rahhs.
so much for immense number of bubbles,
psycho journeys to and fro the airport,
psycho one metre tall teddy bears that i would gladly stolen and run off with,
if not taken by the fluffy big finland guy in the red jumpsuit,
which incidently stole ALL the attention for the media coverage
of which i only saw my back.

but i so do love the whole christmassy getup with giant angels and christmas tree of sorts that makes the whole scene seem like we're frosty carollers with numerous scarves and hats carrying golden scores singing animatedly in a snowglobe.

how posh and newyorkish they can make this 'opening ceremony' to be simply amazes me.
so rambles me wanting to be in frosty snowy newyork.


now my brother complains that i listen to oldies waaaaay too much.
hmph.

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