ang_chobibo

It’s Christmas eve and I have to report to work. That’s not what’s bothering me though it is a first. This is the first time in years that I am not as excited as the next child about the Yuletide Season. I am not my usual poster-girl-for-Christmas self. Something’s amiss. It’s very different. It’s making me edgy.

My mom will flying back home on the 31st. We’ve missed her too darn much. I’m planning street signs and tarpaulins for her. Our queen is finally coming home. She’s our homecoming queen.

I’m wondering what could be in your journal. I’ve always liked your writing style. Ridiculously sarcastic, disparagingly sharp. Very…ummmm…you! Haha.

I’m all about safety nowadays. How do you keep me safe? It’s quite obvious to me, I’m just giving you the avenue to verbalize it. I get a blank face. Argh. It’s a girl thing. It’s comparable to us knowing that you think (and we know) we are beautiful, it’s always nice to hear it too. (DUH)

How far will I go to make him not unhappy? Pardon the double negation, this is exactly what I mean. The question “how far will I go to make him happy?” does not capture what I want to ask. I guess, if it means tearing my heart (mind and soul too) to pieces and putting up a strong front, I’ll do it. Even the pretense of letting go. For humans, time heals right? I’m glad I ain’t a vampire.

I got what I wanted this Christmas (at least for the most part). I got the books that I wanted! And incidentally, I just made a new record. I almost am done reading the last book of a 4-book series. I am more than half-way through it. I started reading the 2nd book during my 1st day off from work, I finished it, finished the 3rd book and now I’m itching to go home and finish the last one too. Aside from it being a Hollywood phenomenon, the literature version is more fascinating and compelling. I have a highlighter ready while I’m reading. Wouldn’t want to miss marking the good parts. Sheesh. Feels like a college reading, but what the heck! My books, my life.

Is it the 31st yet?
Sigh.