conference

Common test is coming sooooooooooooon. But I lack the commitment due to the festive season, sigh. Christmas holds so many beautiful memories for me. New Year, well, it seems like its been awhile. How many years has it been, everytime this season comes, all that you long for, all your hopes and dreams that are yet to be fufilled, plays a nagging feeling on you. You just want to be alone, to appreciate Christmas and New Year with whom you love but can't. Then you reflect upon how this year had been for you, the ups and downs. Just want to appreciate this season with my love ones, my family and friends. And thank God for everything this year.

When I look at all the Christmas lighting, and walk down the road alone, all the memories came flooding back. Bittersweet ones, like the one where we walk down the streets and the mall before we parted under the block, and that was the end of it. The one that we had in the park behind the MRT, and then it faded. I'm also reminded of the perfect time we had when we were having our meals, but it was so long ago. But that's that, and I leave it all up to God. I just want to be a better man now.

Anyways, I just did up my Christmas tree. Kind of late, well, better late than never right? And I spend the whole afternoon doing it and getting my face and nose filled with it. So I kinda sneeze at everything and anything until awhile ago. Oooh, I can't get over Christmas, it's just so beautiful. That perfect love that came 2000 years ago is the reason why all of us are still here, the reason that hope still exist in this world, and the reason why true love can still be found. I could go on and on, but I guess you'd be bored.

I'm enjoying life and being thankful for all the things I've been given. I was reminded of the simple things in life this past week.

As I was walking towards the MRT station, a breeze came and the smell of my childhood returned, or so I thought. Remember the kind of sweet smell that clear wind and trees have. The kind whereby you stand facing the an open field and all of the breeze seemed to carry you back to the days of your innocence? Yeah, the innocent wind I call it, and I experienced it. One word, Marvellous.

Then there was the look on the toddler face when he ran and fell, yet instead of crying, he stood up and flashed a guilty smiled at his parents, as if understanding that I-told-you-so look on their face. Doesn't it also reminds you of your naiveness way back when you were a kid, when you were micheivious and did what your parents warned you not to and got your hands caught in the cookie jar as a result? Yep. I felt it. Waves and waves of nostagic memories engulfed me, makes me feel oddly happy.

Arh, all the childhood memories, so fine, so perfectly preserved through time by the wind, the trees, and other children. I wonder what's more. And I'm so thankful to God for showing me what it was like back then again, giving me a moment of peace in this hectic life. I'm thankful for my life.