Allow me to share with you all a story of our greatest weekend in 2024 yet.
*deep breath* Here goes...
Jan and I didn't know about the Wanderland Music Festival until we saw on Facebook that Jack Johnson would be headlining it (love how the Facebook algorithm works). So, we immediately bought the tickets even though we had never heard of ALL the other artists that would be performing there.
You are probably here because you wanted to hear about the tale of a murder mystery that unfolded on the night of December 2nd.
While the scent of frustration and betrayal still linger around some of the sorry victims, allow me to recount the story of this seemingly innocent lady, who came as a mobster and got away with crime in the most puzzling but amusing murder mystery game ever made.
I'll keep the introduction short because I know you are dying to hear my story. So, here goes...
A few days ago, I decided to cast my votes for the barangay elections. It shames me to admit this, but this is actually my first time to participate at the barangay level.
So the first ignorant thing I said when the ballot was given to me was, "Ay, isulat diay (Oh, so we're writing it down)."
I settled into one of the seats and proceeded to write all eight names. And oh boy, did my hand feel sore after that. Then I gave my votes one last look before dropping the ballot in the box.
It all started when Jan went to Mr. Big's concert and all he wanted was to bring a small, minimalist wallet that could carry an ID, a card or two, and a little cash with him.
One month later, he now has three (3) minimalist wallets. All thanks to these YouTube videos that introduced him to the world of EDC.
I still remember the last time I drew something. It was Valentine's Day four years ago when, like any other Valentine's, Jan and I had nothing better to do. It was a year before the pandemic but staying home was already a much better choice that day.
I looked out the window and saw dark, heavy clouds looming over. Five minutes later, it began to pour. I took a sip of my coffee and realized it wasn't warm anymore. I put the cup down and started heading back to the bedroom. Getting snuggled underneath all those blankets and sheets on a rainy day sounds better than a cold coffee, I thought.
I moved toward the bed and felt a much stronger gravitational force around it. With barely four hours of sleep, I could have easily collapsed on the soft mattress, pulled my phone out and made up a convincing excuse why I could not go like I usually do.
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