It is the time of the year where we get the chance to doll up and attend Christmas party, pretty much like Chinese New Year in Malaysia (minus the mahjong). This is also one of my chance to be really creative and have fun or fail miserably and regret. Maybe it is the nature of my work, which can be quite tedious and dull at times, I dare say I have become less artistic as days go by. Even a simple task that comes naturally for some becomes hard for me, e.g. colour coordination. I've tried and it wasn't pretty so I have resorted to basics, a prime colour and black, or a bright colour and black. No checkered shirt, no polka dots with strips, so far so good, no warrants out for me by the fashion police. Or maybe there is and one day I will find out the hard way.
For my first company's Christmas party, I thought it would be a breeze because I have lots of practices preparing and attending B's company's Christmas party. But at exactly an hour before the event, B gave a squeal because I have managed to grow this huge ugly pus-filled pimple right on my nose!!
Ok, I calmed myself down, I can swiftly and professionally handle this. After ten minutes of extraction, I have successfully transform myself into Rudolph instead. Well, you know... Merry Christmas... Ho Ho fucking Ho...
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| See that pimple on my nose? It is bigger in real life, a colleague thought my dog scratched me or something. :( |

















