today i went on a secret misson! okay, not so secret. but too bad, i'm not gonna reveal much about it. hahaha. just that i went out with this 2 girls to somewhere in singapore with alot of people and ate nice ice cream.
haha, kind of abstract. well, the ice cream was nice. very nice. I LOVEE HAZELNUT. okay, actually most nuts. and chocolate too. and ice cream.
and sweets. and noodles. and pineapple tarts. and cookies. and potatoes.
ahh. fine, so i'm hungry. i didn't eat dinner. sorry, but i just can't be bothered to go cook. oh well, shall have a filling breakfast tomorrow. oh yeah tomorrow's saturday! no school.
-happy-
the little girl presses her palm against the glass.
behind the shop window, a wide array of toys beckon to her.
the toys, all decorated in their festive glory, look so pretty and attractive,
but she has her heart set on that tiny china doll.
not the gigantic dollhouse, nor that mechanized toy train set,
but that tiny china doll.
it was nothing special, that doll.
it was just an ordinary doll,
a little porcelain face, two translucent glass beads for eyes, and a itty-bitty mouth.
but there was something in that doll, that made the little girl fall in love with it at first sight.
tugging at her mother's hand, she asks,
"Mummy, can i please have that doll for chirstmas? Please, Mummy!"
"i'm sorry darling. we simply can't buy it. Mummy doesn't have the money for it."
the girl nods solemnly.
she was used to it.
but she just can't take her eyes off that doll.
it was something she really wanted.
there was just this magnetic attraction,
she felt that it was as if the doll was made for her,
as if it was sitting in the store window, just waiting for her.
"i'm sorry darling. we have to go. let's just hope santa hears us and gives it to my little girl, okay?"
as she is led away from the shop, her eyes remain on the doll.
her handprint appears on the frosty glass, then fades.
up overhead, snowflakes swirl in the wind.
they settle prettily in her hair, but does nothing to wipe that look of sadness off her face.
she toddles after her mother, eyes still on the doll.
santa, i have been a good girl this year.
at the side of the road, a homeless woman shivers in her thin clothing.
as the little girl approaches her, she pulls something out of her pocket.
"here little girl, don't look so down. put a smile on that pretty face!"
she slips something into the girl's hand.
"merry christmas, everyone!" she grins a toothless smile.
the little girl turns her palm over
it was a sweet, a plain, ordinary toffee
just one of a dozen during chirstmas period
it was nothing special.
but the girl, she tucks it carefully into her bag, where all her other treasures are.
merry christmas to you too, santa.
& all along, its only what I thought.
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