Merry Christmas.

when the clock struck 12 this morning, my throat miraculously became a lot better. i owe this one to God; thanks my man.

no thanks to andrew for dissing christmas joy. yea sure, we look round and wonder why on this day all these pple are so happy bout a birthdate tt isn't even correct. but hey, happiness is a delicate thing - i would know- so i wouldn't wanna mess with it.

the brat tt is me forced zehzeh to find me some chewy cookies for christmas. i wouldn't accept her $17.50 The Little Prince book (why should i when i have a $1.50 one frm the rental shop, right? haha). she's keeping it for herself anyway. haha. i love my zehzeh. this year, i have no time to make any Larson-style cards. sorry to disappoint those who received them last yr. i do have hugs to give though.
jing came to watch the pageant and attend midnight mass. it was great to see a good friend after so long. {:o)


the eve afternn:
join them for coffee? can't - i have to go home and sleep.
so how am i going home? i'm taking cab home with wayne.

>and almost immediately, i regretted; you should've seen the look on his face... tt look. i was almost sure right then. and now, if he doesn't try anymore, i can only blame myself for sending fucked up signals. if i had put more thought into the replies, they might not have sounded so sweeping and care-less. you know, sometimes i feel foolish right up to my throat; so stupid and childish for guessing and getting it wrong. please let this not be another dumbass mirage.
beda bhai, my aunt agony, what do i do now? i've screwed it up!
note to self: i have till february to remedy this.
lesson of the day: non-chalance can be alluring... if it doesn't backfire.