It seems like a lot of people celebrated Christmas this year by rote rather than with zest and passion. (Pity!) I almost joined that commune, but somehow managed to abandon relentlessly battling the forces of change/give up desperately trying to recycle the past, to make it in time for the 9 o'clock mass on Christmas Eve. I spent the next few days after that relishing the four food groups and enjoying my family and friends.

Shaun came over the other evening to talk a bit with my mom and grandmother (my mother's mother) while I powdered my nose and rouged my cheeks upstairs in my bedroom. We left to have ice cream at the mall afterward, which I had been anticipating all afternoon. I even skipped dinner (which I usually don't, because I usually can't) so as to fully optimize the Ben & Jerry's ice cream experience. It seemed like such a clever idea at that time (but wasn't).

Anyway, I haven't been bothered to sleep much lately, especially since it will be 2010 soon. My parents don't understand why I have to talk and laugh so loudly on the phone, listen to alternative/post- rock, surf the Internet and take my showers at 3 in the morning. This très irritates them.

With regards to everything I can remember that's happened this year (I don't have that great a memory though), I don't know how I could have tried harder. However, I guess I could have tried harder in school. (More A's, less U's.) And I guess on more occasions, I could have acted more socially responsible instead of compromising what I stand for just to create something socially comfortable. And I guess I could have also confused what I had with what I was less often. And I guess it wouldn't have hurt anyone if I remembered how the end of the Apostle's Creed went.

Gonna be better in 2010. (Tomorrow.) Cya!!

Ps- Goldfrapp....... Lesbian.

Today is Christmas Eve. We usually go to my uncle's house in the evening to wish him a Happy Birthday and appreciate what it means to be family. For as long as I can remember, that's usually what happens on the night before Christmas. I've been reluctant to commit to anything or anyone who isn't family, so I haven't quite figured out yet what I will do with myself tonight. My dad says I should go to church. I'm just hoping it will be enough to fill the hole, or I might have to use something else to fill/forget the hole. "It's complicated". At least my mom is roasting lamb for my dinner which reminds me of last Christmas Eve, last last Christmas Eve, the Christmas Eve before last last Christmas Eve, etc. (Comforted.) I would have outstayed my welcome last Christmas Eve if I had known. I wouldn't have left early.

Sarah (the bad one who makes me do bad things) has been out of service since last week, which made it possible for me to be good again. The past few days have been easy and I realised I was never so happy in my whole life. Shaun gave me a blue flower at 2 AM the other morning which made me feel like one million dollars and helped me put a few of my own fears in order. I am not rich, but there is nothing I want that can be wrapped and then unwrapped. (Everyone thinks I'm just trying to be difficult.)

Got to nap now. Have a Merry Christmas!

Hello! I decided last week that maybe I want to write when I grow up. I just haven't decided yet what I would write about. My vocabulary is not that great and I tend to run my sentences together. I also feel tired and uninspired on most days. I'm not too worried, though. A lot can happen between Now and "when I grow up". Like, I could change my mind. Or, marry someone really rich. (I'm hoping it's the latter.)

Anyway. I weigh about 3 lbs more after a shower. (Based on the assumption that I washed my hair during the shower.)

Hmmmmm...... Apart from being totally lazy about updating this space and ruining my relationship with the only person I could have spent my only life with by beating his (not very high) high score on Bejeweled Blitz (I swear I was playing with both my eyes closed), December has been ridiculously amazing. In a teenage/unproductive/irresponsible way.

So far, I've passed out after mixing my alcohol, declared moral bankruptcy by flirting with club bouncers, repeatedly deceived unsuspecting cashiers at the 7- Eleven, talked and then exchanged contact details with (good looking) strangers, mistaken ZoukOut for a slumber party, and tried convincing every cab driver that it's not yet past midnight at 4 AM ("Give chance la, Uncle. Show some mercy."). I wonder if these are my "glory days" that I will tell my children about, because I've never won any trophies for sports (no athletic prowess) and I rank Top 10 (from the bottom) academically.

It's always been my belief that there is a way to be good again. (Detox diet, hang out with your parents more, rehab, watch a movie at the mall, stay home to do quizzes on Facebook.) Christmas will be here soon, which leaves me with 6 days to get my name back onto the Nice list in Santa's (but more importantly my parents') database. Or else I will be unwrapping bath towels and/or toilet paper holders again. (Sad face.)

Anyway, last night was pretty cool. We converted Keith's room into a hotbox, and everyone became seriously funny. At one point, I thought the cupboard I was leaning on was trying to eat me. Yea..... Then I had to go lie down. (Typical.)

K. Bye..... I am going to see my lovely boyfriend now. Because he is so lovely. And even though I am extremely exhausted from spending the entire day lazing in bed with him, I will now summon all my strength and energy to go see him. Because he is so lovely. And I am an amazing girlfriend.

Hopefully you will have a smooth sailing shopping experience at the mall this weekend and get your Christmas shopping out of the way. To ease your pain a bit, I have compiled a list of possible gift ideas for Justine: Book voucher, cash, cheque.

