A week away before we start the yearly same old christmasy countdown, wasting bottles of champagnes and wine after much toasting. And the little sweet feeling of gifts exchange. Now lets see, dear santa, I’ve been good this year. Thou some might think am a spoilt brat…. There, I feel completely utterly misunderstood and I guess I’ve never spoken up about it before and hardly ever thought there should be a need too. But hey, sometimes when I feel like one, I kick myself right in the butt too. And that doesn’t stop me from spoiling my loves. (for once, stop thinking materialistically, you horrible sinners.)
My life’s ain’t perfect but I do find the imperfections kinda blessed in one way or another. Sounds kinda silly, but yes. I’m one no selfish arse that doesn’t appreciate my “sunnyside up” or my “gloomy rainy days”. (Matter of fact, I’m one who literally loves the rain). And to those whom I truly care and love to the bottom of the earth’s crust, you know no matter what I’ll always go the extra yard. And honestly this year I’ve learnt quite abit. Life’s not a bitch and its bitch-ings (those who think otherwise, snap out of it!), cause’ I can never bear to see my friends getting hurt.
Santa, besides being great to my friends, you know I feel the same towards the society too. I don’t cut lanes abruptly, never cut queues, thanking toilet lady for clean public toilets, etc etc. Basically Never ever ever thinking one’s better off than anyone else. Besides how could I ever think that way when I’m not even taller than my girlfriend. =P
Ok Santa, I never really ever believed you exist, but if you do please bring me some appetizing supper for tonight and let my guilt aside.
Snap away.
Herstory at Zouk after sucha long time.
One I can trust with anything. One of my favorite.
Council gathering, followed by Arab St.
And see all of you, those who's coming for Xmas party this Sat!!
