The happiness continued. I called in sick today due to my cold. I really wanted to go to work today, because working Friday evening and then Saturday morning is hard for me. But I can't help it. My body wasn't really in the condition to go to work. And I haven't been able to sleep at all. I needed a cold medicine that would also help me become drowsy. My dad saw my note that I had left early morning, and he also bought a hearty 'Pampanga' breakfast. It was a good Saturday morning; I just chilled and let my body rest today. I didn't care about work. Health is wealth indeed.

After having my breakfast and my cold medicine, I felt so full that I couldn't just lie down to sleep right away. I may have eaten too much. I remembered that there's a meeting at home tonight about for my little sister's debut. Oh man, it's going to be one of those nights when everyone sleeps past 1am. Well, my sister's debut is a big deal. Its scale is like planning for her wedding. After watching the TV and let the food digest for a while, I lied down on my bed. I was able to sleep.

I woke up at 6pm. My brother is here. He woke me up asking if I had a torrent client in my desktop. I told him yes. But since he can't find it, I mean since he's not familiar with my Windows 8 setup, I got up and showed it to him.

There was a meeting for my sister's debut tonight. It was a lengthy conversation, but I think the planning stage is finally over. We're onto the execution stage. Her birthday is on October. I have two responsibilities to fulfill by the end of April. And just when we were about to wrap up around 10pm, Pacquiao's match against Bradley, the rematch, have started. All of us stayed put at home while planning my sister's debut. But we weren't left out of the loop. My dad was following the match through the tweet updates. The first four rounds were pretty even and you can tell that my dad's really nervous. Especially when they tweeted that Pacquiao was hurt by Bradley in round 4. As for me, I wasn't really paying attention. I was still nursing myself feeling like I'm coming down with a cold.

When I went upstairs to check again. It was already the 11th round. And I asked him if Pacquiao was losing. My dad said that Bradley started running just to finish the match. He wanted to survive the match? I wondered. I guess Pacquiao still has the stamina even though a lot of analysts say he has lost the eye of the tiger.

Long story short. My dad's super happy today. He's happy, because I made someone very happy, we were finally settled on the debut plans and Pacquiao won to reclaim his belt.

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