Dear Santa,

This is my first time writing to u. Seemed weird at first, but i noticed theres no longer anyone to hear my pleas and sorrows. My daily life has to resort to confrontating in my blog. U will accompany the lonely hearts, wont u.
Every christmas i heard abt u. How u gave in to the poor, how u carried urself in anonymous. Though u are frictional, u have my utmost respect. Alongside every part of the world, theres children dying, suffering and struggling. Compare to them, i live like a god. But my inner fights let my emotions down. How i wish i could turn back the clock to when i was sec1, where loneliness seems easy to bare. Now its no longer possible. Time is against me. im 18, no longer greeny. My hearts has been filled up with scars that hurts me deeply.
Love, trust, betrayals. I will need a strong heart to overcome these.
But the fact is, im not strong enough. I still live in my own world, my own dreams. everything seems a recollection. Reminiscent makes it worst.
Its frightening how big the extend, one year could make. If my heart is the same size of my fist, its now shattered to just the size of my palm.
A year ago, everything seemed collective. Its like planting an ripe, apple tree. Hard works were behind u, and u gets to enjoy the fruits. But a few months ago, that tree was hit by a storm, like how tsunami hit thailand. Everything was lost. It brought along its existences, hopes, and purposes. Its like the same pair of eyes looking at ground-zero, thinking how much hopes has been lost. People around seems to be normal. Nuting changes, even if i only see them once a year. How come my life change so much in a short period of time?
Nowadays when i open my eyes, the colour of the sky seems to have fades. Its just not as blue as before.
Like a cocoon, my life's in a transition. Wait till i get those wings.

Love, WEN

To my reader a merry, merry christmas.