I am not very religious. Being consistent with that, I am not particularly fond of celebrating Christmas. I find it overrated, and my family knows that. ( Noche Buena )
25th
I woke up around 11 am on Christmas day to the sound of my whole family
For the rest of the afternoon, I found myself going out of my room taking hourly food binges before I resume reading. This is my form of retaliation from the painful song Nobody which has been sang and danced with for almost 50 (yes, with the zero) times the whole day. That song pains me up until this very moment.
When everyone left, I thought I'd finally have my quiet time. Christmas is for mediation people! Hello?! But no, it was the helpers' turn to massacre the karaoke with all greatest hits of the 90s. You all want to enjoy yourselves, fine by me. I'd not be Scrooge this year. So I just turned TV on, put it in full volume, and pretend I was watching. After an hour or so, I gave up. I went to my room, shut out all the noise, and thought about the year that was.
I fell asleep.
26th
While eating breakfast, I heard my favorite holiday soundbite from my mother and sister.
Mother: My head hurts. May hangover ata ako.
Sister: Ayan kasi inom ng inom.
I thought, what the fuck?
I barely remember what I did on the 26th. Oh, it's because I didn't do anything. The family went out. I preferred to stay in the house, so did my father. Sometimes I think I'm more like him. It scares me though, I don't like him that much.
PS. I hope you had a meaningful Christmas, Christians.

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