Franz Marie Cruz’s Diary

The cool December wind makes me nostalgic.  It brings back memories of  Christmases past.  I drove by UP Diliman 2 nights ago, I had my windows rolled down, and uninvitingly, memories of ABM Christmas parties haunted to me.  I suddenly missed the company I had back then and the games we used to play come Christmas time.  Dividing into teams of 5 and driving around the campus in search for the next clue, screaming inside the car and running up and down the stairs of the barely-lighted Main Library, and alas finishing only 2nd place in the Scavengers’ Hunt game.   Our big tambio would be teemed full of its members when it’s time for gifts to be swapped hands.  How time flies indeed, these are but memories five years old already.

Fast forward to med school, Christmas season will always be associated with TRP and Phi dance practices for TRP.  The cool night air is like a drink of ice-cold water after hours of practice in a closed room that could barely accommodate the dancing sisses.   I am not a dancer and those steps, however simple they are made to be, are just too complicated for all my 4 extremities.  But I eventually missed those dancing days too, and especially the sisses.

Yet, it was only barely a year ago, when my block and I went to Tagaytay.  We shared a tall pitcher of Margarita to bring our body temp up a notch, as our sweaters could only provide some protection from the biting cold of early January air.  It was one of the very few gimiks we were complete.  We were crazy and we had fun. 

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