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The case of the missing yema. My missing yema.
Actually, it's no big of a deal. I'm just wondering where one of my lusciously sweet yema had gone. It's only P5 I know, but I love that yema! it's creamy and oh so tasty. The thing is, yesterday I bought four yemas for my snack. I didn't eat breakfast that's why I'm kinda hungry, not that hungry because I usually don't eat breakfast (I know it's bad for my health and all but that's how things are since college), but hungry enough to devour all four of my yemas. Anyway, I left the yemas in the hidden part of my desk thinking that no one will notice it when they pass my place. What didn't come to my mind is that one of my officemates would like it for herself. I don't knowfor sure who took my beloved yema, yet I have an idea who ate it. I very well can't confront them because I have no proof. All I want is for them to ask me nicely if they want a piece of my yema. I would gladly have given them one. Just ask.
Alas! 7:30 and still here in the office. as usual, can't go home yet. Frankly, don't have much to do, just waiting for my boss to say that it's time to go.Going restless. Really. You can even say I'm going nuts.
Hmmm..Our presswork for the March issue starts tomorrow although technically, we still don't have anything to do. besides the occasionally questions from an irritating older than me officemate, i'm getting lots of text messages from my sister to help her with her project. Of course I would help, that's what older siblings are for anyway. I don't have much of a choice. I'm sue my mother would nag me about it. I'm overhearing an old song from another cubicle. I don't really know what the song is but I like it. Makes me feel light-headed and happy. I'm really into '70s and '80s music. Oh, I like some of the contemporary sounds but I can relate more to the times of my parents. The music then are more soulful and have more sense, more beautiful. It can calm me when I'm mad or depressed or simply in one of my unfdefined moods. It can lull me into sleep and stimulate mind. I remember when I was in college and have to write an article for The Flame or an assignment, I would just listen to my radio and write. It soothes my mind..
I guess I can safely say that the music of the past decades are more valuable since most of the music from those unforgotten times (duh, how many times does the latest fashion went back to retro? Last time I check it's the '80s), are being revived today? I'm kinda wondering if our songwriters lack the inspiration or just plain lazy to think of new lyrics and just present the same songs slightly changing the arrangements and all. But I can't blame them, people still like those improve songs (although let's admit it, the original songs are still way better than the copycats). Oh, don't mind me, I'm just writing so that I won't be aware of the clock ticking. I'd rather write than brood and agonize because I can't go home yet.
So there, one of my random thoughts. Just need to let some of the tensions out.
I got tired of eating and talking last Saturday. The moment that I saw her, I knew that nothing has really changed. I mean, she was waiting for me in Colayco Park (that's one of the parks in my beloved alma mater, UST), and she started to talked nonstop about the things i missed for the past two years in her life. we had so much of catching up to do that we talked from 1pm to 7pm. Even when we are waiting for a cab or looking at clothes (we went to SM Manila and so we strolled on every boutique that we passed along the way) or finding a suitable place to eat and talk some more.
Of course she's not the only one who did the talking. Mostly, she's curious about my lovelife, and being one of the best friends that I found, I indulge the information to her. I mean we know each other's secrets, and desires and dreams so we talked about it. We also reminisce the guys and gals that we encountered during the first two years of my college life. To be exact, the guys that we stalked during those times. We're not the kind of stalkers who send letters and things to these guys, basically we just want to know where they go because we, or joan, wants to see them, to look at them, alhtough she can't really talked to them. She got cold feet whenever one of her many crushes is around.
We also talked about our former classmates and friends. The things that we did to get the grades we want and the times that one of the groups in our class are mad at us because we dominate the class standing. I don't want to sound obnoxious but our group really get the highest grades in the class and most of the time, it is us who are exempted from exams. but our group waas unfortunately divided in two when one Chris, another friend, get envious that Joan get almost all 1s in all of our subjects (she's our batch valedictorian, her point grade average is 1.28, if I remebered correctly. But, Chris is another story.
Looking for a place to eat Joan told me that the establishment should have the most comfortabble chair because we're gonna stay for a long while to talk, she also specified that the place should be conducive to talking and with minuimum noise. At first, we had three choices, Piza Hut, French Baker and Kenny Rogers, because their chairs are so comfy. But since we're not really hungry, we chose pizza hut and seat and one of the booths. well, we asked a crew to clean the specific table and amde our selves comfy. but when we looked at the menu, we couldn't find anything that will suit our taste. When no one was looking, we left pizza hut and proceeded to Shakey's. they also comfy chairs and our feet are screaming.
