Remnants.

An entry speaking of Christmas is overdue, but the effects from Christmas Eve are still fading like photographs - slow. I have popped more than 10 medical pills the past few days and they are still doing me nothing good, it's a sign. In fact, I like what I'm feeling now - Panadol's kick-in, Deftones' space rock on the spin and reminiscing year 2008. 2 days before it ends, I've to admit that it's been an emotional wave ride throughout this year.

I achieved, I fell, I cared, I gave up.

I met new aquaintances, I lost dear old friends.

I better my liver, but made worse my lung.

There is no more point writing a thousand words, describing every detail of what happened word by word. If you were there, you'd sure seen my reaction and what I felt. The past haunts as I move on. End. I still miss you.

Attention.

An hour ago, I was behind the wheel stopped by the place I dropped my sister and her friends. Came across something reminiscing, these 4 barely legal teenage girls reminded me of the lost youthful days - dressed to kill and ready to fill. To where? A Christmas Eve party in church. It seemed pretty absurd to me but the fact's I'd been through that myself 5 years ago. The hair where half a bottle of wax was spent and pants riding so low like I wasn't wearing any. I've peaked that, laying huge concern of how people view me to embracing apathetic ignorance towards YOUR fucking opinions. Kids, pain in the ass. Been there done that.

Christmas Eve party in 2 hours time, I've a feeling its gonna be a real wicked one. For the first time in 5 years, Christmas won't be about god I don't worship to, getting a job done 'cause I know how to play the drums, or pretending its the happiest night of my life when it is not.

The break's been dragged too long. The last 8 days of of 2008, I regain and re-evaluate what's fun - alcohol, puss-says and weed (preferably some magic mushrooms). I'm off to not impress nobody now. End.