Late New Year's post

So here's a late New Year's post. Blogger wasn't loading properly for the past days, so I couldn't write my heart out.

Spent a sleepy sort of New Year with my cousins at Fairview. We spent an hour lighting fireworks and choking on our surgical masks. Yes, we were wearing those-- mukha tuloy kaming nagwewelding nung hawak namin yung lucis. Got home at around 2am, quite safe and whole, albeit with slightly more lung damage than we started out.

Spent the next day cleaning up the right half of my closet. Had to mercilessly throw out those generic 5-year-old palancas. Now I'm just waiting for the others to drop their sentimental value so I can get more space to hoard another 5 years' worth of mindless paper. I kept some, though, which is why my closet isn't as spacey as I had imagined it to be.

I also found tons of Pokemon stuff in my drawers. Good God, Tina, what did you DO in your childhood? Hindi ko alam kung pano ko natiis mangolekta ng teks at sticker ng Pokemon. Pero sorry Za, wala akong Charmander. Hahaha. Charmeleon lang at Charizard.

I also found my old diary, full of odd notes masquerading as entries. The oldest dated post was written in 1999; the undated ones, I'm not so sure of.

Reading them made me slightly sick, amused, delighted and incredulous of how HUUUUGE and scraggly my handwriting was, and how sharply my personality shone through my writing. In my mind's eye, I sort of saw my "old", childhood self, playing along rather sassily. I realize that our minds never age-- we just get mature enough to move on to other things. It's weird how everything seems to slip by so fast. I've always wanted to be a teenager when I was a kid; now that I'm turning 17 this year, the rumored glamour of this age has worn off, and I'm left wondering why I wanted to be at this point in the first place.

Still, I look fondly behind. I wish I could talk to my old self and see how we'd argue. That'd be a blast.

So anyway, after getting myself out of the flood of dust and grime and cleaning up the same floor littered with the dust and grime, we trooped to Tita Chon's to spread some New Year cheer. Or cheer ourselves up by going there. In any case, it was fun, especially while playing around with the MagicSing. It's the first time I enjoyed a sing-along so thoroughly that I didn't really mind if I hit notes or missed them (mostly the latter though, judging from the score). I wasn't under the influence of any spirit, mind you, liquid or otherwise. It was fun belting out YMCA until I was hoarse, or trying to sing A Whiter Shade of Pale, Annie Lennox style. We got lucky with the Beatle's Long and Winding Road; Bianca and I got a 95! In furrness, mahirap din pala maka-score nang matino. Hurrah hurrah.

Bianca and I set out early the next morning (Jan 2) to do some walking exercise with Mama Chon. It was invigorating! I've never felt so internally clean, like all leftover food still rumbling in my stomach had been put to good use by walking around for an hour. It's a good start to the morning, even though I had a nightmare of Sir Ruel eating me alive because I didn't attend the vigil the night before. Upon getting back home, I slept for three hours kasi inaantok ako. Hahahaha, so binawi ko rin yung nilakad ko. Oh well. At least nagbabagong buhay.


One month til prom. I feel like collapsing everytime I think about it. Now that it's approaching and all magazines advise me to do this and that starting now, I can't help but wonder how my sister came out of the rubble alive. I now realize...

Surviving the prom is no mean feat.

Maybe I'll laugh about this statement someday. But for the meantime, I'll have my crumbly nervous-anxiety moments.