Sniffling.

I don’t normally think it’s very cute to have the sniffles. It’s kinda hard to, clutching sodden tissues and sniffing and coughing and hacking away.

Then she fell sick.

And gods, she’s as cute as ever, even though she looked kinda miserable and kept keeling over.

Identity.

Relax, this is not going to be a lengthy scientific discourse.

There’s plenty of ways to prove your lineage. Phenotypical evidence, which basically means you look like the people who brought you here; genetic evidence, which shows by means of matching of DNA that your parents share genetic code with you and are therefore very likely to be your parents.

The Masquerade.

Something she said got me to thinking. And to quote Gaston’s loyal follower in Beauty and The Beast, it’s ‘a dangerous pastime’.

Well, thinking, and contemplating kicking myself when the internal soundtrack suddenly switched to the Carpenters singing This Masquerade…

Grinning Like An Idiot.

Not a bad way to welcome in the new year. And given that this is a rather ominous year if the Mayan calendar is to be believed, might as well make the most of it.

Today was a lot busier than previous years, to say the least… most years I usually spent at home with the parents after dinner… Had tried going for a countdown once… and I think almost being trampled once in your life is sorta enough…

Inspiration

… to do things one normally would never do. Or even consider.

For the first time in almost decades? I’ve gone to see a dentist.

And what’s even more bizarre? I’ve got a follow-up appointment next week. >_____<

Revisiting The Clubs.

Tags

butter factory, room full of strangers

Clubbing. Sadly, not the kind involving a long blunt object connecting repeatedly with a particular body part, usually the skull.

Was never that big a fan of it, to be honest, but I think everyone goes through a phase where they wanna go to a dark, smoky room full of strangers and dance like a spaz to loud music while imbibing alcohol.

I think I’m no longer in the mood for it, or I’ve outgrown it. By quite a bit.

Invoking Tradition.

Admittedly two days late, but there ARE supposed to be twelve days of Christmas, so I’m taking that at face value.

Been a weird coupla days on leave. Kinda nice being able to chill at home and not keep plugging at work. Would be even nicer if she was on leave too, but… /shrugs… at least I’m still seeing her regularly.

Emotional Rehabilitation

Christmas. The Winter Solstice. Yule. Midwinter. Many names for the same holiday, though the first is the most well-known. It’s a remarkably well-celebrated holiday around the world as well, to say the least…

And in addition to having parties and stuff at this time… there are people who decide to hold their weddings on this holiday too…

Twas The Night Before Christmas…

… and all through the… /twitch… nah, not going there. There’s been so many parodies of that particular tale, I don’t think there’s much of a point mucking around with it anymore…

It has been one of the best Xmas eves i’ve had though.

One Month.

It’s been a month. And I’ve been happier in this last month than I’ve been for a long, long time. Rather atypical way of celebrating a one month anniversary though.

Had been wracking my brains trying to figure out how exactly to do things, but I figured that since we already had to attend Rach and ZW’s wedding, as well as a party at her friend’s place, I’d just keep it simple.