bah. humbug.

This post was supposed to be about me not liking what i become whenever Christmas season rolls around.
was supposed to whine about the traffic jams, panic-buying mobs, the rise of criminal activity and small time extortion.
supposed to make fun of my bah-humbuggery and say something witty or funny or just meh.
to ask where did all the entitlement of getting presents during Christmas come from.
plead for deliverance from the dreaded “tampo” in our land.

but i’m changing my mind. because that won’t do at all.

so… later guys. i’ll get back to Christmas when my mood becomes a thought, and the thought makes it to words and words decide join together for sentences that agree enough to become a paragraph and paragraphs to settle together for a coherent blog post.

ciao!

stef

p.s. i’m not sad. no, really.

i’m serious. if ever i bump into you, you’ll see that i’m actually pretty happy.

really!

just too much time writing in my jammies, is all.