I planned my Christmas well. But nothing went according to it. Ended up spending time at home and Max's crib during eve and the day itself with dozens of people whom I don't know names of and faces that I can't remember already. M has the weirdest friends I swear (with triple Rs behind and all look the same throughout with similar crew cuts, I think they're from army) and my dad invited people whom he didn't remember inviting. I simply greeted everyone Uncle, Auntie, Ah boy, Ah girl.. with my best smile and then sneak off to my room with 2 bananas and chocolate fondue in my hands. Am not good at socialising.. seriously. I sometimes hate making new friends, and in that case, overage ones. I'd rather be friends with my sister's ancient laptop.

There is dance practice tmr and I promise to perspire a bucket. This Xmas is too sinful.. my body is squarish now and will probably turn pear-shape soon if I continue my kind of diet.
GOTTA WORKOUT!!!!

Used to put you all on top of everything. First place in my Msn contact list, a smiley for your name in my phone, a ringtone just for your calls.. I guess my habit died along the way. I think I took long enough. Enough. Thanks for the memories, cheesy.. but it was really one of the best things that happened to me.