Sadly, we didn't count on the fact that someone will celebrate their birthday in that particular store and we would be satiated with Bayani's ocho-ocho and mahal and mura's cutie cute cute among others Since, we put our orders already, we settles our selves to a place farthest from the party. but we kinda compete with the host of the party because even though she has a mic, she still shouts. Then one time, I was telling her a story, I immediately shut my mouth because I realized that I was shouting. After a while Joan did the same thing because she too was shouting. But mind you, we stayed in Shakey's for more than two hours, trying the finish our orders of two executive platters (a chicken, two slices of pizza, salad, two pieces of mojos, a small brownie and spaghetti) plus a plate of mojos because the girl told us that she told us that our orders would be only be available in 15 minutes. Well, we laughed and talked and joke and eat. so basically, it's all worth it. That reminds me of the time when Rach was still here and we would meet in Shangri-La just to talk and eat too.
So, basically, we had fun. We lost track of time and we went home at 7pm. We even plan on meeting on at least twice a month basis because the last time we saw each other was the time when 8 mile was in the theater. hmmm...I was really glad that most of my friends are keeping in touch, the week before I was with Paulie, Roselle and Irish. Now with Joan. Actually I though we would be with the gang but that could be planned. Yeah, could be.
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Friday. One of my fave days (well, saturday is the ulimate fave!) the inside photo shoots are finish and we can breath...for a while. well, i can't still because i have to borrow photos form DOT and I haven't talked to the peson incharge, oh, well, we need the photos scanned by thursday. hhhhmmm!
I'm contented with the ways things are going right now. lovelife, career and my social life. but i know this wouldn't last, so i'm trying to enjoy every drop of it, and i intended not to a spill a thing.
anyway, i'll be meeting a close friend tomorrow and i don't know what to expect. we've been out of synch for a few years now.Oh, we talk on the phone sometimes, and exchange messages but we're not as close as we think we are. I think. I have to do something about that because i don't wanna lose a rare find (and she is!) That's why we're gonna meet tomorrow and bond. Wish me luck.
nobody's here in the office with me, they're off to another shoot, cover shoot. thank GOD! really a rest day for me. Talked to my sorta BF last night. and surprisingly it was fun. The last few telephone conversation we had were really fruitfu. I'm surprised myself. I was kinda dreadingtalking to him again because i have a feeling that he would crawl in his protecttive shell again and try to shut me out. According to him, he doesn't want to get involve in his problems. But I can't seem to undertand his logic. Most of the time I let him be. Sometimes I don't and he would just crawl even deeper out of my reach. I'm kinda thinking when will I get tired with this set-up, dunno. Maybe I won't, because even though I might not understand him sometimes, he usually get my moods, when i'm happy, sad, irritated. Man, he's patience with me is intolerable. So I guess we kinda matured together...wish me luck!
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a very hectic day. we would be conducting a photo shoot for the March issue and I'm very tired already. I swear my muscles, no, actually my whole body is screaming with pain. It's all because of the people here in the office. They think they are too important to carry their own things...*a very deep sigh*
I'm kinda piss off earlier but i'm okay now. for the moment at least, i'm not sure what would happen for the next three hours that's why i'm taking my time to write now instead of later when I'm way too tired to think or to a move a finger (yeah, that's how lazy I can get).
Anyway, I was with Paulie last Sunday and it was blast! We went to the blessing of roselle's publishing house, where Irish later showed up. But like the way we described it when we go to her house, the place of her new office, was like a province, gloomy and scary at night, but once inside, you can have fun. I really missed you guys, i kinda hope we could get together sometimes. Oh well, that's just a thought.
Going back to that wonderful Sunday, a marathon of talk, talk, talk followed with a little bit of eating on the side, and oh, a little drinking too. But we can't stop the time ( I was hoping it would), because before we know it, it's almost 9pm and we have to go home. Paulie and |I were sad that the weekend is ending, we don't wanna go to work just yet, but we don't have much of a choice, unless i wanna take a looooong vacation and stay in the house for like 6 months, i don't think i like it...although, a month maybe just right.
