Each year at the Christmas mass, I attempt to pose on the thought of maturity and finally pay attention to the father. Every year I either end up talking with my sister, entertain myself with the father's accent, or reading the songbook. My dad just told me the family's Christmas plans, and yeap, evening mass again, and this time, maybe, I'll listen to what he has to say. But I honestly hate the formalities! Especially since I don't know the cues, and would just have to play along and count the minutes till it's finally over.

I really need to ship my ass to bed but I need to find info on these Changcuters!! :(