on christmas eve,

i braved the noxious orchard crowd to get a decent, last-minute sth for goof
never will i attempt anything that retarded and stressful again
nonetheless, i'm glad i ditched my twilight book idea
thanks to joyce's tipoff about its uber mushy lines
finally settled on alex's idea of ck briefs
teh kor, was goof's succinct expression in mock shock after ripping the present apart
but i think it's the right size, and he likes it :)

i got my to-die-for topshop cardi in nude
a 500ml mug, chipndale pillow and a wrist rest
amidst lots of laughter, jokes and warmth at goof's
all that was missing was a fireplace to dispel the chilly night gloom
but yet i can't help but feel guilty for leaving dad all alone at home.

he was already asleep when i got back.