I hate packing my luggage for trips regardless of how much I love holidays! It sucks thinking what to bring or what to wear; Jess is more of a person who gets dressed on the spot, depending on her vibe or what she’s feeling inside at that present time.
I would rather sit through an Algebra and Calculus test right now than to pack my luggage. Yes, I dread packing.. so?
That is seriously just HOW MUCH i hate to pack.
*groan*
toodles! Leaving for Ipoh soon!
I just returned from Dubby’s house and we had a real good time with the folks.
Pre-Christmas dinner was simple yet nice. Probably not one of Dubby’s best works… but to me, it’s still good nonetheless. Loveya boo~
I’ll tell ya’ll… fo shure!
We had Baked chicken with bacon and cream cheese stuffings, Potato salad, Fusilli (the helix pasta) and cheese, Aubergines, Wine, Lemon Meringue Pie, and Persimmons.
[below are just two pics of some of the dishes]
Goodness gracious, I can hear the gym beckoning my return!!!
We ate and chatted for hours – Myself, Dubby, Dubby’s mum, My mum, Dubby’s sis, Granny and Big Aunt. Some of us went to the living room to watch some telly and ta-daa! Santa was here early!
Our first Christmas present – from lil sis Rachel! Introducing to you, Octie and Octa. And yes Hunn, MY OCTIE IS CUTER THAN YOUR OCTA! period.
And.. more prezzies from Dubby’s mom!
We cuddled up in front of the telly for a lil while and suddenly, loud guffaws were heard from the dining room. Seriously, their hyena-like laughter evoked my curiosity and I scrambled up to see what was the laughing stock all about.
oh. line dancing.. what’s so funny about that?
And when I thought it was all over, we were greeted to a shock of our lives!!
ready?
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Aight, our last picture before celebrating Christmas in different locations this year. Oh well, next Christmas will come by soon enough. Let today be our 2007 pre-Christmas celebration together!
**Hugss & kissess**
When would you actually think that you will reach the point of turning senile? Alright, here’s the dirt: I was just taking my time on my cosy bed to paint my nails in a different colour this week. And dad was busy re-affixing the loosened parquet rectangles that came out. So yeah, as I was minding my own business an he obviously minding his, I heard this coming out from his mouth. I swear!
“Good that I discovered you!”
uh-huh. What was that?? Alright, I dismissed it. Perhaps he was just talking on the phone. The next thing was….
“Good boy. Thank you for staying there”
Uhmm. Huh? Wuhh? Gawd. I certainly hope I was hearing things. Whatever. I peered across the room and this was what I saw:
This cannot be true. My father cannot be talking to himself. No wait, talking to the parquet floor. I did not just witness nor hear that. NO . FUCKING . WAY.
He then kept asking me to search for other spots where the parquet tiles could be loose. Like I would know?
I would not crawl all over the floor like a bloodhound sniffing out loose parquet tiles for you (nor anyone else) thank you very much.
Alright, back to painting my nails.
And suddenly, after 15 minutes or so…
“See? I saved at least a hundred dollars putting you all back together!”
” Don’t come out again, ok?”
That’s it. Pretty freaky – I’m outta here!
Just a random thought. You know what’s strange? Perfection can sometimes be overrated. It ain’t easy for anyone to reach the peak of a picture-perfect world in fact.
Everytime you see an almost perfect person, there’s always something you don’t know about him/her.
Yesterday, I acknowledged one of my flaws. While I was just resting on Benj’s bed I was observing what he was doing – I watched him unpack his luggage one by one. He kept everything in order and placed everything back in organization. That is something I won’t find enthusiasm in doing.
I was never exactly an organized person as far as I can remember. Well, sometimes the bug will come and bite me when I least expect it and I would then transform into a neat freak. Soon, it’ll all come back to the usual. It’s not that I refuse to be a tidy person – each time I see the messiness in my room, wardrobe and desk, I would groan a silent grumble and sigh to myself. If I could re-organize, clear everything and put everything back in order, I would.
I just don’t know where to start!!
Look, my luggage is still where I last left it. Sitting there, looking pretty – doing absolutely nothing.
What on earth is wrong with me? There is a will, but the motor muscles in my hands just refuse to budge.
And my wardrobe? *sigh* Need some help – lots of it.
I’m just not good enough.
Someone give me a hand, I would better myself. I want to.