A bipolar christmas weekend.
Here I am in Netopia again, spending my pamasko. Frankly, I'm too lazy to type in an entry today. I haven't been sleeping much since the 24th but now that I'm here, what the hell? I'll just have to type in how I spent my Christmas in both sides of my family so I'll have something to laugh about later. So here I go...
Madamba's Christmas:
Gosh, I can't even begin to explain these people. I know it's mean to bash about your family ties, but if you're in my shoes, you'll have every right in the world to rant and be bitchy about it. They suck. They go around snubbing me and my sisters as usual like the usual spoiled socialites they are. I don't get it. But now seeing their true colors a few years back I know I've made a right choice. They go around with their latest phones, faceless boyfriends and girlfriends, clothing labels, their cool exteriors saying they want to a new car, a new house, and practically anything that moves. Materialism is definitely not me. Cars, phones...they're all the same thing. They're just the types that never get satisfied. And Gianna. The little princess of the house. I definitely don't want to start on that.
Weirdos. No wonder my father's becoming really annoying to me lately.
Come to think of it, I have to give them a little bit of credit. Most of my characteristics, I actually inherited from them. If it weren't for them, I wouldn't be the person that I am today. Erratic, as John would say. Erratic is definitely me. And I thank them for that. But that's about it.
My personality's a blessing and a curse at the same time.
Bolinao's Christmas:
This was my homebase. Although I felt a little twinge of sadness for my other relatives now residing abroad, it was more happier there. No riches and socialites to see. It was only our family and Tita Analie celebrating at Cavite. Tito Jimmy and Tito Arnold didn't make it because their wives are both conniving shrews. Don't ask.
Oh well, I'm telling it rather short. I love the baby pink perforated Hello Kitty bag Tita Analie gave me. I know, me and pink definitely don't match. But it's the carrying the counts. Besides, it'll be 2007 soon.
...
God, 2007 is coming nearer than I thought, with a lot of promises in store. Our community service, our statistical analysis on data taken, our oral defense, our battery exam...I'm definitely going nuts after that.
...
Fuck.
Madamba's Christmas:
Gosh, I can't even begin to explain these people. I know it's mean to bash about your family ties, but if you're in my shoes, you'll have every right in the world to rant and be bitchy about it. They suck. They go around snubbing me and my sisters as usual like the usual spoiled socialites they are. I don't get it. But now seeing their true colors a few years back I know I've made a right choice. They go around with their latest phones, faceless boyfriends and girlfriends, clothing labels, their cool exteriors saying they want to a new car, a new house, and practically anything that moves. Materialism is definitely not me. Cars, phones...they're all the same thing. They're just the types that never get satisfied. And Gianna. The little princess of the house. I definitely don't want to start on that.
Weirdos. No wonder my father's becoming really annoying to me lately.
Come to think of it, I have to give them a little bit of credit. Most of my characteristics, I actually inherited from them. If it weren't for them, I wouldn't be the person that I am today. Erratic, as John would say. Erratic is definitely me. And I thank them for that. But that's about it.
My personality's a blessing and a curse at the same time.
Bolinao's Christmas:
This was my homebase. Although I felt a little twinge of sadness for my other relatives now residing abroad, it was more happier there. No riches and socialites to see. It was only our family and Tita Analie celebrating at Cavite. Tito Jimmy and Tito Arnold didn't make it because their wives are both conniving shrews. Don't ask.
Oh well, I'm telling it rather short. I love the baby pink perforated Hello Kitty bag Tita Analie gave me. I know, me and pink definitely don't match. But it's the carrying the counts. Besides, it'll be 2007 soon.
...
God, 2007 is coming nearer than I thought, with a lot of promises in store. Our community service, our statistical analysis on data taken, our oral defense, our battery exam...I'm definitely going nuts after that.
...
Fuck.