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Autumn Song

Tuesday, December 31, 2002

A happy new year to all, and to all a happy new year.

I am going to sleep now because I am very tired, even though I have a lot of things I want to do, excluding homework. Somehow school doesn't matter anymore. I'm busy, and I'm too busy to worry about it.

Life is confusing. I couldn't be bothered to talk to DW anymore. It's not like he has a lot of time anyway, considering his parental restrictions. Sigh.

I did a bit of injuring, too much in fact. Now it hurts somewhat. I will stop the peeling and the scratching and the tearing for now and go to sleep. Perhaps I will wake up early enough to continue my work and hopefully start on my homework. I really can't be bothered -yet-. I know I will kill myself tomorrow with the work.

It's time to say this now, something I should have said a long time ago, months ago in fact. It's been discussed for quite some time, but I don't expect you to know about it, and even if you do, you don't seem to be doing anything about it. PubCo pubco pubco. Why are you making things so difficult for your com chair? I love you all; you are the people I care most about in council, but I'm not brave enough to say this to your faces so I will say it online. I wish you would spare a thought for Yexiang's feelings. I wish you would give him the respect he deserves. I wonder if you see the amount of effort he puts into PubCo. Did you care that while you were resting today, he went back to school to settle the Student Handbook and you couldn't even spare that little bit of time to have a meeting then. Did you see the preparation he did for mid-term evaluation? Look at the sidebar. Why do you think there are three dates for mid-term evaluation? We've talked about it, discussed the time and venue and the agenda. We've taken into considerations your time and restrictions. We've considered possibilities. Yexiang has worked hard on a speech. Did you know we've discussed PubCo problems for months? Do you want to see the ICQ conversations that have gone on between us? Did you see the tears that day when I wanted to run out of the council room crying, when Yexiang told me he just wanted to give up, when Aishu said it hurt so bad, when I stared into Yexiang's eyes and found tears, when I didn't know what to say, when as usual I controlled my emotions and tried to give comfort and support? Until now I don't know if he did cry or if it was my imagination because my heart was bleeding. I cried on the way home, then I cried to DW, and when things got worse I stopped pretending things were ok and cried to Raining too. Remember that in the midst of all your council and working committee activities you have your standing committee. I know it's not easy, I know you are sick and tired but can you not spend 1 hour of your time in months to discuss PubCo in all seriousness, to care, and to provide suggestions? You're not chairing the meeting and you don't have to prepare a formal speech. All you have to do is say what you feel. Look at the dismal attendance for the outings we have had. Yexiang doesn't have a lot of time either. Perhaps he's wasting his time trying to do something that can't be achieved considering the I-don't-care-I-can't-be-bothered-attitude that he's faced with all the time. If you really can't make it that's fine, but couldn't you at least TRY or try HARDER? He tries so hard to relate to you girls and you just brush him off. Perhaps it's my fault for not taking on more responsibility, for always being so behind-the-scenes, encouraging and diplomatic as I can be. I do my best, because I love this com so much, but maybe my best isn't enough. Maybe one day I should just blow up and stop pretending everything's ok when it's not. The worst feeling in the world is helplessness, and -insert expletive- that's just how I feel. I do love you all so much even though I feel uncomfortable or awkward sometimes with you I really appreciate each and every one of you. Maybe there's something I don't understand. Enlighten me as to why you don't seem to care. Scold me and blame me and tell me how to improve. Save all your yells and diao-ing and black faces for me and stop doing everything on your com chair because he doesn't deserve it. Because he doesn't deserve it.

Autumn leaves blew along life's breeze 11:11 p.m.

Tuesday, December 31, 2002

(Taken from Chrissie's blog)

1. What's your name? Esther
2. What colour pants are you wearing? Blue (my favourite pyjama pants actually)
3. What are you listening to right now? Nothing but the last music I remember going through my head was the song for the S3 faculty dance
4. What are the last four digits of your phone number? 1562
5. What was the last thing you ate? Chicken Rice for dinner (Don't like chicken rice but I gobbled everything down and finished everything up for once)
6. If you were a crayon, what color would you be? Blue or orange
7. If you could go anywhere in the world, where would you go? Heaven. (Maybe Australia or Hawaii. I want some sun)
8. Last person you talked to on the phone? DW. He's about the only person I talk to on the phone actually
9. What's the first thing you notice about the opposite sex? I look him up and down actually.
10. Do you like the person that sent you this? Yes, I like Chrissie
11. Your favorite drink? Ultimate Ice-Blended at Coffee Bean
13. How do you eat an Oreo? I open the two biscuits, lick the cream, then eat the biscuit where the cream was first before eating the other biscuit
15. What's the next CD you're going to get? I don't plan on getting any cd soon but if I got something, I would get Michael Card (I'm borrowing a few of his albums today).
16. Hair color? Black
17. Eye Color? Black
18. Do you wear contacts? No though I secretly wish I did (I'm afraid)
19. Siblings and their ages? A delightful younger brother aged 14
20. Favorite month? December (because of the holidays and Christmas, which is my favourite holiday)
21. Favorite food? Sushi
23. Are you too shy to ask someone out? Not at all, but sometimes I like guys to take the initiative
24. Do you like scary or happy movies better? Happy movies, preferably light romantic movies. I don't really go for movies though
25. Summer or winter? Winter
26. Fall or Spring? Fall
27. Single for life, or Marriage? Definitely marriage. I can't wait
28. Chocolate or vanilla? Chocolate
29. Who is most likely to respond? DW
30. Who is least likely to respond? Everyone else?
32. What books are you reading? Love Hina (English Edition) 6
33. What's on your mouse pad? Nothing. My mouse pad is dark red and tearing
34. Favorite magazine? 8 Days. I don't really read magazines though
35. Favorite smell? DW
36. Least favorite smell? Sweat stinks
37. Favorite sound? DW's voice
38. Worst feeling in the world? Helplessness
39. What is the first thing you think of when you wake up in the morning? Time
40. Favorite color? Blue (Orange comes a close second)
41. How many rings before you answer the phone? I'm not sure about my handphone. Maybe 2-3 times. I don't answer my house phone. I let someone else get it
42. Future child's name? Christy Soh Xin Wen
43. Do you think the glass is half empty or half full? Half empty
44. Favorite type of music? Michael Card (Christian). I am touched by hymns and love singing them too
45. What's under your bed? Another bed. :) (This second bed lies on a platform with wheels and used to be used by my grandmother)
46. What is your favorite number? 7 (God's perfect number)
47. One nice thing about the person that sent this to you? She's Christian and mature (that's two nice things)
48. Favorite TV shows? I Not Stupid, although I don't watch tv
49. What is your fetish? God and jokes
50. Who do you have a crush on right now? Someone from council. I've been fighting this crush for months but it won't come to anything because it's just a crush. There's a difference between crush and love i.e. a crush is natural, while love requires work and effort, and I'm pretty open/honest about this

Autumn leaves blew along life's breeze 10:43 p.m.

