Now that I'm writing this, I look at the time and it says 10:00 PM, 1/1/2015, so I guess it's safe to put "post" on the title? Because here in the house, all holiday celebrations had just ended. I said on the previous post how I wished for christmas to not end so quickly, sadly now it just ended and the new year too :( like bad times, good times expire just the same. Only, good times are sometimes followed by post holiday blues. Frankly, I'm starting to feel the syndrome and that's why i opted to write through this blog all my worries away.
First up, let me sum up everything that happened during the past weeks. You already know sister got back home from Kuwait on December 1st after almost three years. We made it up to the time lost by going to malls almost every weekend, doing whatever we think is fun and by us trying to be fast food invaders for several occasions until our intestines get suffocated. My only regret was when I got somewhat carefree, sometimes lazy, I never took pictures of us during those happy moments. You know it's hard to blog without some pictures.
With my sister on christmas day, I can say christmas was better than before. Lotsa food on the table but I cannot recall now what food we prepared on christmas because I never took pictures, see? Pictures are blog's bestfriend, And person-like-me-who-is-forgetful bestfriend. Come new year's day, now that is fresh baby :) we had lechon matched with pickled young papaya (which aputen and I made) to battle and digest easily the fats in lechon, we also had fruit salad, fresh lumpia, roasted bangus, spaghetti that I made (which Julien favorited the most), perfect segway ever, I know.
On to the aftermath of eating like there's no tomorrow, who doesn't feel bloated this festive time of the year? I actually visualizing the tons of food I swallowed from the time I last pooped until now, what the fuck! Gotta blame it on the truckload of food we prepared during new year's eve. A tradition that's hard to break. A tradition I call the culprit when everything goes out of control. Ahh traditions, like rules I wanna sometimes break. When will I have just wine and cake during special occasions? Can't christmas and new year be less expensive?
During my alone time, I dream of a simple life, I dream of spending christmas not in a mansion but in a small house built with combination of stones and logs. That explains why I love Baguio. In Baguio I can see a lot of rustic resto and lodge. It's where I first saw a fireplace, a forest of pine trees, hills, literally nature. By far a place so close to my childhood fairy tale fantasy. If I had the money now, I would buy a house and settle there for good. I would sit under a tree, on a wooden bench surrounded with grass so green, while having tea, while eating apple pie with family next to me, I haven't eaten an apple pie. Where in hell would I find an apple pie? Because in my dream, I banned all kinds of meat, junk food and all unhealthy food in the world. I only allowed my family to eat mostly fruits and vegetables. In my dream, we had less money but we were together and everyone was healthy.
I want to live in this house.
But this one is close to my dream house. Simple right? I'm simple like this.
I want to live in this house.
But this one is close to my dream house. Simple right? I'm simple like this.
Post holiday blues equals work for me and husband on monday, kids resuming school, sister returning back to Kuwait on tuesday, budget running low, everything going back to normal. I must think of ways to keep my spirit and hopes high but for now, I'm tired and energyless.
Happy new year to all of us!
Happy new year to all of us!