So, Monday came and I'm alone in the office. My bosses went to Cavite to feature a restaurant. So I left early, good thing that JM told me that she'll be in UST and I went there (My apologies to sisters, I know I told you I would go with you but the situation presented itself and I seize it). After I got my diploma (you're right Irish, they would just roll it and gave it you) we got our yearbook (Hey the only pictures of Journ people there are of Angelo, Irish and Trisha, bakit nagkaganoon?).
Since we're already there, we went to AB and visisted The Flame. I was shocked at what I saw, the office was spotless. I can't believe it is possible that our good old office cum tambayan, would be that sparkly clean. well anyway, Butch was there and he gave us a copy of last year's The Flame and Dapitan. I saw Gelo, but it took him a few more seconds to recognize me because, somethings changed in me daw.
I forgot to mention. I saw Butch here in the office, in the cafeteria to be more accurate. He's the one who first talked to me and said, "Uuy dito ka pala." tapos he touched his cheeks with mine (the usual greetings to an old friend) then introduced me to his companion, "irene this is sam, and sam this is irene" I wondered if I'm the only one who was looking for my name in that introduction, because he also was silent for a while...then I said "luko-luko, si vanessa ko," tapos we laugh out loud. Then we said our goodbyes.
I was in UST from 3pm but JM was there earlier. It's good to be there. Made me want to wish to go back to college and study again. It's easier then, unlike now. But then again, I could be wrong. Or I'm hoping I could be wrong. Whatever.
justout of curiousity, i took this test from shavedfish entry (shavedfish is charles manson, the one who killed the actress sharon tate, and i think 8 or 9 others, she's from 1960s mosty doing supporting roles) on which evil criminal are you and my test results said that i could have been elizabeth bathory. so i kinda looked for her and i was shocked at what i've found (actually it shouldn't have shocked me because of all the things i've read from crime library but it's disgusting anyway. david berkowitz and ted bundy is no macth to her craziness). i mean she was born in the sixteenth century and yet she was able to have minions at her command. fantastic really. In a gory kind of way.
Here is her story:
Elizabeth Bathory was born in Hungary in 1560, approximately a hundred years after Vlad the Impaler died. One of her ancestors Prince Steven Bathory, was even a commanding officer who helped Vlad Dracula In 1546, when he claim the throne in Wallachia back again.
At the time Elizabeth was born, her parents George and Anna Bathory belonged to one of the oldest and wealthiest families in the country. Her cousin was the prime minister in Hungary, another relative was cardinal, and her uncle Stephan later became King of Poland. But the Bathory-family, beside the very rich and famous, also contained some very strange relatives. One uncle was known to be a devil-worshipper, and other members of the family were mental insane and perverted.
In the spring 1575, at the age of 15, Elizabeth was married to Count Ferencz Nadasdy, who was 25. The Count added her surname to his, so Elizabeth could keep her family name Bathory. After the marriage they moved to Castle Csejthe a mountaintop fortress overlooking the village of Csejthe, which lies in the north-western part of Hungary. Count Ferencz spent a great deal of time away from home, often fighting against the Turks. He was a very brave and daring soldier on the battlefield, and later in life he earned a reputation as the "Black Hero of Hungary".
While her husband was pursuing his passion for war, throughout all the 25 years they were married, Elizabeth was often left to herself, and her life became more and more boring. To kill some time, beside admiring her own beauty in the mirror for hours, she took on young men as lovers, and onetime she even ran of with one, but she soon returned home and the Count forgave her. Another thing Elizabeth did to amuse herself while home alone, was to pay visits to her aunt Countess Klara Bathory, an open bisexual. She presumably enjoyed herself with her aunt Klara, since she visited her aunt's estate frequently.
It was also then she began to develop an interest in the occult. An old maid named Dorothea Szentes, also called Dorka, who was a real witch, instructed her in the ways of witchcraft and Black Magic. Later Dorka became Bathory's helping hand, when she was encouraging Elizabeth's sadistic tendencies, like the inflicting of pain upon people. Together with Dorka, Elizabeth began the task of disciplining the female servants, and torture them in an underground chamber. In the Countess's service, as helpers in the macabre punishments of the servants, was her old nurse Iloona Joo, her manservant Johannes Ujvary and a maid named Anna Darvula, who alleged also was Elizabeth's lover.
