Shucks I am soooooo lazy...
I can't even think now..
My brains are fried to the crisp and the only thing on my mind is, "What should I get for Xmas?!" (besides the usual how to clear MY workload but that's another blog together)
I'm sooooo in the holiday mood that I bought a mini Xmas wreath for my desk. Was contemplating bringing a stocking too but I seriously do not want the office gang to make off with my cutsy sock or worse, treat it as a dustbin and starting throwing paper inside.
Yessss, that's how much love there is in the office for me... Hohoho

This year, I have my baby to celebrate Xmas with; and I'm soo excited about it! (see how I'm gushing now)
It's our first celebration and I do hope there is definitely more to come..
I had not gotten his prezzie yet since it is relatively easy to get. (Read my earlier posts to see what I'm getting) I think I will just opt for the lazy way:wait til the very last few days prior to Xmas and rush to Orchard and get it. If I do shop now, I'm gonna waste away my money on unnecessary cute and expensive things (ie Chanel sunglasses & Prada keychains). Money is very hard to earn, you know and I was not born with a silver spoon. I believe I was born naked and without wrenching any cutlery.. Hmmm

Well my baby had asked me what do I want for X'mas? I seriously I do not know. I have many wants. I just hope he can ask me a more constructive question such as " what do you want for Xmas if I'm buying for you and you don't have to worry about the price?" or "what do you want for Xmas but I have a budget of only $xxx?" or "what do you want for Xmas if there's no limit to what I can buy?!"
Please note, the first and third questions are of two different meaning. *Sighz*

For a start I want a lot of things, many things, all the pretty things in the world. I'm greedy and shameless; note to mention superficial! Hohoho
To end the start, my wants are not justified. *double sighz*
Money could be put to better use in paying off my study loans rather than getting cute and expensive sunglasses. *sighz + a whine*
Money should be saved for rainy days instead of indulging on logo emblossed bags. *signz + a tear shedded*
I should be more pratical instead of giving me baby a hard time in getting me gifts.

Okies here's my wish list (if he is paying any attention to it, duh)
1. Chanel 2.55 Classic Double Flap (peach with gold hardware or white with silver hardware)
2. Chanel lambskin wallet (black or pink)
3. White X'mas (typical of me to wish for this every year)
4. Happines for my baby and me! (eenuff said)
5. Bali Holiday for my birthday (well I'm early for next year, ain't I?!)
6. Mac the PC, not Mac the burger....

Le Premier Bonheur du Jour

Le Premier Bonhuer du Jour
(Paroles: Frank Gérald / Musique: Jean Renard, 1963) (Lyrics: Frank Gérald / Music: John Renard, 1963) Françoise Hardy (France) Françoise Hardy (France)

C'est un ruban de soleil
Qui s'enroule sur ta main
Et caresse mon épaule
C'est le souffle de la mer
Et la plage qui attend
C'est l'oiseau qui a chanté
Sur la branche du figuier
Le premier chagrin du jour
C'est la porte qui se ferme
La voiture qui s'en va
Le silence qui s'installe
Mais bien vite tu reviens
Et ma vie reprend son cours
Le dernier bonheur du jour
C'est la lampe qui s'éteint


THE FIRST DAY OF HAPPINESS

The first day of happiness
It is a ribbon of sunshine
Onto your hand
And caress my shoulder
It is the breath of the sea
And the beach waiting
It is the bird that sang
On the branch of the fig
The first day of sorrow
This is the door that closes
The car goes
The silence that settles
But you come back soon
And my life goes on
The last day of happiness
It is the lamp which turns off

The heart

The heart, alive with emotions fragile as glass..
The heart cries but without noise; who can hear its screams?
The heart bleeds as if it was a burst dam flowing ferociously
The heart, devoid of a humane touch is nothing more than a cold lump..

My heart, puzzled at other hearts' cruelty
Was made a laughing stock
My heart was kicked and bruised
My heart, nothing more than a jester
Made to lift smiles on the unfeeling
My heart, jaded from all this unnecessary games

Her heart, reaching out to the unknown
Unknown was only punishment which mercilessly enveloped her
Her heart tasted cynical words which she assumed was love
Her heart believed pathetic lies
Which even fools could see beyond
Her heart, jaded from all those iniquity

The heart, cold and lifeless
Pained and crippled
The heart struggles to breath
Living is such a torment
If only the heart could skip a beat