Merry merry christmas!

It would be nice, very nice to believe that you are able to hold your own. But how this syncs with the cummulative spade of daily events, may well be suspect. Getting bewildered is nothing new, its the varying level of shock that is relative, that makes it relatively new. Its like the kid who decides to play punk in secret, waits to shock you from the turn of a corner. You get caught in a pants-down moment, quickly yank it up and wooo, run with it. The kid is the general environment if you must.


Anyways, of course good things happen too. Which is quite a tease. But then again, whats good/bad now may actually be bad/good in the longer run. Most importantly, is how to pull the the socks up asap. Hee, in this case, its pants.

The cell group people had a good gathering yesterday. Although it vaguely look like a all-cousins- day out. :D Though i would love it to be longer, but hey, shan't be too greedy in my demands.

Today is Christmas. And it feels good. Maybe its the Merry Xmas smses. I guess. Fyi, Little india was flooded yesterday. The crowd was gushing left right and centre. We thought it was a fantastic idea to head there since Orchard will be jam-packed. But it doesnt work this way. Everywhere is packed. Even Mount faber is packed with couples cashing in on 12 midnight to do kissing over Christmas. Hee, i dont think thats a very kids friendly place. Maybe we need to reclaim land. Fast.


Anyways, Christmas does make you feel like a little burnt marshmellow thats gone all soft and wasted. I kind of chuckle at this amusing thought because i cannot explain why! Anyways, I have to quote a reporter from the Newspaper. He has the warped sense of humour where only the recovering marshmellows can testify. Goes something like this..
"When i stroll down Orchard with all the beautiful Christmas decorations..I look up into the sky and i see pretty jewels hanging from the trees. And i think to myself..Gee the wire is so Thin, what if it falls and lands on someone's head?"


OK. Lets not mar this happy mood. So. Have a blessed Christmas! And im off to stab the turkey. Bye!


Love,
miss poon