Christmas this year feels like Ikea. Or maybe Fairprice. A little Zara there, maybe throw in Sephora? There is nothing like a wintery mall with beautiful gift packages that screams festive mood. The plans this year comfort me a little I must confess, solitude can be beautiful but not during the yuletide. Thank God for secret santas, obligated invites and heightened awarenesses for house-visiting etiquettes etc because these sort of things perpetuate gift-giving. At least this year is ending a lot better than last year. Although I will be in midair when the calendar strikes 010111; I was hoping that I could miss the crossover and be caught in between dreams but ah well next year I guess.

Merry Christmas!