In twelve hours or so it's going to be Christmas. My dad, two brothers and I are going to spend Christmas over at our Kaka Yaning's house (he is the older brother of my dad) I don't know why we call him Kaka though, I think that's a Spanish term because my great grandparents are Spanish, anyways that's where we are going in a few short hours and I'm dead excited for our first ever Christmas here in the big city of Manila! I even bought a red blouse to wear for tonight-- talk about being too CHRISTMASSY! We also bought gifts and wrapped them in red christmas wrappers, to give later to our manito and manita-- that's what we call people whom we picked out from the exchanging of gifts. I'm hoping to get a book for this Christmas, as many of you do not know, I am a bookworm. Yes, I love to read. Aside from blogging, writing and stuff on the net, I spend most of my leisure time reading, but I don't read super thick books in between semesters because I am a failure at catching up on something such as a very long story with so many characters and so many events. It's either I forget the story or I get bored. At the most I can finish a Jude Deveraux classic in 1 day tops, that is how much of a bookworm I can be, I set aside eating just to read the whole of the story. I do wonder if that is something to be considered as bad. I have been planning to buy a really good book this year, as a gift to myself, but unfortunately, I only come close to crappy ones sold at cheaper prices. I know, a bookworm who owns crappy books, but on the brighter side I don't have to spend too much money on very good reads, as they can be borrowed anytime from very good friends. But on that note of spending too much for a good book, well, I have in a way. I have spent much money on buying quality books for other people, and not for myself. I know, it is indeed a sad fact. Well, so much for this talk on books and being a bookworm, the whole point is I really wish to get a book this Christmas, I hope the person who picked me out would be wise enough to buy me a book rather than lip gloss or other beauty related products, really. All my life people who would give me gifts would give me something based on their outward impression of me and I'm not being ungrateful, I'm thankful for what I have received over the years its just that it would be nice to receive something that really defines me on the inside for a change. But I guess all this talk on how I badly want a book for Christmas is getting me nowhere! *insert LOL face here* I really want a book (again for the nth time), but I'm more stressed as to how I will get my butt down to the church I go to tomorrow when I will be miles away from it. Books or church I'd still go for church and I'm just sad and a bit annoyed at how my dad responded to my reaction. He was like: "Bring extra clothes." And I was like: "Why? Are we not coming back here for church tomorrow?", and he was like: "Are you serious?! They [people] will be tired by tomorrow because of Christmas", and I was like: "Okay, don't go, I will go." Then he starts talking to his brother on the phone how I can be so nagging because I'm forcing him to come to church with me because I have my friends back at church I look forward to seeing. Say what now?!!!! Where the hell did the "friends" start to come in?! I don't go to church because of friends, I would never go to church because of friends. And right now he's telling me hurtful things I don't ever want to hear especially that it will be Christmas hours from now and my oh-so-Christmassy-feeling would be all gone because of what he is telling me. I don't want to feel bad, I don't want to cry, I don't want to ruin my day but it's like how did I get into this picture? It's your life, your fault, why the hell did you even drag me into it, not to mention now that I'm just starting to get all Christmassy with everything?! Thanks Dad. You just ruined my almost perfect day. Now I'm all fucked up and I want no part of this Christmas Season you are having.
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