Growing up, I was always under the impression that Fate dealt the wrong hand by allowing me to be born in the Philippines. I figured, I’d be better suited for cold Western countries like Reykjavik, Edinburgh, or Manitoba, where people were a little bit more apathetic and impersonal like me. It wasn’t exactly the most sound logic but it somehow made sense to me at the time. Unfortunately, reality hit me hard like a dump truck upon experiencing my first winter sometime when I was 15… in essence, due to the chilly weather, I was developing welts on my palms from frostbite (so bad that no emulsion–not even a steroidal cream–could make it better).
Funny enough, that was the exact moment my dad would refer to me fondly as his baby goat in Cebuano (the term is “kanding”–and to think, prior to that, he would refer to me as “manok” or chicken since fried chicken was the only viand I would voluntarily eat at 3 – 5 years old). I presume it’s because baby goats in general tend to shiver a lot… I wouldn’t know, really. My dad says a lot of random things and I just tend to go with it.
Since then, I’ve mandated my parents never to take me to out-of-country trips in the last quarter, unless of course, it involved the beach (so we did go to Kota Kinabalu a few years back, and then I got a bum stomach). My cold temperament will have to make-do with the disparate weather. I guess opposites do attract. ‘Til this day, I’m still not fond of the cold–I can very much survive on just the fan in the evenings though I do turn the aircon on for the night and marinate on my bed with my extremely thick and downy comforter. Also, I snuggle with my cat just to feel warm.
If there was a reason to like the cold, it would be for the very chic winter outfits–I’d love to be decked out in coats for one entire season. Of course, I’m thinking along the lines of 12 degrees Celcius and nothing below that (Taipei weather, maybe). Also, the cold season brings forth the promise of cold draft, possibly snow, and of course… Christmas! I think Christmas needs no further introductions from my end, and I’m sure you’ll all agree with me when I say that even the coldest, meanest, most superficial people, will find a stitch of joy every Christmas. Or at least, that’s what the Grinch in me seems to think so.
So without further ado, I’m cutting my diatribe short by greeting everyone the warmest: “Merry Christmas!”