ohhhhhhh... how wonderful.

as far as movies go, Four Christmases's quite the hilarious story, except i question how it is possible for such a string of crazy happenings, and coincidences and mishaps to occur all in a single day, and how such momentous decisions happen in such a short space of time. never mind, do watch the movie, its worth a bucket of laughter. i didnt approve of the church scene though. guess i'm used to catholic masses which're more solemn, and upbeat festivities're reserved for gatherings and praise and worship sessions. and the fact that the movie congregation found the horribly parodied nativity play inspiring doesnt speak much for it. while i understand that it is merely for fun, as a staunch catholic christian i found myself Not amused at all. forget that. to God be the glory, and may He continue to watch over me. Amen.

movie done, we just strolled around flipping through the boutiques, making one of our party try on an assortment of styles, and generally (for me, at least) polishing up 'skills' at picking the right clothes for the right person and the penchant for mixing and matching colours, accesories, and goodness knows what else. wouldnt it be fun to choose clothes for someone who had unlimited access to cash? i could help her/him mix and match to my heart's (and their's) content and not have to worry about budgets or the price of this necklace or that belt. pure fantasy, unless i decide to go professional and end up waiting on one of them pampered, polished creatures for whom money exists just to be thrown away.

sigh. up for t-e-a anyone? who knew shopping could be tiring.

the highlight of the day however, was waiting for the public transport back to the box. dear me, how very efficient our system is. instead of ruining the scenery with an unsightly directory post, we're advised to be eco-friendly by asking passersby and random people on the street for directions. and malaysians being the wonderfully friendly people they are, they will not hesitate to give you directions even if they dont know where the place is in the first place. and oh, the bus system works like clockwork too; it is perpetually off time.

there. that about sums up my adventures for saturday. today might promise to be another interesting day, who knows? for one who lives in a hodge podge of a country with rojaks in and out of your life everywhere, no day's ever the same, and at the moment, i wouldnt exchange it for all i'm worth.