Santa Baby

Santa Baby

Santa Baby,
Just slip a sable under the tree,
For me,
Been an awful good girl,
Santa Baby,
So hurry down the chimney tonight.
Guess what, people. Eva and I just pranked Naz horribly. It was hilarious, I almost died laughing. We weren't really awful, we just filled this trash bin full of water and put it up against Naz's closed room door and knocked on the door. When Naz opened the door, I'm sure you can guess what happened. It was like Noah's ark all over again! Oh, and we've got another surprise for Naz tonight -- we hid an alarm clock set to 4am in Naz's room. Naz has this exam thingy on tomorrow (I'm not sure exactly what, but it's some law thingy), so this is just out own little way of wishing Naz good luck! Actually, you really shouldn't blame Eva and I for being immature -- Naz and Clea were the ones who started this! Many months ago, in Port Dickson, at the Avillion, Naz and Clea came into our room when we weren't there, stripped all the bedding off, took everything in the room (I'm not kidding -- chairs, clocks, remote controls, every-fucking-thing) and hit it in their room, turned the air-con as low as it would go, filled the bathtub with toilet paper (I can practically hear Carin crying because they killed trees -- fucking murderers, hahaha!) and leaned the mattresses against the windows. So, really, you can't blame Eva and I for wanting to get one smut of revenge back at Naz.
Santa baby,
A "54 convertible too,
Light blue,
I'll wait up for you, dear,
Santa baby,
So hurry down the chimney tonight.
Anyway, went to church today, and congratulations Clement (dammit, my mom says I can't call you Clement anymore cause you've become a deacon!). Remember last year, you told us that you weren't even sure that you could make it to becoming a priest? Seriously, Clement (damn, I've gone and done it again), we're all really proud of you! At church, while mass was going on, I was a million miles away, completely in my head. And I swear, the things I was thinking of could've made Jesus blush! Saw Mel Netto there, it's always nice to see her. She gave me this huge hug (I'm not kidding, the girl's 5'11") and we talked for a little while. Sr. Jane was kinda stupid today, too. I don't think she's forgiven me for the thing that happened with mom's Sunday School class and stuff, but whatever, I've got bigger problems to deal with, like not seeing *Bumless at mass. I swear, I kept looking for *Bumless, but no sign. Break my heart, why don't you, God? After mass, went for breakfast and then went home to sleep for a couple of hours (I bloody slept at 3am the night before, okay?) before going to get my hair done.
Think of all the fun I've missed,
Think of all the fellas that I haven't kissed,
Next year I could be just as good,
If you'll check out my Christmas list.
Hair turned out not too bad, pretty good, actually, apart from the fact that the gay (Bunwoman, you're so right about gay hairdressers) hairdresser put too much product in it. It's kinda flat now, and the hairdresser said that mom's hair looked better than mine. Whatever, man. Finished up at about 3:30pm, called Cham to hang out while waiting for mom to finish. We walked around Taman Desa for a good half-an-hour, just wasting time and eating burgers and stuff. Hadn't seen her since ages ago, so we obviously had a lot to catch up on. She may have the better body (the girl's built like Abby Wambach) but I'm taller than her now! I was so damn ecstatic about that! Correction: I am so damn ecstatic about that. As usual, we ended up talking crap. Here's an example:
ME: There're absolutely no rules with Joanne, la.
CHAM: Yes there are! Makes my nerves go nuts everytime I see her. *cough*slut*cough*
ME: *confused look* I actually didn't get that, but okay! Let's get burgers!
CHAM: Still with the ADD, huh, Steph? *shakes head*
Santa Baby,
I want a yacht and really that's not,
A lot,
Been an angel all year,
Santa Baby,
So hurry down the chimney tonight.
Hung out with Cham a little longer, but had to go back after mom was done, cause she was feeling sick and wanted to go home (Cham, I think she just doesn't like you, hehe). Went home and checked my mail, and sure enough, there was a reply from my very own Majorcan Matador! *squeals* Okay, not exactly Majorcan. My Spanish Armada? That's just lame -- I give up. So, yeah, he'd gone to Majorca for the week and sent me pictures. Will reply tomorrow or whatever, since I'm here, faithfully blogging. Random thought: I can't wait for Bunwoman to get her ass back to KL so we can hang out! I swear, I have been so bored lately, I would carve my skin with a knife and rub ink into it if I had the sanitary methods of doing so. Shit, did that even make any sense? I was so bored today that I texted Stephanie Cheng to talk about this weird, freaky-looking bitch who goes to her church and we ended up talking about Christmas plans and mass on Christmas night (me saying that I hate mass and I'm trying to get out of it, and her saying that I should pray for a Christmas miracle about *Bumless). Oh, well, at least I got a kick out of it, even if I won't be praying for a Christmas miracle. I think I need to let go.
Santa honey,
One little thing I really need,
The deed,
To a platinum mine,
Santa Baby,
So hurry down the chimney tonight.
Oh, people, check this out. I almost died laughing when I talked to Ash recently. We were talking about coconut wine and Hawaii and Natasha Kai, and Ash said, "You would not believe the amount of palm trees in Kauai, so if you wanted to visit Natasha Kai, you could totally make coconut wine for her! Oh, hahaha, and after a few glasses of the wine, who knows what she might do with you!" And ignore the song that comes with the post. As Christmas is coming up, I'm gonna be using Christmas songs for posts. I swear, the next one will be something good, like Blue Christmas. I'm telling you people, I seriously love that song. It makes me sad. You have to be a fucking insensitive asshole to not be saddened by that song. Or maybe I'm drunk right now. I don't know. All I know right now is, I want a monkey and an Amelie Mauresmo for Christmas. No, no, that didn't sound right, I want the Amelie Mauresmo for Christmas. *smiles* Much better. Okay, I am so drunk. I wAnt t0 tyP3 lYke ThI$~~!
Santa cutie,
Fill my stocking with a duplex,
And checks,
Sign your X on the line,
Santa cutie,
And hurry down the chimney tonight.
We've got the scorelist for the concert on the 22nd and it sucks. There's this random guy singing Wake Me Up When September Ends. He seemed amazed when I knew who Billie Joe Armstrong was , and then proceeded to butcher the song. With vocals and a guitar.
RICK: You look terrified.
ME: I know, Rick. This sucks.
RICK: I know. *smirks*
Come and trim my,
Christmas tree,
With some decorations bought at Tiffany's,
I really do believe in you,
Let´s see if you believe in me.
Okay, I am really stoned right now and I want a cigarette. And an iced Milo, which I can get much easier than a cigarette. The post ends here.
Santa Baby,
Forgot to mention one little thing,
A ring,
I don't mean on the phone,
Santa Baby,
So hurry down the chimney tonight,
Hurry down the chimney tonight.

<3
Steph