BLUE PROSES

EVERY BOOK HAS AN EPILOGUE

Every Book Has An Epilogue

Yeah. The beginning was always a prologue. All these weird "prophetic" people will pretend they know what'll happen within the year. Exactly the same thing last year, one of them foretold that 2020 will be the luckiest year, so, we expected that it'll be one. And yet, January has entered, Taal volcano has erupted. And these emissions have generated ash plumes between 500 and 1,000 meters tall and have dispersed ash southwest of the main crater, according PHIVOLCS, also Corona Virus has entered the Philippine borders, and Kobe Bryant died in the 26th,what a very uncomfortable and unwanted first chapter, right? On February, the first American dies of Corona virus. On first day of March, 633 cases of the said virus was confirmed within the country.
On April, the COVID-19 pandemic is inflicting high and rising human costs worldwide, and the necessary protection measures are severely impacting economic activity. So many people lose their jobs. Store closed. Vacations and essential events cancelled. Started the scarcity. Some of the poorest started starving and dying, I even saw a news about Indian family who took their own lives because they no longer have foods to eat. It's very sad. On March, students started online classes. Graduation ceremonies that most students wished to attend didn't happen. Everything went online, on the web.
June is supposedly the start of the new class, and yet it was cancelled.
Some students decided to stop this academic year for their own respective reasons. I stopped mine because I don't think online schooling would be nice for a cook.
I know I can slay on these proclaimed digital school year but~ I don't really like the virtualization  and all, so I passed. The weird thing about the pandemic is that you get to do things you usually doesn't. You started seeing things you don't normally see in your house. Like the toy you used to play when you're a kid or........ the book you bought three years ago. You started cooking finer dinner. You started talking to your dad about your life plans and future. You started hugging your mom in your comfort zone. Pandemic is also magical~ when you just see it that way. On September, the safety measure's belt has slightly loosen. Most of us can now limitedly access the mall. Some stores has opened and our school was also open for payments. Lol. We started having our graduation pictorials that should have been done on April. We wore the toga with proud smiles for several minutes and then right after the day, it's gone. You're no longer a senior high school nor a student who normally just good around in every class. On September, I started getting my own job. So as a safe resort, I looked for a very convenient set-up. And then boom, on October five, 'twas the first day of my training and I was hired exactly September 25th.
Working at night is not really friendly~ your bed is pulling you and yet you need to use your mouth and ear to get your daily salary. For a person who doesn't really talk too much, being a call center agent is a big challenge. Who the hell would want to help someone accross the globe? I mean, this mid-west Americans is a pain in the ass. But whatever, I got my first payoff in the first cutoff and it was tolerable. November, I don't remember anything that much, it's like it's just a one-month-trial that you doesn't seem to enjoy there's nothing good to remember. Oh wait, I started selling my own food brand on May and I've been delivering them to mostly strangers almost every day with our silver gray colored car.
It was tough and challenging yet it's fulfilling to see hundreds of people enjoying my home cook. December was the last chapter.
And everything seems pretty normal. On our company's peak season, from December seven until Christmas, I've been continuously and consecutively flooded with phone calls just to assist strangers who wasn't even physically there and how ironic it is to have been working on Christmas eve entirely alone and rendering work talking to these uncool egoistic Americans. Lol. But it turns out metaphorically fine. We were complete on Christmas, almost on my dad's , sister's and my own birthday. Have our very first samgyupsal in the house for consecutive days, bought presents for the people using my own card, buy my wants without hesitating. Yesterday I was working and I processed multiple refunds to the customers who have not received their gifts on holiday. Today, I'm writing this because later, 2020 will be on the previous calendar and a new book will be opening after 11:59. I will ironically welcome new year answering phone calls again and get my double pay. Well, at least I was in the house playing my voice and faking my affection to my clients.
This year may be ending and later, the last page will close the book,
I'm not expecting anything on the new one, well I strongly hope the next one would be a sequel of this year, but I hope, wherever I stand on the new chapter, I hope, the people I'm expecting to be there, will be there. The people I hope to unsee will no longer appear and my happenings next year, will not depend on anything prophetic. I will compose the new book, with my name as the title of it and I~ no matter what, will do the plot twist