Dear Holiday Diary Thingy that Tomoyo gave me…
Wow, Syaoran's mom sure left an impression on me, at the age of 50 plus, I want to look as beautiful as her, but in my own way.
So, guess what? We're all going out clubbin' tonight, Syaoran's sister, Fuutie, said a new club just opened up, 36 China Town, catchy name huh? Apparently, Madonna went there!
The LI mansion is so much better than I thought! Do you know how many guest rooms are in here? 16! 16 guest rooms and we got to choose from any of them. Of course, I chose the one closest to Tomoyo, which has a fireplace and a great view of the sea.
My guest room is so pretty, it's like it was specifically made for me. The room is pale pink, with white cherry blossom prints sponged onto it. I don't know what attracts me to this room; it just feels welcoming to me, beckoning almost.
Hey Diary, I don't know what to do about the situation with Syaoran :( I mean after two kisses, which I KNOW were ages ago, he hasn't really been himself. Are we just friends? Does he like me as much as I like him? Maybe he doesn't go for the new chick, maybe I should be Goth, or Emo or be the next female version of Marilyn Manson.
I'll pass on all those options. I just wanna be myself, but I want to be noticed, be more then a friend. That's it, I'm gonna research on YellowCard, TheAcademyIs and From First To last.
No, it's just hopeless, I'll just be me. I'm happy as I am, but I'm back at square one, how do I tell him I like him? Now I'm back at square minus one, does he even like me? Wait, back to square one, he pashed me twice.
He's just been avoiding me and it's bugging me. I've become too used to that smirk, he's smile, he's personality, him becoming drunk and being VERY cute. I wish I had a camera at that time to record him, because sure as hell Syaoran and 'aww' don't go together in his books. His sister's think differently to him.
Wow diary, this entry just seems to be about him. Syaoran, Syaoran, Syaoran. I wonder if he even knew I existed in school. I seriously doubt it, I mean come on, this is Syaoran, hot captain of the soccer team, the type to go for the hot cheerleader, they get married have hot babies, that's how it has to be, no one messes with the quota.
There were times when Syaoran did stare at me; well it was more of a gaze. What was that about? I probably had something icky or gross on me, but I remember he would stare/gaze at me even when Sarah was around, when Syaoran wouldn't be looking, she would pull my bra strap or kick me on the shin.
Oh and Diary, Tomoyo called me dense again today, personally I don't think I'm dense in the slightest, but Tomoyo thinks so otherwise, do you agree?
Anyway, Syaoran's calling me, gotta go biii! Luv Ya :