It’s a long holiday ahead for me. With a few of the public holidays squeezed into this last week of 2008, it took me just 4 days of annual leave to get 11 days of off days from work. Don’t think that I’m going on a long holiday, ‘cos I’m not. To think of it now, I really can’t figure out why did I take leave. I’ve got no where to go, no one to share with, nothing to do, but I took leave. Guess I only want to be on standby just in case there’s any where to go or someone to go with or something to do. I’m just so self-contradicting.

It’s Christmas eve today where everybody get together with their loved ones and cherish the moment. But when you can’t be with or don’t have any loved ones to share the joy with, or not sharing the moment with the ones you wanna share with, the miserable exponentially increases, or maybe it’s just me.

Anyway, first thing in the office everybody is asking everybody where are they going for celebration tonight. I seem to be the only one without an answer. Maybe not until hate, but I’ve always resented meeting people who will ask you where are you going on these kind of festive seasons. Let’s just say I have a weakness of being pointed out as someone with no life and no one.

I blatantly wished for the same ‘present’ every year, but it somehow seems that some divine power decides that I don’t deserve it. Yet I still blatantly wish for the same thing every year. I won’t deny that I want it so badly.

Hope I get it next year.