Anniversary

Happy 9th anniversary, baby!

And here's to many more to come.

I love you.

Santa Baby

Santa Baby

Ertha Kitt

Santa baby, just slip a sable under the tree

For me

Been an awful good girl

Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight

Santa baby, a '54 convertible too

Light blue

I'll wait up for you dear

Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight

Think of all the fun I've missed

Think of all the fellas that I haven't kissed

Next year I could be just as good

If you'll check off my Christmas list

Santa baby, I want a yacht

And really that's not a lot

Been an angel all year

Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight

Santa honey, one little thing I really need

The deed

To a platinum mine

Santa honey, so hurry down the chimney tonight

Santa cutie, and fill my stocking with a duplex

And checks

Sign your 'X' on the line

Santa cutie, and hurry down the chimney tonight

Come and trim my Christmas tree

With some decorations bought at Tiffany's

I really do believe in you

Let's see if you believe in me

Santa baby, forgot to mention one little thing

A ring

I don't mean on the phone

Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight

Hurry down the chimney tonight

Hurry, tonight.

One of the sexiest Christmas song ever written.

Morally corrupt? Maybe. 

But undeniably oh-so-sexy!

I might just make it my Christmas song of the year.

*Fluttering eyelashes*

It's Beginning to Look A Lot Like Christmas

It's Beginning to Look A Lot Like Christmas 

Bing Crosby

It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas
Everywhere you go
Take a look in the five-and-ten
Glistening once again
With candy canes and silver lanes aglow

It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas
Toys in every store
But the prettiest sight to see
Is the holly that will be
On your own front door.

A pair of hop-a-long boots and a pistol that shoots
Is the wish of Barney and Ben
Dolls that will talk and will go for a walk
Is the hope of Janice and Jen
And mum and dad can hardly wait

For school to start again

It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas
Everywhere you go
There's a tree in the Grand Hotel,
One in the park as well
The sturdy kind that doesn't mind the snow

It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas
Soon the bells will start
And the thing that will make them ring
Is the carol that you sing
Right within your heart

And this is where I want to go shopping for my present.

Hibernation

For the past few months, I've been hibernating.

Literally, almost.

I know it's already spring. Well, nearly summer, even.

But I'm still not quite ready to come out of my hibernation yet.

Soon, maybe.

Ally McBeal

"The truth is, I probably don't want to be too happy or content, 'cause then what? 

I actually like the quest, the search. That's the fun. 

The more lost you are, the more you have to look forward to. 

What do you know? I'm having a great time and I don't even know it."

~ Ally McBeal (Ally McBeal)

Almost every winter, I re-watch Ally McBeal.

(And sometimes around Christmas too.)

It's slowly becoming sort of like a tradition.

No doubt, the TV series is a classic, and a huge success back during its time.

But it is also one of those shows that continues to hold a very special place in my heart when all the hype was over.

For us the sentimental bunch (or is it just me?), it's the type of show that just gets under your skin and stays there.

It's like the old book that you take out and re-read every year. Every time you read it, you feel something different, or discover something that you haven't noticed before.

Maybe I am biased. 

Well, fine, I am biased. There, I said it!

Despite whatever negative comments the world has to say about the show, I love it. And ain't nothing is gonna change that!

It's a show about love, music, Christmas, snow, eccentricity, heartwarming court cases that are unrealistic, loneliness, pursuit of happiness, true friendship, undying hope for romance, heartbreaks, bursting into songs, Boston, outrageous humour, dancing after work, honesty, and bravery to express oneself.

And, most importantly, the complete acceptance of another human being and to truly appreciate them for who they are.

A beautiful show with beautiful people, beautiful scenes, and a script that was beautifully written. What's there not to love?

It is quirky, romantic, and exquisite.

Almost poetic, even.

Watching the show does tend to make me feel a little sad and nostalgic though.

It will always remind me of those quiet nights that I curled up in bed after a nice long bath, with scented candles burning on my bedside table, and the sound of cold breeze outside of the windows.

But it is okay.

Sometimes, honey, it is perfectly alright to feel a little sad.

