About Me

Name: maan

Location: Philippines

i'm a total coffee addict. a hypomanic who runs and flips wild in the wards. has to constantly check on my schedule not because i forget things, but because i just obsessive-compulsively do so. i love singing and dancing so much, i just love having fun. and don't mess around with animals when i'm around, unless you want to be scalpeled down to your bones (just kiddin').

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I’m home alone, sipping another cup of coffee, making my post-Christmas blog. My parents are visiting my uncle in Lourdes hospital who had dyspnea due to yet unknown reason. I’m supposed to go to a party this evening. I have a choice of either going to my own highschool reunion or to Robert’s highschool reunion. However, I can’t come to either of the two due to some unfortunate circumstances which I prefer not elaborating in my blog. I just soothe myself by thinking that there’ll be another reunion party next year, and then the next year, and then the following year…so there’s no point of succumbing into a serious melancholy just because I missed a single party. Besides, I’m having a party of my own here at home…you know, me and the dogs. (haha!)

Maybe you’re already sensing that I’m not in my highest Christmas spirit. Yep, you’re thinking it right. It’s actually the first time I missed a Noche Buena. No dinner set on the table, no gift-giving, no Christmas hugs and kisses. Actually, my mom cooked a Noche Buena for us and there really were gifts to open. But it’s just that nobody’s in the mood. So I decided to sleep right through it but failed. My eyes were close but my mind was so hyperactive. Those neurons were synapsing nonstop. Haay…the sadness…

When I woke up the next morning, my parents were in a brighter mood so we ate our Noche Buena for breakfast. I was relieved to finally see the smiles on their faces. And yes, I was glad that my mom made that hot, thick and rich chocolate drink that I used to love when I was a kid. We opened our presents and I was happy when my mom opened my gift for her. Good thing I bought the right size coz I’ve been worrying that it would not fit her. I gave my dad a new belt because I don’t know what else to give him. He has a lot of clothes already (buti pa siya) and I know that if I give him a new pen or a pair of shades or even a book, he’ll lose it in just a matter of days. I received a new leather wallet and a new shirt. Gee, I was so glad to receive the wallet cause I’ve been planning to buy a new one anyway. And it’s actually the one I like. Very feminine but not too kikay.

I spent my Christmas afternoon with my boyfriend’s family. I ate a lot of spaghetti and a lot of salad (ever heard of macaroni fruit salad?). I was so bloated, I couldn’t even make a single move. Robert’s mom was worried I was gonna pass out or something. They were amazed to see me chasing Marty around the house some minutes later. I was so makulit after that, as in, there must be something in tita Ellen’s spaghetti, something that has a morphine-like effect on me. Anyway, I was glad my Christmas didn’t turn out to be as bad as I thought. Maybe it didn’t have a good start but it definitely had a good end.