Goddess, I Am.

Our New Year’s Eve was a rather laid-back, almost subdued, affair. We all missed Mum, methinks. Not to mention her restaurant delivery perks, too, which is probably why we ended up with very little food compared to last year’s food coma – just a lechon (roast pig), two pasta dishes, leche flan, and Krispy Kremes. There were no presents, too (haha). Mostly, it was a night spent eating, talking, playing Monopoly, and lighting sparklers.

Even our usually rowdy neighborhood was a tad quiet. There seemed to be a real shortage of fireworks this year. Or maybe it’s because most of our notorious firecracker-crazy neighbors opted for the pretty, colorful sort this year, rather than the rude and annoying whistle bombs and Judas belts of old. This is a good thing, mind you, because it’s pretty hard to enjoy the New Year countdown when you’re jumping out of your skin every two seconds. So yes, the gorgeous fireworks were a welcome change indeed.

My new tattoo was 2 days old by NYE, so you can just imagine how much it was smarting. Plus I was miffed at having to give up the New Year ensemble that I had so meticulously planned because I couldn’t wear shoes yet. I didn’t feel like taking any pictures at all. I let The Husband take over the photographer duties so he can break in the shiny new hybrid I gave him for Christmas, but he just ended up taking videos of fireworks mostly. Maybe I should’ve gotten him a video camera instead. *sigh*

But the best part about NYE this year was the nephew’s delight at, well, everything. This is the first NYE that the 2-year-old really enjoyed because he is now at that stage when he notices everything around him, so you can imagine what a novelty it was for him to see a pig on the table and pretty lights everywhere. It was muy cute.

Nevertheless, it was a lovely NYE spent with family. And I won in Monopoly for the first time that night, too, so that means I’m off to a good start, yes?

Christmas is meant to be over, right? Or am I missing something, because why is it I’m still running around like a headless chicken? I was expecting a calmer week, even with New Year’s Eve looming in the not-so-distant future, but nooooo – the malls are still packed (though not as bad as last week’s Black Friday-ish insanity, I must admit), the cab queues are still pretty bad (though not as bad as last week’s mayhem), and I’ve still got a gazillion things to do (though this is pretty much a constant in my life).

I would scream, but really, I’m too exhausted for that, too.

Thank God for delightful little things like these cheap-assed ankle boots and even cheaper fur vest.

Paris postcard top, Topshop; Gray faux fur vest, Dress O’Rama; DIY denim cutoffs; Tan ankle boots and pink socks from the Metro; Scrabble tile pendants from Thimble Cap

How about you? How are you coping with all this madness?

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WARNING: Picture-heavy post ahead!

So this is tad late, I know. But that’s okay because Christmas has barely started in some parts of the world as of this writing! Tee hee.

Red velvet babydoll dress, Forever 21; Glitter tights from Metro; Black booties, Parisian Jr.; Cameo necklace from the Innuendo store

Christmas with The Family is always a blast, and this year was no exception. It’s our first without Mum, though, so I did get quite teary-eyed when she called. But all in all, we had a ton of fun eating (a LOT), playing Guitar Hero and Monopoly, opening presents, and generally just goofing around.

The presents we all got were epic! I guess that’s the good thing about spending weeks spying on each other, hoping one will let slip what one wants for Christmas, haha! (A word of advice: Never underestimate the power of a well-placed hint, whether you desire flowers from http://www.proflowers.com/send-flowers-bsl, or a kick-arse gadget!) I’ll probably blog about this year’s loot . . . IF I can figure out where to start, that is!

From me and mine to you and yours, MERRY CHRISTMAS! <3<3<3

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Wow! I just realized that there are only a few days left before Christmas, and horror of all horrors, I still haven’t wrapped a thing! I wanted to wait until I was totally well, you see, so I can be of good Christmas cheer. Well, it looks like that’s not going to happen on time now – the getting well part, I mean. I have found Christmas cheer to be quite unstoppable, though, coughing fits and bruised ribs be damned!

And really, how can I not feel it, when I’ve got seven presents from The Husband? SEVEN! And this, from the man who hates Christmas. It puts me to shame.

So today I shall shop for more pressies. Thank heavens I don’t have to get anything major like a psp – or something! – anymore! Now I just need a few odds and ends for a few ‘minor’ (for lack of a better word, sorry!) recipients, and I’m all set.

That, mind you, actually sounds easier than it really is. So good luck to me and my (nearly) last minute shopping plans. Good luck to you, too, if you’re on the same boat.

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So it seems that I’ve dropped the ball on blogging. AGAIN. The past couple of weeks since I’ve been AWOL have been quite uneventful, except, of course, for the epic Manila weekend with The Sister and The Bestie where I kind of went crazy at Forever 21 . . . but that’s another story and another blog post.

I’ve been extremely sick with bronchitis since I’ve been back. This is something I get sporadically a couple of times a year or so, but this particular bout has been really bad. It’s a lot like having a dozen spyderco spyderhawk knives stabbing at my poor lungs and throat like clockwork, so I’m forever hacking away and throwing up everything I eat. It’s fuckin’ exhausting.

Neither The Husband nor I have slept right in over a week, and I’m just thankful that I seem to be finally getting better, as of this morning. I did not throw up once today, and I’m not coughing so much anymore. I’m on the road to recovery, and I’m happy again. Yey, me!

Still, it would be great if somebody could send new lungs my way for Christmas. Anybody?