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Two days ago, on the way to Glorietta with my mom, my younger brother, my Tito Ruben and my Tita Becky, I received a text out of nowhere from and old friend. Day went by pleasantly enough, starting with the purchase of yet another booster box for Man of Steel (hell, have I got stuff on sale and trade for everyone...), and ending with a drive around the dark glitz of this metropolis to a grass field under stars. We talked for a long time about absolutely nothing, and it was the greatest feeling I've had in a while with another person.
Slept at two after pushing myself to fix all the cards my younger bro and I have at hand. Was roused at 6 in the morning to go to Mass in my Lolo Punzalan's area -- it's been forty days since Lola Punzalan passed away, after all. We ate breakfast there with the elder Banaags and I konked out the moment I got home. Didn't wake up till it was time for dinner and Mass for New Year's Eve.
The New Year's celebration was a little different for the family unit this time around - my father, abandoning the call of hermit-hood, hosted a huge year ender blast for the clan at the corporate penthouse. Lots of singing, lots of food, lots of fireworks (even one that exploded the wrong way and left quite a few of us with some nicks and bruises) and lots more Versus rounds. Older brother was annoying, as usual. My impatience with him seems to ride in waves, especially when he just happens to get into everything that I do.
Let's set that aside though. We all had a wonderful time.
Thirty minutes before 5 AM, and I'm still torn between gunning this wakefulness to the hilt or just hitting the bunks and not waking up till it's much too late to do anything remotely productive. The rest of the school days sit on the backburner, teasing students who were too long in lethargy to dare go back to the daily grind so soon. We will return to see friends and fake studiousness, if for anything else.
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This was not my best year, but it was certainly exceptional. This was Space Shuttle on Overdrive, and if I was going to do it again I'll have to remember to raise my hands to the winds and singe the air with some good-natured invectures.
Year Ender Number 019, folks. Thanks for being there with me every step of the way.
Slept at two after pushing myself to fix all the cards my younger bro and I have at hand. Was roused at 6 in the morning to go to Mass in my Lolo Punzalan's area -- it's been forty days since Lola Punzalan passed away, after all. We ate breakfast there with the elder Banaags and I konked out the moment I got home. Didn't wake up till it was time for dinner and Mass for New Year's Eve.
The New Year's celebration was a little different for the family unit this time around - my father, abandoning the call of hermit-hood, hosted a huge year ender blast for the clan at the corporate penthouse. Lots of singing, lots of food, lots of fireworks (even one that exploded the wrong way and left quite a few of us with some nicks and bruises) and lots more Versus rounds. Older brother was annoying, as usual. My impatience with him seems to ride in waves, especially when he just happens to get into everything that I do.
Let's set that aside though. We all had a wonderful time.
Thirty minutes before 5 AM, and I'm still torn between gunning this wakefulness to the hilt or just hitting the bunks and not waking up till it's much too late to do anything remotely productive. The rest of the school days sit on the backburner, teasing students who were too long in lethargy to dare go back to the daily grind so soon. We will return to see friends and fake studiousness, if for anything else.
...
This was not my best year, but it was certainly exceptional. This was Space Shuttle on Overdrive, and if I was going to do it again I'll have to remember to raise my hands to the winds and singe the air with some good-natured invectures.
Year Ender Number 019, folks. Thanks for being there with me every step of the way.
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