Merry Christmas To You!

It's the first Christmas Eve I've had to work. Yup as people are running around doing last minute shopping or basting whatever's in the oven, I'm here at work (obviously not working) but still here nonetheless.

In fact, it's the most un-Christmassy Christmas. Buying paint, ceiling fans, kitchen cabinets, wall fixtures, blah blah and completely indulging in ordering people around. There's the spirit of giving...giving orders to be precise.

But, I'm pleased to say that moving flat has not put me off jingling bells. In fact, it's made me want it even more. All the trappings of a commercial Christmas: Santa stockings, candy cane, brussel spouts and Mariah Carey's new Christmas album. I embrace them all!

Poor me, I'm basically robbed of a Christmas. Everybody's off travelling and torturing us with pictures of them skiing or slugging wine in some vineyard. Thank you FB for that. Then Mum realises that Bun and I are actually fully grown (and a bit more) and therefore sees no need to celebrate - "I'm not Christian, why should I celebrate Christmas?", she says. My reply that there is absolutely no shame in celebrating a commercial Christmas did little to sway her over-principled Capricorn sensibilities.

And to make it worse, Fellow Corp Comm Practitioner decides to get married tonight...and so there will be rendang and bandung in place of stuffing and mulled wine. Very inconsiderate I told her...

Then there is the matter of this weekend. Which I shall spend painting walls - yes, all by my lonesome self unless Rich Boy Upstairs or Freaky Single Dad really do mean their offers to help out. Do or die Khaki will be transformed to Dior Grey by Sunday evening.

And to add insult to injury, I have to dress up for a fancy dress party on Christmas night! Firstly I don't do dress ups. Secondly, instead of dozing off in a haze of brandy butter, I'm going to have to put on a very tight dress, place a wig over my head and attempt to look like Helena Bonham Carter - or general crazed person. And its Italian food...!

To save me from this very bizarre Christmas, Thank The Lord for Cougar who leaps to the rescue, albeit it reluctantly (because she will be hungover from tonight) with a fabulous Christmas lunch at The Y Mansion. There will be people, presents and potatoes (ie. turkey)! Yippee! So there is Hope after all., which is the overall message of this post and of er, Christmas in general....

So, Wishing A Warm Merry Christmas To All, especially to those freezing in most parts of the world...Cheers!

O.M.G.

You know the episode in Glee Season 2 when Finn discovers Grilled Cheesus? Well I think its happening to me. But without the grilled cheese.

An explanation for non-Glee fans: Finn discovers an image of Jesus on his grilled cheese sandwich and proceeds to worship it (that's TV for you!) and lo and behold, his prayers come true! Not that I'm drawing parallels between my life and fictional TV plots (Grey's Anatomy is NOT real!) but lately, my wishes have been coming true and I can't help but wonder: could God be finally answering my prayers?

Let me give you an example. As you know, I've gone all homey because I'm doing up my humble new abode (incidentally, it's themed: narcissistic explosion of self indulgence - LOVE). I''m pawing the pages off Elle Decorating and all I see page after page are the most grogeous divine have-to-have Madeline Weinrib carpets in everybody's insanely tasteful homes. Want want want. Unfortunately the cost and hassle of buying it all the way from NYC leaves one with a depressing outlook of Ikea padded floors. I wept an imaginery tear and mumbled for God to be fair.

Scene Two: this afternoon, I bump into Hippo's ex girlfriend and she tells me her family business is customised carpet manufacturing. "We copy all kinds of carpets, including those in magazines," she proclaims, like an office-attired Gabriel handing out her business card. I'm sorry but if that's not God answering a prayer, I don't know what it is.

And then I wished wished for a chandy in the dining room. Of course, all that stupid crystal costs a bomb but lo and behold, after a quick prayer, I find not one but like an entire range of affordable chandies ON SALE in SSF and get this... my colleague whips out her SSF Corporate Card entitling me to EVEN MORE DISCOUNT.

It's freaky and spiritual at the same time.

Then I prayed for thinness and the doctor proceeds to prescribes thyroid medication for weight loss without me even asking! OK so I haven't lost any weight but I can see that God is trying (not His fault that moving stubborn fat is like moving an entire mountain range).

And then! I prayed for a cold holiday seeing that so many people I know are off to lovely wintry vacations and I'm stuck chasing lawyers in stifling KL. Guess what He sends me? An impromptu weekend in Fraser's! Complete with horses, roast dinners and strawberry jam! I'll take it!

There are so many incidents. Honestly, far too many to recount. Like wishing I had a social life and then receiving an invite to hang out almost immediately. Or wishing for money and then somebody writing me a cheque the next day. It is truly freaky and beyond coincidence. God is FINALLY listening!

So Bubbit asked me the other day, if I could have wishes what would they be? So I told him for children to stop starving, for people to stop fighting and last but certainly not least, WEALTH FOR ME!

Perhaps I should start buying lottery tickets?