Scenes from the anime Ef, tales of memories.

I think there's a bit of me in everyone one of those characters and I'm sure whoever watches this will feel the same way about themselves. Cause we are all fighting the same battles.

For once, a break-up song that doesn't have to be taken seriously, or maybe its just me. And yes, I'm compulsively deleting entries once more. It isn't because I'm anal, its just that those deleted entries didn't have good fengshui. ha ha ha

24th;
It was 2 movies, party at church and going home at 3am.
25th;
2 very different house parties, one being all wine, mash potatoes, beef, turkey, lamb and log cake at my Uncle's Orchard condo while the other was at Jason's condo, where 4 bottles of hard liquor disappeared overnight in our dying livers with the aid of our very own bartender, Timothy-who works at balaclava. Through the night it was 'bottoms up' or 'drown in one shot', or the very worse said by Tim on multiple occasions, 'I'll drink with you shot for shot' and who could reject something like that? In the afternoon, after we've regained more or less our normal bodies back, it was poker all the way till the rain stopped.

This blog is a guise to mask my insanity. Here I pretend to be slightly broken and tough at the same time and though I might be the only one who buys the act, that's enough for me. My private blog on the other hand, is a revelation, a microscopic look into how fragile and pissed off I really am. In order not to scare myself, I choose to believe everyone else is the same. And what usually bothers me most makes its permanent home somewhere rammed down my throat.

For all of my trying, we still end up dying. Silent victories and warped outcomes, I'll just lay in wait for the cracks to appear. Some things are just so thoroughly unfair, but hey, that's old news by now. 2009 taught me stuff I should have already known but have only bore the brunt of those cold edges this year.

Christmas week, and it isn't turning out too shabby. 'Spensive dinners and cheesy moments captured in due spirit of the season. The girls done our present exchange at Palais's P.S Cafe last night while Jogirl,Roger and I had our quarterly dinner meet-up at Marina Square just now. I've yet to come up with a group name for us to negate this typing out of multiple names situation.

I'm hoping I can get by the rest of the week with fewer moments of melancholy that this season usually inspires in me - even with this weary ol' heart.