When did Zero become perfect?

I don’t remember how, but a while ago I happened upon blogs, owned by a number of girls all over the world, devoted to getting thin and skinny. I browsed through these pages and almost all entries talk about their everyday struggle for the scale streaks to keep on moving to the left.

I honestly thought it was a big bunch of crap. I mean, I’m guilty, I do have an entire entry about wanting to cast off a bit of my weight, or more than a bit maybe. Or I did make remarks about it in some of my entries. But to commit a whole blog account for just that doesn’t make any sense to me. They have to be downright insane to not do anything else but to obsess on losing pounds every single day.

I do understand there are a lot of blogs dedicated entirely to cooking, or fashion, or photography, or driving (?) even, but this thing’s different. I almost laughed when I saw these stuffs. Almost, because I didn’t. I realized that it is more alarming than funny. I find these girls miserable and it’s sad. These girls’ lives are seriously squandered.

I’m lucky I’m not that crazy. I am never really a fan of women with stick-thin bodies. Oh I hear you all say, “..just because you cannot have it”, I know, I know. Exactly, that’s why. Haha! But really, I never wanted a Runway body. An Underwear body, anyhow, I do prefer. Haha! Please don’t argue when I say Victoria’s Secret models are way hotter than Versace models. I mean, though some VS models do Versace too, they’re more appetizing and healthier I shall say when they do VS, with a little meat here and there. Hmm, sorry about the sidetrack but you do get my point about those pathetic women, right?

Why do I write?

For my hundredth blog entry, I planned to make a list of a hundred reasons why I write. As expected, I could not think of that many reasons. I think I stopped before I even reached number ten. How pathetic that is. But just when I was about to slash this entry out, I stumbled upon this.

And my hundred reasons narrowed down into one.

Why do I write?

Because apparently, my drawing sucks.

Christmas Special

It's one day past Christmas Day. I spent the whole of it swimming in my bed. I didn't even bug myself to jump into a balmy, refreshing shower. Of course I didn’t plan on blurting that one out. The point is, I just waited for that day to be over. And now that it is, it’s just another day that I am likely to forget. Or not, since I didn’t even wash myself up and I looked grubby and grimy all day long.

The Noche Buena, however, was a happy one. Of course, that’s when the gift-giving happens. But I wasn’t at all excited about all the wrapped gifts with my name on them. I was a thousand more thrilled about seeing my family opened my gifts for them. This year, I really took time to shop presents for them. And I gave so much thought on each present. I was deliberating with myself whether to give this or that because I didn’t want to give just for the sake of giving. That’s just not me. So anyway, I was relieved and delighted that everyone liked my gifts. It made everything so worth it. And I’m sure I’ll be doing this every year from now on.

He loves his Barney too much.

He takes it with him wherever he goes now.

Now this one's just too pricey not to like. Haha!

As for myself, well, for the past few years I stopped doing Christmas wishlists. Because, one, I don’t almost always get them. I’d be so lucky if I’d get one or two out of ten. And two, because I stopped seeing Christmas as an excuse to be materialistic and bratty. I’m just too old for that.

This year though, I got the biggest and greatest gift there could possibly be. Well, it’s not only for me but for everyone. My sister’s delivered the most gigantic and unexpected news, to say the least – she’s two-month pregnant with her third child. She said that the Chinese calendar says it would be a baby girl. Or she likes to believe so, and we do too. In case, it would be my very first niece. Oh good Lord, you just don’t know how depressing it is to just look out for toy guns and cars and basketball with the colors blue and black and red. I am just so happy the section for little girls’ toys won’t be restricted anymore and shopping for my pamangkins would be a lot more pleasurable.

Happy Holidays, everyone!