The Christmas goose

(Otherwise known as A Very Long Blog Post)

That’s me, I am the goose.
Not because I resemble the bird in any way but because like the poor bird, I am so overfed that you can now extract my liver for premium foie gras.

Christmas Eve
Christmas started innocuously enough. The pouring rain truly dampened my spirits and I was restless and grumpy.

“!(imgcenter)!(Christmas friends!)”:

After caroling at the Grand Hyatt hotel (which had a strangely rapturous reaction from the audience), the bunch of us made our way to Modestos to pig out on giant pizzas. Unfortunately, we finished our meal in record time and started singing at the restaurant. Okay, so we drew some annoyed glares but to be fair, I think most of the patrons were rather pleased with our harmony.

Then, we walked down Orchard Road, starting our very own countdown to Christmas five minutes too late and singing carols as we walked, while passers-by stared, cheered and sang along.

Was it madness? Definitely. But it was also one heck of a night, something I would not be forgetting in a hurry.

The boyfriend drove me home and in the warm comforts of my little room, we exchanged presents.

“!(imgcenter)!(Presents galore)”:

He bought me the Nike yoga bag which I had briefly mentioned my liking for! It was a Nike Christmas for the both of us since I had gotten him the Nike+iPod sport kit, especially bought in New York by a friend of mine who was there for a business trip. The sport kit was a hint, boyfriend. Hint, hint!

It’s Christmas time!
On Christmas day proper, we trundled down to Raffles Hotel for the reunion session. Can I just say that the Chorale seniors had more fun than the JC singers did? Looking at their faces and body language, not many seemed to be enjoying themselves. It was carol after carol, sung with deadened and bored expressions. Where was the excitement, the buzz, the passion?

On another note, I fell in love with the boyfriend all over again, as he stood in front of the crowd and sang his solo for Gaudete. His lovely voice made me want to throw my arms around him and plant a smacking kiss on his lips.

After that, it was dinner at Cafe Brio’s with the gang. We ate and laughed and chatted and the mood was relaxing and festive. The food was replenished quickly and the conversation flowed. When it came to the gift exchange, we were all excited and raring to go.

“!(imgcenter)!(With all my presents)”:

I FEEL LOVED! Trevor, the sweetheart, was my secret Santa and he bought me an Escada perfume set! I wasn’t really expecting anything expensive, least of all from him, and it took me by such sweet surprise. Sniffs. He’s really been one of my bestest friends in the world and I am truly blessed to have him in my life.

And so, Christmas ended with me snuggling in bed with the boyfriend and playing Viva Pinata and Uno on a borrowed XBOX 360.

What a great Christmas it was!

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