"Have Yourself, a Merry little Christmas...."

It's probably snowing away at the other half of the hemisphere yet here we're constantly inconvenienced by torrential rain. what a dread to leave home when you know it's safe and sound at home.

Tell me about the number of times you're about to leave your flat and the rain just starts pouring away at your door step. your pretty pair of shoes are drenched like the way your mood is the moment the sky darkens...

And as if you'll feel much consolation, Christmas is on its way! i'd like to think that since it's a season of giving, then God must have wanted to bless S'pore with more water. i can't think of a better explanation than this.

Or can the incessant rain be the tropical version of a snowy christmas???
Instead of a WHITE christmas, we're having a WET one. nowonder people get kinda depressed during this period. like cracking our heads for gift ideas are not enough, we have to put up with bad weather...this also means we have one hand less to carry the shopping bags cus you'll probably have to use one to hold an umbrella.

I hate crowds. that explains why i was drinking coffee at starbucks, people-watching with glynis on christmas eve. we couldn't think of a more innovative way to celebrate christmas, and there was nothing quite merry about it. the countdown was kinda random cus who knows which clock to follow? and off went the poppers...i don't do poppers btw...it's the next closest thing to a bomb, followed by balloons. if there's a device to measure my excitement level seconds before and after the countdown, it should read "anti-climax". at best, we settled with a movie marathon. it could've been on any ordinary day but that's the best alternative to avoid the smelly crowd yet not bore ourselves at home.


Orchard Road in the morning was disgusting. On christmas day, that is. the smell of party ribbons and sticky foam on the ground was unbearable. the aftermath is really not a tourist-friendly sight, considering our clean history. the eves of special occassions is like a ticket to destroy. i can't help but wonder if s'poreans are really that oppressed on the other 363 days in the island. it's a real pity for the cleaning personnels. they must be cursing away at those people.

the only thing that was so chrismassy about this christmas was that christmas songs are ringing continuosly in my head, except for the time i fell asleep on the first train back.

"Chestnuts roasting on an open fire...Jackfrost snipping at your nose..."

MX!