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Boxing Day

5:21 AM

Boxing Day

I'm back from Malacca.
Its Boxing Day.

And my presents are still unopened as I'm waiting for my dad and bro to come back from Malacca. *resisting the urge to rip open the wrapping paper*

Had to get a lift from my uncle last night immediately after my aunt's b'day dinner because I have something on today.

Christmas in Malacca wasn't that bad. Less pigging out than normal, but I still ate my beloved cendol and laksa at Jongker's Street. The laksa there beats 'The Rice Bowl' in terms of price and taste. Although the standard has gone down due to increase of customers, its still better than what you get in PJ.

I also met my Singapore relatives whom I haven't seen for almost 2 years. My cousin, Nicky, who is 14 this year is damn good-looking. He meets the criteria for tall, dark and handsome. But I must say he was cuter when I last saw him. In 2 years time from now, I bet he'll have all those Singapore girls falling at his feet. His sister, Audrey, who is my age didn't come up from Singapore with them as she had to finish a project. That girl loves anime and she is damn talented in drawing those anime and manga stuff. And I met my four year-old cousin, Carmen who is darned cute, cuddly and adorable plus she has a good vocab for her age. No pics yet as I didn't bring my camera along. I'll have to wait for my aunt to send me some.

Went for Christmas mass in St. Francis Xavier. The church is really old and I think its built in 1845. The church is so pretty with all its stained-glass windows and statues and those wall carvings. Though its a bit small compared to the church I go to in PJ.

The choir there was nice and they did a couple of songs specially for this mass which I think are from 'Sister Act 1 and 2'. Its a church where everybody knows everybody and the congregation tends to overflow during Chinese New Year, Christmas and those holidays where the out-of-towners like my family balik kampung to Malacca.

Whenever you come to St. Francis Xavier church, if you're an 'old boy' meaning you studied in St. Francis Institute like my dad, you can probably pick out ex-teachers and students. Even in the other old church, St. Peter's church, you're bound to bump into familiar faces because there are very few Catholic churches in Malacca so you're bound to know someone in the community.

Anyway, we were a little late for mass so we got ushered right to the front pews where we were under the priest's eagle eye. So that meant paying attention to the sermon and no squirming around and definitely no nodding off! There was an altar girl there too. I was quite surprised to see a girl serving alongside because normally only guys are allowed to do so, I think.

I normally go to St. Peter's Church in Malacca because its a bit nearer to my grandma's place. The former priest there was a 'quai loh', an old relic from those missionary days, I suppose and he was strict but his sermons were interesting. Once, when I was a little girl and I was talking during mass, my dad told me that the priest was staring at me. I immediately kept quiet and didn't open my mouth for the rest of the service. That was how much in awe I was of the priest. =p

The new priest is equally as good. There was once where he actually stopped talking and personally ushered all the latecomers including yours truly who were standing at the back to come and fill up the front seats. It was quite embarassing having the whole congregation watching you walk up to the front. And to ensure that no one walked out of church before he gave the final blessing, he ordered the doors to be shut tightly so that anyone trying to walk out of church before he did would have to open the big doors and everyone else in the building would know. You can be sure on that day not a single soul headed for the door before he left the building.

Lesson learned, don't be late for mass in Malacca and don't talk in mass, especially if you're near the front. Unless you want the priest staring at you.

Anyway, the point of this post was to let you all know that I added pictures to my previous post. I guess I really rambled on and on.

I'm hungry and my maid is still in Malacca so there's nobody around to make toasted bread for me. I guess I'll have to wait for my mum to come back home so that I can go out for lunch.

Written on Wednesday, December 27, 2006; 5:21 AM

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