HAPPY NEW YEAR, FOLKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :]
The last day of 2013. The LAST day. There is NEVER going to be another day in the 2013, EVER.
Which also means that this will be my last entry of 2013.
This year has been okay-ish. I mean, there were some pretty great triumphs that had me over the moon, but it had its fair share of down-in-the-dumps time.
Oh, and just FYI [future-me], the relatives left back for Aussie yesterday. I felt myself fight back tears [that were probably prompted by the fact that I was standing near the flower vase and everyone knows I have hay fever. The tears were not because I was CRYING. Duh. I NEVER cry]
I can still recall Aunt Sammy telling me on the third day of their visit that the only thing she was worried about at that point of time was how we were going to spend the rest of their holiday because there were just so many days left. Now I wish I had that time back, because it just seemed to fly past me like a whir of fun, laughter and family bonding [Ew. I can’t believe I’ve started using mom-speak].
The top five moment of this year would have to be;
#5: Nabbing those three gold medals at my karate exam [thus setting the all-time class record of the most number of golds ever won at a single examination. Sweet!]
#4: Winning that cool baja-blue, best-martial artist trophy at the state-level karate banquet. [I haven’t mentioned that in my journal because that took place in January, WAY before my diary-days]
#3: Finding out that I’d come out tops at the national level literary competition [and, in the process, becoming a PUBLISHED AUTHOR!! AT TWELVE!!!!!! -which reminds me; I haven’t told you, DeDe, much about the winner’s banquet at Manhattan, have I?? Which is so totally weird as I usually find it hard to STOP spilling my guts out to you…-]
#2 and #1 [it was I tie. I really couldn’t decide]: Listening to mum and dad tell me that we were going to spend the Summer break IN DUBAI!!!!!!! and seeing Uncle G, Aunt S and Natalie and Norman as they climbed up the front porch [seconds before I flung myself at them, suffering from a serious case of Hay Fever]
Well. Those are the most cherished highlights. The dreaded ones are something I’d rather not go into at the moment [I wouldn’t like to trigger my allergy of… dark moments, now would I??]
It’s 11:59!! Time to go and count down the seconds with my family. Although I really confide in you, Dearest Diary [I mean, DeDe], sometimes, stuff is reserved for doing with my parents and Kathryn [however annoyingly obsessed she is with lip gloss].
10… 9… 8… 7… 6… 5… 4… 3… 2.. 1..
Wow. That’s all I can really say right now. Just, wow. This was THE BEST Christmas EVER!!!!! [And I know I say that every Christmas, but, trust me, it gets better and better]
Not only did I share my day with Uncle Gavin, Aunt Samantha and my little, too-cute-to-be-true cousins, but I got the COOLEST stash of presents I could have ever hoped for!! All I was crossing my fingers for was maybe a new journal [this one is so worn out, it can be mistaken for a dirty cloth] and a few pens [I don’t keep my expectations high. Once, when I was about five, I was crazy for this cool Disney Princess house that was, like, six feet tall with a kitchenette and stuff, and kept dropping not-so-subtle hints about seeing it under the tree on The Day. You can imagine my shock when, on Christmas, I saw a lousy, stinking bag of rubber bands waiting for me, instead of the cool Little Mermaid tent. Granted, I also got myself a sick pink mini-jeep, but I had my heart set on that thing].
I decided that I didn’t want to sneak up to The Tree in the middle of the night and sneak a peak, like I always do. Instead, I stayed in my room and rehearsed the lines I was going to say for when I opened up my -sure to be- lame presents. [Okay, that came out harsh. Its not like my parents don’t get me or buy me crap or anything. Its just that SOMETIMES I just don’t get what I want]
In the morning, I tried to paste a smile on my face as I raced downstairs and planted my butt on the ground, ready to start ripping open my presents. I was still in my PJ’s and my hair looked like it was a bird’s murder scene, but I didn’t care. All I wanted was to get this over with.
Well, I was pretty darn amazed as I shredded one if the gift wraps and revealed this structure, with forty little circular spaces etched in the red satin. ‘Mum, what is this??’ I asked, although I was pretty sure I already knew her answer. ‘It’s a cute frame where you can store all your medals. Your father and I happened to spot it at the sports’s shop and decided it would be the perfect way for you to showcase all that you have achieved. We were thinking about hanging it up above the mantelpiece.’
I tried hard to stop a tear from trickling down. [I wasn’t CRYING. I NEVER cry. It’s only because I am allergic to… gift wrap with, um, polka dots] My parents knew how important my medals were to me. And now I finally had the opportunity to bring it out of the musty storeroom where it has been lying, gathering dust. Think about the bragging rights at school that this thing would cash into!!
