It seems that everyone of my age cares about Christmas. It was not until I got to pfls did I realize the seasonal festival. Damn it! No one cares about our traditional certain day called Winter Solstice, when ghosts are rumoured haunting around, strong odd winds bring one to birth while another death. Gosh! Great sorrow is just like normal, but deep in heart, it affects. Friends have beening asking me out and aquintances sending messages greeting without knowing the fucking stuff. In this city of hustle and bustle, we are learning to be mature. Some deep relationships, however, have been reserved so long until death do us part.  I, a virturally helpless hand, even through sorts of  hardships to make myself this strong, cannot conceive of  such disablement. Reality is bringing me a lot of "what if"s and reveals how vulnerable I am at present. Heaven is not open for everyone. Whew~what the hell is a Christmas party likely to be? Flames or ashes?

Pray to thee... Better world, better another!