I found out that I am mostly motivated by boredom.

Which is why I:
(a) went away on my own;
(b) bought random stuff for people who probably won't need such things;
(c) ate alone while laughing to myself (probably for the lack of onion rings);
(d) sat reading a book in the middle of a mall, beside giggly teenage girls ready to pounce on a slice of fame-pie;
(e) grabbed "Quidditch Through the Ages" for 15PhP;
(f) ended up in an Internet shop after hours of walking around too much;
(g) smiled when a Japanese dude yelled at me for blocking his view of his wife;
(h) am about to splurge on a Lomo camera. I don't know which yet, but I'm about to buy it unless someone stops me in the next hour.

Hoom. I have this stupid need to amuse myself, when I know I can't. And no, I'm not going home yet.

Vacation or not, I'm still gaaaah! bored.

Happyhalidees.

Happy Christmas (Chrismukkah yis? or December 25th!) of course. And Holidays for the many. ^^
Just a reminder, support S.P.E.W. Do not accept gifts made by exploited elves. Thank you.

And Glee!
Oh. Okay. I will now commence the Show, not Tell rule.

There was foreshadowing in my Christmas. Haha. Very nice. Leave it to some omniscient narrator to pattern my holiday on fiction.

My Christmas Eve started out with me dressing up in red as a family tradition. Not being a big fan of tradition, I wore these too:



In my thoughtpad, I wrote "I feel like Door from 'Neverwhere'. See my feet." Haha. Even my soles celebrate Gaimanmas. Well, if that was a holiday, they would celebrate it. Really. Maybe authors should have holidays. Hm. Something like Happy Gabriel Garcia-Marquezween! Errrr never mind.

Pseudo-interlude (or the bulk of a plot that goes nowhere):
Conversations with my Tito:
Tito: May boypren ka na?
Me: *troll face* Wala po. Ayoko po sa lalaki.
Tito: Ay! Iba ang dating sa akin niyan, Yam! Hahahaha!
Me: Ayoko din po sa babae. Asexual po ako.
Tito: *awkward pause* Ah.

Christmas with relatives. I always get to be the one who thinks up games, since the cousins I was with are all childriinnnn. Age. Hnrrr. I act as both playmate and baby-sitter, thank you Personalities. I made them play Charades. No one wanted to be Mrs. Santa Claus, but they were very keen on being Pikachu or Sharpay Evans. How odd.

Okay oh-hey. Gift-giving. When you're with kids, you get infected. Oh well. I promised myself I wouldn't open any presents until we got home. My mom handed me a thing wrapped in Toy Kingdom gift wrapper when we arrived at our house, and I thought it wasn't mine until she told me so. Hahaha.

The foreshadowing led to something I didn't even ask for!



Hee. X3

After efforts of deterring my parents from buying me anything, tada. Much glove. :D
I finished reading it this morning too. ^^

The gifts people give you tell a lot though. I think it's a measure of how much they know you. Scary. I was given the standard clothes-bags-perfume and lots of Jack Skellingtons. How do these fit in the number line? (o_o)

Oh well. There are only about 17 minutes left until the 26th of December intercepts. We went to mass and I kissed the knee of their baby Jesus.

There's the shocker ending of a not-so-story.

Oh look five minutes so goodbye and THANK YOU :)