This is the Wishing Island. Taken one weekend during summer last year. The first time that  I saw this island was during our island hopping in my Environmental Science subject during college. Before, this Island is so beautiful – full of life and well-maintained. In this island lies the grave of the owner’s son. 

My youngest sister asked me the other day what she’ll thaw for lunch. Since my niece requested for a soup, I told her to bring down the soup pack (the back portion of chicken) from the freezer. After minutes of looking for it in the freezer, she just told me that there’s no soup pack. I insisted that there is but she kept on telling me there’s none. Quite irritated, I told her to look for it at the top (referring to the freezer) for she is now looking for it in the beverage bin. Seemed she didn’t understand what I am talking about for she started looking for it at the top of the fridge, then at the cupboard, and in the grocery bags we brought home a night before. My bother-in-law asked her what she was looking for and she instantly said, “the soup pack”*lorl*. I can’t believe it! My sister didn’t know what a soup pack is. What she knew for a soup pack is the instant soup….grrr! She’s already in college and she has no idea what a soup pack is. Well, at least she learned something from that incident.