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C Is For....(Part II)

2. C is for CHRISTMAS:

I bought some ridiculous christmas wear for Chester yesterday. One of 'em is a cap which says "Jingle My Bells". Wahahah! I'll make him wear that before he goes for his castration surgery (C is CASTRATION! Kachhhaaa!). I say this again: Watch out, Chester! And you guys should watch this space for those pics too, and have a merry x'mas on Chester's expense.

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3. C is for CAMERA:

Today was supposed to be my coolpix day. I was armed with my trusty cam and intended to head down to a few spots to snap pics. My first stop was the park along Mounts Bay Road, which is home to quite a few cute (C is for CUTE! Kawaaai ne!) ducks and the famous Black Swans of WA. As i was about to take a shot of this lovely swan couple frolicking in the water, these words popped up on the viewing screen: Warning! Battery exhausted! Then my camera breathed its last alkaline breath, and gave up his soul. WTH!?! And i didn't even bring any spare batteries. I can be soooo COCK sometimes. Yes yes, C is for COCK. Don't rub it in lah.

By the way, did you all know that swans practice monogamy?

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4.C is for CAROLS:

Not you lah, peng. But yes, C is for CAROLINE (and CHLOE, i didn't forget!) too and that's another story. I love xmas carols. Absolutely love 'em! I was at Sanity yesterday and heard Paulini's (one of the top 12 in AustIdol last year) xmas album. The store was playing "When A Child (C is for CHILD! May each and every child's wish come true this xmas.) Is Born", which incidentally is one of my favourite xmas carols. I was totally blown away by her angelic voice and it almost felt like cherubs (C is for CHERUB!) and seraphs were fluttering around me! What indulgence.

Other carols which make me tingle (okay, tinkle cos it's xmas!) are: "The First Noel", "Away In The Manger" and "Silver Bells" (*tinkle tinkle*). What's YOUR favourite carol? No, i don't mean Carol Cheng, although her surname also begins with the letter C.

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5. C is for CHILDHOOD:

Well i must say that i really miss being a child, especially during xmas. Sis and i used to hang xmas stockings in our room and of course, Dad stuffed them with goodies and candies (C is for CANDY! Sweeeet.)while we're asleep. Our xmas presents would also 'miraculously' appear at the foot of our bed every christmas morning, and the two of us would squeal and shriek and tear up the wrapping paper in glee to reveal what's beneath. Everything was so innocent then and we believed in Santa Clause (Yes, Mr. C!) whole-heartedly. Now we're all cynics (C is for CYNIC. Another fuckin' C for u.). Did i say i miss being a child?

I also acted in the Nativity play during an xmas concert (C is for CONCERT! Now rock on!)when i was 6. I played one of the three kings (BOOO! So boring!! Why can't i play Jesus or what?!) and sang "Away In The Manger". I still remember what i wore that day - a white dress which had a couple of pastel-coloured flowers and a crown (C is for CROWN! Now call me queen.) that i made myself. The crown had those glittery stuff you can purchase from any bookshop. Just put glue on the paper and throw on the glitters. You'll know what i'm talking about if you're from my era. Don't ask me why a king wears a dress. Another cock-up, i suppose. Haha!