Not that I'm advertising it or anything.
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My christmas was much better than last year's. This time, I spent my Christmas Eve eating pizza and ham my brother and sister and the friggin cockroach which kept on pretending that he's this cute bird. To that cockroach: you'll never be a bird, for the love of God. I watched in awe as my sister opened her gifts from her classmates, and kinda pitied my ass for not being able to open at least one present because I've opened them all already. It would have been really nice though if my mom had bought the camera on her own and wrapped it and placed it under the Christmas tree. And then come Christmas Eve, I would grab that heavy box with my name on it and open it and scream "OH MY FRIGGIN GOD NO FRIGGIN WAY!" five times over, and be slapped by mom. But then she had to spoil the Christmas spirit by giving me money to buy it on my own. Aww, shucks. Someone's saving the drama for next year.
It was kinda weird though that even if I listened to this radio station which kept on playing christmas carols all week long, my system wasn't able to get hold of that Christmas feeling. God, we even watched this animated film on IMAX about Snowman wanting to take over Santa's place on Christmas day, and I still can't grasp of what's clearly happening, which is duh, Christmas. Until now that Christmas day is already over, the spirit is still yet to enter my system. Well, it's a bit too late now.
I don't know about you, but I think I am really getting too old for Christmas. At 17, I'm already apathetic to it and God knows how much more this apathy could get when I reach my 20's. I was just not in the mood to give gifts nor receive them, even if I kept on humming Sleigh Ride until now. Hence, the inferior number of gifts.
But you know what? Suck it. I don't care if I didn't receive a lot of gifts this year. It's not MY fault that Christmas doesn't like me. I don't like him either anyways.
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I know you've been waiting all year for this.
Oh yes. Yes it is.
I present you, my invisible audience, Lorainne's Unfulfilled Resolutions of 2008.
2008 has been such a sucky year, contrary to what Chinese people thought of it last year as being a lucky year since it has the number 8. And we all know that number 8 is considered lucky because 8 has no ends, therefore making the luck circulate in an enlosed area only. Lucky 8, being concentrated in an area, obviously means that it is perennial. I used to believe that one can never go wrong with this number, because aside from the fact that my grandmother who is part-Chinese would always point it out whenever she gets the chance, I loved doodling the number 8 till the paper tears out during Math class because I don't have to make an effort to lift my hand off the surface. My pen would just go round and round and round on the twisted circle, and for reasons unknown I found pleasure in doing so.
But the number 8 did not do any luck for this year, as all of us had bear witness to so many devastating things that happened. I for one was seriously pissed off at the gas prices that kept on increasing in the middle of the year. I was not able to enjoy my summer before college starts because fare prices were unreachable for quite sometime. And when it was time for college, I had to literally squish myself in the congested train just to get to school. Gargantuan numbers of people kept on swarming to the metro's train lines, and yeah, I think my claustrophobia has reached its second stage. I mean, if it has one or something. I, well, died. But the effort was all worth it because I luckily got exemplary grades for my first term, giving me the all the privileges only a dean's lister could get.
As if crashing stocks weren't enough, the world awoke to the news that Lehman Brothers, a high-rolling investment firm, filed for Chapter 11 bankruptcy protection. This means simply means that they're out of moolah, and every bank that had invested in this firm is dead meat. It seems really harmless, if you're looking at it on a really general point of view. But if you're smart and you know better than to be all apathetic about this, you would know that the mere filing of Lehman Brothers for bankruptcy lighted the wick of the candle of global financial crisis. After this, other companies and firms stopped hiding the truth that they are all suffering the strong verge of bankruptcy. A lot of jobs were cut, and inflation rate hiked to colossal percentages. It was like the modernized version of The Great Depression, only much more depressing because I was deeply affected by all of this. My dad works in a bank in Europe, making him very susceptible of losing his job anytime. This depressed me for quite some time, sure. But I moved on and just prayed to God that he stays where he is because he has a daughter who is about to finish her degree in four years.
Many other disastrous happenings occurred and well, I need not to elucidate them all to you. God, that's what CNN.com is for, goddamn it. But it's nice to know that we all managed to get through the year that was. May we all endure all of this shortcomings that 2008 have brought us, and may 2009 be a year of relief because dammit, 2008 redefined bullshitness right before our faces.
