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Hey, Dad
My dad calls every once a week, and i think it may just be me who's noticing this, but the calls come in more frequently. There was a time a few weeks back when i was sitting at the sala watching TV (which i do periodically now), when suddenly, the phone rang, effectively cutting out the dialogue of Mark Logan's comedy feature of the day.
"Hellloooo?" in my best imitation of a zombie eating brains.
"Hello, dar?" came the response. Hushet, si Pa! Came my immediate thought. Fight or flight na to. Should i call for help and pass the phone to someone or should i talk for a bit?
"Ui, Pa! Kamusta?" Came my reply, cringing almost as soon as the words left my mouth.
I honestly cannot remember what we talked about after that. Nope, true story. Anyway, it's pretty funny to see when my parents talk on the phone. Not that i can see papa's reactions anyway, but mama is pure gold. She gushes, she speaks in hushed tones, her whole auditory vocabulary is reduced to that of a teeny girl. It's very amusing to watch, actually. No kid.
Yesterday, we celebrated dad's birthday. Yep, December 31. Pretty cool, eh? Anyway every year we do this thing for dad. We make a collage of pictures of us or we send him videos to cheer him up there. Every single year. Come to think of it, every single occasion, heh. So one afternoon, i made a college and wrote a letter signed by all of us. His reply just came in a few minutes ago: "....As always I'm Proud of you Guys ... and Mama and Me were always there with you and We all wanted to see you all Happy and be Successfull in all WHAT LIFE IS THERE AHEAD..."
Foreboding, much? Grammar-wise it sucked bigtime. But then again, grammar isn't everything.
PS.
What's weird is that even though i signed it "from all of us", he started with "hello, son" I don't know if it's simply an oversight of things or what. Also, son. Woot, woot.
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Catching Up
So i caught up to the guys one night and when out some drinks at BF. Catching up to them felt pretty good. People were doing well, it seems.
It's amazing to see how much we've grown over these past few years. For one, we no longer have those ridiculously short haircuts that CAT demands of us. For another, i guess we've gotten enough scars to warrant us a medical certificate, to the point that we can proudly wear them on our sleeves. Lesson learned, in other words. We're more mature, more amazing and more daring than we've ever been since then. And i guess even if the jokes are still the same, the meaning behind it changes, and you learn to appreciate that, y'know? The fact that you could joke around, but the smiles are still all too knowing, all too understanding.
Yeah. So we stopped at a Goodah (open 25/8!) at around 1 am, i think? Talking shit and nonsense. I think i once pointed out that shit and reason flies out the window past 2 am, but i guess i have to revise that a bit. Sometimes, reason remains, and it is in this half-asleep, half-passed out state that some of the best conversations are born.
We capped off the night with a round of DOtA at around 4, with clearing the last round at 6 or 5 ish, i think. Some things never change, i guess, and i hope that some things never do.
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This Is Why You Should Regularly Clean Your Room
One day in my sembreak, i found out that i had absolutely nothing to do. As an extreme act of boredom, i found myself digging out my closets, cleaning them out from within.
I started cleaning at about 7. I ended up finishing at around past 11. 11 PM. Hnggh. Maybe my methods were overly meticulous - taking out of all the contents of a drawer, cabinet or shelf, then cleaning the dust off with a vacuum cleaner, then wiping a damp cloth on the area before putting the contents of the shelf back again. If i find a loose nail, i hammer it down. If i find a loose thread of fabric, i cut it free. It's that tedious, it's almost unbelievable, really.
But i guess the one reason why i took so long is because i needed to go through each item one by one. I'm a huge packrat. I keep around prize tickets from game machines, i fold receipts and used wrappers of candy, i pin to my board any souvenier or memorabilia i find.
So it comes to no surprise to find my cabinet full to bursting with a lot of memories. Some were pretty sucky, yeah, i'll grant you that. But the thing is, they're still my precious memories, and i wouldn't trade them for anything else in the world. Unless of course you've got a PS2 you want to sell for about a hundred, then... loljk kidding. I won't trade these for anything.
Among the items i found there was this draft of a letter written in a piece of brown stationery addressed to someone. Yeah, i know. I write drafts in stationery. That was how... weird i was then - writing even a draft on a piece of stationery. Hay, puberty.
Another of one those old relics i've found is these bunch of old photographs, taken when i was in elementary. Pretty standard poses back then, i guess. As school kids, we were taught that swearing was bad and we should never ever do it. So we didn't. Really. I seldom cursed back in elementary. High school was... different, i guess. My favorite expression back then was this: "AY, POGITA!" I'd shout "AY, POGITA!" whenever i fell down or knocked someone over, or whenever i felt like cursing at the world in general. "AY, POGITA!"
To my great joy and embarrassment, i ended up unearthing a set of old notebooks, with the last pages crumply with writing. It was weird to see how the young me wrote stuff up - there was one with a detailed plan on how to liberate the philippines, a map of the subdivision, and the makings of an rpg game. Sheesh. How geeky can one get? xDD
All in all, it was a very long and very tiring day, but i came up with a few spoils. I unearthed a director's set of a chair and table, as well as numerous old notebooks that could be good for a decent night of writing or just as scratch paper. But just as well, i ended up unearthing things i buried so long ago, too.
This time, instead of burying them again, i took them all and placed them neatly on a separate space, away from everything else. Sometimes, i guess even if the pain or what's left of it kills you to bits, it still feels good to remember.
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