Today, I celebrated my first Christmas physically alone in a foreign country. Although, my landlord cooked food for me, I felt sadness. And early this evening before I headed back to my flat, Lira and I attended a midnight Christmas Mass in Bras Basah. The homily was great because it tackled the true spirit of Nativity. The church was filled by different people with different skin colours, class status but in the end of the Mass, I felt that we were just the same believer of Jesus Christ.
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