My Christmas Star

I've said this many times. I don't like winter. Not because I don't like fluffy white snow and Christmas: I love them. Winter just never bode any good will and fortune for me. This winter, as the weather gets colder and the day gets shorter, so does the happiness of my life. The season to start thinking about ways to kill yourself emerges once again.

I fall, I drag every aspect of my life along with me. My studies have plunged an entire grade: 2nd year harder or I'm growing more stupid? Becuase I certainly HAVE been studying! Studying hard late at night have cost me my health. My eyebags are darker and larger than used tea bags and I have just caught a cough. A F***ING cough! This is the last thing you would want to catch in winter. Christmas comes and all my friends: both local UK and Malaysian are all going home. Me? I'm stuck here in this freezing shit hole, only able to dream what I would be doing back in Malaysia and looking forward to Summer holidays. At least my mother and brother are over. Also, my incompetence and insensitivity have led to many misunderstandings with my loved one, which I truely regret.

Just as I thought my life was gonna crumble like a fragile snowball, I recieved a red Christmas card. Inside, beared all the warmest greetings and passion enough to melt all the snow around me. The Christmas card did it, it managed to light up the rest of my winter. It gave me back the courage to face the rest of the harsh winter; gave me the faith to believe in what I believe in; and hope for the best in future.

I read the card again and again. I smiled, and I knew... Everything is going to be just fine. My Christmas star has send her blessings to me. =)