Christmas 2005 (more like New Year's Eve)

December 25. Well, instead of a quiet type of day, it's hysteria. People, who long the touch of their relatives, are frantic enough for me to blow up.

And outside some brats are blowing up things. A lot. And really loud. New Year's spirit, I thought, is already here. (Maybe they prefer New Years eve after the get their hands on fireworks.)

As for this Christmas crap (and the forthcoming New Year's crap), I'm still sane.

A few reasons why I hate christmas (and why you shouldn't, too)

1. False Messages. "Give love," Sharing," "Peace and hope," and other insipid Christmas messages that tend to tick me off. These days messages like these would turn out to be crap, as they are usually disregarded in the end. However hard you campaign just to make a reality to these fake messages, there would always be antagonists, and there are plenty of them around you.
2. Annoying Cheers. Carols and carolers also tend to tick me off. I'd rather push them off a building, than getting innocent people killed as a result of excessive christmas songs. Also, I really hate the fact that they would request some incentive after every song number (even if you didn't even cared to hear them). Some might even force you to shell out all your cash. Hell for them They'll just damage my hearing.
3. Migrane. The effect of exposute to any or all reasons on this rant-list. And I even wondered why I bothered to put this one in the middle.
   Migrane, vein popping stress. They're just the same in the end, I commented as someone hurled me an insult (maybe the guy hates Christmas loathers). Migrane can kill. Stress can kill. Both can kill you. So that's why people hate their brains about to implode, especially when it's Christmas.
4. Last day shopping. Last minute shopping, as it is called in the US. Here in the Philippines, it's named last day shopping, since the malls close the day before Christmas.
   I just hate visiting the malls, especially during December when people push each other off buildings. They all hurry and beat the clock, as if The End hath cometh. My plans to be alone in vacation in a mall is always spoiled by the increased human traffic in these shopping centers. And I didn't even bothered to think of staying away from malls.
5. Obligation. Christmas turns into a necessity when people demand you gifts (or when people demand you to accept their gifts). You have to give, give, give, and even if everyone says that it's the thought that counts, the terrible truth is that no one really wants another scented candle. (Wait. I felt liked I just ripped the last line form a book.)
   Just like I said, this occassion turns out to be a requirement in your life. You have to celebrate it, or face extinction or excommunication form the Church. Like, will I graduate if I celebrate Christmas?
6. TO SAVE YOUR SOULS FROM DEATH!!! Read starement number 3 again, if you don't wanna die.
   
   

The weather's making me sick

Uh. The weather today may be sunny, but the temperature dropped to 21 degrees celcius as the Holiday season comes upon us again. Maybe the analysts were right: we are at the verge of extinction... unless we adapt to the quickly changing climate.

But me? I'm not adapting fast enough. Maybe I could die later.

Also to that, I couldn't think well. I flunked an exam a while ago. Darn. It was me after all...

Look out, it's Christmas! Run for your lives!

Aaargh, Christmas! The dang occasion is here again. I'll be seeing fake plastic trees again. I'll be finding blindingly annoying lights everywhere again. Santas and gifts loitering around the already-dirty nation. I'll be sung by people having false cheer. I'll be stuck in a sea of traffic with nothing to look at but the sight and sound of good old rusty cars. Oh how I love to loathe everytime the -ber months come to pass (from September). Damn this f****ng life. I just wish people are literate enough not to believe in Santa Clause and false carols. Oh yes, say that I'm a pure Grinch, but I do. I'd rather enjoy the noise of New Year instead of the honking of people during Christmas.

Oh well... live dangerously.

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I can't believe Christmas is here to haunt again (yep, I don't treat it as a blessing). I'll be walking around the streets again, seeing people with red headgears and boxes at their arms, then laugh at me for not celebrating the spirit. So? I'd rather not accept a colored-wrapped gift box that actually contains explosives that blow up when opened. I'd rather not come to parties and suffer stroke. I'd rather sleep than listening to insipid radio tunes. I'd rather die peacefully than live despairingly. So?

Anyway, I'll have to increase my resistance against crazy mobs again, 'coz they're ready and willing to hit people just to be able to cherish the occasion.

Go to hell, Christmas freaks.

Hmm... No-one's visitng...

Well, looks like I'll fall down with a noose around my neck... and my computer on the other end.

From the past week, I'm looking on my blogs' stats, and no-one's ever visitng. Hmm... Probably Friendster's being too rich these days. Hell with them.

But, in all, I'm gonna die... unpopular.

Everybody else does.

Halloween may have left (for now), but...

I'm glad Halloween's over (Wait. I should've posted this thing a week ago). All those creepy false horror's making me and my stomach loathe and retch. I mean why would those pesky kids and mall staff (yup, even adults) attempt to scare me with rubber masks and plastic suits. I'd be glad to scream and pass out if it turns out that there's something much worse under the costume.

Well anyway, back to the topic. Halloween's over, right. But how come the ghosts didn't leave? Isn't one day enough for them to scare the wits out of trick-or-treating people? Or were their restless souls so restless as if they took too much caffeine before they dropped dead (Or did they overdosed on coffee and died of it)?

One thing, for sure, is that they won't be leaving this wasteland for the rest of our (and their) lives. We can't blame them for being restless anyway, so let's just forget them.

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Look who came for a photo opportunity. A ghost (right)! And an orb (left)!



My siblings treated it as a hoax. Why would it be a hoax if it came straight from the camera? You decide.

The dead are walking...

It's halloween again. And I'm so happy I'm screwing up my semestral break.

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Last night was great. Ghost stories, ghost apparitions, ghost pieces of any crap. It's just a vibe of harmless and harmful horror, packed up in just one day. Oh how I wanted to scare my younger brat girl again and again.

Well whatever really happened, the spirit of the occasion never really rose higher. Maybe I'm hallucinating that All Souls' Day exists. Probably screaming-for-mama month was a hoax, just like the SNL lipsync does.

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Well, it's just not great.

I'm bored.