Claud

An avid collector of your hopes and worries, a romantic at heart.

She thanks her fairies, for blessing her with people who know compassion down to an art.

For accepting her for who she is, who never fails to turn up,

in times of need as well as happiness, or just there for a loving hug.

It's been a crazy week, given how I am actually blogging about this like 5:12am right after I come back from clubbing.

Yes, I finally got a taste for clubbing TWO nights in a row - Christmas Eve, and Christmas day itself. I daresay it's one experience I do NOT care to repeat for the sake of my longevity. Then again, life is uncertain one doesn't really know anyway?

I'm actually taking this time to blog because my hair hasn't dried. I envy men, short hair takes next to nothing to dry and my long tresses has to be blasted by the fan on speed 3 before it can suitably be laid to rest.

So Christmas eve was kind of a spontaneous decision. I didn't want to stay home to countdown christmas on my own and so went out to orchard to mingle (to put it lightly) with the throng beforeheading down. It was all very sudden....and Chris said he just needed an excuse to go anyway (however, having said that, tonight on the way home, he mentioned how it was a mistake to call him. I felt betrayed, but then maybe it's the sleepiness-grumpiness talking).

Christmas day was supposed to be the 'main event' since we've been looking forward to this day since forever. It's not just clubbing, but like spending it in a club. It's just a another new experience. Well, people are more daring, hands are more loose and Claudia is just more high on cranberry vodka. Decided to go a little bit further to get high in a club...HAHAHA! I can so hear snickers from the other side of the screen. I won't apologise for being too cautious.

Oh well, read this post through it's sounding a little like ramblings. But hey, I'm WWWAAAYYY past my bed-time (and my 222 would know how miraculous this is), still feeling the remnants of alcohol and music as well as a long day tomorrow is making me whiny.

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This year's christmas present to all my friends @ read-reading.blogspot.com is a nervous one. I don't know how people will receive it, given how it's a story. When it comes to fiction, art or music, people tend to judge the degree of competency. I know I am guilty of such a crime. Whichever way my friends receive it, I just want to let you all know that it came from the bottom of my heart and although I'm not the best writer out there, I'd like to think that my gift touched you in some ways.

Merry Christmas everyone!

I'll treasure the laughter, the words of comfort, messages of caution, hugs of love, precious time spent and lovely gestures of care the most this season.

Christmas present or not, I know I'm already blessed.

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