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25 December 2011
Merry Christmas

It's the time of caring and sharing again. But this year, the whole family isn't into the mood. It's kind of weird that we didn't have a party this year after so many years of following the tradition. But the moment I think of why, I guess the mood just dissipates. It's the first festive celebration without my aunt. I don't know how long it will take before I get used to it. She has always been there. Just there. I guess I've been taking her for granted that she will always be there.

Looking at my cousin... I'm worried about her. Her brother and dad are starting work on Tuesday. She'll be all alone at home. I guess I'll go accompany her more. When school starts... I will decide what to do. I need to work too. Guess I'll wait for a week more before tackling all these.

They say bad things come in threes. I hope not. I don't think I can take it anymore. And I definitely don't want to bother anyone. I guess I'll have to become stronger.

tsubasa^^ I can't even fake my smile anymore


~ { 1:53 AM }
remembering the days when u were by my side