Merry Friggin' Christmas

(taken at Harbour City, Tsim Sha Tsui)

I hate Christmases.

After the excitement of getting presents from Santa died down (it happened in 3rd grade when I discovered Santa was actually my dad), and after I've grown too old for my parents to buy me Christmas presents, Christmases have become nothing more but a few days of holidays for me.

Then I grew into the age where I started buying people presents, granted, it was great fun for a year or two, especially when I was sending things overseas, buoyed by that all-important feeling.  But then I discovered it was extremely silly to send stuff all over the globe to people that I didn't really know very well (plus wasting a huge chunk of money).  Once again, Christmases became nothing more but a few days of holidays for me.

Finally, this year I've picked up the mood for Christmas again and decided to surprise my friend with a thing that she had been wanting for months, then in an attempt to trying to make sure she's not getting it herself, her reaction was as if I'm the ultimate annoying douchebag in the whole wide world.

With my Christmas mood killed.  This Christmas will again be nothing more but a few days of holidays for me.