Alright, enough words of wisdom. Let's get it oooon.
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Lorainne's Unfulfilled Resolutions for 2008
1. Do a damn cold turkey regarding your Coke addiction.
AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN. This is probably the fifth time I made this resolution, and I swear to God, I just cannot put the damn thing into action. Every single time I see a bottle of Coke, I would instantly have this heinous thirst all of a sudden for it and I would do anything to have it in my throat. I was like a monstrous vampire who has this weird hankering for carbonated blood. When I entered college, my unearthly yearning for coke was satisfied because of the countless stalls that are selling the drink at the cheapest prize possible. And as if that wasn't enough, there are vending machines all over the campus, tempting me to stash some cash in exchange for an ice-cold can of coke.
I don't really know when will I stop drinking coke. I think it'll be better if I just stop making this a resolution for a new year because for the friggin love of God, it never ever happens. Somebody please kill me if I drink another bottle.
2. Spend less time on Bill Gates' rip-off.(PC, hello. Bullcrap. Don't pretend he didn't copy Jobs' binary codes just so he can have his own empire. Shame. He even copied Stephen Hawking's face. I will not be surprised if he has Beyonce's ass, or Angelina's lips.)
This one was very much violated. I'm already in college and paperworks are much much heavier than the ones we used to have in high school. My professor even told us that you can't survive in the campus without a laptop computer, making this resolution much more impossible to do than ever. I think I'll try to just lessen my Internet usage, for my own good.
3. Stop being such an agnostic BS.
I already stopped questioning God two years ago, and I must admit, it's kinda hard resisting to ask the same questions again that I used to have when I was still on the peak of my religion confusion. What's harder is studying in a Catholic university that seemingly lacks teenagers who have religious lapses or whatever. That being said, I can't help but divert back to where I was before I started raising questions; a catholic schoolgirl (there's no porn here, for crying out loud you perv you). I mean, sure, it does look like I'm changing, but I'm really not. My heart is still out there, looking for answers people around me can't provide. What's worse is that everytime I try to ask my own mother, she would accuse me of being a member of the dark side of some sort and would dig up my drawers for proof.
4. Cut down the fat, kiddo.
Like #1, I've been making this resolution incessantly already. But to my surprise, I was able to shed a few fat without starving my ass to death. All thanks to my parents who keep on restricting me to live in a dorm or boarding house that is close to my freaking far school. At first, I thought that I'm in for my own death because of the great tediousness commuting has brought about for my first few weeks of college. I was so not used to climbing up really high stairs and walking great distances. Never in my life had I even thought that I can climb my way up to the 9th floor of a building. But I did, I really did.
5. Stop making expectations already and learn from your past mistakes that has to do with expecting stuff.
I expected a lot of things that I am now regretting. Regretting that I even thought of it in the first place, and regretting that I did not appreciate other options. Expectations are pretty much normal, anyway. What makes them abnormal is how us humans react towards it. Some of us came out ecstatic, and a hefty amount came out defeated.
I came out ecstatic.
6. Don't ever ever consider picking up that cancer stick.
Oh God, I don't even know if there's a word that can describe how I highly-violated this resolution.
And I don't even want to elaborate the fuckingness of it all.
But then I suddenly remembered that this resolution list I made last year is to friggin long, and not all of them was even put into action because it quickly dissolved into microscopic particles right at the end of the first quarter of this year. So that alone makes this list, by far, the most useless list I've made in my whole life. God, my Christmas Wish List was much better.
So, in honor of my non-conformity and love for practicality, I will not be making any resolutions for the upcoming year, which is 2009. I can simply change without any stupid list that dictates what I should or should not do. It's like having this small elf on my shoulders, reminding me of my norms that I made in order to be a better person. And I don't need no elf.
Because every imbecile mistake already made me a better person. I don't think any other list can hold a candle to that. Not even my mom's grocery list that I once modified for my favor. Damn, I've never received such a long litany about chocolates in my whole seventeen years of living.
So yeah. If you want me to change, pray to God that I make stupid decisions again. I will not be accepting suggestions from any of you.
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