Saturday, December 25, 2004
Christmas sends me on guilt trips. To all those people who sent me cards and/or presents: thank you very much. Believe it or not, I'm feeling rather sentimental right now (even though I'm simply rubbish at expressing it). I'll make up for this year's Christmas no-show, I promise. Meanwhile, do keep in contact. I'll try, even though (admittedly) I'm not too brilliant at it.
Fooling around with candles on Christmas Eve reignites the pyromaniac in me. Moulding hot wax is fun, and accidental spillage onto skin only has temporary effects. I actually tried writing by candlelight. It is not too hard, once your eyes adjust, but it's not something that I plan on doing regularly.
Had 4 carolling performances at the Esplanade on Christmas. We had a very supportive audience for the last performance, but by then our standards were drooping and we were on autopilot, so... pity. I _still_ haven't managed a flawless performance, so I'm hoping for one without major mistakes. Oh, and the Concourse display is one of those things we could charitably call 'strangely compelling'. It's the most disturbing portrayal of an angelic host that I've ever seen, and children clamber all over the garden.
I'll be in Malaysia from Sunday night to Wednesday, visiting relatives I've not seen in years. Most of that time will probably be spent in my uncle's car. What the heck, at least I finally get to use my passport.
words were spilled on Saturday, December 25, 2004
