Current location:	Cebu
Current mood:	cheerful
Current music:	Straight, No Chaser- Christmas Medley

...And I'm back!
I was going through old journal entries, and stumbled upon this.

Christmas takes me back. I go through old photographs and letters, and it gets me thinking... where have all the years gone? It goes by so fast, and we don't even really realize it. I bet that exactly a year from now, I'll remember this exact moment-- Me, sitting in the bathroom, smoking a cigarette, while typing things into this blank textbox, that doesn't seem so blank anymore. And pretty sure I'll still be wondering where the years have gone. It's scary when you think about it.

You know what's even scarier?
Finding out that I wrote this exactly a year ago today, and that I'm still sitting on my bathroom floor, smoking a cigarette, typing things into an empty textbox, and I'm still actually wondering where the years have gone.

I smiled when I read that, truth be told. I like knowing that though everything around us is constantly changing, the little things still remain the same-- like how I still smoke in my bathroom, so my parents don't end up smelling it all over my sheets; How I still order the exact same thing in Ila Puti, a Salpicado and Sola Iced Tea; How I still manage to never find out what my parents are actually getting me for Christmas, they get better at hiding their gifts every year; How I act like a complete grouch when I'm being woken up early on Christmas morning, but my mood instantly turns around the moment I see the kids all excited to get their gifts.

Christmas is the most wonderful time of the year. And I don't care how utterly cliche that sounds, cause I think it's completely true. But the holidays are kind of bittersweet for me. I love being home, I love spending time with the kids, and I love seeing my friends again, BUT I am subconsciously counting the days til I can get back in the city, back in the arms of my boyfriend. I miss Enzo a lot, and I don't exactly want to describe how bad I've been feeling cause he's so far away. So I won't. But really, it's been hard. I just want to sleep through this entire vacation, and wake up knowing I can go back already.

On a much lighter note, I doubt my dad will get me a Macbook for Christmas. So far, they've shown no sign of interest. No matter how much I've been trying to push the issue, they still remain stiff about the whole ordeal. And my mom gave me the whole, "Don't expect so much, money's been hard." talk. So, okay. I guess I can say goodbye to my mac. Not that I'm complaining, really. I actually overheard my Dad asking his friend how much a Telephoto Lens for my Canon costs. OOH YAY. ( Okay, I'm beggining like a really spoiled brat. Ugh.)

I've also been going through my closet, and didn't realize til now how much clothes I have. I ought to put the ones I don't use at all in a giant box, and give them away to charity. Yeah, I think I'll do that. That should be my feel-good Christmas thing this year. But I'll only do this if I get a mac or a telephoto lens. Kidding.

Anyway, I'm going to run. I don't want to miss any more Christmas Specials on TV. I love watching those things.

Goodnight. Happy Holidays, from my family to yours. Hope you greedy fools get what you want!