Not The Usual, Yet Still The Same. Wednesday, 122706

This year’s Christmas was both traditional and uhm, not my typical Christmas celebration. Traditional as in we go to the province for Christmas. Traditional because we did the usual videoke and stuff. And yet, it’s not my typical Christmas because for the first time, I wasn’t excited. I guess that’s the effect of growing up. I wasn’t really expecting that much.

All I can say is that this was one of the coldest emo-est Christmases I ever had. Real reason later. Well, not really, Kaye’s message made me really happy and at the same time made me cry. Aww, I miss her SO much. Love you, Kaye! Too bad that we didn’t see each other during the MCHS fair. I’ll post her message to me here later, when my phone’s fully charged already. Yes, I have to share it to you guys, since I was REALLY touched by it. *tear rolls down her face*

I didn’t get that much gifts this Christmas, though I don’t really care. I don’t. Though I was a bit mortified when I got a towel (it’s pink, if you won’t mind) from my Ninang. Hehe. Inside joke. Right, Joe? *winks*

And ZOMG, I got a Team Manila bag! *sighs* I love Team Manila’s designs, they’re so kewl! Hmm, what else? Got some money, got this book (Fermat’s Last Theorem = xⁿ + yⁿ =! zⁿ, =! means not equal to) and got loads of bags. O_O I honestly don’t know why I got a lot of bags. LOL People still give me kiddie stuff too. Hello Kitty? Mickey Mouse? Are they kidding me? I’m fine with SpongeBob (though I didn’t get any Spongebob item) but hey, I’m 14, not 4!

I also didn’t eat that much, particularly because uhm, I wasn’t in the mood to eat. I didn’t socialize that much either: in fact, I was sleeping most of the time, probably because of the exhausting trip. Yes, I’m bad, I didn’t talk that much to my cousins. Not even to those my age. -__-

Team Manila <3. LOL.

I’m willing to bet that I’m getting books next year, since I couldn’t stop reading (and sleeping) while I was there. I have to read some chapters of Noli again, though. And yes, I mean AGAIN. I read some just before Christmas but somehow, they got erased in my mind.

Now I hope my mom doesn’t forget to buy me that USB Flash Drive she promised me after I was forced to sing. YES. I WAS FORCED, DAMN. Hey, I didn’t want to sing but I want that USB so badly so I guess what happened next is totally predictable.

Now, for the emo part. Yes, this Christmas was indeed cold.

Oh, and I’m sorry but I have to do this: press enter, enter, enter, and enter some more.

One thing that made me emo: The day before Christmas Eve, I was reading someone’s blog entry (he/she shall not be named here). I can’t say what’s inside, it’s passwor-protected after all. But yeah, it made me realize a few things, most of which I shall keep to myself. Don’t worry, *insertblogpostauthor’snamehere*, God loves you so much. I mean, look, you do have friends who will support you, who will help you with your problems. Here’s a hug to stop you from crying (as if you are, LOL, don’t cry). *hugs*

Another thing: both *cough* and *ahem* didn’t greet me. Sure, this may seem shallow but if they really mean a lot to you (and I mean A LOT) then I guess you’ll feel a bit bad. Owel. I’m trying to understand them, anyway (though this will be pretty impossible; they’re guys, I’m a girl).

Yes, that’s how emo my Christmas was. It was blank. -__-

That was my Christmas. How was yours?