Do you realize that each time you attend your reunion, the chance and frequency of the same occassion to be repeated decreases as each one finishes? I am not to sound pessismistic during such a merry season but I just want to reiterate how much these reunions, no matter how fattening, diet-ruining, and boring, still are the most precious and priceless presents you are to receive this Yuletide season.

Almost all my relatives came home from abroad after years of working over seas. It's such a great and blissful sight to see everyone (at least those that your familiar of) in your blood line together in one festive and joyous occassion. Bags of chocolates and gifts are like a bountiful harvest during this time.

So the next time you think of ditching your annual family reunion, think of the few years (which may be counted by the fingers in your hands) the elderly in your family may have left. Think of the miles they travelled and the hard-earned money they spend just to be with you during the holidays. Think of the picture takings, no matter how embarassing some may be because of inapproriate venues and timings (at least for you), as a sign of gratitude for them paying you a visit this Christmas. Because as much as we'd like to deny this cheesy and mushy truth, family will always come first.

A Blessed Christmas and a Blissful New Year to all. :)

I'm hooked. I've been having nightmares about me being a detective who solves crimes and stuff like that. I should watch Numbers moderately from now on. It's even more addictive than Grey's Anatomy. And for some strange reason, I now am seriously considering Criminology. Well given some impulsive ambitions made before, I assume this will last until I find myself a new TV series to spend hours on. Do yourself a favor and start watching NUMBERS!

Business Math and Economics frustrate me. I barely passed. It's crazy, I know. Considering that it these are the subjects I may have to deal with for the rest of my life. My career, success, and wealth depends on how well I will do in these two subjects. Sadly for me, I didn't kick off a good start. My only consolation is that I won't have to repeat these subjects next term. I don't want to end up in Liberal Arts (though it's the one closest to my heart). At least not yet.

Tomorrow is our annual holiday family reunion in Spiral. I've been trying to figure out a plan how to congest an international cuisine line up into my stomach. No breakfast, perhaps?

Two reasons why my life officially sucks in a span of 24 hours:

ONE:
My whole family thinks Miggy is Chinese. Last night, over at dinner, almost all of them cracked jokes about Miggy being Chinese:

1) Tita: Does he bring you siopao everytime? Tell him to bring Henlin next time ah!

2) Me: I'm going to school early tomorrow for course distribution.
Tita: oooohhh..course card ba talaga? Bakit naman ang aga?
Tito: Ahhh ganon talaga 'pag Chinese, kailangan umaga.
Me: :|

Half of our queer and eccentric clan is back for the holidays. The house hasn't been this disorganized since last December (make a guess why). The house looks like an evacuation center where literally every corner is covered with white plastic bags. Last night, I slept in my lola's room with balikbayan boxes beside me. The equilibrium is back in the Justo residence. Ahloveit:)

Christmas 2005

TWO:
I was barely awake and was "sleepwalking" (I woke up because of the damn balikbayan boxes at freaking 5:30am) when my mom said: "Nasunog ang Shoppesville kagabi. Looks like you're not going anywhere." UNBELIEVABLE. Now that really woke me up. I will meet up with tchu, jgo, f8, and jli in school first. We have to make a contingency plan.

Find a penny, pick it up, and all day long you'll have good luck.

I sure hope so.

I spent the day watching the story of an eccentric family full of radically different personalities. They're cartoons. So much for trying to make media and entertainment educational and resourceful. I watched it with my 7-year old brother who laughs at adult jokes! I'm so dead when my Mom finds out I'm letting him watch a german-speaking pervert who happens to be in a goldfish's body. Or how we both love the sarcastic space alien who's alcoholic, gay, and obese. American Dad is starting to be an addiction.

At least now I have a way to save him from further developing into a total geek who patronizes mr. bean and spongebob every freaking day. It's not the normal 7-year-old-addiction-to-cartoons anymore! Now just look who's talking. Save us!

mind boggling.

So technically, I'll be in my "2nd year" college when classes resume on January.

At least that's what I'd like myself to believe.

And yet, two terms and 42 units later, I still haven't made up my mind on what course I REALLY want to take. Sure this whole instant-pot-of-gold on Accountancy's side is getting 60% of me but it all turns into a mere mirage once I think of the remaining 40% that's still not convinced. A portion of that 40% makes me want to be a writer, but my sometimes narrow-minded mom brainwashes me and says writers don't get a good pay. Another part of me wants to be a doctor everytime I watch Grey's Anatomy. Pathetic, I know. Then there's my ill forgotten dream of getting in the Adverstising Industry. Success won't come until after the long run but living each day of your life squeezing out creative juices to make promising results isn't a bad consolation. Getting my life all sorted out will definitely be the first one on my New Year's resolution list.

silent but deadly

Silence is such a powerful technique to show the extremes of emotion.

Nothing hurts more than being hated discretely especially when you're the last one to know. Being oblivious from the fact that they don't want to be with you is worse than a slap on the face. You don't need to ask because it's already in front of your very eyes. You don't need to fight back because you WILL be the one at fault. You don't need to explain because majority will be on the opposite side as yours. Majority may not always be right but they will always end up having it their way. And sometimes, the only way to get through all these is thru the root of all evil called silence.

It kills me everytime I am put in an awkward situation wherein I don't know when to start speaking or even worse, how to. I have a tendency to be loquacious and not being able to speak for a minute or longer with someone I know I used to comfortably talk with isn't a very convenient situation. But I don't blame you, right now, silence is the best way to deal with it.

I'm just here. You know that.