12 Days of Christmas

I have always wondered about the 12 days of Christmas and thought that it ended on Christmas day. But of course, 'that was the most misunderstood part of the church year among Christians who are not part of liturgical church traditions'. Not that I'm pious or anything, but i decided to do some googling and lo and behold, excellent elaborations on the 12 days.


The 12 days of Christmas actually starts on Christmas evening itself and lasts up to a day called Epiphany on the morn of January 6th. This period is called Christmastide. As centuries pass and time changes, the actual traditions, interpretations and time frame have been changed (fucked with) by the different churches and sects of of Christianity.


Here is a more general view of the event; and

Here has more in depth details from a religious perspective; which i find intriguing.


Now, thanks to the extra G.K, I shall continue spreading the Christmas cheer beyond the 25th and carry on with my spendthrift ways of the holidays till January the 6th. Yippees~

~Remember to kiss under mistletoes~

kriss kringle

if you have noticed, i have nicely decorated my blog to spread the christmas cheer:) i personally love my pimped out profile picture! took me awhile to get use to the new software i purposely got since my paintshop failed me for the last time.

anyhoo, let me share with you a story for the coming festive that i have encountered not too long ago. there was a lovely gathering amogst friends, both old and new in a neighbourhood club. There was a date-inaccurate mardi gras event, which was unfortunate but enjoyable non the less. *Fun Fact: Mardi Gras usually takes place exactly 46 days before easter.* hired dancers dressed in various costumes entertained the crowd and since christmas is around the corner, santa and his santarina girls were also present. I was once a santarina, but that's a story for another time.

Moving on, we were kindly placed in the VIP area together with the manager of these talents. As the dancers visited the booth I was surprised with the lovely presence of our dear old St Nick (dude in costume) and his mardi gras friends. I was sitting down with my drink and really enjoying the burst of glow sticks, colours and sequin glitters that brigthened up the booth. When suddenly, santa came forward, placed a long-ish pole thing behind my neck, and proceeded to give me a lap-dance. Yes, i always wanted to one day be entertained with a lap dance. However, i did not expected it to come in this form;

Yes, the impostor, who ruined my image of jolly St Nick, was unfortunately, accurate in size. this is going to be the one time i regret accuracy. It was quite memorable as his paper filled fake belly was attempting to reconstruct my face while his baggy red pants occupied by what seemed like skinny legs crashed against mine. *looks upon the heavens* Dear God, this is NOT what i meant when i said i would like a lap dance that you would approve!!

Well, at least it's somewhat the spirit of x-mas. Ha! 'X'-mas indeed. Maybe next time, if ever this was too happen again, something in this direction would less likely shock me to death;


May you have a pleasent christmas!

running away

I've just reminisce about a chat i had with effa about dreams some time ago. I forgot how the conversation went there but it started leaning towards nightmares, and here are a couple nightmares I remember;

Nightmare 1
Age: 6-ish

I was amongst elves (in the image and colours of peter pan, some even had capes) in the night somewhere in the outskirts of a small english-ish town. We were planning to get to somewhere and our route crossed a farm-like area. I dont really remember the exact details but we had to run across the street without being spotted by a mean farmer who were out to shoot us with his shotgun. (Be informed i had, and still have a vivid imagination). So we started running, one by one to a safe spot beyond the back doors of the house. It came to my turn to run and then, pow! i got shot in the head. I actually remember feeling warm liquid dripping from my face. My elf friends managed to lift my head in dismay. This was when i realised they were all wearing peter pan's pointed hat, in various colours, ofcourse. Then as i died, i woke up. And i found that my mom turned the fan off and i was sweating, which explains the blood trickling sensation. It was pretty scary for a pre-schooler to dream of dying in that manner, i suppose. Thus qualifying this to be banked in my memory as a nightmare forever.

NIghtmare 2
Age: various points in my life

Since this nightmare happened multiple times revolving around a main pattern, i shall cut out the details. The main point was that i was going to be murdered with a sharp object (most often, stabbed by a knife) by a collection of dark phantoms, a doll and unknown creepy men. This ofcourse resulted in my attempt to outrun them or at least stay alive long enough till i'm rescued by my awakening. Main pattern, running. Away.

Soon after that, i got too old to be afraid of dying and scary looking monstrosities. I actually became a fan of scaring myself with horror books and movies just for fun. So i stopped having nightmares but i continued storing memories of unusual dreams under 'Weird Dreams'.

But there is a similarity in my previous nightmares involving the 'running away' activity. Effa thinks i may be running away from something. I, however, now doubt if i have anything really important to run away from at age 6, besides monsters. In my early teens, yeah, running away was a fad. Currently, it's definitely possible that i want to be not associated with something but i do detest 'running away'. It's quite, shall we say, cowardly. Not that i'm the bravest person in the world, but i think it's best to face things head on. Maybe i'm not entirely practicing what i preach. Hmm, there's a mission right there.