January is a day shy of leaving. And yet this served as the first entry for this year. I realized that I actually started this journal on New Year’s Eve 2012 with a list of goals I desired to achieve before the year ended. I achieved some. Others remained as goals. This very entry can be taken as a sign that my undiaried, unwritten—perhaps
To work in a place where preparations for any city celebrations pulsate with urgency, I find it rather rewarding to see the diligence of ordinary people that are blurred in the grand celebration itself. Three nights ago, yellow-and-red banderitas started canopying the whole stretch of Gen Maxilom Avenue.
It was my first day of school, which was perhaps the fifth for my classmates. Surprisingly, I enjoyed the class. Perhaps because I was not as narrowminded as usual. Perhaps because it was a great motley of old and new faces.