2010, was bearable, and always promised hope with the coming of 2011. It promised and did not deliver. Sort of. It did, however, run like hell into the forgotten realm of you-really-came-and-went. So yeah, I don't think I'll miss something I barely even noticed was there.
Oh hey, someone said that to me before. I think. HAHAHA.
At around 11:15 PM Eastwood was still most-definitely visible from the roof deck. Enter 11:45. I see only the shadows of buildings illuminated by fireworks, glowing through the smoke and the smell of gunpoweder. Welcome to Manila, 2012.
Greetings, photos, kisses, hugs, shout shout. Click Click, enter the part where I become fatter than I already am, this holiday. food food food food.
We had raclette cheese with potatoes and sausage, just like we always do every new year. It was... the same.
There was wine too. In half-assed, but still awesome, non-alcoholic format (Chamador) and it's a-bit-more-awesome alcoholic brother who's name I forgot. They were good company. Promise.
And of course, there was the salad that no one really touched.
And OHMYGOD, Lola's epic lasagna. It only arrives into our digestive system or the table every so often, usually once a year, and no one is ever really forewarned about its arrival. Damn. Should've skipped dinner.
And in the wake of our forgetting (2011), we're left with the bits and pieces of ourselves we decided to blow up and destroy. They lit up the sky when we weren't looking, and eventually came to land somewhere we'll either forget or will be swept in the morning. Ciao.
'til we meet again. I'll see you when I do. :)
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