With the aid of this crew, Elizabeth made Castle Csejthe to a place of pure evil. She would always find excuses to inflict punishment and torture, upon her young servant girls. She preferred to having the victim stripped naked and then whip the girl on the front of her nude body rather than the back not only for the increased damage this would do, but so that she then could watch their faces contort in horror at their most grim and burning fate. Another favorite was when she would stick pins, in various sensitive places on the victims body, such as under fingernails.
In 1600 Ferencz died and Elizabeth's period of real terror began. First of, she sent her hated mother-in-law away. Secondly, she would have peace to enjoy a new kind of bath, that nobody was to known of. Short before her husband died something happened, that changed Elizabeth's life. She was now close to 40 and time, had taken it's toll on her appearance. Elizabeth tried to conceal the wrinkles through cosmetics. But this could not cover the fact, that she was getting old and close to losing her beauty. Then one day happened.
A young chambermaid accidentally pulled Elizabeth Bathory's hair while combing it. The infuriated Countess slapped the girl's head so hard, that blood spurted from her nose, which splashed upon her own hand. Where the blood had touched her skin, Elizabeth immediately though it took on the freshness of her young chambermaid's skin. She then got hold of Johannes Ujvary and Dorka to undress the young girl, upon holding her arms over a big vat, then they cut her arteries. After the young girl was dead Elizabeth then stepped into the vat, and took a bath in her chambermaid's blood. She was now sure, she had found the secret of eternal youth through this vampirism. She had discovered that blood is life.
Over the next ten years, Elizabeth Bathory's evil trusted helpers provided her with beautiful young girls, from some neighboring villages, upon the cover of hiring them as servants to Castle Csejthe. Back in the castle, the young girls would be mutilated and killed, so the Countess could take her blood baths. Sometimes, she would even drink their blood, to gain some sort of inner beauty. But soon Elizabeth began to realize that the blood of simple peasant girls, was having little effect on the quality of her skin. Better blood was now required. Elizabeth then started picking girls from some of the surrounding lower nobility. These noble girls were consumed in exactly the same beastly fashion as the peasant girls who preceded them.
However, with the disappearance of girls of noble birth, Elizabeth was now becoming very careless in her actions. People who lived in the neighboring villages, had already begun to talk. And soon the rumor about the horror in Castle Csejthe reached the Hungarian Emperor. The Emperor then ordered Elizabeth's own cousin, the Count Cuyorgy Thurzo, who was governor of the province to raid the castle.
On December 30, 1610. A band of soldiers led by Elizabeth's own cousin, raided Castle Csejthe at night. They were horrified by the terrible sights in the castle. A dead girl was lying in the main hall, drained of blood, another girl, who had her body pierced, was still alive. In the dungeon they later discovered, were several girls waiting in prison cells, some of whose bodies had been tortured. Below the castle, they found the bodies of some 50 dead girls.
During the trial 1611, a register with the names of around 650 victims, was found in the Countess's living quarters. But the trial was largely just for show and to make the occasion "official". A complete transcript of the trial was made at the time, and it still remains today in Hungary. All of Elizabeth's four accomplices were sentenced to death. Only Elizabeth was not brought before a court and tried. She remained confined in her castle while her four sadistic accomplices were tried for their crimes.
But she got her punishment, when the Hungarian Emperor demanded her condemn to lifelong imprisonment in her own castle. Stonemasons were brought to her Castle Csejthe, to wall up the windows and the door to the bedchamber with the Countess still inside. Here she would spend the remaining days of her life, with only a small opening for food to be passed to her.
In 1614, four years after she was walled in, one of the Countess's jailers found her food untouched. After peeking through the small opening in Elizabeth's walled-up cell, he saw her lying face down on the floor. Elizabeth Bathory the "Blood Countess" was dead at the age of fifty-four.
