of having phobia from driving just this year I went back on the wheel and drove when I went to visit California.
My son was shock to see his own mother drive a car for the first time. I never told anyone that I had this big phobia in my system.
I am not sure what the cause was or if it was because someone I know drives really crazy in the Philippines as I sit in the front seat I am holding on really tight thinking one day I will crash into someone. Or is it being seated in the front seat I feel the fear falling off the cliff.
Or maybe it was just my mind playing tricks on me. Either way my sister questioned me why I had stopped driving. The driving I use to love to do when I was very young.
I realized I was being hold on to something for a very long time. I realized the fact it was my life I need to move forward and not let anyone hold me back.
When I was in my teens my parents bought us a bike to ride and do errands for my mom when she felt she needed something at the grocery store.
My sister and I would ride our bike together. We had a bike that had a basket in the front.
I remember I always had a problem riding the bike the chain would get loose or my pants would get stuck from the chain.
No matter every time it had happened I still found ways to learn to ride that bike.
Now, bikes at this generation comes in different styles, color, design, brand and accessories to fix it up.
Bikes to me is like having a car where you end up upgrading it's performance.
I remember when my dad had promised he would buy me a brand new car. I remember the day he came home with a car. I thought it would of been something he had promised me, but it turned out to be a second hand car.
Even though my dad didn't buy me a brand new car I still like my car no matter if it wasn't something my dad didn't promise he would give me.
I drove the Honda Accord every where. It gave me the free will to be independent.
During that time changing your license plate was the in thing which I had my nickname on it CHINKEY.
My dad gave me that nickname he said, my eyes look Chinese.
My dad taught me how to put oil, gasoline, water and put air in the tire the basic necessary thing to know when you start having your own car.
I learn to wash my car on my own and kept it clean.
My dad always told me having a car is how people look at you if you are a clean or dirty that is how the person will judge you how well you kept your car.
My car had leather interior and I had a cover during the summer season my seats we're too hot to sit on.
I drove every where with my car and came home late like an ordinary college girl.
The only place I didn't like driving was in San Francisco I had fear of driving on the city getting lost in the high hills in their one way street. During that time there was no navigation. You would look it up in the Internet and write it all down or have the directions printed.
I remember when I was applying for a job I would drive to the place ahead of time when I was going to be interview by the employer.
I was a very good driver and my family are curious why I had stopped driving ever since I moved to the Philippines. My mother in-law prevented me to stop driving. During that time when I had recently moved here my sister in-law was kidnap. There was someone waiting for her at her work. She drove a family van at that time.
The kidnapper didn't harm her just made her drive for hours. He was in need for cash. Ever since my mother in-law found out she had prevented anyone of us girl's to drive.
After many years of having phobia from driving just this year I went back on the wheel and drove when I went to visit California.
My son was shock to see his own mother drive a car for the first time. I never told anyone that I had this big phobia in my system.
I am not sure what the cause was or if it was because someone I know drives really crazy in the Philippines as I sit in the front seat I am holding on really tight thinking one day I will crash into someone. Or is it being seated in the front seat I feel the fear falling off the cliff.
Or maybe it was just my mind playing tricks on me. Either way my sister questioned me why I had stopped driving. The driving I use to love to do when I was very young.
I realized I was being hold on to something for a very long time. I realized the fact it was my life I need to move forward and not let anyone hold me back.
The fear of moving forward made me realize I need to find my own self again.
As I kept driving in California I realized I miss being at the wheel.
They say, if you have ridden a bike before there is no way you can forget.
As I kept driving in California I realized I miss being at the wheel.
They say, if you have ridden a bike before there is no way you can forget.
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