I’m sitting outside the house, just before 12am, and already, my car alarm is going off because of the firecrackers. The neighbor is blasting “Sweet Child of Mine” (Bon Jovi version, of course) in an attempt to make noise in our otherwise boring street. I’m not a New Year person because I always get emo, but surprise, surprise, I’m wearing a dotted top just for the occasion. And hey, I cooked for the family!
I’ve been very nostalgic these past few days because 2011 is coming to an end. 2011 for me was a milestone year. Definitely one for the books, one that I can tell all my grandkids about. It was MY year, and I am confidently owning it as one of the best years of my 25 year existence.
In 2011, I traveled, I lost a job, bummed around, became a reality show contestant, met my ultimate super idol Sharon Cuneta, met a group of people I will never forget ever, lived away from home and basically grew up. In that order.
So there you go, 45 minutes to go until the world (at least Manila) becomes officially noisy. I think I’ll have to go inside now to heat up the food.
Cheers to 2011, a wonderful year that was! (And crossing my fingers that 2012 will just be as awesome!)