Tuesday, December 31, 2002

Back from dinner. Gobbled everything up. I have been working at high efficiency for the past three days (and I've been training my Michael Card and running too). Speed speed speed. I just hope I don't tire myself out too much. Need to save my energy for O1 (Orientation).

Autumn leaves blew along life's breeze 08:21 p.m.

Tuesday, December 31, 2002

I thank God I can type fast (and read pretty fast too even if I don't skim).

I realise that some blogs haven't been loading in full for me so I've missed close to half a month's worth of entries sometimes! Besides that, I've also been experiencing computer problems so I have yet to be updated on everyone. I'm taking a dinner break now (dad harrassed me somewhat but didn't force me to eat dinner then) to rest my eyes also.

Thank God the computer is staying on for me. I need to finish the blogs tonight and -hopefully- get down to ranting about council. There's nothing wrong with me now, but if I don't get out what I'm so frustrated with council about no one will ever know. Besides, I promised someone to say something about this too.

Autumn leaves blew along life's breeze 08:05 p.m.

Tuesday, December 31, 2002

Maybe all I had to do was ask. My computer has been giving me a lot of problems. Either it refuses to load, or the computer jams after 1 min. Thank God I had 1 hour to type the last blog post. I haven't been going online much.

Yesterday's council was pretty cool, but things got a bit tense as the night wore on, and I stopped smiling although I did maintain professionalism and civility. Unfortunately, I blew up at DW for something that wasn't his fault. He's right. Things are accumulated. I'm stressed in a lot of areas, especially council, and talking about still drives me crazy. I did a bit of ranting and crying last night and this morning, then I went out with DW. Although things were bothering me somewhat, I did manage to control myself though, and I admit I did have a lot of fun with him. Later I'll be going for Watchnight Service to prepare myself for the New Year with God and also to get some Michael Card cds from Jason.

I don't feel like saying much at the moment, but I'm all right. I did a bit of thinking, and I think I'm ok. For now.

Autumn leaves blew along life's breeze 07:14 p.m.

Sunday, December 29, 2002

Thanks to Nat, I finally found this link I've been searching for. I don't know if it's the same one Chooi Mei, Christine and Jillz used though as I can't get Brilfeniel however many versions of Mei's name I key in.

My elf name is Elemmķrė Ancalimė.

My hobbit name is Molly Knotwise of Michel Delving.

Autumn leaves blew along life's breeze 07:51 p.m.

Sunday, December 29, 2002

The compy's been giving a lot of problems, but at least it stayed on long enough (after many tries) for me to get updated on everyone else. I've been thinking of many things to blog about and I wonder if I'll ever get down to blogging everything I intend(ed) to blog about. There doesn't seem to be so much incentive to come online nowadays though, probably because I'm so busy offline with my own things.

Today I finished reading Love Hina 5 and Politically Correct Bedtime Stories. I'm starting on Jostein Gaarder's Through A Glass Darkly. I have an obsession with reading, almost as if it is a task I must accomplish. I have forgotten what exactly is depression, I refuse to believe I am in depression, although the pillow is still stained with my tears and I still cry every day. I don't care about my homework, I don't care about next year. I want to enjoy my holiday, the remaining time that I have this year. Let the homework and next year take care of themselves.

I did have a good Christmas. Perhaps I'll get down to telling everyone about it. I made a few choices, and I think they were right. Just now I talked to Alanna jie about love. I appreciate the conversation. It's been quite a while since I opened up to people and talked about really serious matters instead of always smiling and pretending to be ok. My smile is trembling now, and I am worried. Perhaps my worrying is unnecessary. I think I will stop talking about my relationship. It's between the two of us. I wasn't even supposed to admit it in the first place. I never forgot the 5 year hiatus. I'm confused and disillusioned.

I will post more later, preferably an update on Christmas, a review on Michael Card's Scribbling In The Sand cd and the transcription of two messages.

I'm glad that there was no violin lesson today. At least I had a whole afternoon to read, go online, sleep and eat. I think my time was well spent. It's quite unlike me to waste time anyway, however people may think. I actually enjoyed this afternoon. However I need to work on two things later, namely Nat's present (her birthday's in two days), and the Chinese New Year programme and CCA letters I promised Yuting to get done by tomorrow. It's time I worked on CNY like I did for OHCO.

I'm going to bathe now. It's amazing my hair always smells good even though I'm due for a bath.

Autumn leaves blew along life's breeze 07:22 p.m.

Thursday, December 26, 2002

I'm trying to overlook all the things that make me upset and hurt. I've been trying to do that for the past three days and I've been succeeding. I'm not in depression (for once). I rarely think about suicide and there's less SI (even if I did do the master plan today). A lot of it has to do with church perhaps or maybe it's just acceptance of the situation.

I don't have much time to blog now so I can't let everyone know what happened in the past few days, especially yesterday, that made me feel better. There isn't any council today so I'm going out with DW to watch LOTR. A bit reluctant I am, because he has a Maths competition Friday and Saturday and has to train, but he assures me it's all right.

It's just the whole timing thing. Whenever I'm free (from council, other commitments and other friends) he doesn't seem to be free, especially on days when I'm free the whole day (i.e. today and Saturday) it's especially disappointing. But it's not about me. It's about him. It's always been about him, and I want it to stay that way. I want the best for him, and if I'm not the best for him, I have to go. There are many restrictions, commitment being one we both share, and parental on his side, emotional on my side.