Fat

Is an ugly word.

Yes.

And also what I am feeling at the moment.

Both.

Fat and ugly.

Well, I sort of sensed it coming already, when I couldn't button up all of my skinny jeans. That's gotta trigger off a few alarm bells!

But I was in denial.

Maybe I was bloated that day. Maybe it was because I had just eaten. Maybe I drank way too much water the previous night.

Until I finally braced myself to step onto the weighing scale today, and realised that I've gained ANOTHER 2.5kg since the last time I weighed myself!

And if I'm not mistaken, this is the heaviest I've been in my entire life to date!

No wonder even my white jacket at work feels tight lately. Oh dear! *Hides face in palm*

I admit I have been over-indulging for the past 2 months, but I honestly didn't expect that I will blow up to the size of a whale!

I'm not ready to start dieting just yet though. Maybe after I'm done with this current job assignment.

Maybe, I said.

One stressful thing at a time huh?

For now, I'm just glad that it's winter here and we get to layer up! 

Thanks to my petite frame, people won't (well, here is hoping) immediately notice those extra pounds of fat and cellulite I have secretly piled on underneath the layers of clothing or my coat. So thank God for layering and the delusional effect of my daintiness.

But the waistline, oh the waistline (and don't even get me started on those thighs), is an absolute disgrace!

Time to go shopping for new jeans, fatty! *Slaps on bum*

Dinosaur

I'm a dinosaur when it comes to technology.

Proud and happy to be one at that, might I add.

I still prefer Moleskine notebooks, handwritten cards, and conventional phone calls.

To sum it up, I'm old-school, and much prefer it that way. 

As I always say, I'm an analog girl in a digital world.

Yes, I do own the latest version of Blackberry Bold (no touch screen, hate touch screen phones! And no iPhones, hate iPhones!), but it's more of an accessory than anything.

I mean, up until very recently, the only functions that I used it for were to make phone calls and send text messages. Just like in the old days, remember? When that's all mobile phones are for.

My friend had to forcefully install WhatsApp for me, which I gotta admit I enjoy very much now. And I even use Facebook and Twitter on my phone these days!

So you see, I'm not against technology.

I just don't like changes (old news!), tend to stick to what works, get emotionally attached to old things, and have difficulty moving onto new substitutes.

And as fate would have it, this dinosaur is married to a geek, who loves and embraces technology.

Now we are talking about a man who wants to change all ours doors to RFID locks, insists on installing the food waste disposer in our kitchen sink even though it freaks me out, and wants to turn our house into a "smart home".

Well, I have to say, I enjoy most part of it. The high tech home theater system, the latest biggest largest but thinnest TV, the top-notch kick ass sound system, and maybe even the whole water distiller + filter system.

My problem is, he likes giving me gadgets as presents.

Back when we were still dating, he bought me mobile phones, MP3 players, PDAs, laptops, and more electronic devices than I can remember.

But it got worse after we are married. In the past few months alone, he's bought me 2 new laptops, an iPad and an Asus Transformer tablet.

None of which I have laid a finger on. Or even took a close look at.

(Honestly, I wouldn't know how to maneuver them for Pete's sake, and have the slightest interest to.)

I'm perfectly happy with my dinosaur laptop. 

Sure it throws tantrums every now and then, it overheats and shuts down on me (much less often now, in its defence), it refuses to start on some days when it's not in the mood, or it's too slow to process or view some files, but we have a bond.

An emotional bond. For 2 whole years.

Everything is familiar, I'm used to its temper and quirks, all my files and bookmarks are here, and most importantly, my reluctance and resistance to changes.

So yes, I have 2 brand new laptops and 2 barely touched tablets laying around, and I'm still happily using my dinosaur laptop. 

(Though I have a sneaking suspicion that he already did foresee this happening and he actually bought them for himself under the pretense of as gifts to me.)

I think what I should do is to provide my husband with a wishlist of all the non-gadgety things that he can buy me as presents which will bring much more joy to me and hence much more use out of them.

And he should definitely come with me for a fun dinosaur ride in my little analog world.

Fashionably.