I took the train to meet-up with Madeline. She picked me up from the BART Station
in Union City.
I sat right in front of the BART map to make sure I don’t miss my stop.
Kala ko hindi na uso yung lawlaw ang salawal.
In NY subway, one doesn’t need a ticket to get out, only when you enter. Here in Cali, you can’t get out without a ticket so make sure you don’t lose it or else bibili ka uli.
I was a little bit anxious because my friend’s wife’s handbag was snatched here at the Union City BART station by a black guy.
Lyn wanted to bring me to Santana row in San Jose, but Edmund and I were just there the day before. She wasn’t familiar with the restaurants in Union city so she brought me to Claim Jumper restaurant in Fremont.
We split this Shrimp Fresca Parmesan Pasta with tomatoes and spinach with light lemon butter sauce. And a small pepperoni pizza.
Lyn’s husband Tante slipped and fell while walking to his car in October 2012. He went to the Philippines in April for a two-week holiday. He rode the bus and jeepney. Dahil baku-bako ang kalye natin, siguro his bones that cracked last October gave way from the bumpy rides. He started feeling extreme pain on his back. He broke two back bones, buti na lang not his spinal column. Tante is recovering well.
Madeline is planning to relocate to the Philippines. She is so bored living in the US. She couldn’t wait another year to postpone it. She is sick and tired of doing the same things every single day. She was in the Philippines last January and is going back next summer. She and Tante look forward to doing more interesting things in the Philippines like getting actively involved in their province, and giving back. They will also open a bed and breakfast/ vacation place in Batangas overlooking Taal Lake.
After our lunch, she accompanied me to Fry’s. I returned the memory card I bought the other day because the sales clerk gave me a wrong one for my Samsung Galaxy Camera.
Before dropping me off in Hayward, we ate Yogurt. The male cashier looked irritated when Madeline told him to return my money and charge the $7.80 yogurt to her credit card instead. The guy already gave me a receipt and my change for $10.
Lyn told me about her friend B who petitioned her husband from the Philippines.
He was abusive and hit her whenever they had a fight. She divorced him.
She met a Jewish scientist, single, no children, never been married.
They lived as husband and wife. He offered to marry her but she didn’t want to for fear that once he becomes her husband, baka lang daw pareho nung dati nyang asawa.
They lived in a beautiful house in Oakland Hills. The guy showered her with love, respect and material gifts. He got sick of cancer. He insisted that they marry but she refused. His health was deteriorating. He told her that they should get married for her protection. Although he has no family, he said his relatives could run after his wealth and she could be left with nothing. He wanted her to live comfortably.
She relented. They got married. He died.
Up to the day he died, she didn’t have a clue on how wealthy the guy was.
She inherited the million dollar Oakland Hills home, expensive cars, stocks, bonds, and more than five million dollars in his bank account.
His will stated that she should donate one million dollars to the Jewish Educational Foundation (or something like that). She did. And she kept the rest.
Lucky girl.
