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+ My Christmas tree looks like a reject from Liberace’s House of Crap. (Liberace said, “Are you joking? It’s too gay – even for me!”)
+ My two older sisters have moved out and started their own families. Although that’s a good thing 363 days of the year, it is not cool on my birthday and Christmas.
+ There’s no snow.
+ It’s not cold at all.
+ We don’t have enough decorations up because they’d clash with our Liberace Tree.
+ There’s no snow.
+ I have no one to kiss under the mistletoe.
+ We have no mistletoe.
+ There’s no snow.
+ There’s no snow.
+ There’s no snow.

So I’m Christmas shopping at Plaza Senayan when I suddenly bump into San May Tan – an old friend from St Hilda’s. We were best friends while boarding together back in Perth but we hadn’t seen each other since last year sometime when we happened to bump into each other again at the airport. She was in Indonesia for her brother’s wedding.

Last night I went to the wedding which was lovely. But the best part was going to Ex Lounge and Vertigo after with May, her cousin Chuan, May’s brother and new sister in law and a bunch of her brother’s friends. It was the most fun I’ve had in a long long time. By the end of the night, the groom was smashed, the best man was smashed…Chuan was pretty close to smashed and I’m pretty sure May was pretty close to smashed too. Oh! And May decided to stay another night because we were invited to Ex Lounge’s grand opening on Friday night.

Here’s to old friends and new friends that need to see each other more often.
Nice try getting me drunk, May, but you failed terribly. Mua ha.

It is Melissa’s last day of school today. After 1pm this afternoon, she will no longer be a student of the British International School, Jakarta.

It’s weird because she has been there since preschool. She doesn’t know any other place. But next year, she will start boarding at St Hilda’s Anglican School for Girls, Perth Australia. As much as I bitch and moan at her about things I really am going to miss her once she goes. Especially if I’m going to be here in Indonesia working. I’ll be the only daughter at home.

I don’t like the sound of that.

Dad: Does Jackie seem a little moody to you?
Jen: Yes.
Mel: No.
Dad: Do you know why she’s being moody?
Jen: Uh.. yeah.
Dad: Why?
Mel: Pregnancy hormones?
Jen: Uh.. maybe you should talk to her about it…
Dad: Is it about me?
Jen: Uh…yes.
Dad: And Tina?
Jen: Yeah.
Dad: And money?
Jen: Kind of…
Dad: … and the wedding?
Jen: Sort of… the wedding made her realise it.. I think…
Mel: Why? What happened at the wedding?
Dad: Jen, just tell me so I know what to say to her.
Jen: Look, she feels jipped in the love and affection department. She’s the least favourite twin. Tina’s the favourite one. It’s sibling rivalry. Competition. And it’s the hormones too. The pregnancy is getting to her. But you do tend to overlook her a little, dad – even if you don’t mean to.
Dad: Hmm.. ok. I’ll give her a call. *dials number*
Jackie: *phone rings* Hello?
Dad: Hi Tina- Err.. Jackie… sorry.. I mean Jackie… sorry… Jackie… Uh…. Erm..
Jen and Mel: *choke on Starbucks coffee*

Jen: You have this uncanny way of making me feel guilty…
Matt: No i don’t want you to feel guilty
Jen: I’m mean to you because I haven’t completely forgiven you.
Matt: I know.
Matt: And i take a fair bit of it…
Matt: Seriously… you are a bitch to me fairly often and get mad over nothing
Matt: I take it.
Matt: And im still sorry…
Jen: I don’t get mad over NOTHING
Matt: But i don’t try and make you feel guilty.
Jen: You DO pick at the stuff that I do.
Matt: I don’t pick
Jen: Yes you do.
Matt: I just stated it.
Matt: I didn’t say whether i liked or disliked it.
Matt: I like all of it…
Matt: It’s you.
Matt: You would be really boring if you were only the good bits
Jen: Maybe we shouldn’t talk for a while until i get over it…
Matt: Hmmmm
Jen: What happens if I don’t get over it?
Matt: You wont talk to me again
Jen: WHY DID YOU DO IT???? WHY?
Matt: You have an uncanny ability to make me almost cry.
Jen: So do you.
Matt: Well at least we have something in common…

For the past week or so I thought no one had been coming to view my website since everytime I looked it always said Comments (0). But- thanks to Crys- I realised that it wasn’t that no one was commenting… it was that they weren’t showing up!

I had to moderate all the comments coming in because of some fucker who keeps spamming my comment box with online poker and other shitty gambling sites.

So I hope you’re happy you little worm. You just don’t have anything better to do than piss people off with your stupid shit. X(

My hands are so small. It amazes me how I used to be able to play the piano so well. No wonder I have a hard time barring on the guitar.

Why is it that Melissa kills me everytime we play Celebrity Deathmatch? Even if she’s a shit character that shouldn’t have any chance of winning and I’m Marilyn Manson or Cleo or Ron fucking Jeremy.. she can still beat me.

The cold air in this room has blurred my window. It’s warm outside. Warm and wet. The air feels so thick with moisture it almost feels like you’re drowning – inhaling huge mouthfuls of water, suffocating.

Perhaps it’s just the way I’m feeling right now. My eyes feel blurred… as if the paradox of emotions I’m currently feeling has created a mist in my vision the same way the cold and hot air has fogged my window.

I don’t know what I’m feeling.. I can’t make up my mind. I can’t quite make out one whole emotion clearly.

I do see glimpses of sadness, happiness, awe, anxiety, complete fear and utter exhaustion though.

So you will not believe what my mother has done.

She actually hired some interior decorators to decorate our Christmas tree and the rest of the house.

How UNChristmas is that???