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Thursday, December 27, 2007

where are you christmas
why cant i find you
where have you gone today
where is the laughter
you used to bring me
why have you gone away

christmas eve pardee was fine, loads of foood and fine wine (Riesling, Cabernet Sauvignon, Pinot Nior) and gambling! ha ha ha i won $20++ on black jack oh, damn kewl shitz.
i was a tad sad (yayee i'm into rhyming) that i didnt get to wear my dress in the end, cause singaporeans dont have a habit of dressing up to parties and my sis said i'd look wierd if i was the only one wearing a dress. (everyone was like, wearing shorts.?) zzz.

well, christmas. somehow didnt feel christmasey... i'm afraid, i feel the christmas spirit waning. i look out the window, and I DONT SEE A COLOURFULLY LIGHTED CHRISTMAS TREE among the whole blocks of HDBs. what a travesty. >.< me ish shad.

i was TIRED and SHAGzz my gosh i swear man. on eve, ly came over to gamble (gawd she lost $30+.?) and then decided to stay over.. i couldnt sleep due to a particularly persisting nose block (happens all the time, thats why sleeping became a chore) so we stayed up till 7.30 am talking about our dirty little secrets.. then that same day (christmas) went to watch National Treasure by nicholas cage ('twas cliche, predictable, super disneyland rollercoaster ride-ish whereby the good always win and the bad guy plays martyr in the end, of course in the face of adversity. still good, though) and the movie ended at 11.30 pm, i eventually slept at 4am. -.- zzzz
well. i didnt enjoy christmas, actually. didnt even wanna take a picture in orchard rd's pretty lights.
& i hate you, you made me cry on christmas

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