One of the reasons why I like Christmas is because it comes barging in and makes its presence felt with a bang: Christmas carols are suddenly “in” again, and bright Christmas lights blink at me from some stranger’s house, each blink like a friendly little wave peeking from an inky black night.
Another year has gone by and I can’t believe I’ve been working for almost a couple of years now. It’s tiring to be an adult, and it’s pathetic that I still haven’t made that FULL transition from a kid to a full-pledged woman–hence, the frequent bouts of sickeningly existential Quarter Life Crises. It makes me feel old when I no longer receive gifts and moolah from fond aunts and uncles and ninongs and ninangs, instead I am now expected to give gifts and moolah to the, er, younger generation. And nothing makes me feel older than the fact that […]

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