April 21, 2015
In the summer of 99 I was taking classes in Diliman, and I'd come home at around 2pm with all my energy sapped out. Maybe it was the heat and commute. I'd be able to make it until dinnertime, but after that I'm gone. Everyone was still living in the house then, and after dinner we'd gather in front of the TV. I'd lie down on the couch and watch the news and teleseryes with my family. By 10 though, Papa would be nudging me awake and I'd be informed I slept through TV time again. I miss those days.