it's December once again and it is the time for that something that i really suck at doing: buying gifts. i really don't know why but i consider it a big problem on choosing what gifts to buy. it's really not difficult if i really know the person since i would most probably know what to give him/her. but when it comes to relatives, it's been a bit of a problem and i always end up asking my sister for gift ideas for them.

i know it may doesn't matter what you give someone but i become OC when it comes to certain things. i hate the feeling when you give someone something and they don't enjoy it that much. parang nagsayang ka lang ng pera so to speak. but asking them what they want is just giving it away. mas maganda kung surprise.

anyway, i hope i get the hang of this choosing which gifts to give thing. it's really difficult considering the number of relatives that you want to give something to. add to that other gift-giving days of the year (birthdays, anniversaries, etc.). but i think sister dear won't run out of ideas yet. i can always ask her anyway. XD

“The applause was deafening. Dozens upon dozens of people - each as inspirational and as a part of this era as the next - surrounded them, cheering, smiling through their tears.

Emma was the one to grab at their sleeves and pull them in. The golden trio, which had hugged so often in the past, was now locked in an embrace so loving and so desperate that suddenly all else seemed to melt away. They separated only ever so slightly to look at one another, to exchange within seconds all the words, love, and memories that ten years had made.

Dan was blinking rapidly. On his left, tilting her head up, Emma swallowed as her chin trembled. But it was Rupert who, with a distinct and seldom-used ferocity, told them, “Thank you,” before a single tear danced down his face.

The roar around them rose in their ears again as they all broke down, melting into one another, now weeping freely, feeling so much happiness and despair at once that it threatened to overtake them. When they finally pulled away, their hands remained tightly linked; they stood there, in a triangle, staring at one another and at all of the friends - the family - that continued to clap on every side.

Like phoenixes, they would have to embrace these ashes and rise from them once more. The prospect was both thrilling and terrifying.

But one thing was for sure.
In this instance, at the very heart of the flames, they knew deep inside - the magic would never end."

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