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It's almost, just almost 2006. A very scary thought, that, knowing that one year has past.

Don't you notice it's always like this? In the early parts of the year, you wonder why time passes so slowly, especially when there are less holidays. But when the year-end approaches, and you get your chance to clear your leave, and to sit out several holidays at one go, (at least once a week, plus a few more to look forward to next week), you start to wonder, 'Where did time go?'

Suddenly, I'm over my mid-twenties, and the late twenties are quickly approaching.

Scary man. I mean, when I was younger I can deal with using soap and water on my face. Now, when I get to shopping malls and I walk past those expensive beauty-counters, I actually feel like I might want to try one of those peeling things, or that anti-aging cream. And then I decide, OK, maybe I can still work around with sliced cucumbers, just once a week.

Just over four years ago I was comfortably asking some donations from Mum anytime I wanted to buy something, at a time when I felt it was still legal to beg her for stuff like a new computer, or some extra funds to help me pay for my camera. Nowadays, I'd feel terribly guilty if I had to tell her that money is a little tight and ask permission whether I could give a little less to the household fund. Surprisingly, I could save a lot more when I was barely out of school and earning a measly paycheck… now, I'm getting twice of what I used to earn then and barely, just barely making ends meet.

It's tough being an adult.

It is an apparent misunderstanding that females are more prone to flogging dead horses.

Men do it just as well, if not better.

I shouldn't blow things out of proportion and call it matter of national pride. Maybe I'll put it down to the man's ego, it's ego, just ego. There's nothing wrong with ego really, it's what defines a man. Applause to that. He's a man, aye, no doubts about it.

Meanwhile, because I'm female and moving on is my speciality, I'm still going to Singapore next week to eat Wantan Mee. Without the tomato sauce.

Who says you can't personalize good stuff to make it even better?

Add-on: Apparently men with big balls also have the tendency of awaking sleeping dogs in the name of humour. Medically speaking, big balls can't really be a good thing. Having them blue and engorged must really hurt.

Last night Eric called me at 11.30 pm. The presents he told me were from his female colleagues?

They were actually for his company's x'mas gift exchange party.

After that I heard him laughing the longest laugh on the other end of the phone.

I AM VERY ANGRY YOU KNOW OR NOT, YOU KNOW OR NOT?!

Gah.

Dear Blog

I could make this more of a diary, but I can't. Because it is not that.

However, I can lapse into moments. And when I do, actually, you won't really know what I'm talking about. Because it's going to be ramblings and ramblings of everything all at the same time, and oft-shocking moments where I, again, astonish myself by this ridiculous ability of mine to overanalyze everything all at the same time, when there really isn't any need at all to be so disgustingly nervous about everything.

Or even, be worrisome at all.

So you see, you don't have to wonder, 'Eh why izzit that women, have no respect for ATTACHED men, and give presents to the guy anyway?'

At the same time, I don't have to wonder why is it that everytime I get attached to someone, the gifts I get from the fun fun fun group of people, just drastically reduces to numbers I get from females alone?

I can probably think of two reasons, for the separate groups.

1) Women in general have no qualms about causing the inherent jealousy in their attached male friends' girlfriend/wife/partner/whatever to surface. Oh of course, 'It's Christmas, it's just a gift.'

Never mind that the idiotic, clueless boyfriend will feign innocence and say to the girlfriend, 'Oh but please, it's only a present, and it's you I want, not her.'

Never mind that uninterested girls would not bother two-sen about giving a Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf teddy bear to a single-but-attached-and-very-attractive-unmarried male colleague.

But I still don't understand women. Although I can actually see myself bothering to shop for little trinkets for plausible trees if if if, I were not already happily attached. But damn it, my man is MINE ok, now stick with the chocolates and cookies, but don't give stuff like eau de parfum and cute-sy teddy bears to my man!

2) Guys will only give presents to you if you're single, otherwise, even the slightest gift of a chocolate bar to a single-but-attached-woman will probably snip their commodity value in half!

Alas, those are days long past, and now I can only look happily to the blog for comments, the e-mails for well-wishes, and the phone for smses with glad tidings. No more nice little plushies, and flirtatious x'mas cards that suggest 'a date?', no more, no more.

At least, I'm satisfied with glad tidings, but hell, those women should really get their hands off my man.

I'm leaving you with my favourite Christmas carol.

Oh holy night!
The stars are brightly shining
It is the night of the dear Savior's birth!
Long lay the world in sin and error pining
Till he appear'd and the soul felt its worth.
A thrill of hope the weary world rejoices
For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn!

Fall on your knees
Oh hear the angel voices
Oh night divine
Oh night when Christ was born
Oh night divine
Oh night divine

Led by the light of Faith serenely beaming
With glowing hearts by His cradle we stand
So led by light of a star sweetly gleaming
Here come the wise men from Orient land
The King of Kings lay thus in lowly manger
In all our trials born to be our friend.

Truly He taught us to love one another
His law is love and His gospel is peace
Chains shall He break for the slave is our brother
And in His name all oppression shall cease
Sweet hymns of joy in grateful chorus raise we,
Let all within us praise His holy name.

Merry Christmas to all!