Merry Christmas to all, and hope you’re having a wonderful holiday.
It seems to me every year I make Christmas wishes that never come true, promises that will be unfulfilled and I fear that it would be more so this year. Two years ago I spent Christmas at a friend’s place, helping her pack her room post-exam. Last year, I spent the day at home writing and singing Twelve Days Of Christmas on my blog. This year, I foresee myself spending the day in as well, probably Mapling or reading. I might consider hitting the gym later, but it makes me feel such a loser, don’t you think? Dateless on Christmas day, c’est triste!
Somehow I feel as though I don’t want to celebrate Christmas, in whatever ways. It doesn’t feel right, for Christmas is a time for hope, blessings and joy, whereas I feel the exact opposite. I don’t even want to make this a “fresh beginning” post- it is a beginning, but certainly nothing to be overly elated about.
[...] to this blog. It’s been 1 year since I started this blog, and looking back at that post, somehow the same feeling resonates in me. So what I if I went out and had some fun? At the end of the day I still have to return home and face my demons. Like Christmas is nothing but a momentary escape from our dreary lives, when people indulge in all things cheery and happy and pretend that life is hopeful, beautiful and splendid. But I guess we all need such escapes. To me, life is probably like a game of Pacman – eat your tokens and avoid your predator. [...]