Monday, December 24, 2007

Because Christmas Melts The Heart Of Every Material Girl


Over the years, I've wished for many, MANY other things.
From Mermaid Barbies to liposuctions (I never really knew how to spell this one, which is probably why Santa never gave me), the material girl in me has never been tamed, never been subsided, never been conquered, never been defeated. My inconveniently discontented alter-ego is still fully active.

Not that I would like to be the contented-for-Christmas kind of person.

HELLO? This is me we're talking about.
I'll ALWAYS want to get something. Despite time and season, my To Buy list forever regenerates itself, adding more and more material stuff that gets 'more and more' impossible to get. PDAs and Kindles and Tablets and DSLRs and Houses- it's hard to keep track of the possible budget I'd set aside in order to get each and every one of them.

Of course, being the great copycats of the Westerners and having ZERO originality, stockings are filled every Christmas with my special note to Santa, of Polly Pockets and John Mayer engagements and all sorts of nonsensical stuff. Every year, I'd fool myself in believing that THIS time, Santa WILL come.

One thing that's really annoying though, is that Santa never really found his way to our house. I don't know if he's just too fat to fit in the front door, or anywhere else for that matter, or my parents just didn't want to see me acting like a good kid for all the wrong reasons. Either way, of course, I was pissed. I mean, HELLO? Even if, by now, I know the secret to 'Jolly Old Saint Nicholas', they could've made the most out of my naive, innocent years and fed my hunger for some Santa loving. Really now. We could've talked about my attempts to stay up 'till the wee hours of midnight, just to catch Santa, even though I never did ('cause he never came). At least, we'd have my stupidity to laugh about during the Christmas season.

My being deprived by Santa didn't really prevent me from asking for more things as the years went by. I'm still the same material girl that Madonna sings about. Or was it really Madonna?

This Christmas, I could wish for anything I wanted: nicer hair, thinner legs, even a fcuking boy (or BOYS, if God is in my favor) if I wanted to. But this year, I guess I'm taking a break from all my awesome self-centeredness and try being a saint (like my name, Therese, suggests). I mean, money is just, BLAH. I can always earn that, for I know in my heart that I'll be a fantabulously loaded working girl in the future anyway. HAH! But really. Barbies will be around for an awfully long time, so I can always get a box or two whenever I want.

Ideally, the bitchiness of our own schools will have truly rubbed in on us. We should've been so used to homework harassment that we'd be regarded as numb towards feeling anything close to heartwarming. However, all these Christmas lights and heavenly carols really have ways of messing up people's brains. I've suddenly turned into a Miss Compassionate just like THAT. For some reason, I miss my old, condemning self. I've never been good at being nicey nicey, sugarcoating everything with smiles and plasticity. However, today I make an exception. I may be, for the first time, ever, trying to be genuinely nice. *shivers*
But seriously.

I guess, what I'm really trying to say is, I wish God would give us all these wonderful, abstract, immaterial things for Christmas. I wish we'd all get that great kind of love all those singers and poets are raving about. The kind of love that's unconditional and selfless. One that understands and forgives. I wish He'd give us ambition, so we never lose sight of our heart's desires. I pray that He'd give us hope, so that we'd all have something to prey on, as we climb up and conquer our aspirations. I hope He'd grant us humility, freedom, friendship, spontaneity, contentment, luck, and everything else in our wishful, little hearts.

And I hope, somewhere along the way, we'd be satisfied.

Happy Christmas to you and your ultra fantabulous family!
Always remember that somebody loves you, but this doesn't necessarily mean that that somebody is me. HAH. Kidding. ;)

Wishing you love and all that crazy jazz,

Reesey Peasy.


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previous posts
~ Then POOF! I Became A Vocalist!
~ Christmas Demands
~ Shameless Plug
~ Future Devirginizers
~ We Have To End This
~ Roadtrips and Single Awareness Days
~ Facing Up
~ Cleverly Out-Lettered
~ Just Breathe
~ Hating
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random reads
randomness
my Deviant Art account: where photography is humdrum
my multiply: click for weirdness
lemony snicket: my hero
roald dahl: twisted
dr. seuss: for those who dare eat green eggs and ham
amazon: life's just like one
wikipedia: where you find everything.

crazy cousins
ate meg: adventure diva
ate che: misyoo

suckish schoolmates (kidding :))
ces: katotong hudas
koko: psycho
trixie: confused
kar: gossip girl mate :))
nikki: the white witch
paula: # 1 DJ
ella: great thoughts
hannah:donato
via: THE dancer
poj: kapits! :))
aiafafs: YA astig? :))

gem: gottalovedogs
danica: kitty witty?
krista: *yaya?*
nicki: html goddess
alex: the ultimate GENIUS
jescia: in LOVE
cha: bulang-guguuuuu!
joan: ee
frances: olan
phyl: reech keed?
yna: ahoho
danie: superrr
lori: nator
marion: busmate!
ate nica: harmoNICa (?)

some teachers
ate min: banaag '05
sir trogo: trogi the pogi
miss jennie jo: juniper

freako friends
ace: ex-shsian
odi: lonsquared
tar: ness
kuya rics: mr. pang-asar
CJ: virus ka
mara: kapits 2

YA Astig
dannie: delandanners
noel: rarr!!!
mica: woah no
louise: surfer girl
elyse: the great
anjo: anti-social?
theia: HMM?
paolo: lindt lover daaaw
ate marion : super dancer
angel: pedo! :)) joke
fin:ina
frances:arcilla
bianca:virina
josef: boy genius :))


face it, sucko.

i'm the hero of fools.

all quoted.

"The sad truth is that the truth is sad."

"It's amazing how people are always willing to listen to a man in a funny costume"

"People don't always get what they deserve in this world"

"You can not be a supermodel."

"I'm beginning to think that washing my face is a complete waste of time"

"Most women would rather be Cindy Crawford than Marie Curie"

"The world is a harum scarum place."

"If a guy is witty, charming and artistic, he is probably gay."

"Fate is like a strange, unpopular restaraunt, filled with odd waiters who bring you items you never asked for and don't always like."

"In relationships, it is best to assume nothing."

"Not only am I very intelligent, but I am also very smart."

"Hey, I heard your friend died"

"Yea"

"Well, don't feel bad. He's an old guy, and that's what old guys do. They DIE."

"Certain things they should stay the way they are.You ought to be able to stick them in one of those big glass cases and just leave them alone. I know it's impossible but it's too bad anyway."

"I remember how, a couple of days ago, you and I killed a couple of hours with a computer game. Perhaps the game amused me more than it did you; I desperately needed a little respite from all my thoughts. But each time we 'died' in that game, a new screen immediately came up, and we were off again. How can we know that there isn't a 'new screen' for our souls as well? I don't think there is, I really don't. But the dream of something unlikely has its own special name. We call it hope."

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