Tempest Christmas

I don't know why every Christmas feels like a storm to me. A storm of fatigue. Stay over party last night, and I slept through. It wasn't really the fatigue but I don't like to feel obliged to keep awake. Feeling tired is inevitable and it is just how well you want to control it. I spent the day sleeping AGAIN after waking up at 2PM. I slept again till now (almost 9PM). What a day to spend Christmas! Celebration in dreams!

Really.Writing cards was a good experience, I did enjoy it but I have to admit that writing gets a little too exaggerated (like too long) after warming up quite a bit. the first few cards tend to suffer from what I call " cold syndrome " where my writing abilities freeze. Some cards had weird phrasings because it was like the 20th card in the row and I do write quite a bit for some people. there are people who received insanely long cards and there are people who did not. I do not choose that in advance, it just flows naturally. Same for quality of language-do not be offended. Either way in receiving or giving, relativity is usually not encouraged. It's not nice to compare. Running around looking for people to pass the cards too while being stopped and given cards, there is no room for nitty gritty "bag keeping matters" to take place. All the stuff gets all over the place. I think this is the first and last experience for me.

Christmas concert was orchestrated. Well besides the fact that the strings over powered the other groups of instruments. ( I always get that feeling). It's really inspiring because the violin is such a nice instrument.

So post concert we hanged around with that usual festive mood exchange where cards, greetings and food were subjects of trade. Some people were taking pictures (but personally, photos aren't my thing because I usually remember more than an average person. not photographic, but still, I find it unnecessary), some people were hanging around. Some person forced me to sign up for omega night. The usual dilly dally took place and eventually we all staggered to al azhar for somewhat of a dinner/supper kind of thing.

That was where I realized the impulse and impatience of everybody who couldn't resist. they took out their heaps of Christmas cards and start reading it in front of everyone else. I feel obliged to do so as well. And then the food came, and sharing food with Teng jin was just another stupid experience because I was coerced to pay everything. Oh well.

Then a distinct controversy struck. Whose house for the night? Elder Sam opened his house, some people are going there and some people prefer mine. But even separate ways that diverged converged in the end at my place. Many people came over to watch a movie which I hardly have any interest in. I think I would have just fallen asleep halfway. We should just play some ice breakers and play lame stuff to keep us awake. If not that infamous pseudo gossip would do fine as well. there were disparity in ages of people who stayed over, and as evident as that were preference issues. Still, it went well. (because I was asleep). I was hoping for more structure in the night. But my personal stand is that nothing is nice when you're fatigued, worn out and magnetized by the bed. Oh well. It's just another problem with me. I had a very cool time with my cool down at my bed.

there's always this tempestuous turmoil during Christmas. The evident cry of loneliness, and also not wanting things to just end like this. In hopes we experience dismay. I hope it's just not another festive thing. It's more bittersweet than I thought. It's fun and everyone seems cheery. Seems.