What i love most about Christmas - the numerous gatherings, the pretty decorations, and the general goodwill and warmth that comes about cos with so many holidays in December, everybody's usually in a great mood.

What I dislike - the obligatory gift exchanges and the piles of general clutter which i had specified that people not get me. But still, they did.

And it's also at times like this, that you can see who're the genuinely nice people, who're the cheapskates and who're those who really really mind whether you get them a gift in return or not.

First up, the cuter and some, more thoughtful, gifts -- such as the meowmeow cookie tin with the meowmeow card. :)

Next up, the foodies, funkies (actually, just the coaster's funky) and the wellies (the Pooh towel's gotta be my fave, along with the fortune in the bottle thing).

And lastly, the tackies. I don't mean to sound ungrateful or anything, but a sea-horse shaped correction tape? Tacky. Very tacky. Suddenly the gilt photo frame which i had found tacky at first sight is looking so much better?? (PS: that frame looks much tackier in real life. it's a photogenic frame that's all.) And I really really do appreciate the kind thoughts, but somehow, the snail placemat and the toothbrush holder are just.... a tad on the childish side?

I'll admit it. I'm totally biased. Haha, if i like a person, even a mundane photo frame, chocs or toy will seem sweet to me. But if i don't... it's better they don't bother. :) Saves us both the trouble, haha!

Seriously, if people don't have anything better to get, they should really just not bother. I mean, gifts should come from the heart and if they don't, it's better not given, isn't it? Now I'm left with a whole lot more clutter, and headaches pondering what to do with them.

i can't believe how the topic of food can piss me off so majorly.

today's been SUCH a screwed up day. to start from the very start of the story, Pa brought home a free walnut cake last night and Ma'd promised to get bread this morning so that I could make sandwiches for work. So I went to sleep thinking there was walnut cake for breakfast and that I could bring lunch. Note, the walnut cake was whole when I went to sleep.

Come morning, I woke up and nagged at Ma and she didn't quite wake. I went to the kitchen, opened the box and found that there were only TWO slices of cake left. Now it's not that I'm desperately hungry and all that but WTH? We just bought it last night and it's already gone by morning? Less than 6 hours and there's no more cake for breakfast? So I asked Pa what happened to the cake and he said he took 4 pieces. Like, WTF? Are you a pig? Okay so never mind, it's cos there's no bread at home and he IS a pig. Apparently he ate two and packed two pieces for work and Bro had probably eaten 2 pieces last night.

I then went to my room and told Ma the last piece is for her and nagged at her further and she flew my aeroplane and told me to bring sandwiches the next day instead. OKAY, FINE. I went to the kitchen and was eating my piece of cake like a snail when Ma came into the kitchen and asked if i wanted her to buy bread now. Like, WTF? If you'd told me no already, please don't come and irritate me by changing your mind because even if you do go get the bread now, I won't have enough time left to make my sandwich so you might as well not bother! I would've been less irritated if she'd not come and asked me about the bread again for goodness' sake!

Fast-forward through a crappy day at work doing crap work and getting irritated by that bitch of a kueh.

Got home at 9 to find
1) some smelly pot of chicken thing.
2) a pot of veggie soup (i consider this to be equivalent to 2 dishes cos there's a variety of veggies inside)
3) a can of baked beans my idiot Pa decided to heat by steaming
4) Potatoes and carrots (which i've not eaten for ages so i was quite pleasantly surprised)
5) tau gua
6) the 2 pieces of walnut cake that my idiot Pa had brought to work and then brought back home again? (just like the time he brought my muffins to work and then brought them back home uneaten! Like, WTF?! If you're gonna pack them can you please eat them and don't bring them home again at night?!)

Opening the fridge, I found: half the grapes gone.

I scooped some rice and was preparing to dig into my dinner, partially irritated with Pa for heating up beans when there's so many dishes already and i've told them umpteenth times that a maximum of 3 dishes would be enough for me.

Sudden compulsion to check if the eggs were still in the fridge cos there was once i was plannin to make egg sandwiches and Pa put the eggs into the soup instead. Okay, check, the eggs were still there.

Now i was ready to dig in and lo and behold, guess what came to mind again? yes, the bread. and only then did I notice that there was not one but TWO loaves of bread on the table.

So what do we have?
A truckload of dishes for dinner, a table full of bread and cake for the week's breakfast, only the week is coming to an end and I don't normally eat breakfast, and an appetite totally gone cos i'm so freaking pissed by the OVERLOAD OF FOOD.