I typed this just to tell myself one thing. I reviewed some of my convictions on love and relationships today and I have to tell myself one thing. This relationship, much as I refuse to admit it is one in the first place, is founded upon five things: (a) God (this is very important) (b) time (we've been through a lot together and share many things) (c) love (this is also very important) (d) goals (we have common values, dreams and aspirations) (e) trust (there is a lot of communication and openness). Therefore, setbacks may have been experienced, but as DW always says, 'We'll go through it together, k?' Wow. I can quote.

So Esther, brace up. 'Life is not all smooth sailing' (my previous catchphrase), but 'There is more to life/There is security' (Michael Card's Under The Sun). I can't let a treasure like this go when (a) God's given him to me (b) He doesn't want me to go (c) I don't want to go.

Maybe everyone knew this already. Maybe I am slow as always but it's time for me to state my feelings in black and white (or the closest alternative). Don't let go, Esther. Don't let go.

Autumn leaves blew along life's breeze 09:56 a.m.

Wednesday, December 25, 2002

Got this from Chooi Mei's site. I wasn't exactly objective because I didn't choose what characteristics I wanted in a man but rather what characteristics DW had (or the closest alternative). I want DW for all and who he is.

Ah%2C%20Morose%20Boromir.
What Lord of the Rings Male and Mood Do You Desire?

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Morose Boromir

Autumn leaves blew along life's breeze 07:57 p.m.

Wednesday, December 25, 2002

Does anyone know the title of the song that goes like this, and knows where I can lyrics for this? I only remember vaguely parts of this.

Glory to God in the Highest
Peace on earth, good will toward men
Heaven has sent us a saviour
Father has given a son!

Here are the lyrics to El Shaddai by Michael Card and Amy Grant.

El Shaddai, El Shaddai,
El-Elyon na Adonai,
Age to age You're still the same,
By the power of the name.
El Shaddai, El Shaddai,
Erkamka na Adonai,
We will praise and lift You high,
El Shaddai.

Through your love and through the ram,
You saved the son of Abraham;
By the power of your hand,
Turned the sea into dry land.
To the outcast on her knees,
You were the God who really sees,
And by Your might,
You set Your children free.

El Shaddai, El Shaddai,
El-Elyon na Adonai,
Age to age You're still the same,
By the power of the name.
El Shaddai, El Shaddai,
Erkamka na Adonai,
We will praise and lift You high,
El Shaddai.

Through the years You've made it clear,
That the time of Christ was near,
Though your people couldn't see
What Messiah ought to be.
Though Your Word contained the plan,
They just could not understand
Your most awesome work was done
Through the frailty of Your Son.

El Shaddai, El Shaddai,
El-Elyon na Adonai,
Age to age You're still the same,
By the power of that name.
El Shaddai, El Shaddai,
Erkamka na Adonai,
I will praise and lift You high,
El Shaddai.

More Michael Card lyrics can be found here.

Autumn leaves blew along life's breeze 03:36 a.m.

Wednesday, December 25, 2002

Christmas Message 2002 - And on earth peace, good will toward men

Luke 2:14: "Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men."

Every year as we celebrate and remember Christmas, amnesty is offered once again to those who are still struggling in sin and need forgiveness. We must take this opportunity to witness and spread this word.

Jesus is not just a special person. Confucius and other famous men were men, born of men, but Jesus was born of a virgin. (Matt 1:18 - "Now the birth of Jesus Christ was on this wise: When as his mother Mary was espoused to Joseph, before they came together, she was found with child of the Holy Ghost.") Jesus came into the world to save us from our sins.

Right now, hundreds and thousands of people in the world are dying and without hope, without a God! But Jesus suffered for our sins. He took the sins of the world upon him and bore the punishment for us. However unlike us, who deserve to die because we have sinned (Romans 6:23 - "For the wages of sin is death; but the gift of God is eternal life through Jesus Christ our Lord."), Jesus was sinless and death could not hold Him. He rose from the dead!

Now Jesus is coming again to judge the world and save us from a terrible burning world at war. We will be with Him in heaven forever!

If you accept the salvation that God has provided, you will be saved and have eternal life! Your sins will be forgiven and you will not die! Have you not been touched by the carols that have been sung? The carols that we sing have a mysterious power. We may be sad and burdened, but when we hear them we feel blessed! There was once an owner of a watch shop at New Bridge Road who came to the church and testified of his conversion. On Christmas Eve, he saw some carollers singing at his watch shop. The singing was so sweet he thought they were angels and believed immediately.

Just a few days ago there was a report in the papers of 1 million Iraqi Christians holding candles and praying that there would be no war. In Singapore we are so fortunate to worship God in tranquility and enjoy ourselves! However, tonight, many people in this country are dancing and singing and calling this Christmas! Their hearts are full of sadness.

Recently in Australia a couple came to see me regarding their marriage. They were not active Christians but after repenting of their sins their relationship is improving. They told me that there may be many couples holding hands and acting in a loving manner but actually they are on the verge of breaking up! The more people get together, the colder they may be towards each other. Familiarity breeds contempt!

An elderly couple was confused as to why their children, on getting married, supported them with less money. A marriage should supposedly increase the amount of disposable income. The young couple only supported their parents with $7000 a month. Do you support your aged parents? Do you give them an allowance sincerely or do you just dump it on them?

Recently the church has rifted over several minor issues. Best friends have become enemies. Can there be forgiveness?

Let us pray.

Disclaimer: Please talk to me about this if you need to. I don't know if I've put it across aptly enough. Maybe I should be quicker and more detailed in taking notes. I feel that I have left some information out.

Autumn leaves blew along life's breeze 02:59 a.m.

Wednesday, December 25, 2002

Whew! It's Christmas! Quite a few of my friends have commented that they've lost the magical feeling of Christmas, that they don't feel Christmassy anymore. I don't know if it's just the economic situation (hence the general atmosphere of the country) or the fact that now that we're all in JC things are a lot harder and more difficult to handle. It seems that a lot of us are quite jaded. I know for one that I feel cheated of my holidays because I didn't really enjoy my overseas trips and council has been tiring although I'm looking forward to Orientation next year.

