I'm gonna spend the remaining minutes before 10am trying to recall what happened last Thursday. After the colorful, noise-filled, jolly-spirited Lantern Parade and my last supper with my girl friends this year, I headed to the dorm, alone.
It was a lonely jeepney ride, it felt something like, if the cheerfulness inside my heart was a giant block, it crumbled into pieces right at that very moment. I keep thinking to myself that I should not feel this way because it is indeed the season to be jolly. The wind was uniquely chilly, colorful lights were everywhere, and I can sense the Christmas spirit in every face that I see.
But I felt like there was nothing to look forward to, like I'm a flying plastic bag drifting through the motions of my life. I kept forcing myself to always think that I have so much ahead of me, because I indeed know that it is true. It's just that I wish I could escape this time line already, and fast forward to the "mountaintop experience" parts.
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