christmas 2004

everyone seems to have had a lousy christmas. on the contrary, i actually had a pretty fun one :)

it started off on a different note this year- at the desilva's. for the first time in like ever, we were breaking tradition [unanimous vote: never again shall tradition be broken; it's just not right]

deb came over *smile* we talked mostly, bitched randomly- all the while chomping my way through starburst squirts (i LOVE gummies.) she tinkled on my laptop while i dug out (literally!) potentials from my walk-in. tops and bottoms were strewn all over my bed as i tried to piece together the perfect christmas-casual-but-not-too-casual outfit. it being the first time there, i didn't quite know what to expect.

finally i settled on my trusty miss selfridge supercasualcool white tank and a purple long sleeved translucent top (that i cut off myself) worn over it, paired with V1's sparkly superminiskirt from miss selfridge UK. i felt adventurous that day- and with the simultaneous encouragement of deb, i experimented with this red earth violet eyeshadow with the prettiest gold glitter in it :) i actually came out looking pretty! to top off the look, i wore my chunky turquoise mosaic earrings from UK. whoohoo. OH! and i wore my prettiest pair of shoes- white pointy toes with silver sequins and beads.

when we arrived, the 4 storey climb loomed ahead. die. upon reaching their doorstep, i heard nicole crying out for me. hee. the nanosecond i put one toe through the door, she rushed ahead and gushed,"My boyfriend's here! my boyfriend's here!" uncle cyril and i found it SO amusing that i received no "hi's" or "how are you's"; instead, she made the leap straight to THE BOYFRIEND- heh. [i shall explain the 'heh' later on]

being me, i walked right up to the boy and said,"hi boyfriend, i'm cousin." he looked momentarily terrorized. hee. i guess not every family is dysfunctionally shelved with kooky characters, unlike mine. i proceeded to refer to him as "the boyfriend" for the remainder of the night :) and as for his poor brother, he was referred to as "the boyfriend's brother". everyone followed in my lead :)

i should have expected it. now that the spotlight has temporarily been taken off my sister (the oldest of the third generation), it does a oneeighty and shines on ME! not quite what i expected this christmas- the spanish inquisition halfway through satay. a.n.y.w.a.y, i dealt with the barrage of questions best i could- besides it amused me more than it annoyed me- which included me fielding questions about my nonexistent lovelife like a pro. [practice makes perfect] "do you have a boyfriend?" "why not?" "when will you get attached?" "when will we meet him?" "do you need help?" "do you want to meet my friend's friend's son's good friend? he's very cute!" "my friend is very handsome. do you want me to matchmake? REALLY.. HE IS!" blah blah blah.

goodness gracious me. hmm. i guess it shows.

signs that you are a teenage spinster: when your little wisp of a 15 year old cousin brings home her equally fresh faced partner while you stand in one corner, all jaded and cynical; with only the self consolation that the pasty faced dark eye circle look is very becoming these days to provide a temporary distraction.

singing the DBS black advert jingle bells song with daryl; much to the begging of everyone to shut up (while covering their ears). playing taitee. the removal of clothing articles to better my fengshui. press L1R1 to enable your player to kiss the opponent (the boyfriend's brother and justin playing playstation; making their MALE players KISS)

as is or should be obvious by now, i had a WILD night :)