Christmas 2008
Me: "Manang, dumating na ba yung regalo ko?"
Manang: "Yung ano?"
Me: "Yung regalo ko. Yung lalake na hiningi ko kay Santa..."
Manang: *laughter*
Me: "Manang seryoso akooo!!! Paki-akyat nalang sa room ko ha... pero 'pag panget pakitapon nalang. Saka pag-gago pakitapon rin. Saka 'pag taken pakitapon na rin..."
Manang: "Yas...ayaw mo ba si Brian?"
WAHHHHHHH. Brian is one of my closest gay friends / next-door neighbor. Hayyy. :p Life is crazy.
On a more serious tone, Christmas this year is different. Already anxious Mom is in an even more anxious mood, because Grandpa has Stage 5 Cancer. That means no Christmas reunion, Cebu trip cancelled and Christmas at the hospital. I don't mind because there's no one to blame, really, but somehow I just wish things were cheerier. Wish I could just tell Mom to breathe and relax but even if I've said that a BILLION times, she never seems to stop worrying. I guess I have no choice but to concede to the fact that "stress" is really ingrained in her system, and choose to look the other way instead. Dad has a better way of seeing things - "Circle of life, baby! At the end of the day, you just make the most of what you have."
Then again, who am I to complain about this "slightly melancholic" Christmas? At least we still got to dig in a fantastic Noche Buena (with Santi's Ham!), tear open presents and spend the Holidays as a family. Because really, that's all I want for Christmas. :)
Manang: "Yung ano?"
Me: "Yung regalo ko. Yung lalake na hiningi ko kay Santa..."
Manang: *laughter*
Me: "Manang seryoso akooo!!! Paki-akyat nalang sa room ko ha... pero 'pag panget pakitapon nalang. Saka pag-gago pakitapon rin. Saka 'pag taken pakitapon na rin..."
Manang: "Yas...ayaw mo ba si Brian?"
WAHHHHHHH. Brian is one of my closest gay friends / next-door neighbor. Hayyy. :p Life is crazy.
On a more serious tone, Christmas this year is different. Already anxious Mom is in an even more anxious mood, because Grandpa has Stage 5 Cancer. That means no Christmas reunion, Cebu trip cancelled and Christmas at the hospital. I don't mind because there's no one to blame, really, but somehow I just wish things were cheerier. Wish I could just tell Mom to breathe and relax but even if I've said that a BILLION times, she never seems to stop worrying. I guess I have no choice but to concede to the fact that "stress" is really ingrained in her system, and choose to look the other way instead. Dad has a better way of seeing things - "Circle of life, baby! At the end of the day, you just make the most of what you have."
Then again, who am I to complain about this "slightly melancholic" Christmas? At least we still got to dig in a fantastic Noche Buena (with Santi's Ham!), tear open presents and spend the Holidays as a family. Because really, that's all I want for Christmas. :)