post-christmas

Omgosh.. everything is so cheap... okay la.. a bit disappointed with some of the sales in Oxford Street, London. But I guess that's the only way they can get rid of the old stocks. I wished they would have sales for some of the new stuffs though.

On the hindsight, if you look carefully, you may uncover some gems that would suit you. It may be less popular, not the sale-able kind, but somehow it can work, and you can make it your own.

Also, things in supermarket is really cheap!! Picture this, from a 12 pounds salmon to 2.50! How's that for a 80% discount! Anyway, Tesco has been super generous to us today. Somehow, I picked a blur cashier, and yeah, she missed out on a couple of things :p I guess she was still in the giving mood :) :)

Oh.. and somehow I think I can see the silver lining in the cloudy/foggy days we have been having recently :) At least it keeps the place slightly milder here. Surprisingly, if it's sunnier, it could be colder around here.



P/s why is there a need to declare a public holiday for winning just one game. It isn't like we made a huge leap towards winning the world cup >.<

have a good holidays!

the gift

Stepping into the snow covered trail,
Can't believe I was so impatient.

Snow drifted across my face.

In football, in certain positions,
you know the goal is coming.
But sometimes, when it's left a bit late,
when it goes to injury time,
you get a little anxious.
You may try a different approach/tactic.
You speak to the Captain.
He says he trusts the team.
And so, I have to trust them as well.

And with the memories of Park's double in each half's injury time against Wolves.
I believed.

And even when the snow came down a little harder,
I believed.

And with the calmness of the Captain,
I believed.

And even when the clock is winding down, and the fat lady is starting to clear her throat,
I believed.

Because that's what Christmas is all about right?
Because when the snow fell, it felt like Christmas.
Because when I felt calm, it felt like Christmas.
Because when all I hear is joy and laughter, it felt like Christmas.
Because when the goal came, when you came, it felt like an angel's presence,
It felt like Christmas.

And I was there, and you were there.
And a group of candles flickered all around us.
And they have been flickering all this while,
my hope, my supporter, my friends.
And that is what happened.
And that is how I felt.

And like some drunk guy,
I speak of nonsense.
I laughed, and I thought it made no sense to laugh.
Because I was happy.
And I don't know why.

I guess it never did change.
I guess each time when the world is between us,
we had our arms around it,
keeping ourselves within reach.

We were that close, always together, and never apart.
Like the orbit of the Earth around the Sun,
Like the coming of seasons,
tomorrow shall come,
and so will you.

And when we part,
I never wanted to feel the pain,
Like the ripping of a plaster,
I wanted it to be swift.

The anticipation is never what I wanted.
Oh I wish it was Christmas everyday.
Because when the first day of after-Christmas comes,
I know I would have to wait again.
The feeling of missing is mixed with both joyous and longing.

So I said my goodbyes,
something which left something hard in my throat.
I wanted to turn away.
Because I couldn't bear seeing you walk away.
But you were still there.
And I was knew I was wrong.
Because I am glad, this was done slowly.
Even though a vortex was sucking me away from these place,
I knew I could be back again.
And with a hug and long farewells,
I tried to hide the unexpected tearing.
A long deep breathe helped,
and we were on our way.

Oh when you’re still waiting for the snow to fall
Those Christmas lights will light up the streets
And, maybe they’ll bring her back to me...

stay

I love this place

But it's haunted without you

snowmen

It has been snowing and snowmen have been popping up from lawns and yards of every home around the neighbourhood. They come in all shapes and sizes. Some look like these....

Chunky snowman... like those being the subject of target practice.

Fat and round... perfect and ideal snowman

Amateurs make snowmen looking like ghosts!