wasted mind, wasted thoughts

Every year when the end is near, I will tend to think about how fast time actually fly.
I remember certain people and how I came to know them.
I remember how long I've only known them but it seemed like years.
The world has offered me so much, and I have learnt a couple of lessons along the way.
This year, Christmas seemed just like another day.
The feeling is gone.
I did not go to church on Christmas eve like other years as I had to help out with a BBQ.
I slept through Christmas and woke up to entertain myself with mindless TV programmes and a short drum and bass session at mad monks.

I was so pleased to receive a card from somebody when I woke up after an endless night of drinking.
When I woke up, I found the card lying beside me in bed as my dad had placed it there.
I opened it(I was still stoning) and read it, not knowing who sent it.
When I saw the name at the end, I was so touched.
That's what made my Christmas this year.
A simple card from a special somebody. (Well, the Tsingtao had a part to play too though.)
After reading it, I wrote and wrote about what I remembered from the first time I met the sender.
The inspiration just overwhelmed me and I knew that this person is someone I must really keep and remember in my heart.

I know all this sounds kinda mushy.
I'm still rather tipsy with fatigue laced on top.
Blessed Christmas everyone and hold on to hope.
Hope is what keep us all alive, not love.