Like cars who do not start right, like mine who dropped dead in the middle of my friend’s subdivision at 3am and the only person you know who’s awake is an exboyfriend who is not likely to help you anyway… I say, I need February to start off my year.
When the holidays leave you drained, you need a full month to get back into shape – especially when Sinulog gives you all the flu and asthma attacks it thinks you deserve after you just abused your body without sleep and rest. Sigh. Hello, February.
I live by the Chinese calendar because I know that February is always the start of the new year. FOR ME – cause it works everytime. Or so I think so. Well, I love that February has Valentines day in it and it gives me more reason to snap at people who are in love and mock them with their corniness. Validation again, is a killer.
Oh please. Allow me to roll my colored eyeballs.
I cannot believe its 2008 already. It is supposed to be a new year but old demons from the past keep on coming back. Demons that tend to tickle you senseless for a fleeting moment and after how many seconds you wonder what just transpired between then. Bah. Women. I hate that we’re wired that way.
This Valentine is somehow spent with family days before the actual date itself. Not that being home again merits another night out but also gives me time to celebrate my deceased grandfather’s birthday. What is with celebrating birthdays of the dead is probably something only Filipinos do but it sure took me home.