It's 4:16 AM on this brand new day of 2012. Sporadic crackling of firecrackers. Two or three houses away, people singing off-key over a microphone have probably decided to stop their revelry welcoming the New Year. A few moments of silence, except their low voices. Then, a rooster crows from the yard of a neighbor. Tartaraok ti kawitan iti kaarruba.
New Year's resolutions include a stop to playing tong-it and mahjong. If perchance, the addiction is there, will play at least an hour or so. Playing chess. Will write a novel, poetry and short stories. Join Palanca writing contests with aim to snag the major prize.
Let me wait for the Mutia. Give me a line or two and start the busy writing year including body building through push-ups and other methods. May join a marathon. Something is wrong with my breathing whenever I go jogging, even after only a barely kilometer run.
So where are you, Mutia?
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