Christmas was fun. I received gifts and met up with relatives. It was a very good experience. I got to experience gifts and meeting up with relatives. Good. :D



I went to Lido to watch Bedtime Stories with my family. Pretty cool hanging out with the folks. They're cool. My siblings are cool too. You'll know when you hang out with them. It's like hanging out with 4 cool people at the same time.

Anyway, on to the show. Basically, the setting of the show kinda got me pretty excited watching it. I mean like conjuring up a metaphor for the things you want in real life. You get to have anything you want and increase your imagination capacity.

Yeah, well to test out this newly acquired magical ability, Adam Sandler's character wishes for a Ferrari and a 100 million dollars. I, for one, would wish for a happily ever after.

The whole plot was quite a let down though.

A good fall-back movie when Yes Man's sold out.

Watching the movie, however, was the most difficult part. I was unlucky to grab a seat with a four-year-old sitting diagonally behind me. At first, he was kicking my mom's seat. Then my mom went to make noise and so, his mom told him to stop it. Well, it worked. But then, all he did was turn his body so that his legs faced the back of my chair.

Whenever Adam Sandler regurgitated one of his trademark sexual innuendos, my head would hurt.

Imagine this:
Adam Sandler walks while hot girl pleads with him to stop including sexual innuendos in his script.
Adam Sandler: Sexual Innuendo? You mean Sexual InYourEndo.
BOOOOOOM, my chair gets kicked (by an excited youngling who's just yesterday picked up dirty thoughts from his cousin he met over the Christmas season) so hard that my entire upper body flies forward.

My ear still hurts.

Just came back from this Christmas Concert down at Bukit Timah Shopping Centre. Pretty intense - there was applause and all that. After that, joined Austin, Nick and Conrad for some LAN gaming. Then spent quality time with Nick and Conrad discussing political views and other controversial topics. Just kidding, we were talking about sex.

The concert was quite an experience. Haha, being the accompanist for so many people kinda confused me at first. Also, it has made my fingers numb. I definitely would not want to hold anything for the next 48 hours.

Like how after getting numbed by your dentist so that you may only drink porridge through a straw to satisfy your hunger, I should only be lifting stuff under 500g.

I couldn't join some of the fellow Christmas Concert performers for some intense karaoke. To be honest, I've never actually been to a Karaoke Studio or however else you're actually supposed to phrase a sentence around the word 'Karaoke'.

Fun Fact #1:
Did you know that Karaoke actually means 'Empty Orchestra'? Yeah, I got that off HIMYM Season ?, Episode ?.

Fun Fact #2:
Did you know that today's Christmas Eve? And that tomorrow is Christmas Day? Because the Eve of an event is a day before the actual event. Totally Radical.

For all of you readers who know me personally (Being optimistic about my blog's readership levels), be excited for the awesome gifts you should expect!

If I don't meet you before the end of the year, you won't get them. While stocks last! (I should really try to get a hang of this Present Exchange ritual)

Just came back from Malaysia.

I'm sure you - my blog - would like to hear how it was.

(Yes, I'm addressing my blog as an actual person. A little bird told me it was therapeutic. From now onwards, all posts shall be directed to my blog, whom I'd like to think, actually consciously reads it.)

Let's start of with 'It was Great'.

I was having some family quality time over there. The drive to and fro was spent reading Twilight - catch up on conformist readings. I got to buy T-shirts.

There was also a mix up at the immigrations checkpoint. The dude gave my brother's passport to another car. How it happened was a long story. Please don't hesitate to call me to find out how.

I spent most of the time in the hotel.

I ate breakfast, lunch and dinner in between sleeping and waking up.

My parents and brother played golf while my sister and I lazed on the beds in the hotel.

I secretly like going to different countries to check out what their supermarkets stock. In Malaysia, they stock chicken stock by the canister. Many things in Malaysia are also cheaper than the exact same products sold in Singapore. Fascinating. If only Malaysia was like a shopping centre. We could go over there for some everlasting 50%-off-shopping-sale and return home in under 20 minutes as opposed to currently taking around 2 hours to reach the nearest shopping centre in Malaysia.

Sorry Sherilyn, Matt, Shaun, Yanlin and I guess Fiona for missing out on some intense outing experience.

(But in my heart I wasn't truly sorry, for they were playing pool - a pseudo-sport that hurts my back)