Call My Name & I Won't Make A Sound

“You, who make my life so god damned difficult. The girl who reads has spun out the account of her life and it is bursting with meaning. She insists that her narratives are rich, her supporting cast colorful, and her typeface bold. You, the girl who reads, make me want to be everything that I am not.
But I am weak and I will fail you, because you have dreamed, properly, of someone who is better than I am. You will not accept the life that I told of at the beginning of this piece. You will accept nothing less than passion, and perfection, and a life worthy of being storied.”

— Charles Warnke

It's a little past midnight, and I've just sent my laundry to the wash after an evening of clearing my room of all the papers that were scattered all over the study table, sofa & part of the floor for the past fortnight or so. I'm currently swathed in my favourite flannel Ikea blanket while watching reruns of Giuliana & Bill, contemplating whether or not I should start on my C83STO presentation for next Tuesday, even though a big part of me just wants to curl up listening to Michael Buble's Christmas album all night (yes, the Christmas bug has finally gotten to me, and about time, too). Although I wanna save it for the weekend, I'm tempted to have a mini-pamper session tonight before bed - hair mask, face mask, body butter, the works - as I've finally gotten the coconut milk body lotion from Sephora that I've had my eye on for the past few months (which was such a wonderful investment; I woke up to the most delicious smell this morning after slathering it on before bed), plus a few other bath & body products that I just couldn't resist getting while I was in the store. I was there for a good two hours, all the while sporting a silly grin on my face - one of my dreams is to have a miniature Sephora in my closet - as I went around the store picking out all my favourite items. I didn't get all of them, of course, but I did end up getting more than what I initially planned on. I guess the Bare Minerals starter kit just wasn't enough for me ;P

Since Christmas is just around the corner, I think I'll post up a video of one of my most-played songs of the holiday season.



It's Charlotte Church's rendition of Ding Dong Merrily On High (: It just puts me right into the Christmas mood, and transports me back to the Enid Blyton stories of my childhood (those of you who have read her books would know what I'm talking about). Warm minced pies straight from the oven, drawing funny faces on frosted windows, a big cackling log fire in a grand stone fireplace, snow-capped mountains dotted with pine trees, hot chocolate topped with freshly whipped cream... Mmn, the perfect Christmas. How I wish I was in the Alps right now.. *day dreams* Anyway, happy holidays everyone!