What if, on Christmas, the beau finally breaks up with me, after years of our struggling to keep the relationship despite the difficult-than-the-average constraints? What if, on Christmas, I've been reduced to making novenas & crying? What if, after Christmas I'd decide to distract myself further with yoga, music, FOOD (because yes, it's that time of the month again) & the idea of combusting spontaneously?
It's that time of the year when I dread going out & feel doubly sorry for myself, but at the same time get (mildly) excited for the New Beginning. In line with the fuss, I try to make silly wishlists, & I ask for my friends' rendition in turn. Whether or not my silly wishes get granted immediately or a year after (or sometimes NOT AT ALL, much to my dismay) putting them in writing makes me feel less anxious. So let's swap. Haha. I promise to make my list as outrageous as possible. Should be fun.
But so far, here's what I DON'T want to get:
NO notebooks or photo albums NO candles (unless scented &/or really pretty) NO figurines or jars NO ugly pouches or boxes NO t-shirts with awful prints (unless you consider rock shirts ghastly, & in this case I'll gladly wear Slayer/Pantera) NO silly calendars (but the one with yoga poses in Fully Booked's good) NO cheap makeup — OK, I'm sounding pretty bitchy again — or dusting powder, & what other lame have you, like paperweights! NO sex toys (gagu ka AJ hayup wahaha) Most definitely NO fruitcake, either.
