I have no idea how many Christmases this blog has seen me through, but I am just glad to realise how great this year’s is.

It was just a simple affair of mahjong with the 2 girlies, but somehow, it was good for me.

It is amazing it was one of the earliest night I had reached home in quite a while(with the exceptional of last night when it was over at my place), and yet I am incredibly energetic. I would have made my way to Zouk if not I had felt too insecure in my glasses, slippers, and totally naked face.

I want to wish you a joyous and blessed Christmas. No matter who you are. Especially if I am not there to say it to you personally for one reason or another, this year.

I ventured into the seams of the warzone today, for a last minute shopping spree. I ended buying something for myself, to give myself a pat on the back for surviving this year, in particular.

I felt good buying things for people I adore. And DFS galleria is absolutely evil. Like, seriously.

I didn’t buy much this year, but those were all I needed to buy.

I didn’t get much this year, but those were all I need.

Thank you.  For the speakers. They make me happy. And they are happily blasting away at such early hours. I know this sounds incredibly stupid, but can I put my woofer on my CPU? I mean, you know.. the vibrations…?

Okay. That was so asking for the bimbo police.

Thank you.  For the bag. As much as I know it was your intolerance to my ‘mothering’ bag that prompted the choice. I like it, and thanks for the thought.

Thank you. For always been so sweet and thoughtful around us, and that scarlet thingy that matched the colour I adore. The one, that embodies passion. I wish you well.

Thank you. For the personalised “Ting”. I love it. I will make a mental note not to scratch such a lovely piece.

Thank you. “Heavy Petting Allowed” tee, which suits the inner slut in me so aptly. Laughs. And thank you, for all the efforts you made just to get me out of my shell.

Thank you.

Thank you, whoever you are, whose present I chose out of the pile under the Christmas tree.

Thank you, God. For always looking after me. For the times I wandered off and stubbornly relied on myself when it is You I should seek.

Thank you girls, for being there, to be the firsts for me to say Merry Christmas to.

And you, Potato. Your present is with me. I had wanted to call if you were home so I could drop it off. But I hope you have a great chickeny poxy Merry Christmas. We missed you badly.

I was deep into my isolation last night, and as I walked down the dazzling Orchard earlier tonight, I felt the sudden dread of being in a sea of people.

I don’t ask for much, really.

And such a quiet day, is closer to the hearts, than so much others I had.

Merry Christmas everyone.