We live in Surigao but we had to travel to Butuan, 3 hours away, to catch a plane ride with a 500 peso price tag. Before we left, Grandpa specifically asked for me so he could impart some advice on taking exams. Funny. Funnier still, 'coz I won't be taking anymore exams in my thesis-only semester.
Mom sent me off with 200 bucks as bus fare, promising to send my allowance within the week. Papa tells my three siblings to "feed your brother," but we don't live under the same roof. If it weren't for Auntie's pamasko, my pockets would be empty and I'd probably be added to the hunger incidence statistics of the SWS.
I've said my goodbyes to Northeastern Mindanao's rainy, humid weather and mist-shrouded mountains... Along with my hometown's tasty inasal and cheap barbecue joints.
It's time to leave again, and like Manila, the year ahead looms darkly before me - a perplexity and a source of potential stress. But what the heck, right? Happy new year, anyway.Labels: inside the self, rantings |
