Everyday is Christmas For Me

It’s that season again where everyone gives gifts to their loved ones. And I’m not an exception to this. I gave my grandma a candle, a box of chocolate and a grocery gift card. I also got some other people gifts which I haven’t exactly had the chance to give it. I know it’s days late of Christmas already. But hey, they say every day is Christmas, right?

You’re probably wondering how my Christmas went. Well, it went exactly how my rest day usually goes. Imagine me waking up at 10 o’clock and spending the next hour browsing social media. After opening and checking every email and messages here and there, I would lay for another, let’s say, 30 minutes just thinking about how to spend the rest of my day.  Just when I thought I could lay for another 30 minutes, my tummy would scream and tell me to get my ass up and feed it. And there would I be, trudging to the kitchen and opening the fridge when I obv knew there would be nothing there for me. Hence, grabbing a banana and warming milk would be my only choice for my hungry tummy. All right, what time would it be by then? Oh right, it’d be around 2 o’clock. Time to Netflix and do some shit simultaneously. And yes, don’t worry, I still do understand what’s happening with the movie. I’m smart like that.  My mom would be calling at any time since it’d be morning in the Philippines. We’d talk for hours and while I’m still willing to talk for another lifetime, she’d be sorry and hung up ’cause papers are filing up her table and needs to finish them ASAP. No worries, I’ll just pop right back to binge-watching. And then, time for dinner. I’d draw a bath and pour Your Highness a glass of wine. I’d be blasting the sound in the bathroom and have the time of my life. After that refreshing moment, I’d fix myself and look myself in the mirror that would either result in me saying wow my skin looks nice today or yikes when would I ever love my skin. And then, pour another wine because I never settle for just a glass of something dear. I’m not satisfied like that. With my mind being poisoned by alcohol, I’d be brought in a different world where I see life as very interesting one. But of course, I told you I’m smart, right? I’d know when to stop taking drinks because I don’t wanna deal with hangover the next day. See that’s where the tricky part is every time. One has to be have a very strong will of stoping or else you’ll be a dead body walking the next day. And when I finally stop myself from drowning and realizing the bottle’s almost three quarters done, I’d close my eyes. Closing my eyes because tomorrow is another day for me to make things happen. Phew, that was some narration I did!

Anyway, just dropping by! Thanks for reading hihi!

Ja,

Glee

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