Christmas eve.
Arrived home from my aunt’s Christmas Eve gathering at her place just a couple of hours ago.
Good food, (my aunt’s cooking is amazing) and great company. Although having my little nephew squeal the house down each time he wants the PSP set doesn’t quite count as part of the ‘great company’.
I was disappointed with the ice-cream log cake though. It had almonds in them. :(
My aunt claims to have forgotten about my nut allergy when she bought the cake. So I simply had to sit aside and watch while the rest of my relatives devoured the log cake (which looked extremely tasty).
And as an ice-cream fanatic, I can’t stand watching people munch on ice cream without me. So, I grabbed a packet of prawn crackers and nearly devoured the whole thing.
Again, I suspect that this is an elaborate plan to keep me off the ice-cream, considering how my excessive ice-cream intake is no secret by now.
Imagine this, I have had three cups of ice cream for the whole of today - or yesterday rather, since it is past midnight now. Two in the afternoon, and one just now to compensate for having to lose out on the cake. (I am always seeking out new excuses for ice cream.)
Ah well, at least I’ve had my fill.
Merry Christmas, everyone.
There’s a huge ring mistletoe handing at my front door now. No Christmas tree this year, however. The previous (rather large) tree had been thrown out last month since there was no way it could fit into our new house.
Still, Merry Christmas anyway. Haha.
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Oh, can’t forget to mention this. En route home just now, we were honked and glared at by a rogue taxi driver for accidentally cutting into his lane. (Not to mention the fact that he was speeding at a lane where he was not supposed to be speeding.)
What a way to spread the Christmas cheer.
After dinner at a nearby restaurant this evening.
*Mum burps*
“Oops, excuse me!” says she.
Seconds later, she burped again.
“Uh oops, sorry. I don’t know why I keep burping today,” she apologized, shooting me a sheepish glance.
“S’okay,” said I.
“I farted in your car just now and didn’t say anything anyway.”
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One exam down, three more to go.
EDITED @ 11.48P.M, 27th November
Received my results (and overall grade) for yesterday’s paper and I am still in disbelief. You know, when you put in a huge amount of effort for what you perceive as your best subject, you would naturally expect to reap the expected rewards for it.
I spend an hour or more the night after each class reviewing what’s been taught that day (same applies for all other modules I’m taking this semester), diligently take down notes in class with 100% attention (and respect) paid to the professor, take all assignments seriously - only to receive a measly 14/25 for the final exam.
For my standards, 14/25 is so fucking unheard of!
If the grade for my supposedly best subject has just been well, degraded to a mere B (which of course, I am NOT AT ALL satisfied with), I fear to think about what’s going to happen to all my relatively weaker subjects.
Screw Search Engine Technologies. I’m moving on to my remaining three papers.
My aunt takes the fun out of eating doughnuts.
Managed to grab a huge box of a dozen doughnuts from Donut Factory (without having to bear those common, insanely long queues) for once, and lugged the budging box back to my grandmother’s place. The box was full of my favourite flavours - comprising spicy cheese, kaya with white chocolate, lotus mocha, to name a few.
Cousin David was already trotting next to me, practically drooling at the mere thought of Donut Factory’s doughnuts.
Just some background information:
Donut Factory’s is Singapore’s most favourite doughnut chain - characterized by long queues of no less than two hours at their pioneer outlet at Raffles City Shopping Centre. The retailer has since opened two new outlets, and things have improved vastly since then, although the queues still remain (bearably) long.
Reached my grandmother’s house only to end up having to bear my aunt’s endless droning (and nagging) about how doughnuts are deep-fried and thus are laden with cholesterol, how unhealthy doughnuts are and yadda yadda. Oh, and she strictly forbade my cousin David to eat them.
She didn’t seem to care that Donut Factory’s doughnuts contain considerably less oil than other doughnuts.
Plus, it wasn’t as if David was fat or anything. He’s as skinny as a broomstick - like me.
I sneaked David spicy cheese and double chocolate doughnuts later in the evening. (Without my aunt’s knowledge, of course.) That little fellow gobbled both in a flash.
Nothing, absolutely nothing stops me from my doughnuts. (And from the looks of it, nothing stops David from his doughnuts either.)
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Oh, and speaking of David’s size - a certain conversation en route back from our little Donut Factory escapade :-
“Gee, David - you’re actually darn skinny. Just look at your legs!”
“Haha yes, I know!” my younger cousin grinned at me.
“In fact, I think you should wear hot shots. You’d look really sexy in them.”
(I swear, I have no idea what made me make this sort of statement.)
“Errrrr … I think that’s the weirdest compliment anyone has given me before?”