I thought Christmas will screw up. My brother and I had a little fight with mom on Christmas eve. That really made me sad, 'cause it'll be our first Christmas without dad, and the past days were restless. I'm trying hard to keep the Christmas spirit, but things just kept on ruining it.
Our little fight:
Mom's dead tired, 'cause she haven't took a good rest for days and she even finished the laundry. My brother just kept on facing the computer, and seemed not to hear her asking him to hang the clothes up. She got so annoyed and I think her anger was triggered by the fact that dad's not here. And that she missed him. Yogi(our dog) ran out of the house. (he loves doing that). Mom of course got really, really mad. We chased him around the neighborhood, and he nearly got killed by other dogs.My brother got upset, yelled damn hard on me.Of course I ran fast and luckily got yogi. On our way home, mom just kept on scolding us. Yes, US. It sucks 'cause I made a way just to be home before the mass, though we have rehearsals. I'm soooo tired. I even helped my brother hang the clothes. Then she'll just say that it seemed we don't care for her at all? >..< daaaaaaaaaaamn.
I attended the Christmas eve mass as always. I'm a choir member in our parish and we happen to be the assigned choir to sing for Christmas eve. It's great, and feels good 'cause I know a lot of people in our parish doesn't believe in our singing. and now we have that chance to prove them wrong. well anyway we sing not for their pleasure, but for Jesus'! I came in a bad mood, I kinda faked smiles so they won't have to ask why I have that mood. Had noche buena with friends, and went home. Slept. woke Up. Prepared food..
and the rest were blah blahs.
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