A Christmas Gift...My Barbie

I cannot say that Christmas this year followed the same tradition as it did since my childhood. As a kid, all I remembered about Christmas was laughing, good presents, and togetherness. What happened this year? I busted my ass trying to find perfect and not tacky gifts for everyone in my family. I started two months ago and was mad shopping for gifts until Christmas Eve. Our family had a party on Christmas day. The transformation from a quite cozy and warm 5pm to the wild, insane, prozac-filled Chinese and Vietnamese gathering and hour later, was almost too much to take. The discussions between small groups of loud people and children running around and babies crying, I couldn't help but to not feel happy. Hey, it's Christmas right? I had a headache, there was no where to sit, my boyfriend and I couldn't share a quite moment together. A lot of people ate a well-prepared meal and left almost immediately after. A whopping two presents for me this year...so unhappy. (A gift certificate...loves it and the best present ever! A digital camera from my boyfriend with a 512mb memory card!) I'm not the type of person that thinks presents are the most important gift, but I felt cheated for trying so hard to get everyone a gift to feel special. Am I wrong for feeling this way? Not even a "I hope you have a wonderful Christmas!" The Christmas party faded and ended. End of story.

I had a Christmas party with some of my girlfriends. We decided this year to just do the Secret Santa thing. Instead of getting everyone mindless gifts that don't mean anything, our mission was to think dig into our minds and find a suitable gift for the person. It was a blast. We had dinner at a handsome little French restaurant with food to die for. My secret santa gave me my very first vibrator! Pink!! After the roaring laughter when I saw it, I almost cried because it was then that I felt I had really great friends. We shared all our stories. Who would give someone a vibrator as a real gift if they weren't real and sincere about it!? I'm not saying she just wanted me to have a raunchy time by myself, but she was comfortable enough to give me a present like that and not as a gag gift. I decided to name it my "Barbie". Does anyone have instructions for this thing?!?

I am thankful...for real friends.

What's buggin' you these days?

I got the bug!! I'm sick (again) and I'm not sure if the cause is the cold that's going around, or if it's stress. I've had a major panic attack last week. A 1cm WHITE HAIR!!!!!! WTF?!?!? I've never had white hair before! (Oh, except for my first panic attack a month ago when I found my first white half a strand of hair!!) Can somebody tell me what's going on?!? I was seriously freaked out!! It was like a scene straight out of a movie.

In the washroom looking in the mirror. Then "physcho" music plays and my face freezes! The camera is quick to zoom in on this pube-looking WHITE hair!! I let out a scream and then win an academy award.
Thank you, thank you. No pictures please.

Oy...my wild and dramatic imagination has gotten to my head...again.

The Sick Sick World

So in the newspaper the other day, there was an article on the front page of a newborn abandoned at a bus stop. Who are these sick people?!? The baby was only 3 days old!! The news features way too much of situations like these and it's so sad.