Maybe I won’t have to use those rehearsed lines after all, I thought, as I thanked mum for her thoughtful gift. My parents also bought me the whole Adrian Mole series and fuschia swimming goggles. Uncle Gavin and Aunt Sammy gifted me a diary with a lock on it, [thank GAWD. At least now I don’t have to worry about Kathryn sneaking a peek into y innermost thoughts every time I have to use the loo] a pack of water-proof markers and night-vision specs.
Well, the room looked a mess, what with the bits of colored paper littered all over. Everyone was gathered around the warm, crackling fireplace. I felt a sense of warmth and togetherness as I piled up all my gifts into one high heap and shoved it under the tree.
So now, here I am, in my bedroom. I told everyone I needed to put my presents away, as an excuse to get back upstairs and spill e everything to you, DeDe. I doubt I will be able to write in you till 2014, because we will all be busy with bidding the relatives good bye.
Oops, I have to stop now. Feni is tugging my tee for her afternoon walk and I cannot afford her to have another little accident right in my bedroom [The stench is enought to make the sterdiest person faint].
Got to go!
So much to do, so little time. Oh, I have to be superman to be able to buy gifts and do up cards for NINE family members in ONE hour. I can’t even browse the stores peacefully what with the hordes of last-minute shoppers who clog the malls. Who do they wait for the day before Christmas to purchase presents?? Idiots.
And how am I supposed to decorate nine blank pieces of paper and turn them into beautiful, custom-made cards, each unique pieces??
All this festive madness is driving me crazy. At least we got The Tree up this morning. If we hadn’t, I reckon I’d be at some Anger Management five-minute crash-course right now, my head driven up a sauce pan.
We are two days away from Christmas and here is a list of stuff that I have not done;
1] Bought presents for anyone [and this year I have to buy gifts for double the people because the relatives are here]
2] Put up The Tree
3] Made/purchased any cards
So you can see why I insisted on putting up The Tree as soon as I woke. Of course, as usual, nobody paid any attention whatsoever to the extremely important message I was trying to convey, so I stomped off to my room and stayed there till lunchtime. -As I always say, A girl can be mad as long as her tummy ain’t involved-
Thankfully, after eating till my stomach pleaded me to stop, I managed to talk some sense into Uncle Gavin who managed to persuade Aunt Sammy who forced Nat and Norman who cajoled mum who pulled dad who added Grandma and Grandpa into setting up The Tree.
Of course, by the time this whole chain of brainwashing was complete, the sun had set. Nevertheless, the Skarrs set off to the hall, each holding a part of The Tree. It was a merry occasion as everyone pitched in [yes, Kathryn as well, hard as it is to believe] and we finally did it. Yes, we did.
Then, Natalie, Norman and I decorated the whole place and decked up the dining room with mistletoes, holly and wreaths of green. It was a heart-warming moment as my darling cousins jointly placed the golden star on top of The Tree.
When I finally returned to my chamber, all ready to cross off one of the items on my To-Do Before Christmas list, CRASH!!!! There came a ear-splitting bang from downstairs. I rushed as fast as my legs could carry me and voila; right next to a toppled fir, stood Norman, sheepishly clutching his NinjaTurtles blade.
We are going to re-assemble The Tree tomorrow. And you can be sure that I will ban EACH AND EVERY explosive, destructive, detrimental, catastrophic, cataclysmic instrument from miles away from the house. See if I don’t.
As I squiggle [a fancy word for write] this, Kathryn is debating on whether to read The Ugly Duckling or Pinocchio [she is SIXTEEN], mum is wondering whether to wear a sixties gown or a funky mini for her annual BakeClub’s gala, Uncle Gavin and Aunt Samantha are thinking about going for a Jaws rerun at the multiplex, little Natalie and even littler Norman are fighting tooth and nail for the iPad mini and dad is pondering on whether to eat frog legs or smoked octopus for dinner.
Oh, we are a normal bunch, alright.
Even after repeating ‘I will not forget to pack my diary in my suitcase for the Manhattan writing contest winners banquet’ a hundred thousand times, I STILL forgot to pack my diary in my suitcase for the Manhattan writing contest winners banquet.
Just goes to show what I REALLY care about. I mean, I packed SEVEN packs of Gummy Bears and didn’t remember to stuff in my journal. Weird.
The winners banquet was AWESOME!!!!!!!!! I loved EVERY SINGLE SECOND of it, EVERY SINGLE SECOND. It was SUPER classy and I nearly swooned at the sight of Chetan Bhagat.
OK, no time to complete this post. Norman wants me to start a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles episode on his Surface. Later!