Sunday, December 28, 2008

Happy Holidays! (New Year, not Christmas)

So. Christmas, huh?

I’ve never been a huge fan of the holiday, except the time Santa was real to me. (SANTA’S NOT REAL, KIDS!!! LIKE OMG WTF, RIGHT?!) It tends to bring out the emo in me, really, and I wallow in the emoness of it all like an… emo. Only without the hair and not so much eyeliner. Add to my personal issues the fact that The Boyfriend is overseas, and has been for over half a year now. So I hate the occasion. Or I like to pretend it means nothing to me. This year, however, my usual effort at pretending wasn’t necessary. I failed to acknowledge the holidays at all. It went by like fwoooooshhh. I skipped the eeeemo and went straight to the “Whoa WTF just happened? Christmas? Whuh?”

For quite literally the first time in my entire life, I wasn’t home for the holidays. I was in the same country, sure, but in a different house, in a different region, with different relatives. I had work at 3am Christmas morning so I couldn’t go home. (Santa, I want a car and driving skillz kthx.)

Cindy (Angeles cousin, current roommate and curly-haired version of me) and I came to a decision to bring out her old Harry Potter board games, while waiting for the clock to strike midnight on the 25th. So we nerded up ourselves all J.K. Rowling-like.

Harry Potter Clue-like game. Ha!

Note that this was only for The Sorcerer's Stone. Trivia almost a decade ago. *sweat*

I got to spend some time with my mom and brother on the day itself for a few hours around lunch til the afternoon when they came over. So it wasn’t such a dreary, lonely, away-from-the-family Christmas.

Also, got to spend time playing awesome Mario Kart on Wii with the Uichanco cousins.

This is the face of Concentration.

These are the faces of Concentration.

Later that day and for the rest of the night, I was back with the Angeleses: hung out, laughed at superficial things like we do, lamented about how we’re soooo broke… And us cousins Cindy, Neil, Juancho and I proceeded to throw our Christmas money away on baked tahong and cigarettes. 

The Philipp Morris is NOT MINE. -_-;;

This is our group pic.

Come to think of it, it wasn’t such a hellish Christmas. It was a good, clean fun-filled day — I’m okay with that. :)

And now we move on to the next holiday — one of my absolute favorites! — New Year’s Eve and the actual New Year! I already bought myself a new dress. (Like I said, I’m broke.) And I am filled with eager anticipation — to wear my new dress, to be able to use my new Starbucks planner, to get (just a little) drunk, to welcome 2009 with alcohol, yummy food and super lolos.

No merry Christmases from me, but I wish you all a really really HAPPY NEW YEAR! :D



  1. Happy new year too!

    Comment by Ade — Sunday, December 28, 2008 @ 1:45 pm | Reply

  2. Aaww. I miss you. I spent mine in a hospital.:( will definitely blog soon.:(

    anywho, lets try to see each other soon! mwah!

    Comment by The Lioness — Sunday, December 28, 2008 @ 2:12 pm | Reply

  3. cheers to 2009!

    Comment by kreg — Sunday, December 28, 2008 @ 2:47 pm | Reply

  4. It’s nice to know that you’ve been able to write a proper blog entry :)

    Comment by cindy — Sunday, December 28, 2008 @ 6:40 pm | Reply

  5. I fucking forgot that Christmas doesn’t exist to Jewel Angeles. Anyway, like you, I didn’t feel the Christmas rush and I only felt it when my bonus was slowly going, going, gone.

    Dammit. I’m broke.

    Comment by KC — Monday, December 29, 2008 @ 8:15 am | Reply

  6. Awww… I kinda envy your Christmas. I’d love to just slack around during the holidays, which I hate as well. Instead, after a boring night at work; I had to endure all the family belting out on videoke which they force me to take part in every darn year. Makes the holidays even worse, ugh.

    Comment by Anna Oh — Monday, December 29, 2008 @ 2:08 pm | Reply

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