Nevertheless it was a great Christmas eve and a great start to Christmas although it didn't start out too well. After a usual (i.e. not-so-good) morning I went out with DW. Although I knew that I had improved in my piano playing during my practice alone, when I played the piano with DW beside me I started to get nervous and tremble a bit, and then I got confused and played wrong notes here and there, making unnecessary pauses too. Still although I didn't admit it I was quite amazed with myself although DW didn't get a chance to hear what I was amazed with myself about. During the playing he made certain exclamations which were quite complimentary and I couldn't help smiling but still I didn't play all the songs for him (although I managed to go through all the songs today). Later, DW and I went to Guthrie House where we sat on the floor in the brightly-lit open area outside Coffee Bean doing puzzles. It was really good being funny and lame together, and cracking our brains on the puzzles. We really love puzzles. I also ate my only meal of the day (i.e. breakfast cum lunch cum dinner) there (DW bought LJS for me). I had to down two Panadol pills though and even after that I still had a headache. Thank God DW brought Panadol. Now I wonder what he was even doing with Panadol. The upside of it all was that we got to talk and laugh, and although he commented that I was very distant it was still a good time together. I couldn't bring myself to smile sincerely at him when we parted ways though. Xin Yi says I should be nicer.

The better part of it was when I did more last-minute shopping. I'm proud of myself for being able to stay on schedule since I've managed to do and give out all the council presents and letters on time, except Wen Jie and Lin Hai's as they are abroad (those are in the council room waiting for them to get back; unfortunately I left the letter for my brother in the council room too so it means that I've to rush out another letter for him). Although it was a big rush (In two hours, I took a bus from the bus stop opposite Guthrie House to Newton MRT, took a train to Orchard MRT, walked to Forum, walked in Forum, walked to Centrepoint, walked in Centrepoint, walked to Somerset MRT station, took a train to Newton MRT then finally walked to church) and pretty tiring, I did manage to get the Scribbling In The Sand (Michael Card) cd for myself and a nice Christian planner which I wanted to get for Nat's birthday but now I realise that I forgot to get mom a Christmas present so I will give the planner to her instead (I will get Nat something else since I've more time to work with, only that I saw the planner and thought it would be nice for her). It's not been easy deciding who should get what etc but it's been pretty fun, and at least I know I'm pretty good at shopping (i.e. buying nice things and getting them at bargains) even if the final accumulated amount is a lot - I spent $80+ on presents alone in the past few days and that was not counting all the presents I bought in Hong Kong -. I think most of the cost (half of it actually) went to buying presents for DW. I decided to treat myself to the cd because I've been wanting a Michael Card cd and now I finally own one! There's a difference between listening to one that's borrowed (so far all three that I've listened to are DW's) and one that's my own so it'll be a good experience listening to my new cd, plus DW says it's a great cd (I would think so, especially because that's a compilation of Michael Card songs from different albums and I do know a few of the songs - my favourite few in fact -). If anyone knows where and how I can get more Michael Card cds and Michael Card sheet music, please let me know. I've been searching. DW says I can get the cds by searching the storerooms as they are pretty old. Perhaps, if I get the money. Meanwhile I will be contented with listening to the 4 Michael Card cds currently with me (though one is in the car because I love to share music I like with those I love) and the new Lilo and Stitch soundtrack DW bought me for Christmas.

I had to rush for the Christmas Eve service, and I missed the first hymn and opening prayer because I was late (I came in all sweaty too from the rushing and the running) but on the whole I really enjoyed the service. The sanctuary was packed to the brim, with the floor and both balconies filled and extra chairs used up too. I'm so grateful to Rachel for saving a seat for me! We didn't get a very good view of the singers but at least I managed to hunch a bit and look at the tv set up. There were performances from the Chinese choir and children's choir, a combined item by the service and youth choirs, and more renditions of classic favourites by the Indonesian service representatives, the Africans and the Cambodians. It was interesting listening to the different languages and I was amazed at the diversity of language! Although I was talking to Rachel during the service (I felt a bit like a usual church youth, so used to church that I treat it like a normal place - I don't know if you understand this feeling, perhaps it could be related to the behaviour of the altar boys in Dangerous Lives of Altar Boys) but I enjoyed singing the hymns and belting out the high notes, and taking down notes of the sermon. For once I took down sermon notes for my pastor's sermon. I will try to post them up here later.

I hadn't seen my father for more than half a month as he was abroad for two weeks, and I didn't fetch him from the airport as I had council, and because I like to go out, take my dinner out and come home late I also didn't get to see him until today when I saw him at church. My mother and my brother didn't attend the service, which got me a little irritated because I felt that although this church service was an extra service above that of normal Sunday worship, it was essential. I originally wanted to go home with my dad but later I decided to go out for a Coffee Bean experience with Rachel. I realise I forgot to get Rachel a Christmas present! One thing I love about Christmas and special events such as this and New Year's is that the church is packed full of people, the spirit is present, and after the service the people are all happy and go around shaking hands and wishing 'Blessed Christmas'. People have been wishing me Merry Christmas, including DW. I was quite surprised at this at first because I have a conviction on this, that although the Christmas carol goes 'God rest ye merry gentlemen, let nothing you dismay', being merry is associated with wine-drinking. I've been brought up to believe that way, and I do hold this as a personal conviction, so I wish everyone a Blessed Christmas and refrain from buying cards with the words Merry Christmas (which makes it difficult for me to get cards, but I get around this problem by using Christmas letters ^_^).

Coffee with Rachel was good. It was nice talking to her freely and openly, acting stupid (I had exactly $5.78 in my wallet - 1 $2 note and $3.78 in coins - so I borrowed $0.02 from Rachel and counted the coins one by one then handed them all to the cashier. I felt bad for the cashier at first but I think everything was ok in the end) and enjoying a nice Christmas meal late at night. I had a peppermint ice-blended regular which I downed in its entirety although I didn't eat the candy cane. Bus rides with Rachel are also nothing close to a chore, not like the bus rides you sometimes get with acquaintances you happen to meet on the bus and feel obliged to sit next to but wish they weren't around so you could feel more at ease and free to do whatever you want which in my case refers to listening to music.

When I went home, guess who should I find on my missed call list but Xin Yi! (Yes I got caller id finally.) I decided to call her up and we just started chatting. I didn't think we would chat long at first, so I decided to use my handphone, but later I just chatted freely and laughed with her, talked about things that mattered, and shared secrets and convictions. It's funny how I just opened up, and took the initiative to share e.g. 'Xin Yi, there's this secret I've been wanting to tell you but haven't been telling you. It's been a year'. I had a great time with her. I'll be meeting her for lunch tomorrow. She wanted to go swimming but I told her I wasn't interested in swimming as it would be very troublesome (and now that I think more of it I think it would be very troublesome also as it is the time of the month).

