Home for Christmas...

My mother was trying to contact me over the weekend but was unsuccessful due to a) I was sleeping; b) the connection was fuzzy; c) I didn't pick up the phone; d) I was ogling cute dermatologists. Finally she texted me to tell me that our friends from long ago are all coming back to KL for Christmas. If you can read between the lines as well as I can, it translates into:'' All my friends' kids are coming back, so you have to come back too." And so yours truly being the filial daughter, is going home for Christmas! It feels good to be able to go home and annoy the little sister. The last time I saw my family was some five months ago. My siblings have supposedly grown taller (and fatter). I need to go home to assert my authority and squash the siblings a little. I bemoan the fact that my mother did not feed me enough as a child, thus my stunted growth. I shall dread the day my sister is taller than me and gleefully rubs it in *growl*.

I made a gingerbread house today. While everyone else manged to assemble their houses with minimal mess, mine was covered in chocolate and icing to keep it together. It is still really pretty though! No matter, the heavy icing will ensure the house stays in one piece on the flight home on Thursday! :) I have realised I am not cut out to be an engineer or an architect. I guess I shall stick to feet huh? :)

I can't wait! It's four days till Christmas! And the clouds seem to have broken over. The world looks rosy from where I'm curled up under my duvet. It's hope it stays this way! :)