summer

soaking all that sun

all you need

how very tempting

deep down,
i'm just a kid who wants to play
in the sand and never ending blue

the season has taught me five things:

1. That Santa is not real.
I never had much regard for him and knew, even at a tender age, that the guy was somewhat of a hoax. Mainly because we didn't have a chimney and not believing in him was simply a much better deal than coping with the fact that other kids got gifts just because of a different house architecture.

This, coupled with the observation that Santa at the clubhouse was always of indian ethnicity, very much different from the jolly one on all those xmas programmes.

2. That it will always be about salvation.
The day Jesus was born will always be what it means to me. No, I'm far from the christian archetype and yes, I smirk at annoying holy rollers behind their back yet despite my never-ending questions, the underlying force of the religion has always been about love. And I am, but a dumb schmuck for love.

3. That you can always diet after.
Yes, I'm looking forward to stuffing my gob with food, pausing only to come up for air, shop and party hearty. Tsk tsk. Calorie counting and any form of strenous exercise will have to wait for 2007's NY resolution.

4. That there should be much laughter among family and friends.
I remember the warmth of what used to be. The very idea of any of us being apart was in the distance of our futures.
I am grateful every day, blessed by the knowledge of you (and you and you and you...) I'll be home soon, even if only for awhile.

AND

5. That every girl should own a slutty sexy black dress during the season.
With the countless numbers of christmas parties, balls, etc etc, the dress is vital should you find yourself running out of things to wear and in dire need of back up. Black will always be slimming, dresses are evergreen and you'll make heads turn with your fabulousness :)

Btw, what are the chances of finding the words 'sexy' and 'jesus' in the same post?

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Masquerade was the theme of the recent Christmas Ball

guess who picked me as his date?

thank god for short speeches, good food..

and yummy dessert..!!

we made do without the mistletoe

circus acts

joy is not in things, it is in us -Wagner-

Dear Santa, I want botox for Christmas

The bleary greet of eyebags and 2 new wrinkles does not a merry morning make.

Of late, I have been dreading questions of what I have been up to. Instead of a oh-I-went-swimming-at-the-Bahamas reply teamed with the casual flip of hair, I offer a bleak grin and say "Oh, you know, same old same old". The week has been a whirlwind of work, christmas events and more work.

On a brighter note, I have been stealing away at lunch breaks to do my christmas shopping and have learnt one thing. That one exercises amazing self restraint and will-power during the whole ordeal with thoughts like:

"Oh, she won't like that BUT I LOVE IT!!!"
"Oh, that's not really his taste BUT I LOVE IT!!!"
"That would make a great gift BUT IT WOULD LOOK FANTASTIC IN MY APARTMENT!!!"

By the time I haul my derriere back to the office, I am exhausted by all that screaming up in my head. It doesnt help that the boyfriend encourages such bad behavior with quips like "A girl can never have enough shoes*"

(* may also replace shoes with dresses, bikinis, bags, etc etc)

Admittedly, I'm starting to get a little stir-crazy here - perhaps a big change is right around the corner.

Just ten more sleeps and I'll be home.