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Gee. I am into reading again. Fiction and non fiction. After months of shying away from books, I'm again excited at the idea of finishing a 300++ pages. I'm currently reading dean koontz's shadow fires at home (of course i don't bring it at work) and reading from crime library when i surf in the office (ahhh...that's the reason i don't bring the book, i read from the net). My eyes hurt from reading directly from PC. but i enjoyed it. when deadline is over, we have at least almost two weeks of free times. that's when we just sit or walk around the office because we have nothing to do but we still have to stay because we have to finish the required eight office hours. Although I still can't leave the office after completing the required number of hours because my boss most of the time asks me to wait for her. Hell!It counts as overtime, so i guess it 's compensated.
Back to reading. I like history. Some people may find it weird but i don't. I want to learn how the previous civilizations lived and survived the tragedies and wars that stormed their lives. I'd like to know how they took their bath and how was the ice cream invented. Sometimes, I wish I know someone who could invent a time machine so that I could travel hundred years from the past and witness the events as it unfolds in front of me. (Actually, I really do want to go back in the past so I could kill the person or I could persuade him not to invent mathematics, the complicated ones I mean). Maybe I'm a past-focused person, according to the book that I'm currently reading, these are people who dwell in the past. well, i am one. A very good example is my love life, but i'm not going there. not just yet.
Anyway, I found this site when I was looking for ted bundy (I remember from one of our classes in colege when our professor asked us to read the story of ted bundy, his killings mostly, to give us an idea how to write crime story because we would later write one after watching the film summer of sam). I saw that cinemax would show a movie of ted bundy's life and i kinda missed writing facts, or i missed our class or i'm just curious of what other similar crimes was committed in the US. Well, let's admit it, there are more psychopaths there (US) than here. So i looked for him in the net and voila! I found his story together with david berkowitz and jack the ripper (he's the most famous of a the serial killers right? He's nnot an American though, or so they say. Until now, nobody knew his real identity).
I'm just thinking, why am I interested in the gory details of how they killed their victims (as in gory and horrible and nobody's safe. Especially the Boston Strangler who doesn't only kill young girls but old alike, and the killing clown, who is after young bgood looking boys). I don't know, maybe I just want to get away from Food sometimes (what a queer combination huh?) Or maybe I want to write a book or be more of an investigative journalist (not like jere, I like REAL crime). Well, that's just a thought. I'm not really sure if I'll do it. I'll let you know. But now, i'll just enjoy reading them.
Gee. I am into reading again. Fiction and non fiction. After months of shying away from books, I'm again excited at the idea of finishing a 300++ pages. I'm currently reading dean koontz's shadow fires at home (of course i don't bring it at work) and reading from crime library when i surf in the office (ahhh...that's the reason i don't bring the book, i read from the net). My eyes hurt from reading directly from PC. but i enjoyed it. when deadline is over, we have at least almost two weeks of free times. that's when we just sit or walk around the office because we have nothing to do but we still have to stay because we have to finish the required eight office hours. Although I still can't leave the office after completing the required number of hours because my boss most of the time asks me to wait for her. Hell!It counts as overtime, so i guess it 's compensated.
Back to reading. I like history. Some people may find it weird but i don't. I want to learn how the previous civilizations lived and survived the tragedies and wars that stormed their lives. I'd like to know how they took their bath and how was the ice cream invented. Sometimes, I wish I know someone who could invent a time machine so that I could travel hundred years from the past and witness the events as it unfolds in front of me. (Actually, I really do want to go back in the past so I could kill the person or I could persuade him not to invent mathematics, the complicated ones I mean). Maybe I'm a past-focused person, according to the book that I'm currently reading, these are people who dwell in the past. well, i am one. A very good example is my love life, but i'm not going there. not just yet.
Anyway, I found this site when I was looking for ted bundy (I remember from one of our classes in colege when our professor asked us to read the story of ted bundy, his killings mostly, to give us an idea how to write crime story because we would later write one after watching the film summer of sam). I saw that cinemax would show a movie of ted bundy's life and i kinda missed writing facts, or i missed our class or i'm just curious of what other similar crimes was committed in the US. Well, let's admit it, there are more psychopaths there (US) than here. So i looked for him in the net and voila! I found his story together with david berkowitz and jack the ripper (he's the most famous of a the serial killers right? He's nnot an American though, or so they say. Until now, nobody knew his real identity).