I thank God I'm still awake because I feel like doing so many things e.g. writing out the sermon notes. I'm not exactly a good Christian (people actually think I'm holy and godly but I'm really a big sinner) but I just feel like I need to do this. People need to hear this message, and maybe this blog can be a place where people can hear this as well as find out more about me. I can't believe it's past 1! I need to do the presents too! (Unlike for council I have some of tomorrow to do the presents for tomorrow because I believe as long as it is the 25th it's still not too late to give Christmas presents - now that I think of it it's already tomorrow -).

I think I should kan4 kai1 yi4 dian3, to think less of things. Maybe I should also be a little lighter on DW.

Have a Blessed Christmas everyone!

Autumn leaves blew along life's breeze 12:31 a.m.

Tuesday, December 24, 2002

I haven't been reading blogs since about the 18th, I believe. This was what I noticed when I got updated on everyone today.

During my online spree, people have come up and initiated ICQ chats, and this question always seemed to pop up, 'Not going out today?'. I'm going out to play the piano at school later, then I'll spend the afternoon and (perhaps) dinner with DW (although he'll be eating a family dinner). At night I'll attend a Christmas Eve Service at church. I wanted to invite my best friend Xin Yi and DW for two reasons: (a) Xin Yi hasn't been to my church (she doesn't go to church as a matter of fact) and DW goes to a different church with a different worship style so it would be a good experience for them, (b) Many of the songs sung tonight will be carols (some sung by non-Christians as well although they have biblical significance) and there will be presentations by the choirs and (perhaps) other groups so it would not be a drastic transition from what they're used to and it would be more like a presentation-thing (the sermon is also shorter). Unfortunately (and disappointingly so) both of them have family commitments.

I kept a distance from Yexiang yesterday. There wasn't the usual hi whenever we passed. Although Yexiang and Aishu are my better council friends, I didn't talk much to them today. Halfway during council I was very glad that the games i/cs needed help in cutting up clues for the Amazing Race game that we're having for Orientation, so I went up to the computer lab to help them do this work. Haojie and Xin Pei were working on their wet and dry weather telematch plans respectively while Vic was trying to print more Amazing Race clues. I was glad to be of help, and glad for their company. I think these people are really nice. I was also glad to be relatively 'alone' for a while. I like working in small groups with a small number of councillors. I don't know if there was work for me to do, but I managed to do whatever I wanted to do and spend my council time meaningfully. The councillors probably didn't realise I was missing, although Aishu did call. I didn't want to go for Song and Dance session. I just wanted to help with the games. Perhaps it wasn't my place, perhaps, but I would do it again given the chance. I thank Haojie for the opportunity, and Xin Pei for explaining the games to me, letting me help, and being a great companion. I thank Vic for being there for me to talk with and work with. I thank all three of them for being great friends. I will remember that work session.

Yexiang talked to me just now. I didn't say much, although I did make very professional comments (because even if I keep a distance from him I must remember that he's my com chair and as secretary/treasurer I have to be of assistance). I did my best for PubCo. I talked to a number of other people as well. I find that I can carry out a conversation best when I turn the topic to the other person. I don't want to talk about myself. There are things I won't say. There's nothing wrong with Yexiang or Aishu or DW. They're my better friends and always will be. I just need to figure out some things alone.

Autumn leaves blew along life's breeze 01:26 p.m.

Tuesday, December 24, 2002

(Taken from Mei's blog)


What Breed of Hamster Are You?

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Autumn leaves blew along life's breeze 12:14 p.m.

Tuesday, December 24, 2002

I read Dewey's blog and was in tears halfway through his last entry.

There's a lot that's bothering me and have been bothering me, but I just simply refuse to say much of it. I appreciate my dear, my best friend and my other friends but there are some things I don't tell them. I debate internally what to say and what not to but I decide not to in the end. I wonder why.

You kept thanking me for the cd last night, but I was angry with you and couldn't see why exactly. It was like council, knowing that it would be tough but not really knowing until I joined and experienced it first-hand. Now I see why it was that you were struck. Some things bother me, but I can't tell you. Like the rest of the things that have been bothering me, I try to keep it to myself and work it out on my own. Somehow the phrase 'Let power go before control/Becomes a crust around your soul/Escape the hunger to possess' made the tears come. The song was to me a singing of God's love and how much we meant to Him, how much He was willing to do for us, but although I was struck with those points as well, it was this phrase that was special. I decided last night that I would never touch a guy or let a guy touch me again. It was my control at work again. I fluctuate between setting up barriers and breaking down some of them, don't I? I went too far last night, and now I'm controlling the situation again. geographygirl was a girl of control, and I admired and wanted to be like her. I'm contemplating this again.

Autumn leaves blew along life's breeze 10:32 a.m.

Tuesday, December 24, 2002

This poem was forwarded to me in one of the council e-mails. I haven't yet mentioned why I chose to do a layout on The Beginning. As I was searching for graphics, there were so many graphics of Santa Claus, elves, reindeer, Christmas trees, snowflakes, and all sorts of decoration related to the commercialisation of Christmas. Even the nativity scene was sadly reduced to mere oil paintings as if Jesus was only a conventional old-fashioned legend, or painted in a cartoon fashion, with little girls and boys hanging around over Jesus as he lay in the manger. Although this layout perhaps may not look Christmassy at first glance, I believe that this is the true meaning of Christmas. Christmas is the beginning of the realisation of God's promise made right at the beginning, the remembrance of who is, was, and is to come. Who is the Beginning? We remember Him this season. At the start of the New Year, perhaps a time of Christmas remembrance is fitting. This year I have decided to go for the Watchnight Service at church instead of staying home as I do most of the time to watch Countdown 2003 on television. I may not be a good Christian but I believe that the least I can do is to state my convictions. (Btw did you know that Santa = Satan jumbled up? I don't like to attach so much importance and meaning to individual words like this but this is just an interesting fact.)

Have a blessed Christmas everyone, and remember your Creator.

At Christmas time there was a man
who looked so out of place.
As people rushed about him
at a hurried sort of pace.

He stared at all the Christmas lights,
the tinsel everywhere.
The shopping center Santa Claus,
with children gathered near.

