Christmas in Wellington

Just when I thought there was absolutely no way I would be able to relate to all (basically) of the Christmas clichés that I know of, because this year I’m in New Zealand where it’s summer in December (and therefore there are no chestnuts roasted in open fires), it suddenly rains. And on the day my sister and I decide to go Christmas shopping, too. Hence, people in jackets were abundant, and we felt like going to a café for the heat. And now at home I’m in a Christmas sweater sitting by the tree having a hot chocolate.

Of course it’s nice to have a different celebration for Christmas once in a while, but I am also glad to have this moment this year. 🙂

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Happy Holidays, Everyone!
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December 24th!

I’m not at all going on a holiday from work, but even I don’t have to work today and tomorrow because Christmas!

Some of my colleagues have been off from work since last Friday and we’re allowed to have a holiday break, but I really don’t mind working during this time. The office is quieter, and I feel more productive because the alternative would be staying at home and doing nothing. Or, maybe I would do errands for my mom, which isn’t something I get excited about. 😛

Anyway, I just finished my shift for today and since I’m attending the wedding of one of my best friends on Saturday, I opted not to file for OT on the 27th. I’ll be back to work on the 28th, though, so this isn’t even my last day of work for 2015 yet. So I actually don’t know why I’m updating my blog now, except that maybe because I have the feeling that the year already ended last Friday. I think it’s because I’ve always considered these next 2 and 1/2 weeks when we start with Christmas Eve and then transition into the new year a kind of floating period of the year where it’s neither this year nor the next. Just because so many things are happening simultaneously and consecutively and there are so many people around and it’s all really crazy.

I’ll be on my way home in a bit and I already know there’s a big pile of presents waiting for me. Not for me, of course. They’re presents I need to wrap for the Christmas parties I’ll be attending with my family tonight and tomorrow. I do enjoy wrapping presents so this isn’t such a bad activity. I just hope I’m not too exhausted by the time I finish wrapping them that I sleep through the Christmas parties. Again.

I don’t think I’ll be able to update my blog before Friday again so this is it!

Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to Everyone! 😀 😀 😀

8 Days Before Christmas

Let’s talk about recent events, shall we?

Perhaps the world will end on Friday. But I was watching a NatGeo special last night and it was talking about how the whole end of the world prediction by the Mayans is actually very vague. The world ending on 12.21.2012 is just one of the interpretations of one of the writings that archaeologists found. So it could very well be wrong, and there are apparently other texts that say that the Mayans didn’t believe that the world would end because they believed in cycles, which meant that the end of something would just bring about the beginning of something else, much like how the 20th century ended and the 21st century began. Not that I ever believed that the world would end on 12.21.2012 but I’m not judging the people who believe/d it either.

I saw another show on NatGeo last night, which was about testing your memory and I’m proud to say that out of the brain games they did, I was able to get an above average score. Of course, they were memory games and there was no math involved. I wish my mind was more well-rounded.

And speaking of wishing for things I don’t have, I realized just last Saturday (I know, it’s very strange considering I’ve been experiencing it for my entire life, basically) that I apparently have “Insecurity Attacks”. At least, that’s what my friend R called it. Is it a real thing? But even if it’s not, I would say that that is the most accurate description for what I have. You know those sudden bursts of self-pity when you just uncontrollably spew out everything you hate about yourself? Yeah. It happens to me a lot, but quite embarrassingly it happened last Saturday just before our Christmas party. My friends put make-up on me and as if my discomfort about make-up wasn’t enough, some of the people in our house (those inconsiderate ones, including and most especially E) called me a clown and/or a Kabuki actor, which was so not what I was going for. Let’s see you not have an insecurity attack after that.

Anyway, my office friends and I eventually made it to the Christmas party. We were too late to qualify for the raffle and I regret that I didn’t think of a very good back-up plan in case the driver didn’t show up (which, he didn’t, and that’s why we were very late) but at least we weren’t late for the start of the program, the dinner, the dance number (which was my reason for coming to the party) and the video presentations, which were really quite interesting.

The party was at this new hotel at The Fort, which made me feel like I was back at my old job, because my previous office was only a few buildings away. My 4 years worth of work experience in that area came in real handy as I was the one who led the way to the places that we went to after the party — Kuppa and Keg. We just walked because we’re without private transportation, which made me think that it’s probably high time I learn how to drive. Alas, I really feel like I’m too timid a person to drive.

We did ask the guys what they wanted to do after not enjoying themselves in Keg. I asked if they wanted to a) go dancing at a club or b) hang out at my house. They replied with the following:

K: Do I look like I’m in a dancing mood?
R: Did you say “club”? NO.

Not that I didn’t agree. Between you and me (and by you, I mean, the rest of the world), I’m really not fond of clubs/dancing either. So we spent the wee hours of the morning at my house. We got there a few minutes before 4 a.m., just in time to hear the bells of the chapel in front of my house ringing, signaling the start of Simbang Gabi. It’s been quite some time since I’ve seen the Simbang Gabi happening. We didn’t attend, but I still sort of felt the Christmas spirit, even though we were hanging out at the porch, not paying attention to the mass.

When the sun rose, we had danggit and garlic rice for breakfast. And we talked about The Morning Rush until it was 8 a.m. and everybody had to go home. I slept as soon as they all left and didn’t wake up until 12 hours later. But all in all, I’d say it was a pretty good weekend. Insecurity attacks notwithstanding.

@ keg after the party
Don’t our smiling faces say it all?

Post Christmas Post

So today I will write about the events that occurred in my life. No pictures, though. I’m too lazy to upload the pictures I took, and it’s not like I took a lot of pictures anyway.

The Christmas tradition in our family is that on the 24th, we spend it with my relatives on my dad’s side, and on the 25th we spend it with relatives on my mom’s side. This has worked very well for us since I was born and I really have no problems with it. I’m thinking that anyone who ever gets married should adapt this system, too.

Anyway, the usual Christmas family stuff are to be expected. Food, gifts, and noisy kids (or aunts and uncles can be noisy, too). I’m quite happy about our Christmas parties this year. I don’t really know why, I don’t think they’re much different from last year’s parties, but maybe I had a change in attitude or something? I think, it’s really good that E and I aren’t talking. And I’m thankful that I was finally able to delete his number from my phone, that way I wasn’t even tempted to call him today. I have always been sad about the fact that he, because of his religion, doesn’t celebrate Christmas, and so he can’t really relate to the stuff most people are usually concerned about this season, like gifts and decorations. And always, I feel like something’s missing because I can’t greet him, even if I want to greet him. But this year I didn’t even remember that I wanted to greet him. I guess this is a sign of improvement (on my part). And I’m hoping it will continue until I improve more and more and more. Before I met him, I think I was a pretty OK person then. I was just a little judgmental of people in love, but I’m more forgiving of them now.

But wait, wasn’t I talking about the holidays? Sorry about getting lost for a bit there.

It was really fun seeing all my nieces and nephews running around and being amusing. And on my mom’s family’s side, I had lots of fun singing “oldies” with my cousin and aunts on the karaoke machine. I missed my sister a lot, though. After all, she’s the best singer in the family.

‘Til next Christmas…