Achy, Breaky Holiday

It’s achy, breaky Holiday for me.

First, it was my scalp. My mom dabbed blackening solution on my not-so-bald head. And she didn’t know I have dandruff. The result? I got burned scalp, which until today I still suffer.

Second, I was down with allergy. My face got the worst hit. I developed red swells around my face much like pimples. And although the swells are no longer here, I still mourn the thought I can NO LONGER grab any food whatever my stomach craves. I have to bid sweet goodbye to my beloved Chicken and shrimps!

And the third one which by Ritcher scale I’ll have to classify intensity 7.0, is my back pain/ache. Sweet Mary! I’ve been suffering this pain last Wednesday and this didn’t improve. The pain is still much the same. It’s excruciating, mind you, because most of the time I spend lying on my bed. One false move would cause “tremors.”

There. By far, this is the worst holiday for me.

Christmas Wish List

It’s yuletide season once again!

I remember last year when I wrote my first Christmas Wish list. Only one out of ten came true. It wasn’t bad. It was expected. My wishes were so hard to be granted because I only wrote it for fun.

This time, however, I eschew material things, trim down my list, and wish away five things my beloved friends can afford to give to me.

Like last year, if you love me, read on…
Shall I start with number 1? I wish you’d send me a thank you letter. A letter that would make me laugh, smile, and cry – all in that order. This isn’t hard thing to do. Any piece of paper will do. And if you know me at all, you’ll know I’m easy to please.

Thanking me out loud would be my number 2. If you don’t know how to express your feelings in letters, saying them out loud is more than welcome.

Be generous.

Number 3 would be lending me a book you think I will love to read. Don’t fret, I read any genre. The biggest challenge though is to cajole me to finish it. Lately I’ve become so lazy finishing my books. The list of unfinished books is piling up.

A hug would definitely be my number 4. There’s always security and comfort that comes along with hugging – whether platonic, romantic, paternal, and maternal. Hug me – quick!

And lastly, my number 5 I shall keep it to myself. =)

You might have noticed how easy and simple my wishes are this time. Believe me, there’s no easy and simple in my list. This year, I hardly feel the Christmas spirit. It’s December but I don’t feel anything special. I couldn’t point out what’s wrong, but I can say it’s not right. It’s probably the economic crisis. It’s probably my thesis. Or it’s probably I’m getting jaded every year.

And my list would help bring back that Christmas spirit. Like magic.

Merry Christmas!