Christmas Woes

Merry Christmas.
I spent Christmas eve in my station, on a high-rise building somewhere out there in the city of skyscrapers. Blowfish cried, Starfish cried, and Clamshell cried, too. Woe to the sea creatures who had salty beef and packed lunch for Noche Buena and took irate calls. And The Sweetie? Still the same. Nothing has changed.
It's been quite a while before I managed to post something in here --- too much of everything has happened, and I feel like my life is in fast forward mode.
Let me give us an update of what has happened the past few days:
1. Blowfish, Starfish and Clamshell = FYI: it's Jhana, Kat and Yours Truly respectively. For the past few weeks, we have bonded over crazy stories, romance overtures, out of this world philosophies, green jokes and camaraderie. Why the fish names? We're fishy. Don't ask why. I just realized that there's more to life than dealing with Priority Club Crappers and steadily falling in love with a guy who doesn't even return the feeling. Yes, steadily falling in love, and now, I'm steadily letting go. Thanks to Blowfish --- you open my eyes to reality and I could never thank you enough. Especially those wicked nights we spend together in Tagaytay and Makati Avenue... to think that I once had a penchant for wringing your neck because you are slithering all over like a snake on my ex-bf's arms! Geez. Hahaha.
2. The Sweetie = another ???? on my hypothalamus database. He is the sweetest, most fantastic thing since I fell in love with Mr M, but now I knew better. I don't want to compare (quoting The Sweetie of course) but because I have learned from past relationships already, I am finally in control of myself. Yes, I am faaaaallliiinnnnggggg... but like I said... I'm steadily letting go. God, don't make me an idiot again. And please don't make me do things that we would both regret. Things like giving in to the urge of hurting him emotionally (which, I doubt, will ever be effective) and things like making me want to get the family katana and shove it in my intestines. Yummy. 3 pesos per stick, anyone?
3. Mr M = poor guy, suffering from a leg infection. Voodoo DOES work. Seriously. To all you interested guys out there who's after on breaking MAriko's heart: I hope you get the picture.
4. Christmas = is the most insane and ugly Christmas I've ever had. And to add more insult to my injury, I'll be spending New Year's Eve in the office, too. Damn.
5. Red Moon = last Dec 24, the moon was red. And Winter Solstice has just begun. Ergo : bad luck, disaster, omen. Starfish and I were just talking about it in between calls and woe to our angel tongues and supernatural speculations... true enough, the largest earthquake after 40 years hit the Eurasian plate. What's next? Armageddon? It's not yet the end of the world, is it? Repent, or you will burn in Hell!

I don't care if the world ends right now. My world started its ending when I fell in love and got hurt. But for every ending, there's always a new beginning. There's always hope. I'd continue to love and get hurt. Fuck the shit, I don't care. Let the world end now, and I'd claim my sweet repose. Merry Christmas, Mariko.