Hidden Purple Paper Bells

i was browsing through Hermes at the HKIA (not that i can afford Hermes, but a girl can browse, cant she??) when the opening lines of O Come All Ye Faithful strained into the boutique. it’s one of my favourite christmas carols, and i sing along in my head everytime i hear it.

i walked out of Hermes and into the foyer so i could immerse myself more in the song and its spirit. there were fake christmas trees in every corner of the airport, colourful baubles and tinsel and all. clearly some of the airport staff had gone out of their way to decorate the place, because some of the christmas trees have prettily wrapped-up faux presents under them, complete with ribbon and blank To/From tags. suddenly i was gripped with a sense of panic. it’s already the 12th of December (happy birthday Alvo). Christmas will be here before i know it, and it will be over in the same manner.

when i come back from camp and the subsequent trip to Malacca with my friends,

what the fuck the turbulence on this plane needs to stop. right now. the orange juice of the lady on my left was inches away from being dressing on my laptop keyboard. -___-

right, as i was saying.

when i come back from camp and the subsequent trip to Malacca with my friends, it will be three days to Christmas. only THREE DAYS for pre-christmas festivities, last-minute christmas shopping, turkey, carols, candy canes and laughing at fugly badly done nativity displays. only three days, oh my god. where has 2006 gone?

christmas is so different every year. i’ve so much i wanna say about christmas but i’m just so. so.. tired.

and i havent even done my christmas shopping yet. argh. and stop asking me what i want for christmas! if you love me, you’d know what to get me without having to ask. but if you MUST know, i really wouldnt mind a pack of oreos.

17 comments December 12th, 2006