Christmas

WW got me a wonderful gift set, the one I saw and fancied when shopping with WW the other day. Didn't expect WW to remember it; I guess I gushed too much about it that it made an impression. Now the lovely pieces are sitting in a corner of the tv shelf, with the green-leafed wallpaper behind it as backdrop. And WW took the effort to develop and place a photo of us in the frame, which makes up one of the four white classy pieces. Love WW the hubby!

I didn't get anything for WW, coz really didn't think there was anything he needed or liked having as a gift. I did shop around but couldn't find anything worthy for him. So it's good that he picked this Silly Putty plasticine-like thing when we were at the toy shop. That is then my Christmas gift to him! Happy seeing him play with it so merrily like a little boy. :)

This Christmas I prepared only one gift (not counting WW's Silly Putty coz it was not prepared beforehand) and it's for Wong Tian. Tomorrow will be passing it to her. Let's see then if she likes it.

Only today I got to know that Mama doesn't like Christmas, for it was this day exactly 40 years ago that she got her leg amputated :( Poor mama. I don't think I'll be happily celebrating Christmas anymore going forward.

In the holiday mood

It was a nice shopping trip with tian yesterday. We went to suntec after work, had dinner at ichiban boshi which we subsequently condemned and decided to boycott, then went on to get a dress for myself and a sweater for tian. Bought a shimmery green tube dress which puts me in a Christmas mood. Thinking of wearing it for a fren's wedding two days before Christmas. The dress didn't come cheap though, but I realized price doesn't matter that much to me now, as long as it's not exorbitantly priced. We don't get enough time to shop, so why let a
nice piece go when you don't know when you'll be able to find another good piece.

It was fun to try on the loud accessories at the big warehouse-style fashion shop (didn't catch its name). Tian tried on the feathery hairclip which those classy English ladies at those posh parties wear, and I put on those urban jungle girl's hairband. Only in front of my dear sister can I do such foolish things and we will just laugh off at each other's novelty.

I come to realise that I'm a sucker for trying new things. It may be a good thing when I'm still young, but as I age on (haha sounds old yah), it may reduce me to a jack of all trades, master of none. Or it may just consume my time such that I can't do more of what I should be doing. For example, I'm taking bread making lessons out of interest. However, the course itself takes up time, with each lesson lasting five hours as we need to allow the bread to proof and to be baked. It would require even more time if I were to bake on my own at home. It seems too late to pursue the dream of starting my own bakery, for where would I get the energy? It's true that one should start out young, or you'd lose that drive soon after, especially after learning how difficult a world out there it could be.