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Wooh… this year is drawing to an end. Its been a rather a mix of joy sad and pathetic year to look back. Maybe certain part of it turned out not as what I’d expected or maybe I’m just too much or too demanding. However, often things will not turn out as what we wanted…urrmmm, at least 70% of it will not be and thats a very sad thing to know. Life is not perfect. There must be ups and downs and it all depend on how you tackle it.

The best part of this year has got to be the fact I’ve found my love. At least life won’t be too lonely anymore… not that I’m no more lonely at all. I’ve left behind the fucked up life that I’ve lived before this year and hoping good life are coming ahead. I can say I’ve changed a lot ever since my birthday this year. You cannot afford to not change for someone you love and for yourself. You just gotta give and take and compromise on things if you have to, to make life better.

My mid-year accident that restricted my jaw movement forever is a sad chapter for this year. Anyhow I seriously kinda enjoyed the time being on medical leave and having someone to care for me… and at the same time being unable to eat anything really an experience you don’t want to try. That experience would have make me give up on life had I not have Szer with me.

Now… I’m taking a course to enhance myself and occupy my time when she’s not around. Maybe I should find a new hobby…. probably go take pictures. Haha. Oh yeah.. I have to study. I have a fair share of beef or shit in the office…. maybe because I felt being used for someone’s advantage and its unfair. Well, I’m not gonna dwell much on office shit… just to let you know.

And this blog, endroog.com is 1 year old. Hooray. The proceeds from payperpost subsidised all the hosting charges… so it can self sustain. Till then… Happy New Year from me and my szer.

Went to Mass yesterday…. mandarin mass (8.00pm at Jesus Caritas Church, Kepong) as my granny wanna go mandarin one and the timing is better. Go early and finish off early. The priest… Father i-don’t-know-his-name said in his Christmas sermon on why we are all so wrong in associating Christmas as/with Xmas.

The fundamental agenda of this celebration is the birth of Christ The Lord hence the word Christmas. Its just not mere giving presents. But he asked why deleting (cross [x] out) the word christ from christmas and make it Xmas? Yeah… I never thought of that.. really. I did thought of it before on why its Xmas and not Cmas for short form purposes but never did I aware or question about the deletion of “Christ” in the word. Normally I’d be asleep when I’m attending chinese mass because I don’t really understand mandarin… those spoken in lengthy speeches.

The priest who hails from Taiwan, even went on to tell us about the name change of Christmas in Taiwan. “Seng Tan Chit” where “seng” which means holy, is the correct chinese term used for generations worldwide…. but the buggers in Taiwan call it “Yeh Tan Chit”. Apparently because Jesus is called “Yeh Sou” in chinese… hence Yeh is his surname and the celebration of Yeh.

The Father even went on to tell us the original meaning of Christmas… Christmas Eve… where I think normally after the Mass, family will gather at home for a feast. Well, I’d prefer to have party such for gifts exchange. Stay at home have a drink or two watch christmas TV shows, or just a plain feasting at home will be just fine. They don’t sing the song Silent Night for no reason.

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The cute little boy… my cousin… it took me about 10 minutes to have this best shot. Monkey boy.

These Santa ornaments had been around almost as long as I lived. Man… my aunty still have these ornaments in tip-top condition.

Hmm.. a christmas wishlist? Well, last xmas wishlist was fulfilled partially in the form of my Szer.

Now I’m not wishing for anything material. As long as there’s food on the table and szer’s around with me this xmas.. year end… I am more than happy. To have a love one to enjoy christmas with is already a luxury to me…… looking back at the earlier fucked up life.

Szer is back for xmas and she bought me stuffs. Thats my only xmas wish and it came true. Her physical presence is all that matters. Thanks Santa.

Ok… btw, thanks for the angpaus from my aunties. Dad, don’t worry…. mom will be coming to you soon once the shit here are settled.

Merry Christmas, folks.

Ok… the reunion celebration was over and I had my best tong yuen in few years. Early morning mom and granny was already awake and busy doing their stuffs in the kitchen. They were preparing tong yuen – both “salty” and “sweet” ones. Actually I prefer eating the sweet one as its more colourful and nicer to eat. However, if you’re hungry the salty one is filling. Its just like what you get in koay teow soup just that you replace koay teow with tong yuen.

Granny said “tong tai ko nin” (winter is bigger than new year) . But to me… its nothing… as long as I get to eat high quality sweet tong yuen… I’ll be happy. All family member were at my place… all the kids almost turned the house upside down. The uncles watched TV until the TV watched them. The aunties all kepoh with their grandmothers stories…. even as I tried to take an afternoon power nap…. the kids came into my room and wake me up. They want toys apparently. Asked them to help themselves from my cupboard.  Kids are fun and make you happy but when they start to make highly audible noise, you may get sick…. like my granny.

I didn’t know when choosing a ladies handbag, there’s so much of both art and science involved. My mum really gave a good lecture.

From the colour, to the straps to the material to size to practicality to brands to age (person’s age) to almost everything…. there’s a lot of wisdom and philosophy in choosing a ladies handbag. Arrghhh.. why so complicated? Isn’t it the more compartment the better? Isn’t it the bigger the better for value? Leather vs PVC vs fabric? Colour like striking fluorescent green or the old plain colour or the glossy surface or the shimmering “Kate Moss” style of material? Singlehandle strap vs double handle strap is also a long chapter on its own. Ultimately of course the price plays a big influence in the selection.

This subject is very interesting as it is hard to get a bag that suits for all occasion… a bag which you can carry lots of stuffs yet trendy and arrghhh…. well, at the end of the day it all goes down to the preference of that person who’s gonna carry that bag.

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Wooh… I’m free. Well… I would like to say that I SMOKED but I’m not into it anymore. Only when I’m drinking I would like to smoke.. preferably kreteks like Saempoerna, Gudang Garam or Dji Sam Soe. The taste on the lips is just sweet. However I don’t inhale and just play only. Haha. Mel, thanks for the kretek the other day.
Like father like son…. he also smokes occasionally but he’s just playing smokes when he drinks. Cigarette goes with alcohol.

Yeah, I can control it now. I don’t crave for smoke. I smoke when I want to, I won’t when I don’t want to.