I practiced every night, striking my little hammer to the beat of Lupang Hinirang and Joy to the World. You see, there was a Christmas presentation at school and the music club was working overtime for it. The only problem was, I was so forgetful. Memorizing the multiplication table was a piece cake compared to hitting those little aluminum bars in the correct order.
Laki ng pasalamat ko na naayos ko lahat ng papeles bago umalis. Para lang sa mga travel processing, napadaan pa ako sa DOST sa Bicutan (once) at sa Bureau of Immigration sa Manila (twice). Hirap talaga basta iskolar, naka-blacklist sa kung saan-saan. Magpapayaman na lang muna ako para di na magkakaproblema yung magiging anak ko (parang mali ang labas ng words sa Tagalog: for the record, wala pa po akong anak).