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Lost Time Is Never Found Again. |
December 26, 2011 |
Christmas Day was amazing. I’ve never had a proper Christmas celebration besides attending dinners, and last night was my first. As much as it was a little odd with the boyfriend’s extended family members at the start, it was nice getting to know the aunties, uncles and little cousins. I even played mahjong with Leon’s grandma, and she spoke to me in 4 different dialects. I recall having a conversation in the kitchen speaking hokkien, mandarin, cantonese and malay all at once. It was fun poking fun out of the boyfriend who looked absolutely clueless.
Food was great as well, with char-kway-teow, grilled sting-ray fish and the ais kacang! I woke up late yesterday evening, and its sure been a while since I felt so much pressure deciding what to wear.
How to look decent, not revealing, not improper and cheerful; I ended up wearing something I’d throw on like every other day. The boyfriend complained that I could have gone earlier to spend more time with him but I slept through all afternoon no thanks to the irritation on my eyes. It was some sort of an allergic reaction to my dogs fur.
Its been going on for days, so boohoo no photos till it gets better. As I was speeding my way, just randomly thought of buying an ice-cream cake for the fam; since I’m totally aware about Malaysian’s craze for ICE-CREAM and CAKES. Grabbed the last one from Baskin Robbins, and the toughest part was keeping it still avoiding bumps and sharp turnings. The dry-ice only keeps the cake chilled for an hour, so the pressure was crazy and thank goodness there wasn’t any traffic jam. Malaysian traffic jams; totally unpredictable.

Everyone loved it, so effort well paid off.




Super cute twins swimming on the carpet. So cuteeeeeeee ohmygosh!


What were you doing la hubba?

I didn’t take much photos from the night, didn’t do my usual thing; but there are more photos from the family’s cam so will grab that soon. It was nice meeting his relatives, being introduced and most of them assumed I couldn’t speak Chinese, but I replied them in Chinese (according to dialects) intentionally! Met his uncle who invited us over to Beijing sometime later this year, Leon seems pretty interested and I’ve had good memories in Beijing so we shall see about that. I’m not sure if my parents will be cool with me traveling all the way to China without them; but I think it shouldn’t be a problem since I’ve gone to both trips to Shanghai and Beijing without them. Something to look forward to.

The night ended with a session of exchanging Christmas presents. Something I loved the most about last night, he showed me photo albums and scrap books of his childhood. Leon, you were quite a cute baby and then you became……..

There’s something cool about this facial expression.

I love seeing you in this jacket.

It was his first time going through the albums. Then we talked about how we always take these moments for granted. Growing up was never easy, but there will always be moments that made it all better and memorable. I love taking photos. It helps me remember things, people and sometimes you get to relive these captured moments. It may seem totally unnecessary, but trust me; someday, they will be priceless. I hope your Christmas was just as wonderful.
My Christmas ended with me falling asleep while watching A Walk To Remember together. Could barely stay awake. I don’t think I made it past the fifth minute before falling into deep sleep. We were late for gym this morning.

Anyway, to end this post; I think there’s something really magical about Christmas. Did lots of thinking about how I’ve paid so much attention to the past that I lost track on how great tomorrows can be. Growing pains will go away eventually. Time heals all wounds. We must use time as a tool, not as a crutch. Do not wait; the time will never be ”just right.” Start where you stand, and work with whatever tools you may have at your command, and better tools will be found as you go along. The bad news is time flies. The good news is you’re the pilot.
Lost time is never found again.
–Benjamin Franklin
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