Sunday, December 26, 2004

Dead Dead Dead

well.. supposed that Christmas was to be happy and all.. everywhere things happening.
haha.. people celebrating.. this n that.. couples celebrating together and so on.. well.. i had some
of the good parts some of the bad parts too..

for the good part.. gotta celebrate both with charmaine.. for eve. exchanged the prezzz...
she got me some chocs.. i got her some chocs.. and cookies.. hmm.. both for food. both for chocs.
hahaha.. shes kinda sweet. many person asked her out. and she rejected all.. and i gotta celebrate
it with her.. and for xmas day.. she had a party but didnt went there. but got to celebrate with me instead. hmm.. thats really nice of her..
so for eve.. went to town.. ate at kenny rogers.. damn that chicken tasted sourish. but anyways.
its nice food.. although its hard to say this out but sometimes i do feel different when i'm with
her. i kind of seem to lost myself. cant really wonder why too..
for xmas day.. hmm.. i went ta town with her collect her specs.. and the feeling of holding
the person you really like and walking down orchard seems totally great. so i did just that.
i held her hand. she held mine. after that.. shared some dry and lousy noodles.. all the while
her ex kept msging her.. he sure is a childish minded guy. easily fussy about things.. in a
sense.. he sucks.

well thats mostly for the good part. now for the bad parts.
when your holding someones hand walkin down orchard. you shld be feeling happy and
great. but i didnt. i really cant find that thing.. i'll try.. but i do have this feeling.. a bad feeling
that we'll just be friends in the end. well.. if it shld happen. hahaha.. let it be. its just human
nature for someone to be pessimistic sometimes. Cummon!! i held her hand. she held mine..
what does it means!?!? just being good frens or? hahahahahha..
this things i wont take it personally. so let it be.
and things were kinda dead when i was out.. i cant find anything interesting.. i feel dead inside.

hmm.. sadistic things i've said. well its sth worth to be read.
a feeling hated to be felt. and yet always uncertain of how it deflects.

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