Wednesday, December 24, 2008
i am really glad that i am home finally.
it's been 4 years since the last time i came home for christmas.
what reminded me the most about this festive season, not the celebration itself, rather the nostalgia how December had been like when i was small.
The rain. non-stop. sometimes heavy, but most of the time, it was this light rain, which i have always thought it made the best music.
sometimes, when
raining went a wee wild, water started to accumulate and made a small pond outside my house. that's when i loved to sink my feet in it and that's how December was like.
my father would suggest to get me tag along him to town and drop by at the old coffee shop and had a
hot milo or coffee. sometimes i would see my friend waved at me on his sampan, while others tagged along their fathers too.
i had always made myself study for next year exam, during this time of the year so i could catch up with studies when school reopened.
every year, i would tune in the TV and see how the urban folks celebrated a joyous new year with envy but with me growing up, and having to leave my hometown, what i wanted to do every year isnt getting myself a wild celebration, but rather coming home to where my heart is, and getting nostalgic again.
reading " the gift"by cecillia ahem at the moment.
Y7:40 PM
