The only blind person at Christmas-time is he who has not have Christmas in his heart.
- Hellen Keller
So the winters are here. Not as chilly as i would like them to be.. the namesake winters of this place.
Christmas will be here soon and even though i am a Buddhist, i pretty much like this wintry festival. i am done with the gift-shopping and can now just sit back and mull, compare my gifts with everything that catches my fancy and wonder if i should go and exchange.
The weird thing is that i won't be home for Christmas and neither will my gifts.
My plans for Christmas are:
PLAN A: Wear my best clothes. Build myself a comfy, warm fort out of the cardboard cartons. Sit inside and play Adam Lambert, Britney Spears and Lady Gaga loudly. Go into pop-whore mode. Eat jelly and apples. Cry. Drink warm chocolate. Write letters to everyone, which i will never post, ever. Eat more jelly. Drink condensed milk and eat more apples. Practice making bitchfaces. (courtesy Rookie) Sleep
PLAN B: Wear my semi-best clothes. Drink, fake-laugh, drink more, smoke, fake happy. Eat cold meat. Return home feeling like shit and hungover.
Tough call but yea somehow i shall manage to make my mind. i think i am the only girl who manages to cross my credit card limit before i can even pay the previous one. Anyhow i am stocking up my larder for my PLAN A. But i am also assuming it will need to be restocked long before the D-day arrives.
- Hellen Keller
So the winters are here. Not as chilly as i would like them to be.. the namesake winters of this place.
Christmas will be here soon and even though i am a Buddhist, i pretty much like this wintry festival. i am done with the gift-shopping and can now just sit back and mull, compare my gifts with everything that catches my fancy and wonder if i should go and exchange.
The weird thing is that i won't be home for Christmas and neither will my gifts.
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| A conceptual art photograph i clicked |
My plans for Christmas are:
PLAN A: Wear my best clothes. Build myself a comfy, warm fort out of the cardboard cartons. Sit inside and play Adam Lambert, Britney Spears and Lady Gaga loudly. Go into pop-whore mode. Eat jelly and apples. Cry. Drink warm chocolate. Write letters to everyone, which i will never post, ever. Eat more jelly. Drink condensed milk and eat more apples. Practice making bitchfaces. (courtesy Rookie) Sleep
PLAN B: Wear my semi-best clothes. Drink, fake-laugh, drink more, smoke, fake happy. Eat cold meat. Return home feeling like shit and hungover.
Tough call but yea somehow i shall manage to make my mind. i think i am the only girl who manages to cross my credit card limit before i can even pay the previous one. Anyhow i am stocking up my larder for my PLAN A. But i am also assuming it will need to be restocked long before the D-day arrives.
Anyone wanna join? either of the plans? Anyone?
Fine, heartless beasts. Have a happy Christmas <3
Sayonara
*___*
like your blood splatters!
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