Merry Kissmas! And a Happy New Year!

So... what did everyone get for Christmas? Did y'all get whatever was on your list? Christmas this year was very different for me. I was actually in the holiday spirit! It's been a while since I have too. I caught the Christmas bug in the office. Hard not to since they had an office Christmas party and organized Secret Santa. Unfortunately, my Secret Santa was NOT Danny Castellano so I didn't get a private dance number to Aaliyah's "Try Again". If you have no idea what I am talking about, please watch The Mindy Project. If you are Mark Jacob, please Google "Chris Messina, dance, The Mindy Project". Then reenact it. Hahahahahaha.

I went for Christmas Eve mass and it was pouring heavily. I wore a silver-y mint baby doll dress with my new Christian Siriano for Payless shoes, (These are the shoes that I got so distracted with, I lost my phone), topped off with my black leather jacket. Gotta keep it gangsta, you know what I mean.

After mass, I went to look for Mark to give him his Christmas present but he just had to disappear before I got to him. There was so much confusion going on. Basically, my parents left without me. 

Merry Christmas. 

Mark and I unwrapped our presents together when we got home. I got him 2 Manchester United bags. 1 duffel for him to put his (stinky) shoes and sweaty (stinky) clothes whenever he goes for hockey or futsal, and a backpack so he can show off his Red Devil's pride whenever he goes for classes. 

I've got mad wrapping skills

Not bad la. The boy got me shoes. Very daring since he knows I'm very picky when it comes to my clothes (I don't do bows, floral print, etc etc). The shoes were fierrrrrrce as hell so yay. He has been observing my shoe taste. OH! And he got me LANA DEL REY! OMGAHHH! I screamed like a banshee. I was so preoccupied with the shoes that I forgot that he told me there was something else in the box earlier. I was still admiring the shoes until I looked down at the shoe box on the floor and saw something peeking out under the gift tissue paper. It was almost completely covered and all I could see was 1/4 of it but I already knew what it was. I can recognise the corner of Lana Del Rey's Paradise Edition cover art from a mile away. Thank you baby. I lafff it. Parents got me a Marilyn portrait. I'm a happy kid. 

Marilyn, Lana and 5-inched heels. Ahhhh.

But probably the best present of all was finding out that my cousin is preggers! I'm so excited! I completely lost it when she told us at our family Christmas lunch. I must have looked like a puppy that knew it was gonna get treats.

My babies are also home! So hard to get all of us in the same time zone nowadays. (Ashqinn M.I.A.) I hosted a little slumber party at my place. I practically devoured a whole box of green tea Kit Kat's by myself. Also stuffed my face with more chocolate, carrot cake, Oreos and god knows what else. Not to mention Mal made us brunch the next day. Omelette du fromage topped with bacon bits AND bacon on the side. Ahhh, heaven.

My own Nigella Lawson

My parents were away so I brought out their mattress and mine so we could have a massive bed in the hall. I live in a tiny humble apartment so my hallway is pretty narrow and the angle between my parent's bedroom door and the wall is very acute. So while the girls and I were trying to manoeuvre my parent's bed through, I saw an opening and I took it. I yelled, "Pivot! Pivot! PIVOTTTTT!!!!!!" 4 for you if you got my FRIEND's reference. If you didn't, please watch this video and slap yourself for not being familiar with one of the best shows ever on television.

However, I honestly feel that the person who enjoyed the bed the most was my dog, Chloe. Felt this weight plop next to me halfway our Mindy Project marathon and I see this fool all snuggled up next to me. Kept trying to get her off the bed but she kept coming back. I gave up. She looked too cute. 

Goldilocks didn't realise that this bear was still in the bed

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Ben's has the best Caesar salad.

I feel like I'm all ready for 2014 with my Game of Thrones calendar. Such a painful purchase though. This thing cost me almost 70 bucks. Ouch.

In the words of Lily Allen,

I lost my phone last weekend when I was in Paradigm mall. In Payless Shoes to be exact. I'm not sure exactly when it happened. It could have been when I was trying on shoes or when I was knocked over by the staff. (I really hope the latter was an accident) The aisles in Payless are really narrow so it's difficult to manoeuvre when two human beings are in the same aisle. And it resulted in me almost falling in the the rack of shoes in front of me. Luckily there was a stool in front of me so I managed to catch my balance on it. My phone could have fallen out of my hand if I was holding it. (But I don't remember if I was or not). Either that or....

Some asshole swiped it when I was trying on shoes. The thing is, I don't remember putting it down anywhere next to me BECAUSE I wasn't sitting down, I was standing. And it's not me to leave my phone on random shoes boxes around me. I noticed it missing when I was at the cashier. Told Sue to call my phone, and it rang and there was an answer. Except no one said anything on the other line. I should have screamed. So if the thief was still in the shop (if ever), she would have been able to hear me on the line.

Alas, this story has no happy ending. I am indeed a phone-widower. My phone isn't a particularly fancy phone either. It's a Blackberry Bold 9900. It's not the newest phone, nor the prettiest nor the coolest. Can't do much with it since Blackberry does not have access to majority of the apps available. Nonetheless, it was MY phone and it was my birthday present from my presents so it has sentiments behind it. And even if it was useless when it came to the camera and the apps, it was still a pretty phone. :( No some bastard is holding it.

