Lovely Christmas Eve with a full day of epic fullness, Christmas Day just chilling out with Mo and Post-Christmas this year with the TTDI Clan.
Now who the toss gave me a giant lolly for Christmas? Some people give the strangest gifts...
Oh, and My team won for Charades. In as well were Danny, Ikhsan, Nawi, Faheem and Faheem's girlfriend, Hana. We has kink-link. It's weird. Auto-gel.

Anyway, it's nigh 3AM. I feel an itch that needs to be scratched because it seems that I have not been in the presence of enough intellectually stimulating individuals. I probably need to get back to the amazing world of being busy.
Have stimulating conversations often enough and one tends to forget about the itch.
Stay alone at home long enough and you get this aggravating rash of an itch that craves to be scratched and speaks to you. And trust me, it speaks volumes.

I... have less... tummy fats. YEAY!

People say that a large forehead means you are intelligent/smart/bright/wise/etc.
And fat earlobes mean that you will be prosperous/well-off/financially free.
I have both.
*shrugs*

I have Sara Bareilles stuck on repeat.
I wish I was as poetic as she is. So awesome. So so so awesome.

Backtrack to Christmas day when I hung out with Momocat. We bitched as usual but the topic that came out more than once was about stimulating people and how we both feel that we're pretty smug that we were the weird kids in school. Well, I was anyway. I still am pretty smug -- and according to Junes, pretty condescending.

We're all probably going to be at Grass of Patch again for NYE. It's now a tradition that everyone might not be likely to break any time soon. So this time, more twister, charades, taboo? Perhaps someone to snog when the ball drops? Definitely Chicken this time and not pizza. Pizza gets cold fast... and kinda gets not tasty anymore.

And a side note saying how I get somewhat jealous of the couples I'm in the same room with mainly because they found someone they could boss around, get bossed around and/or act like a complete retard with. May their love and adoration NEVER end because they GMH. :D

Countdown to Melby: A month and a half.
Yeah, and Momocat said I'm less badass and I've become mellow. I told her badassness only came from the fact that I intended to be on the same badassery level as the bloke I was seeing, or higher.