Una muna, Happy New Year sa lahat.

The only reason I dragged my lazy ass out of the house was the nagging thought of all the Vicky posts I've been missing since Tuesday (gush). But now, I'm just too blah to post anything significant.

Or maybe I've got a lot on my head again. To quote Vicky (shamless plug): happy kind of sad. Wag nang ipaliwanag ang happy, kasi hindi ko alam kung dapat kong ikasaya nang lubusan yung ikinasasaya ko. Yung sad? Actually hindi ko na alam kung tungkol saan specifically. Parang medyo ilan sila lately e. But it's not the sad cry-to-the-depths-of-my-soul sad. More of 'Hay-end-of-an-era-what-now-brown-cow' sad. O baka wistful lang ako.

Kasalanan ito nina Deleuze at Guattari. Natapos ko na rin ang Anti-Oedipus. Lahat na ginawa ko para matapos itong hinayupak na librong ito: standing while reading, playing U2's Achtung Baby, Urbandub's Influence and Pearl Jam's Ten to set the mood, lying on my bed, alternating reading with watching TV (yes, THAT would work), etc. etc.

The word that is flashing through my mind is trepidation.

On a lighter note: as an act of desperation, I forced myself to get the size 9-10 of the only pair of Beachwalk black tsinelas, este, flipflops. E di yun, hindi ko masuot. At least hindi na ako nananaginip ng itim na tsinelas. At may bagong tsinelas ang tatay ko.

Speaking of panaginip, durga, pakisabi kay Aileen napanaginipan ko siya na buntis. No joke. Feeling ko tuloy magkaka-Londoner baby ang luka.

Had the most fabulous New Year's Day lunch in a long time. Nanay got this chicken stuffing recipe from the Inquirer. It had the most unexpected ingredients (not that I usually eat stuffing, but this was something else): chestnuts, prunes, croutons, chorizo de bilbao, and a couple more items. And it had no seasonings. Which makes it even more amazing.

Oui.