Some say Christmas shouldn't be too commercial, but in the first place, Romans started it coz they wanted another holiday.

Merry Christmas...


Gosh this has got to be my most un-merry christmas... I felt more like christmas yesterday than today. Probably coz this is the first christmas I've spent away from Kuching.


However, I must say that my mom's cousin's baby boy, D, is so cute! And narcisstic at a young age (barely a few months old, but a sure fire way to calm him when he cries is to show him his own photos or a mirror). It was only a short while, but I finally got to carry a baby for the first time.


My maternal instincts are temporarily satisfied.


Before I continue, let me say that I want to kill my bro so badly, I'm quite reluctant to trim these claws of mine.


Anyways, stupid me, the day before yesterday, I was rushing to make christmas cards for everyone coz I had procrastinated the whole week. Managed 12, one I sent personally to Cel, living closest to me, and the rest I posted, all probably due to arrive on tuesday, a bit late for Christmas. I'm such an ass.


I originally wanted to personally go round in a Santa hat, but I don't exactly know my way around the island. I'm such a dumbo.


So for the rest of the class, I made personal e-cards in powerpoint. Quite proud of the results. I'm such a narcisist.


This christmas is really strange, and I'll tell you why.


Usually, my parents give me jewellry or clothes for christmas (I love the jewellry). This year, they gave me a bright pink sequinned bag and 3 small bottles of perfume. The bag should be fun, but what am I going to use the perfume for?


At home after church, while my mum was drilling me on carol descants, I informed her that the swelling and itch that had persisted a couple of months had spread from the edge of my top lip to the edge of my bottom lip, and that today it was getting quite unbearable.


So she gave me dopermine or something to stop the allergy, and for the rest of the day I was so quiet and well-behaved, anyone who knew me would've thought I was drugged (technically, I was).


Why is this weird? You probably think that drowsiness after medication is the norm right? Here's the thing: I don't follow norms psychologically, nor biologically, if my history with medication is anything to go by. See, for all 18 (soon to be 19) years of my life, medication that supposedly induces sleep has positively no such effect on me. Usually it even makes me hyper. So the fact that the thing worked normally for me is in fact not normal at all.


Next, at my Aunty G's for christmas lunch, she didn't try to grab my arm! Not that I'm complaining (she's got a stronger grip than she knows; last time she left my house, I ended up with four bruises where her fingers had been). She still gave a very firm christmas handshake though.


Oh yah, my handphone konked out, so I'm using my sim card with my dad's old phone.


I don't know how he ever used it. I have to use my nails to press the weeny buttons. It's infuriating. Another reason not to shear my nails yet.


Plus, the catch broke, so I have to hold the battery in place with cellotape. Literally.


*&$#$%^%$#@#$%^!!!!!


I lost the placing of my voice a few days ago and couldn't seem to find it, but it came back today in excellant condition. Hopefully it'll last till tomorrow evening, or I won't be able to reach those ultra high notes nicely.