Flight of Documentary

             Documentary is somehow sounds good to me. You see, my NCAE number one result is "Director." I have passion in imagining scenes and all. But what excites me the most is the fact that we will have our documentary in General Santos.

            And because I was so excited, I was late. One hour late that all of my crew (I like to use that term. Peace sisters) left me and had the first bus. I had the second bus and travel alone. You would think I was sad because I'm alone? But surprisingly, I. Love. It. I love traveling more than I love food.

           As I got there, they said to stop in front of Robinson. I'll ride a tricycle and it will only cost twenty pesos.But the driver said it will cost one hundred fifty. I might be a director wanna be but I am also a lawyer. And this is not justice. I tried to argue but what could I say? It's my first time to be alone in Gen San. I dont knew much. Good thing, the lady I was sitting next at the bus offered help. She help me to get a tricycle that I could spend less.

         As I got there, we ate early lunch. I don't eat fish but as I tasted the fish, damn it's so good! Even my group mates agreed to that--they even call the taste as "Namnam."

        After we ate, we fix the setting. All I could say is, its so fun. We joke around and all. After we film, we rest. And watch movie that all of us got a broken heart and some even had a teary eyes.

       After that, we went to a public market. I'm so amazed. It's no Davao Market. It is well organized. We bought balot and fried chicken in the sidewalk. We also went to a very huge sari-sari store that I think sells more product than our central convenience here.

      It is fun being there. And there's one thing I realized that I want to emphasize. We are busy growing up that we forgot our grandparents is also growing old too. I realized how much I love my grandparents.