The mall was packed with shoppers
who were going to and fro.
Some with smiles, some with frowns,
and some too tired to go.

They rested on benches
or they hurried on their way.
To fight the crowds for purchases
to carry home that day.

The music from the stereo
was playing loud and clear.
Of Santa Claus and snowmen,
and funny nosed reindeer.

He heard the people talk about
the good times on the way.
Of parties, fun and food galore,
and gift exchange that day.

"I'd like to know what's going on",
the man was heard to say.
There seems to be some sort
of celebration on the way.

And would you tell me who this is,
all dressed in red and white.
And why are children asking "him"
about a special night.

The answer came in disbelief,
I can't believe my ear.
I can't believe you do not know
that Christmas time is here.

The time when Santa comes around
with gifts for girls and boys.
When they are asleep on Christmas Eve,
he leaves them books and toys.

The man you see in red and white
is Santa Claus so sly.
The children love his joyful laugh,
and twinkle in his eye.

His gift packed sleigh is pulled along
by very small reindeer.
As he flies quickly through the air,
while darting here and there.

The children learn of Santa Claus
while they are still quite small.
When Christmas comes "he" is the most
"important" one of all.

The stranger hung His head in shame,
He closed a nail pierced hand.
His body shook in disbelief,
He did not understand.

A shadow crossed His stricken face,
His voice was low but clear.
"After all these years they still don't know."
And JESUS shed a tear.

author unknown

"Remember now thy Creator in the days of thy youth, while the evil days come not, nor the years draw nigh, when thou shalt say, I have no pleasure in them;" ~Ecclesiastes 12:1

Autumn leaves blew along life's breeze 10:03 a.m.

Sunday, December 22, 2002

Here are the things I want to do.

(1) Presents and letters for 9 of my closest council pals, namely, PubCo (7), Nat and Wen Jie. I hope I didn't forget anyone. I've done the letters for PubCo and some of the gifts are settled but I think I will go out later to buy more gifts. I haven't really decided who to give what though I have some idea. Some of the gifts may need touching up. I must do this by tomorrow because tomorrow will be the last council session before Christmas and though there may be gift exchange for the council Christmas (cum New Year I think) party I want to have the gifts in by tomorrow.

(2) Presents and letters for my dear DW and best friend Xin Yi. Xin Yi's present is settled. I have a few options for DW but unfortunately I might not be able to do much for him because I'm sick and press for time. :( I want to rush DW's present by tomorrow because I want the council presents by tomorrow and my dear comes -before- council (we're meeting tomorrow). Xin Yi's present will be late unless I get to see her before Christmas i.e. Tuesday. :( I'm sorry.

(3) Cards and online gifts (either through NeoPets and/or graphic greetings) for my online friends, namely Mei, Bingz, Alanna, Raining and other people who read my blog who are not included in the first two points above (also want to give something to Chin Siong). I can't give anything concrete because I won't see you guys anytime soon (I'm sorry Mei and Bingz for not preparing your gifts earlier i.e. before I met you). I have just a bit more time to do this because Christmas is still a few days away. I can't promise you anything but I really really hope to get this done.

(4) Christmas gifts for my family. Besides that, I owe my mother her birthday present (Dec 10)! It's settled but not wrapped. My brother's gift is bought. I need to find something for my dad. I hope to make a trip to Orchard on the 24th to find something nice. Thank God there isn't council on the 24th so I'm free to go to Orchard with either DW or Xin Yi.

(5) Anniversary gift for my parents. I have one more day in addition to the rest of the days to do this (their anniversary is on the 26th) and I want to give them something as well as a writeup.

Problem is, I'm sick, it's raining outside, council is at 7a.m. tomorrow (so I can't stay up late or I'll completely be exhausted and even sicker tomorrow, 'cos council ends approximately 5+ or 6 in the evening and I'm meeting DW after that so you can imagine how late I'll stay out) and because I'm sick not only do I need to rest I also have no inspiration for much writing (i.e. poems) so I can't make presents -too much effort and time- nor write poems hence I will have to buy gifts which I don't really like to do as much because they're less personal -though the letter-writing helps a lot-.

All the best to me. It's my choice and I know I will be happy when I finally hand the presents over to all my friends.

Autumn leaves blew along life's breeze 05:57 p.m.

Saturday, December 21, 2002

Read Baby Blues until I couldn't take the pain anymore and went to bed.

The pain refused to let up. The entire morning I was plagued, until finally I decided to do the master self-injury plan. Amazingly, after only two tries the pain intensified, and then was miraculously gone. Sigh. I am still not well. Maybe I will need a panadol to cure the headache and flu.

I'm going to watch Tapestry, then will proceed to Boon Lay (Mrs. Toh's house) for the dinner treat she's providing for the Teachers' Day and Open House committees.

Autumn leaves blew along life's breeze 02:25 p.m.

Saturday, December 21, 2002

I dreamed a lot yesterday.

It was a long dream, but I can't remember exactly what it was about. All I knew was that it was about council, during one of our work sessions. There was a lot of paper in the council room, pure white paper, and then I cut myself on my left fourth finger, making a cut that was exactly like the cut I made with the penknife during council. In the dream I remember staring and feeling the pain, and I clutched on to the finger with the other hand, then suddenly I felt something warm and trickling between my legs and I woke up. It was just as I suspected. Although there was nothing warm and trickling, I knew instinctively that it had come.

I woke up tired at about 11. Somehow everything this morning was in slow motion. I didn't feel like doing anything. I was surprised that I had slept in so much.

I reasoned with myself that I couldn't have been pregnant for four obvious reasons:

(a) I'm a virgin and have no knowledge in that field whatsoever
(b) I do not approve of pre-marital sex
(c) That thing just came and it wasn't splotchy or abnormal
(d) Sperms die on contact with air so even if some naked idiot had lain somewhere which I sat unknowingly and started spewing sperms, the chances of one of those entering me was very slim, not to mention the fact that I do not go around naked.