Love you all, Z. (The new X.) Feel free to steal it. (It's ok. We all know you saw it here first.)

sup. today was great actually. had lunch with justine. we had fish, from Manhattan fish market. she ate alot. basically cause she's a pig. i mean she took my tomato even before i started on my meal. WTF right?

right now we're sitting outside the cathay in the wi-fi zone beside starbucks. i'm using my friend's mac to blog. i think i'm a more awesome blogger than justine because whatever she says is not true. really, it isn't. So.... you guys shouldn't be reading this shit!!! especially that stalker girl from my work place (hello jasmine). you guys should read stuff like Jeffrey Archer, not this crap.

The lights here are pretty, like justine's face(i'm only saying this cause i want *** tonight)
K i'm done blogging. i hope you guys have a pleasant time. stop reading this shit seriously you fucking retards. bye.

shaun.

How are things? It's nice to be home again. My bed is still more comfortable than your bed. (Don't be mad.) I'm going to backtrack and write in past tense now. KL was good.

My mom gave me one piece of luggage to hold my clothes, toiletries and shopping. Following my natural instincts, I packed only panties. (It's called strategy.) Kind of also really unhygienic, but..... Omg, nothing. It IS kind of also really unhygienic. But it's strategic.

They served me chicken between ciabatta on the plane. I was almost done with it when I realised the businessman next to me hadn't even put down his papers about the Russian train wreck to look at his plate. (I'd have felt offended if I were his sandwich.) I looked up from my seat and realised that no one was eating the food they'd been served. (Everyone was reading.) Maybe its ill omen for businessmen to eat on planes. Or, maybe they're just afraid to get sauce on their ties. Personally, I wouldn't trust a businessman with HP sauce on his tie. Anyway. I took my book out to read, just to fit in. I ended up getting a headache after reading half a paragraph, but couldn't fall asleep because the (annoying) kid back in coach wouldn't stop singing MJ songs.

And you can't possibly tell someone, what more a kid, who is singing MJ songs to STFU, because it's MJ. Right? Like, Michael Jackson. Right? I know his music is timeless and everything, but it wasn't played a lot on the radio as I was growing up, so I've never really had the opportunity to develop anything (admiration/adoration/crush/etc) for the man.

He died a few months back, and suddenly everyone I knew was heartbroken, writing tweets and reblogging crap on their Tumblrs in memory of him. The radio stations also started playing his songs again. I dunno..... I can't believe it's completely sincere and not just hype. Maybe if we'd shown all this appreciation and love for him while he was alive, he'd have lived his life differently/better. Anyway, that was June. It's now December! (Time flies.)

My mom says I have "too much clothes". (What????) She's probably going to throw away a significant portion of my closet while I'm out having lunch with a friend again (again). Which I guess is all right, because I won't even notice until a next year. "Mom, have you seen my Rolling Stones t- shirt?" "I threw it away. You didn't look nice in it, and the print was fading anyway." "What the????? That was sort of the design. Anyway, what the??????"

Maybe I won't even care, since I'm supposedly "less materialistic" after returning from Batam. I claim to prefer investing in human relationships than in clothes. (Hopefully my thoughts translate into actions.)

Anyway, I got really bored one afternoon. (My parents were at a spa, Eltjse wasn't returning my calls, and there is only so much coffee you can drink at Starbucks in one afternoon before your eyes start twitching uncontrollably.) In an attempt to inject a little bit of excitement into my day, I decided to go to the hair academy next to the mall to put streaks in my hair. The last time I Did It Myself (DIM) was 2 weeks ago and a waste of money, because there was no visible change.

It's more affordable at the hair academy because they're only aspiring hair artists, who can't guarantee 100% Beauty/might screw things up. After discussing what I wanted done to my hair with a junior (their service is the cheapest) in broken Malay, I was stuck in a dilemma about which colour to use.

I made my decision 40 minutes later, and unclipped my hair to reveal my full mane of wonder and glory. I watched the wannabe hairdresser's reflection in the mirror turn blue as his jaw fell off of his face, onto the floor. The noob couldn't handle it, obviously. He walked away to talk with someone I assumed was his Hair Master. Then he walked back to tell me that I'd have to pay double what we had initially agreed on for him to do what we had initially agreed on. (Traitor.) (Piece of shit.)

I truly thought I was doing him a favour by giving him a taste of "The Real World", and of course its hair. An experience the silky, knot- free hair of a mannequin cannot offer. Untangling hair is part of The (his) Dream. (There are always 2 sides of a coin, kiddo.) I'm quite certain hair academies (at least the good ones) incorporate hair untangling as a compulsory module in their syllabus. Besides untangling hair being the ultimate test of endurance, it also develops character. I don't know what hope there is for him..

Ok bye.

Ps- Haha, I just saw that Kevin put his religious views as "Jedi" on Facebook. Hahahaha. Ahahahahahaha...... Ahahahhaa! LOL. (Hahahaha.) (AHAHAHAHHA!!!!) (He's so funny.)