Dear Diary #1,

Life is so funny, it seems. How something so small, so unplanned can affect you in a great way. Been so consumed with work and being away from home that all I can think of is how much I NEED SLEEP!!! But somehow I found the time to go caroling with my church buddies and somehow we were suppose to spread our cheer but rather I think I got mine back.

Going to the old folk’s home really got to me, walking in, seeing their faces. The way they smile but yet look so lonely, like longing for the time when they themselves were young. They longed for touch, warmth, as I reached out my hand to greet them. They took my hands like they had never been touched for a long time. And I tried my best to maintain my smile, not wanting to show how I actually felt, though feeling a tear in eye.

As we were on our way back, all I could think of was how much I couldn’t and just wouldn’t want my parents to be in such a place. Even though how much we fight everyday, or how many rules they make up for me each day, I still love them too much to put them there. And somehow I was thinking if my mum was thinking of such a thing.

She also seemed lost in thought while we were there. Later, we went to an orphanage, and the kids were just so adorable. Felt like hugging them tight tight…hehe. At the end of the day, it hit me how I started this December so down, so tired. I had lost the Christmas feeling way before Christmas actually started and I think deep down, I found it back…in them.