25/12/2010

Yesterday, I so wanted to drink mulled wine, buy a cake and have a long talk with someone, within this christmasy air.But that someone've got plans with friends and so mine was simply ruined. 

Then a friend asked me out, she wanted to talk about her current love story. I said ok, I've nowhere to go anyway. So we went for a drink, then a light dinner, very light indeed. I didn't eat much, my stomach was not in the mood for meat or anything solid so for all those long hours, I just kept drinking the sweet taro soup and listening to her long long long story. 

It seems that love life isn't  quite a word for me ( I think about mylove and feel bitterly funny. It's a wicked dilemma) but quite a few still wanted to share with me their stories, passionately.

Then I looked around, someone I used to spend those seasonal moments with is with someone else or is somewhere, and Im here, ppl surrounding, chattering, but it was as if there's a translucent wall between me and those ppl, in this cosy restaurant.

My friend kept babling, and I was simply listening.

The restaurant closed early as it was christmas eve, so we walked around a while, we talked about love stuff, why it's so hard blablabla then we hugged and gave wishes to each other.

Then I took the train and walked back home.

Yesterday evening, I was totally alone. My flat was so quitet, I could hear the laughters clearly from the neighbours whom I hardly ever met. My flatmates were all out, and I was alone.

I ate a mini almond Magnum as a celebration, read for a while then went to bed.

I tried not to think about last christmas, cause even the idea of thinking about it makes me sad.

So that's it. I know it's awkwardly boring but I just wanted to type something and so I did.

I feel jazzy.

And everything's going to the beat......