Showing posts with label Emotional Washing-Machine. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Emotional Washing-Machine. Show all posts

Friday, April 18, 2008

Presents

Every year, when it comes to a point whereby people ask me what I want for presents, I'm at a loss. Be it Christmas, birthday, valentine's day, or national day for that matter. It seems that I have nothing that I really REALLY want so much that I must wait a whole year before I can finally get it from somebody else.



After given it much thought for the past few years, I finally decided the best present anybody could give me was to bring me to the KTV, listen to me sing and tell me that I sing very well...



Besides that, the 2nd best thing to me is to know that my friends are still my friends, and that they're still alive, and living well. So for this year, just drop me a message to tell me how you're all doing as my Christmas present!



Last 1 to send me a message is a turtle.

Friends

Some people you really miss around when you have been around for a long time for feelings of lost love to fade away, now these people are your dearest friends, people who are ordinary people but have a place in your heart. Well, maybe some aren't that ordinary (maybe he can stick a thumb up his nostrils)



(And pull it out of his ears)



I miss Vincent's hysterical laughter, David's cynical outlook on life, and Lock's... well, Lock's feigned stupidity.



You can be sure that none of these people are reading this post, that's for sure. Vincent doesn't have internet access nor does he care to get it, David is too busy with work and girlfriend juggling to read trivials such as blogs, and Lock... maybe he'll read it, but he'll show his feigned stupidity by acting blur.



But even though I know none of them will read this, I have no other outlet to vent feelings that have been pent up for so long. Even if they do not know that somebody misses them at this moment, I will still send them well wishes from my heart, the heart that has already been broken into many pieces.



Merry Christmas, my friends, and take care.





(p.s. to those that I didn't mention, its not that I don't miss you or anything like that, its just that if I do it all in 1 entry, I could probably send it for publishing and enter it for next year's international bestseller awards. I promise your name will appear in my next post k? Dear [enter name here]. Next time...)