i just realise all my christmas are self sufficiently romantic:

14 years old, carolling in a hospital, singing while watching a daughter holding her mum's hand, crying, listening to us, and her mum is asleep with tubes all over her body.and the christmas mass was grand taht night, keep glancing at THAT alter boy, whom i was so seriously crushed on, he play baskerball, he play the quitar, he was 18, and i still think that he look like Jay Chou.earlier in the afternoon, i remember he played with me with a toy which was suppose to be presents for the kids, and that was a winnie the pooh stuff toy~

15 years old, singapore,away from home, first time, a christmas taht is not cold.No scarf, no winter winds, no fancy costume seen in causeway bay, not much christmas light~

16 years old, i cut my hair short, i din go back hk, same for some of my hk gang, and i stayed out often, the age of rebellion.that was a christmas holiday, and i fell hopelessly in love.

17 years old, in a steak house in wanchai, wearing the best things in my wardrobe but it appear totally awkward, wondering why my frd all look so good. ate the best steak in hk, that was a nice place, the 5 of my frd persuade me to stay away from the person whom i was so hopelessly in love, and love so hopelessly.....

18 years old, in the ever god blessed America, after christmas mass, had a good garlic bread and coffee, with sweet milk,totally singapore style. maybe a little homesick, maybe a little lonely, maybe, the silent night is so deep taht my world fell completely soundless...and i couldnt sleep, i stay awake alone, chatting with strangers on the net, i could not sleep, and i think, that is the romantic part~