there's a christmas carol that goes..."said the night wind to the little lamb....." one part of it goes something like "said the shepherd boy to the mighty king...do you know what i know, a child lays shivering in the cold in your kingdom...." i dont really know the words but that piece of the carol always gets me. and yes, christmas is one of the saddest holidays if you remember that easter comes up. i mean, we should be grateful for the passion, but it doesn't take away the guilt and gratitude felt in John 3:16.
today, my friend told me that in venezuela she used to write letters to el nino jesus when she was little. apparently, el nino is the "santa" in venezuela. she will send her christmas list to him. but it was nice to hear that at least somewhere, it wasn't all about the commercialism and having to buy presents only. then she was telling me how she cannot understand how the bunny fits into easter...now, the bunny is cute, adorable in fact, but how did it ever replace Jesus? People associate easter with the bunny more than the crucifixion and resurrection of Christ. but hopefully, one day we get reminded and it will be better.
I haven't been spending much time lately in the house. according to my mom, all i do is sleep in here, wake up just in time to say prayers and then leave the house once more. I guess i have gotten used to that because it is hard to break it. really, i feel a little guilty about not spending much time with them lately but hopefully it will pass over. according to them, i spend more time with ami than them and according to ami, i spend more time with them than with him...so my solution...cut me down the middle!!!!! i feel like a celebrity;0) nah, just been really busy lately. that's all.
actually, in rationalizing things out, there are certain days that i like to be home...like sundays. the rest of the days, i really like being out. no, i'm not a "homey" person...except for in the night in time to watch the comedy central lineup and have my coffee at the same time. that will explain why i am up to this hour online. It's 2:31 am and i should be sleeping because tomorrow when i have to wake up, it is going to be trouble. ami's graduation starts at 9 am. the problem is that i will have to bank my lost sleep. yes, furgie will say that sleeping is what i do best.
i ordered an eggless cake for ami's graduation. actually mummy did. but i have to pick it up. the thing is that his older sister also got him a cake from another supermarket. i was actually being greedy for cake because i cannot eat the cake she will bring because of the eggs....so basically, i'm ensuring my own "eats." really, i hope she doesn't mind. at least ami will be happy. he's getting two cakes!!! but then again, i think it is only furgie and i that get this crazy over cake. we just finished vinod's birthday cake in less than two days....that will not be good for the diet but it sure was good cake...and it's not like if we have it everyday (i'm rationalizing again!).
since i wasn't home all week really...i decided that when i got home from work, i would do something in the house. i ended up right in my corner....that is, i ended up in my bed and i didn't wake up until it was 3 hours after. so during the breaks in my comedy central lineup, i put up the tree with vinod and since i am the youngest, i got to put up the star. not that it really matters, but he let me do it anyway. he's really cool about christmas. the tree is beautiful. this time vin put it up so anyone passing on the road can see it through the glass in the front door. now, i need to find a really pretty nativity scene and put it by the tree. earlier this week, i hung my stockings up and nan pulled them down. i guess they weren't very fashionable. i had this really long one hanging up and i was joking that it was vin's since his feet are so big. my mom usually puts potatoes and stuff from the kitchen in them. it's hilarious. so, i guess the christmas season starts really after ami's graduation tomorrow. then i can start focusing on christmas really.
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