I'm just thinking, why am I interested in the gory details of how they killed their victims (as in gory and horrible and nobody's safe. Especially the Boston Strangler who doesn't only kill young girls but old alike, and the killing clown, who is after young bgood looking boys). I don't know, maybe I just want to get away from Food sometimes (what a queer combination huh?) Or maybe I want to write a book or be more of an investigative journalist (not like jere, I like REAL crime). Well, that's just a thought. I'm not really sure if I'll do it. I'll let you know. But now, i'll just enjoy reading them.
I've watched the last installment of the LOTR last sunday with three of my sibings and I enjoyed it immensely. Aside from the fact that the people seated behind us doesn't seem to have any idea of what LOTR was all about. I mean I have this notion that they haven't watched the first movie and just ewatched th ethird part because they heard that it is beautiful. I'm not being judgmental.Really (who am I kidding?).
Here are some of the reasons why I supposed they don't know the story (together with this know it all guy, who in fact is making ihis own story.) : First, he informed his companion that Gandalf is the king and Frodo would be his successor. Second, he told them that the orcs (or the iyung mga pangit kung tawagin nya) want the kigdom of Gondor, as to why, he can't explain. Third, in his point of view, merry, pippin and samwise would be the replacements of aragorn, legolas and gimli. (well, he thinbks that they are children). Fourth, he doesn't know the leader is and said that Saruman created the ring.
I was tempted to tell him to shut up and offer to sit with him and explain the whole story but i don't think he would agree, either becuase of his ego or his girlfriend might think that I'm after him. hehehehe! So what me and my siblings did is to laugh quietly (At one point my brother couldn't contain his comment and said "lolo daw ni frodo si bilbo baggins!)
Towards the end of the movie, when aragorn was crowned king, his girlfriend asked him "oh, akala ko ba iyung bata iyung king?" then undaunted, he replied na "oo nga si frodo, pero siyempre bata pa kaya sya (si aragorn) muna. Di ba? ang saya no? It's a good thing that I'm not in my maldita mood, if i am, i don't know what would have happened. Actually, he said other things, but i have to check with my brothers if all the things that I have remembered are correct.
As to those people who are wondering what lotus notes is, it is our email system, like edsamail. It is the network that connects all the departments of our company, even the broadcasting people (yes, even the bigwigs of the company, they are listed in the phonebook.). Actually, i can't understand how this system really work, except from the fact that i can surf the net through lotus notes. Gets mo na? wag mamimiss!
damn this lotus notes. i can't write in my yahoo email. so guys, if you happen to notice that i'm not visible in our YG, it's because i can't put the cursor in the space provided for the body of the suppose to be the letter or the reply, or what evr you would call it. I can read your letters all right, but I can't reply to any of it, or worse, I can't compose one. It's so frustrating! good thing i can write in my blog though. i don't know the problem. i can't find our IT people. i suppose he also doesn't know what to do. he already checked this PC. he can't seem to find any problem. I just wanna rant and curse this PC. later.
Ei everyone, I'm back. well technically, we were suppose to go back from vacation yesterday, but we were working as early as January 2, take note, holiday un. Haaay, it's the stupid deadline. The deadline for our magazine was suppose to be the tenth and they moved it to the 7th. We weren't late usually but since we just finished a book, (yeah, we already have 3 out in the market.) we have to make the extra effort in going to work even if it is a holiday. well, that was done and over with.. pero bitin pa ko sa bakasyon!
Simbang Gabi Update: I was able to complete it. Yaaay! My second time. I'm so proud. Alhtough it took so much will power! Everytime I have to open my eyes at 3:30 in the morning, I have to remind myself how many days were left just to keep me going.
Back to ranting about work: one of the reasons, i sometimes don't want to go to work is because of our contributors. Most of them are the age of my lola or my aunts, so they have much seniority, and they drive me wild. They all love to complain; from the stylists to the contributors, to sometimes the photographers. Nauubos na pasensya ko...yet, I don't have much of a choice. But I don't want to quit because I can't take the pressure. though, sometimes, I'm tempted to.
Bilis ng oras. Now we are all waiting for Holy Week. Hopefully, that's a week vacation...I'm being hopeful. So, yeah..I guess after just four days of going to work. I still long for the lazy December afternoons..waking up late and sleeping just as late without the queasy feeling that you still have to go to work the next day. I'm looking forward for Christmas next year...although the vacation would be shorter, it's a vacation after all.
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