Then I wondered why I would think that I was pregnant for another four obvious reasons:

(a) My abdomen has been, and still is, feeling uneasy and it is bigger than I want it to be
(b) My back hurts
(c) I've been through headache and nausea spells recently
(d) I have a fiance
(e) I read Birth Stories and watch deliveries to aid in injury (because I believe they showcase pain at its intensity)

BUT to prove by contradiction:

(a) cannot be true because an uneasy abdomen signals and is part of the arrival of you-know-what, and just because it's bigger than I want it to be doesn't mean it's big
(b) cannot be true because I have a history of back problems (and people actually wonder why I can't do sit-and-reach)
(c) cannot be true because there are many causes for that feeling, including psychological causes
(d) and (e) cannot be true because they are why people would think I was pregnant and not why I think I was pregnant because they occur for very different reasons.

Having established this to myself, I still wish the pain in my back and abdomen would cease.

I was tearing on the phone to DW yesterday and trying to speak as fast as I could because I had a lot of problems I needed to share. He was forced to put down the phone because it was expensive to call from Malaysia so I didn't manage to rant enough although my voice was getting raised and I knew that I was getting more and more frustrated. Thank God (and Raining) that she was online. I normally wouldn't have ranted so much, but I was already irritated by the numerous telephone interruptions and when that final blow came I just started crying and telling Raining what had happened.

Autumn leaves blew along life's breeze 11:17 a.m.

Friday, December 20, 2002

After talking to Yexiang and Raining, I feel a lot better. Maybe it's also after just being alone and reading my past entries.

Today was ok. It was good if I could say so relatively objectively but I did get upset from the moment I stepped into the council room. People just kept saying the wrong things, and although I was upset I tried not to show it. It was hard, but I hope I succeeded in still making people think I was happy. I did enjoy the games though.

There isn't much to say. I have to go now. I just wish I wasn't so sick (physically) and also that this sadness would go away. I couldn't help crying during the bus ride home today. People will never understand. They never will. Maybe when I get my thoughts organised I'll put it up here.

Autumn leaves blew along life's breeze 08:28 p.m.

Friday, December 20, 2002

New layout and changes to disclaimer. I am proud of myself. I do love this layout and the effort it took to produce it.

Still a bit sick with headache, stomach pains and flu but I will go for council today. It should be an interesting day, what with Amazing Race tryouts and all. Everyone's costumes should look funky. I'll be wearing shirt and jeans and a harness and helmet as a miner.

DW's going to Malaysia for three days. I will miss him a lot, but there are things that will stay with me, concrete objects (like Dewey the Duck, the flower, the 'BEGINNING' keychain and 8 Days) and memories that will indefinitely surface like they always do. I am acting like he's going forever.

Went to watch The Lord Of The Rings: The Two Towers yesterday. It was a good 3 hours, full of action. There were some things that struck me though.

(a) Friends and those who love you will never leave you even though they disagree sometimes. They may not agree with your decision but will support you whichever path you choose to take. You may chase them away at first, or disagreements may part the two of you, but friends will always return to help and are not afraid to apologise.

(b) Friends don't have to be first. They let you lead and are content to support.

Love keeps things going when the going gets tough. A memory of a person will not go. 'There is still hope.' ~Arwen

I'm feeling sick so I'm going to the toilet now. Won't be eating lunch today 'cos I just got my braces tightened. I changed the colours to blue and green!

Have a good day everyone.

Autumn leaves blew along life's breeze 07:31 a.m.

Thursday, December 19, 2002

It was just a short dinner near my house. I was plagued with a throbbing headache but the panadol and the water and the cheese fries did wonders. God bless you for your patience again. You know that was not our original plan.

You are a comforter.

The dream I had last night was as usual, filled with murder, guns, blood and lack of breath, and then I woke up to the usual churning insides. But in the midst of it all, you were there, and without your appearance I would have died. Maybe it's like Pandora's box. In the midst of all the worries lies this one thing called hope.

The story below (thanks for your comments!) was truly depressing, but it questioned a lot, and at the end the girl did move on, until her time was up and brook stole her away before the sky did.

Thank you Dewey.

Autumn leaves blew along life's breeze 09:11 a.m.

Wednesday, December 18, 2002

I must admit, the experience of working was made more pleasant by the fact that I was playing with six glittery pens. I sat by the table, insides churning as it is now, and thought and then I came up with this. On hindsight I think it sounds a little anti-God but that was not my original intention nor is it ever my intention to sound thus. This piece speaks much and uses a lot of imagery. It is not mere writing. Please comment on it if you can, even if you have something negative but constructive to say.

Here goes:

The moon would not shed its tears for nought, not for the gleaming pearled silver that wound down the tree in blissful radiance, nor for the circular spherical perfection that it was not. What it seemed perhaps to like was the cold sombriety of its rough cratered surface, lonely and distant as the remnants of the shooting stars long gone, or the clouds that drifted and effaced in misty probability, in uncertain gloom. The sun would rise in brilliant red and gold, illumined, majestic, in glorified splendour, and then the moon would be nothing, simply replaced by that which was deemed blessed and good and warm.

What was identity? Could it be characterised, numbered, structured and formed like tiles in white boxes, mocking with their scarlet tongues? Did it involve emotion, the burst of song of the blue jay or the sad mournful throes of the bells echoing in the distance? Who ever felt the hypocrisy of the kissing sun as it burned the raw nerves in its electric gaze, smothering the choked in its sweltering hug, reducing its friends to dewy droplets of glistening sugar frosted decayed from the stench of rotting flesh? Who saw the fluttering hopes of the scorched unable to find relief, dashed and made irrelevant, negligible. The sounds of the dead were unheard, throated cries muffled as the cursed would descend into the black amnesiac chasm of joyless misery.

Maybe the edges of the sharp glass of hardened tears would not be weathered, nor would anyone behold the kind embrace of the night's coolness, find rest in the peaceful solace of the moon's silence. She would not curse nor speak nor give the advice which reeked off poniard breath and poisoned sting. She never took for granted what was and what was to come. When the forest would yield up a cry as one of the flaming grievances of debtless refrains, she would stay watching, fixedly on the rocks which broke but uttered not. Those were the true winners, they which thrived alone in uncomplaining dampness, the cold reflecting off them aliked to a simple ray.

-----

The girl traversed the woods with caution, as she did the gardens of her day. The lingering scent of bluebells tinted the rain-beaten paths which were unobvious in their dealings. The baggage was light, a mere patched cloth bag, filled and sewn up again as many times as the night did kiss the day. She was not very old, but the shoulders were hunched with invisible weight and the ground and air grew weary of the persistent dreariness. She was not brave enough to bleed in the thicket of thorny brambles nor cry in the flooding water. The forest stretched for miles she could not see beyond and the steps had not yet lost their enthusiastic shine. Now and then a crunch of despairing tiredness exhausted her and she turned to the biting wind for comfort only to find none, but the sparks were rekindled again in typical youthful fervour, for although she had aged she retained some of the song of the forest and would not forget until the brook had taken its last breath from her.

