Happy Holidays to you too.

Christmas will never be the same as it was being a little girl counting down the days, making lists, and counting the presents underneath the christmas tree.

It's true, the older you get the worst Christmas gets.

The first week of the Christmas break for me has been sleep, work, eat, and more sleep. I did apply to Universities (Ryerson Fashion, Film, Graphic Communication Management & OCAD Advertising), but I have not done anything to build up the portfolios required. But I'm only halfway screwed, I guess. To prevent myself from being fully screwed, I got to work my ass off next week; at least to finish up the illustrations for fashion.

As of now, I'm still relaxing, and enjoying all the food at Christmastime.

Yesterday was fun, the party was at my house meaning Philipino buffet, dancing, karaoke, and a whole lot of laughing. My presents consisted of $30 worth of Starbucks gift cards, money, and chocolates.

But the real Christmas for me is tomorrow.

I'll probably forget to blog this tomorrow, so,

HAVE A MERRY BOXING DAY.

Pretty in pink- SHOES.

Taylor Momsen,

you feel my swag.

Here's to letting go of everything I ever wanted.

This is for every person who has held hope in finding love, and holding on to one person for too long even after all the heartbreak; hoping that there will come a time when that person could realize how much you want to love them and give that to you in return.

But I say to you, fuck it. Seriously.

I can't even begin to explain how much hope I kept in the back of my mind for one person, for way too long. I've never fallen inlove, but he was the closest thing to it. Everytime he came around, I felt more alive than ever. And I can't even remember how many nights of conversations I've poured my heart for him. I know, and he knows that no other girl could care for him as much I ever will. Pretty much. Funny thing is, as much as I wanted it, being together was never on the list for him. Nonetheless, there was (stupid) me holding on to hope in the back of my mind, that one day he'll wake up and give me the same kind of attention I give him.

But here's to realizing for the last time that too much time has been wasted and accepting it completely. And here's me waking up to the day that I'll let go of everything that ever had to do with him. Hell, here's to letting go of ever trying to find something out there. I don't want any of it anymore.

Here's to feeling so low, you don't want to feel anything anymore.

A Sleepover, Mama's birthday, and H&M Christmas Dinner

Friday

Had a great time with a good friend; Esther Battista. Of course, we did whatever girls are supposed to do at slumber parties. Plan a party, have never ending girl talks, and be camera whores for at least an hour.

Saturday

Slept in during the day. And mom's birthday party with family and friends, and we watched UP which is officially the cutest movie forever.

Sunday

Had a nice cup of starbucks by myself, and started reading Snuff (Chuck Palahniuk)

H&M Christmas Dinner at Moxie's. I got Belgium chocolate and soap from Lush from my kris kringle! And funny story: I ordered Calamari, but ended up getting it off my bill because I told them it tastes like shit. Simple as that.