Here’s a draft I found as I was about to make this post. Obviously, it can no longer be published. When laziness gets tied up with busyness, time is easily lost. *deep sigh*
2012: Our Year
Last Christmas, I was unable to go home, which totally sucked because it’s the most important time of the year to be with your family. And because revenge is
better served when coldsweet, I spent 17 days for this year’s break.
- 21: Coffee date with Jesha in one of San Francisco’s two coffee shops (asenso!)
Unlike last (last) year, I only spent 12.5 days of vacation this time. All unpaid, because my regularization became effective only this year. Two days after my arrival, I found myself in a sports car heading to Butuan. In no time Naiza was already inside it, and we picked Kenneth up on our way back. Aiza’s place was the night’s stop where Philip joined us. Her daughter smiles like there’s no tomorrow.
Christmas arrived two days later and we found ourselves at Aiza’s place again for the celebration of her daughter’s first birthday. Hya and Jesha murdered the microphone before we left for dinner at Rosario’s, the one beside SDA. Bah-Bah was the final stop as the balikbayan valedictorian has already arrived. He obviously needed sleep but, with just three of us, was still able to turn eight (or nine?) liters of RH upside down. That’s our scientist!
Three days after, the BOD (Board of Directors) of ASAY Group of Companies, Inc. had a quick meeting at Agos Garden for the alumni homecoming the following day. Ultimately, it was approved that the dress code was blue, after the food assignments were made. We can’t have our tables empty now, can we?
On the night of the annual reunion there was “tension” by the entrance when we were asked to pay the additional amount, in a somewhat hostile way, for not attending the “Fun Run” activity that morning. We all had crossed brows, thinking “Hey, get over the dumot already. It’s been nine years!” Anyway, we were the first batch to arrive (would you believe that?!) and since we were starving, we wolfed down the food before circling the campus. Despite the changes, it was still very nostalgic.
Britania! Yes, Britania! Was our destination the next day. This one no longer needs any form of elaboration as our pictures there are worth not just a thousand, but a million, words. Finally, New Year came and we were on the second of our annual palihi at Caltex where some bottles lose their virginity. Only this year, we ended the night at Hya’s place, because it was the gurang’s buena mano birthday.