It's war out there. Seriously. I'm becoming deaf. All those fireworks sound like bombs and gunshots. World War III.
I can't do much now, because my entire family is simply waiting for midnight. My aunts and uncles are downstairs, karaoke-ing to their heart's delight. And we've just eaten a most sumptuous dinner, by the way. The traditional sweet hamon, loads of fried chicken, meat loaf, salad, and a bilao of biko. Later we'll have Puttanesca. Heaven.
Oops, we're going up to watch the fireworks now. Ten minutes to midnight. And counting.
Note to self: Jump when midnight strikes. Maybe you'll grow taller.
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