Merry Christmas

Five years ago, if you were to ask me how i was going to celebrate Xmas, i would probably tell you that i am going to the noisiest and most crowded place in Penang. The Christmases of lower secondary were spent in Gurney's countdown event, looking back, Wen and i have no idea how we went through the painful ordeal of the crowd, BOs and noise(yet, we were young, and yes, i am sure my girlfriends and i did enjoy those moments). As i grew older, the venue changed to UPR, a different crowd, but still a crowd - sweatier, dirtier - in more ways than one. It's funny how we celebrate certain occasions sometimes. we plunge into the crowd, conform, become just another individual in this multi-layered society and lose the true meaning of the occasion.

since when has christmas become an affair of how wasted someone is, dancing explicitly in clubs, doing stupid things and just mingling with strangers? isn't christmas suppose to be a family-affair, of rejoicing for God(for those who are christians) and so much more? not that i am against a full-force party during christmas. but some teenagers take upon christmas as as their personal crusade to party, another CONVENIENT reason to tell their parents that they are heading out with their friends, stay out the whole night and not come home. this whole picture, it's just, wrong.

And at the end of all the partying, this so called Christmas eve, Christmas day, becomes just another 24 hours; a temporary insignificant day of dirty clothings and sweaty skins under a whole layer of forgotten spirit of true Christmas.

And christmas, is not co christmassy after all - for some.

P.s : My christmas was spent with the best friend, quiet, and would probably end with a long phone call with the boyf. Yes, not the most happening celebration, but yet. :) Nights.

[ Expectation is a dangerous thing to play with. You never know what's - ]

It's been a while, since i have spent time with my friends.

Monday sickness

It is that game you used to play when you were small.
Leaning backwards until you fall, trusting your friend to support you from behind.
What happened to those days?
The etched bitterness is not the mark of our lives, right?

Another saturday.

Meredith (voiceover): Deep down, everyone wants to believe they can be hardcore. But being hardcore isn't just about being tough - it's about acceptance. Sometimes you have to give yourself permission to not be hardcore for once. You don't have to be tough every minute of every day. It's okay to let down your guard. In fact, there are moments when it's the best thing you can possibly do - as long as you choose your moments wisely.

Oddity&Paradox

Been blog-hopping.
Perhaps girls will always be more emotionally dramatic compared to guys.
Just because males don't write about
"I am hurt by his actions and words today."
"Why do we always fight? Do you always have to come up with ways to hurt me?"
do not mean they don't feel.

Perhaps sometimes,
we girls need a close up look at our own lives
and decide
if we are the only ones feeling 'em emotions.

What it seems may not always be what it is.