Christmas is coming. I love the magical feeling. Something’s in the air, undoubtedly it is that festive air. The human mind transposes its own explanations, finds continuity in the present circumstances and deciphers its own understanding of it. I, choose to call it, Magic.

I asked God for favour last night while walking back to my rented place. It seems that my heart has been touched countless times ever since dusk, as of yesterday.

Im happiest as a lark, seeing the look on his face. Lit up. Glowing full of love.

Then in the morning, a colleague of mine gave me a Christmas present. Someone else said ‘take care of yourself’ and ‘don’t be too overworked’ knowing that most would be taking off next week and ive to finish up some stuff, and to top that up, she gave me her chocolates (im a sucker for chocs, its really my only weakness to more saturated fats coming my way this Christmas). Then my fav sliced fish stall auntie gave me an agar-agar (cos i think she ke-lian I don’t quite eat rice) (and I saw that it was her personal agar-agar)! Then jasminder made for me this cool S-shaped paper machete.

Im gonna watch the Christmas musical later on in town. I miss them. I saw passing slogans on vehicles saying that ‘He’s the Wonderful Counsellor, Prince of Peace’… in short, I want to remember that God is good, loving and all the simple truths which can light up a starved heart. A heart like a child’s. Will you protect me from the cold harsh practical realities of life?