Christmas
Ah, Christmas. The presents have been opened, the food has been eaten, and all is right and good with the world. The fake Santas have hung up their false beards and the Christmas decorations will be reused for New Year's Day. Tonight, young people will party until they pass out because they have tomorrow to sleep it over. And I, will sit here and ponder.
What is the reason for celebration? What is the meaning of this day? Was it all just about fun and games and eating till we can't move?
Hmmm. Something is missing.
Ah, I do believe I can sum it up in a few words.
Happy 2005th birthday, Jesus!
And to the rest of you, Merry Christmas. I mean it.
A Night To Remember
"For as long as I live, I will never forget this moment.
She wore a lime green dress, with a floral design on the left side, that stopped at her thighs with a slight flair, a silverish star-shaped pendant that i suspect to be white gold hung snugly around her neck, and matching heels that served to further enhance her elegance. Over the din of the crowd, I heard her say the words that I dreaded. She was leaving! It was my last chance, and I was faced with a dilemma: eternal humiliation, or eternal regret. My friends must have heard her too, because they goaded me onwards. I rushed to catch up, a million thoughts racing through my mind, like 'what am I going to say?' and 'how will she respond?' and more importantly, 'will my heart blow up from beating too fast?'. She turned, as if on cue, and saw me approaching. With sheer willpower strong enough to make an alcoholic swear off drinks forever, I beat my stammering into submission and managed to blurt out a coherent sentence, asking for a photo with her. She smiled. I could have slain a lion right then and there.
As we posed for the photo, I knew that I had no more regrets. Sure, there would be hell to put up with the teasing and prodding later, but for now, for this moment of sheer bliss, I lived."Some say that Graduation Night is an overrated event. There is no starry starry night, no catching her eye from across a crowded room, and no happy ending where the guy gets the girl. It is simply a high school function too romanticised by Western culture. There may be some hint of truth, but I beg to differ. Special things do happen, if you let them.