Children abound. Noise at an intolerable level. Gifts unwrapped lying on the floor. And it's the 24th already! Dang, I blame myself to be such a crammer.
"I'm at my best when I cram," I declared loudly to my wife as she mumbles again at my incoherent planning. Bah, when do I ever plan? Suddenly I remember even this vacation was not approved until the 1st of this month. Only if she knew. I smiled naughtily.
The clock says 5:57 in the evening.
Old Filipino pop hit blurts outside murmuring romantic nothings to anybody who cares to listen. Jeez! It's cheesy but I confess I do submit myself to the occasional torture of listening to the likes of it abroad. Ironically, to drown loneliness outside, I torture myself by listening to Filipino songs. Or foreign songs rehashed by Filipino artists. Heck, eighty-percent of Filipino songs are rehashed hits. The remaining twenty are from Filipino bands who thankfully are getting to a level where you can be proud of blasting their music even abroad.
An aunt is ready to rock, looking for the Magic Sing. And she is the silent type. Hahaha.
Lechon baboy is going to be here soon. One of the reasons to be home this Christmas. Well, lechon is going to be the star for any season. But on Christmas, it is the wine in fruitcakes. If you know what I mean.
This is not going to be the end of this. I promise to write about this evening on the morning after. Like I said, this is going to be a very special evening.