Rendezvous
26 December 03 : 08.49 PM
I got sprayed with party foam by loser guys on the streets of Orchard when the clock struck 12 midnight of Christmas. I got so pissed of at two instances that I shouted "Fuck you!" Seriously, what is the point?!
The scariest part was when I went into a karaoke lounge, and a weird guy in his early twenties (wasted, in my opinion), stared at me, right at me, and said, "Miss, you're really beautiful." I got so freaked out, I didn't know what to do. Regina saw and quickly pulled me into the lounge room, protectively. Friggin' weirdo.
This isn't exactly my idea of a beautiful Christmas.
On Christmas day, Desmond and Chris came over to my place. We spent the night gambling.
Isn't Christmas supposed to be a day where family spends time together?
Christmas is getting more and more wrong each year. I didn't even bother getting anyone a Christmas gift. I didn't even help my family put up the tree. I didn't even send cards out to friends the way I used to. I just didn't care. Christmas is wrong.
Maybe it's just being alone on Christmas' wrong.
I don't know exactly how to feel. Exactly how I'm feeling. I wanted to write a long entry, a substantial one that really tells. But an entry is just too honest, too upfront.
And I don't want that. Honesty screws.