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Kakatapos lang ng fifth season ng Game of Thrones.

Pagod ako, mga teh.

More tired and beaten in spirit than Cersei walking naked on the streets of King's Landing. It was emotionally draining. Maraming namatay. There were more questions than answers, and having to wait for 10 months is unbearable. Meganon? Speaking of questions, haven't you wondered why Cersei's "carpet" didn't match the "drapes"? Or why she even has "carpeting" for that matter? I mean, there was a scene in season 2 (or was it season 3) where Bran's wildling yaya (Osha?) seduced Theon (or was it his guard?) and she had what seemed like a Brazilian, and now here's the queen mother, as bushy as the Amazon. Ewan ko. Baka iba ang body hair convention sa Westeros.

Holidays, Holy Days, Crazy Days: Part 1

We're at the tail end of the holidays. Everything is winding down. Nabuksan na ang mga gifts. Napagtaguan na ang mga inaanak. Naubos ko na LAHAT ng chocolates.

I don't know what is it about the Christmas season that makes me crazy for it yet turns me literally crazy as it approaches. Case in point:

Yes, dear readers. That happened. Not the first time, actually. This time I realized it while hurriedly walking. I briefly looked down and saw my right foot wearing my patent pink flat, fully knowing I was wearing my floral one on my left. I shrieked a little, making Sharkteeth jump. Hahahaha! Good thing we were going to the grocery. When I asked the nice saleslady for some flipflops, she ushered me to the rack displaying Fitflops™ -- jowsko naman, pinakamura ay 1.8K, kasya nang pang-Noche Buena yun! I repeated myself, "Miss, flipflops, thongs, yung de-ipit." Understanding dawned, and with that she relegated me to the back of the grocery, and there I found flipflops. Flipflops, fifty pesos. Being saved from embarrassment, priceless.

I was so stressed last December because I took a brief time off work to attend my high school reunion. It's a kwento worthy of its own post pero I don't want to anymore. May mga nega parts kasi, and you know, new year, new beginnings, iwas nega. Suffice it to say, avoid nega people. Kung kelangang mag-deactivate ng Facebook, do so.

After I came back from the reunion, I got a bit under the weather and wasn't able to work for a few more days. Must be from all the late nights, bad (yet oh so delicious) food, and sleeping on the cold airport floor. So piled up na naman ang work-work, home-work, and Christmas-work ko. 

 

These were just about a third of all the gifts I wrapped for Christmas. Token ni S sa classmates nya. May dagdag na gifts pa for her close friends. Meron pa sa teachers. Saka for TheHusband's officemates and friends. For nephews and nieces. It was endless. There, let me see, 35 for her classmates, 12 for her friends, 7 for her teachers, 25 for TheHusband's officemates, and 7 for TheHusband's nephews and nieces. For my friends, family, and relatives, wala nang balot-balot. Yung ibang gifts, I brought with me when I flew to Manila. I thought baka pabuksan pa sa akin sa airport, masira lang ang balot. Paper bag na lang. Yung iba, I shipped. Up to the last minute, nag-si-ship pa ako. P for procrastination.
 
December 24 na when I was finally able to clean up the house and set up the decor. Yes, December 24. Nakahabol pa. I fought valiantly! Hahahaha! For the longest time, ang daming kalat sa living room. I was able to breathe a sigh of relief nung medyo maayos na ang living room.

Thank you again, Sheryl! So lovely.

One of my favorites

This is our white Christmas tree's swan song. Some parts developed rust and I covered them up with fake snow. It looked great at first, but the fake snow aggravated the rust and now it has creamy patches. Bye-bye, Christmas tree. You'll be missed.

I got inspired by Leah's roast chicken and made one for Christmas eve. But instead of Italian sausage, I used Hungarian sausage. #Rebel. Hahahaha! Seriously, I just used what I found in the ref. Cheddar and quezo de bola? Sure, why not?! Various unidentifiable leaves and herbs? Join in! The more, the merrier. Before cooking, I soaked the chicken sa milk to keep it juicy. I wasn't able to add yogurt sa stuffing kasi S made a bowl of fruit salad and added the yogurt by mistake. It turned up yummy and golden. Sayang, walang picture, kasi we were so hungry na.

With the exception of our gifts to each other and to Sharkteeth, most of the gifts had been opened na before Christmas eve. Alam nyo naman, low EQ. So many gifts! And talagang pinag-isipan. I don't deserve my friends, sa totoo lang. They are all so very nice and thoughtful. Thank you all so much.

My gift to myself

Come Christmas day, may sore eyes si Sam. Then the following day, si TheHusband naman and ako. The gift of Christmas. Falalalalalalalala! 

Batshit Crazy

I got a much-awaited email yesterday (has something to do with my previous post) and immediately forwarded it to my boss, along with a not-so-nice-but-not-overly-snarky comment about the sender. My thoughts were on something else when I hit the [send] button, and only after a moment did I realize that I did not hit the [forward] button in the first place, but the [reply] one. Ooooopppps. Too late. And this was the precise moment when I got batshit crazy! I must have scared my boss a little (he might even have regretted hiring me in the first place! hahaha!) when I barged into his office, my hair all frizzy, uncombed, and unkempt (just got to work, opened email first), my arms flailing around like Heidi Montag singing Higher, and with my power of speech taking a leave of absence and all that got out from my mouth were graaaaaaaaachhh baaaaaaahh whheeeeeeeeeekkk, which kinda makes a sheep more coherent than me.

Uh-Huh...

The househelp is hitting me for a loan to "pay" a priest to bless her house, because, according to her, her dead husband is haunting them and pulling their youngest son's leg when he's asleep.

Uh-huh.

Why do I have a feeling that it's my leg being pulled? And awake at that.