anyone who knows me, totally knows how much i love christmas. Love, with a capital L and a capital OVE that follows. LOVE. loves christmas. 

i’ve been waiting for this coming christmas, well, since last christmas.

in fact, despite it being only the 2nd of Nov, i’ve already loaded the car with the christmas cds.

this year for christmas, *ooh, the word sends tingles to my toes* i’ll be spending it in the big apple with the pea.

i am excited, it will be like living “serendipity”, that has gotta be one of my favourite shows ever, ever. i’ve watched it so many times i can quote from it. it is set in new york, and i say i am really looking forward to seeing new york exactly as it was in the show. (no, i will not be disappointed.)

here’s the trailer:

in fact, i know exactly what i am going to do this christmas.

we’d wake up around 10 am, go for coffee at a proper coffee place (because if you know the pea, this is vital), go to bloomingdales and buy something (you gotta watch the movie), go for ice-cream at serendipity, come back for a full christmas meal including turkey (or chicken if its just the two of us), pop champagne, and go for a horse drawn carriage ride (he promised), and we will wind up at central park to watch people skate (cos i dont think it will be very romantic if i did) on the frozen late, sing a couple of carols and then head down to at least look at the lovely waldorf astoria.

” its begining to look alot like christmas..”

i’ll find my favourite new york moment, and say “this one’s climbing the charts”

i wondered if i would see her again, socially, just the two of us, with her busy schedule and my own. i thought somewhere along the way, in the midst of finals and love and lost-love, we had lost each other. i cant say we were ever so intuned or insync that i missed her, but today sitting across her, i realised how much i was missing.

there is just that something about her, a certain je ne c’est quoi that i couldnt put my finger on but i wished i had in me. of her energy, of her daringness, of her ability to remain as i remembered her, years ago when i first met her, despite it all, despite it all. and you wont ever forget the brassy laugh she has.

i dont usually wax lyrical, but today i had a ton of fun, just listening to stories, like my own and finally finding someone who truly understood it.

i am proud of you, and the person you’ve become.

Hey there Delilah

been pretty hooked on this song lately, maybe its the NYC reference. and the fact that the prefect has recently learnt to play it on the piano so its always on whenever she takes a break from studying.

the boyf’s hair has grown out and he refuses to cut it, so he kinda looks like a supermario mushroom

i think its kinda funny; but i bet his friends over there are thinking wtf.

its been a quiet month, but the tinkerbel is finally back from melb so i think i can finally breathe a little. 

sometimes, i really think i just cant. c-a-n-t.

and i wonder if its the lack of discipline, lack of urgency or just lack of.

i need a weekend fr the weekend,

xoxo,   c

all in a weekend’s work. add in conference calls, reports and payroll. i am tired, a little close to breaking point. need a weekend from this weekend.

dont get me wrong- i do enjoy meeting up w pple, especially the old classmates. but i am by nature not really a social person. and small talk doesnt come easy to me. while for pple like the boyf who gets energised and excited meeting friends. i however, unwind by reading or watching tv. (and when the boyf is around, with a kiss and a cuddle)

severly under-sleeping.

with inked ribbons and pushpins binded together to form part 1.

i think the pups are in cahoots

 because i cant find all their grooming brushes. all of them.

and i’ve got quite a few.

kanasai.

.. i wish i was more.

more what, i do not know.

just that i wish i was more.

off to bed.

you  know,  when  I  stay  home  to  watch  tv  in  my  pyjamas  with  a  face  mask,  i’m  not  lonely,  weird  or  antisocial.  I  actually  do  enjoy  it.

the meeting

that’s pixie.

guess who’s smitten?

(by the way, beiwers are considered rare, and are actually the result of a recessive gene. the first biewer had 2 pure yorkshire ( bronco) parents. if they have offsprings we can expect them to be yorkshire terriers (ie like bronco).)

its so lovely. watch!