Thankfully I don't have that many pictures and videos in there. But ada la. Videos of me and Sue being random, pictures of Chloe and I. I feel so violated right now. And immensely furious. I spent most of mass thinking of ways to hurt that person. I hope my phone explodes you shithead. I hope karma bites you in the ass. Also,

Heaux heaux heaux

It's that time of the year again! I find that every year during Christmas time, I become such a Scrooge McDuck. I lose all excitement for the Christmas trees, decorations and Christmas jingles. I think a lot of it has to do with my childhood memories of Christmas. Now, you'll probably think I had a shit childhood because my family never celebrated Christmas. Exact opposite. My childhood Christmas memories consisted of my cousins sleeping over, staying up till midnight so we could tear open our presents, then heading to my Godma's swanky apartment in Bangsar and (through my 5 year old's eyes), an equally swanky Christmas cocktail party. (Not to mention opening her Christmas presents, she always spoiled me silly. Still does).

And on the occasions where my parents and I would fly to the Philippines to spend the holidays with my mum's side of the family, the celebrations were spectacular. Christmas meant the whole family in my uncle and auntie's townhouse, which only means one thing when you put this many Filipinos under one roof = HAVOC. It's loud and noisy. Just the way I like it.

But I guess I just grew up. I became too busy with school and assignments to have time to write a Christmas list (One time I wrote a puppy and a baby sister. I DID get a puppy. Baby sister, pending) 

But this year, I will (try to) not be Scrooge! I'm gonna be excited again. I've already been listening to Michael Buble's Christmas album to get me in the mood. I even resorted to a photo opp with a Santa hat.

No coal for me please

To get me even more in the Christmas spirit, I took a cue from my childhood self: Getting presents
Presents were the icing on the cake about Christmas. (Or maybe even the whole damn cake). So I already received my first Christmas present!

Hello, kitty

Confession: My first Christmas present is from myself. And I already opened it. And wearing it.

Lost and Found

Arm swag

I felt so silly yesterday when I was going through my desk at work and found my gold Casio watch sleeping soundly underneath my paper tray. I was like "I LEFT YOU HERE?! WHENNN?!"I may or may not be a horrible mother if I have children. (I have had dreams of misplacing my baby whilst shopping.) 

I remove my watch during work cause it's quite a bulky watch and it gets in the way when I try to type. I must have pushed it underneath the tray without realising. Luckily I wore a long-sleeved top so I could get out of work with 2 watches! LOL. I felt like those shady watch sellers you see in the movies that have a big trenchcoat and wear a whole bunch of watches on their arms and open their coat to show you more of their stolen goods. As I type this, my gold watch is resting on my laptop case. I promise I will bring you home this time.

Insomnia

I couldn't sleep last night.

So I downed two glasses of my mum's Baileys. 

Stephanie loves NYLON

I didn't go for mass today. Instead I hopped into a cab went to The Curve. By myself. Mark called me to find out where I was and I told him. Could hear Michael laughing at me in the background. He found it hilarious that instead of going for mass, I went shopping. I feel like I just lost 50 Catholic house points. (Yay for the Harry Potter reference)

I buy all my magazines at this magazine store called sun@mag. They're on the LG floor. And they are MASSIVE. They have their huge main store and their tiny shop where they keep the not-so-recent issues. The first time I found that place, I was honestly like a kid in the candy store. My eyes grew wide, jaw to the floor, I practically sprinted down the escalator with my 5 inch heels. I was in Wonderland. There were rows and rows and rows of magazines everywhere. I turned around and I see Mark laughing at me. He must have thought I was some jakun. I bought a couple of issues of Nylon and I was a happy kid. Afterward, I kept saying how this was the best Valentine's day ever (because it was Valentine's day) and Mark said the only reason why I'm so ecstatic is because I found Nylon Nirvana. (This is true.)

So imagine my sheer horror when I found that my sanctuary has been converted into some fucking steamboat place. THIS CANNOT BE HAPPENING. WHERE WILL I BUY MY NYLON NOW. Yes, I can buy my Nylon at MPH and Borders like every normal person but you see, I'm poor. I cannot afford to spend almost RM20 on 10 issues of Nylon a year (June/July are combined into 1 issue and no issues are released in December.) I'm still a university student so if I know I can save on something, I'll grab it. FORTUNATELY, sun@mag still keeps the small tiny shop where they used to keep their old issues. I am heartbroken.

But all was not lost, I bought 3 issues of Nylon today. September, October and November 2013 with Alexa Chung, Emily VanCamp and (my love) Lana Del Rey on the covers respectively. All with the price of RM8 an issue. Told ya it was a steal. The only down side to this is that I do not necessarily get all the issues. I guess when I start working, I can afford to buy my babies at regular price. Till then, sun@mag, please do not fail me.

2.0

I miss blogging.
I used to update my old blog religiously when I was a wee teenager. A couple months ago, I took the liberty to revisit my blog filled with my juvenile ramblings. I was such a stupid kid.

Ever since college started, I never really had the time to update it anymore. A Levels really does suck it out of ya. And unlike most of my friends, I never really took a break. The whole transition from SPM to college and from college to university. I was like Speedy Gonzales. And I never really realised how fast time was flying until recently. I'm well into my final year of university (Starting my final semester in January actually). I finally have some free time on my hands so I thought why not start blogging/writing again since my creative outlet has been somewhat stifled these past few years. I had been relying on Tumblr through these years and because I am so lazy, I would just reblog pretty pictures most of the time.

Ok. I lied.

I technically do not have 'some' free time on my hands. I'm currently doing my internship. I'm doing a degree in Medical Biotechnology so I'm interning at a pharmaceutical company in Mont Kiara. As of Friday, I've already been there for a month! The people there are really nice and I've been settling in. Jam's a bitch though. But I shouldn't really complain. Some people get stuck in traffic way worse than I do.

1t's 12.21AM. It's officially December. 2013 has been a bullet train.