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Nearly the whole Peralejo clan is downstairs right now, celebrating the end of Christmas day -- even my Lolo Punzalan and the sister of my father's family was around earlier, to contribute to the spirit that's been hovering since midnight struck today. I'm running on a mere three hours of sleep but I feel great, and knowing how my cousins plan to take a shot of alcoholic something every time they score lower than 95 on the Magic Sing, I'm not going to be making up for lost hours any time soon.
This season has been marvelous. It's not childhood excitement that drives me, but a quiet elation that leaves a warm feeling in my chest in spite of the cold that's turned my right nostril into a leaky faucet and an air conditioner that has rendered the mood necklace I'm wearing right now to purple rather than the blue that shows warmth. I've opened gifts, monitored several Versus games between my brothers and cousins, talked and laughed with relatives I never used to talk to before, eaten my fair share of Christmas ham, and drank enough Coke to buzz me well into tomorrow morning, should I attempt to finish Chapter 5 for Gravity Kills tonight once everyone drifts home.
It's been a great vacation so far. School ended roughly and I've got work -- both Ateneo's and my Muse's -- sitting on the backburner, and I miss certain individuals more than I ought to, but this happiness isn't going to pass me by so quickly. I'm in such a good mood that I almost don't mind the fact that I still have to go to Mass tomorrow.
Difficulty might begin come January. Summer looms on the horizon, and I don't know whether I have the courage to take initiative and whether I'll have the strength to back it up once I do. But here is now, and humans are creatures meant to live for the moment.
Thanks, everyone. You've been wonderful to this, to me, to everything. As night falls over this little hole somewhere in the Luzon region of the Philippines, I'll clink my bracelet's chains together, down another glass of potable tooth decay and laugh a little more for everything that was, is, and will come.
This season has been marvelous. It's not childhood excitement that drives me, but a quiet elation that leaves a warm feeling in my chest in spite of the cold that's turned my right nostril into a leaky faucet and an air conditioner that has rendered the mood necklace I'm wearing right now to purple rather than the blue that shows warmth. I've opened gifts, monitored several Versus games between my brothers and cousins, talked and laughed with relatives I never used to talk to before, eaten my fair share of Christmas ham, and drank enough Coke to buzz me well into tomorrow morning, should I attempt to finish Chapter 5 for Gravity Kills tonight once everyone drifts home.
It's been a great vacation so far. School ended roughly and I've got work -- both Ateneo's and my Muse's -- sitting on the backburner, and I miss certain individuals more than I ought to, but this happiness isn't going to pass me by so quickly. I'm in such a good mood that I almost don't mind the fact that I still have to go to Mass tomorrow.
Difficulty might begin come January. Summer looms on the horizon, and I don't know whether I have the courage to take initiative and whether I'll have the strength to back it up once I do. But here is now, and humans are creatures meant to live for the moment.
Thanks, everyone. You've been wonderful to this, to me, to everything. As night falls over this little hole somewhere in the Luzon region of the Philippines, I'll clink my bracelet's chains together, down another glass of potable tooth decay and laugh a little more for everything that was, is, and will come.
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