-----

Did not the sky cry last night, or the rain touch my skin with its long slender fingers, urging me to go on? The body was lifeless, cold and hard in the world only it knew, and the sky forever held it in isolation. The sky gave pieces of itself away; over each person lay a white cloth like a shroud, one which came from the common but broke off and yet held no identity. Similarly the person to which that piece was given was, a one which knew no truth or saw no joy, one born to squalor and putrid mustiness. The odour of the crowd, stinking with the masses of failed lives was reminiscent of sheeted insides, rotting on contact with the world. The sky cried to wash and make fresh the dirty filth but could not because it was too weak and then it rained of despair and forgotten goals and the memories made the hurt stronger until what could have been tripled the flood until it was too much to make fresh the grime but instead killed all who were under the sheets. Because all could not pull off the sheets, the whiteness of the sky melted into the crimson of the sea and all that was left behind was a tiny blade of grass for remembrance, and for the repopulation of millions more of the undead.

Autumn leaves blew along life's breeze 05:12 p.m.

Wednesday, December 18, 2002

Tortured myself until my insides were out and my legs were leaden. Then I went to examine the contents of the toilet bowl. What an existence. I am drunk.

-bitter-

Autumn leaves blew along life's breeze 04:21 p.m.

Wednesday, December 18, 2002

My head feels funny and I'm sneezing and sniffing and depending on handerkerchiefs so.

Besides that I get cold and hot very easily. One minute I'm cold and the next I'm hot. The people in the house have been quite understanding but now and then they do get impatient because I refuse to have the fan on. I'm cold despite wearing a coat and being without the fan on. Sometimes I'm hot, then my back starts to itch and I feel uncomfortable. Especially during council, I had to adjust my insides a bit to relieve the itching.

To make things worse I am tired (some of it is my choice really because I seldom stay at home, and my days are spent at council or out with friends.) I try but I seldom get enough sleep, and I have loads of insect (not mosquito) bites from the last council session (during which I was scratching and feeling most uncomfortable).

I really enjoy it when I do publicity work because that way I stay out of the sun. Yet I know that I cannot keep doing publicity work.

I just realised that there is never one day when I feel really out of sickness. It seems that there is always an aura of sickness hanging over me, and with it a sense of depression.

I just want to be free. Every day I get out of bed wishing I didn't have to get out and every day I think of ending my life. This isn't good.

I didn't go to council but I slept in today. I still don't feel very good but I did manage to finish my Maths homework. Homework is pretty fun, especially Maths homework. Perhaps it's because DW and I love doing puzzles together that I've started to enjoy Maths. I cried 3 times today though because I didn't know how to do the questions or because I couldn't understand after a lot of thought, reading of the notes, and DW's explanation. I thank God that he was there though, patient with me and encouraging me to ask for help, being willing to answer my questions, and cheering and comforting me along the way. I also thank DW for having the patience with me to tolerate my sensitivity (e.g. 'I thought you were laughing at me.' It's so simple. It's Maths C. Why don't I know how to do?' 'You'll probably laugh at me when you listen to this problem.'). It was amazing how he helped, how he could just know how to do all the problems the moment I asked him.

Perhaps life isn't so bad after all if I have someone I don't deserve. Perhaps I will actually pass my Maths.

Autumn leaves blew along life's breeze 01:01 p.m.

Tuesday, December 17, 2002

So many things have happened, both good and bad, but I believe I'm on the road to recovery now.

I don't have much to say but I had a lot of fun today during O1 work session working with the councillors and making friends with the YJC people, and I felt very good about myself. Mistakes didn't seem to matter and I just tried my best to do whatever I was supposed to do. I realise that I work well with people, entertaining people.

I'm really tired now so I won't say much more. I just had a wonderful long chat with Xin Yi. It's been ages since we had a chat that long and we talked of intellectual, godly, girlish, intimate things, and of the past, present and future. I'm proud of her, and I'm proud of our best friendship.

I'll be meeting De Wen tomorrow to join in his Bible Study and also for a picnic at Botanical Gardens. I'm glad for the opportunity to go for the Bible Study as it will be a time for spiritual refreshment, considering my current spiritual status.

Autumn leaves blew along life's breeze 12:24 a.m.

Saturday, December 14, 2002

Big girls don't cry Big girls don't cry Big girls don't cry Why am I crying like that I don't want to cry

I don't know how it was that somehow the gates just opened and the tears started spilling out. I told myself I had to be happy that I wanted to be happy that happiness was a choice and I tried and tried but somehow I just ended up crying really badly sniffing and really crying and deep inside there was this aching loneliness and I knew like the colorgenics personality test said that my emotional needs weren't satisfied that at this moment I really needed someone whom I couldn't have.

And now the tears have stopped and I realise that maybe it's just a part of the things I have to cry over and forget temporarily so I can get on with life. I've been typing deleting typing deleting. Maybe some things are better left unsaid. Maybe now after I've calmed down I can go to sleep for a while and get over this headache then wake up tomorrow to study for my Sunday School quiz and give a bright smile to everyone. Like I try to do. So no one will think anything's wrong.

I can't be bothered to reply to DW's smses. I think he'll be happier off without me.

Autumn leaves blew along life's breeze 09:52 p.m.

Saturday, December 14, 2002

WHAT?

Who asked me not to check my mail?!?!?! NeoPets came to Singapore and they sold a WHITE KOUGRA PLUSHIE!!!! KOUGRA KOUGRA KOUGRA!!!!

-screams excitedly and piercingly-

Well. Never mind. Just a bit of overreacting.

BUT SO CUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUTTTTTTTTEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!

Well when you have no less than FOUR mails from NeoPets coming in to tell you about the same thing because you happen to have thousands of NeoPets accounts back when you were such a NeoPets addict, this is scary. Also when you happen to absolutely adore tigers and KOUGRAS and a certain handsome little Desert one named Octavius_Caesar which you painstakingly took care of.

Well well well. Perhaps one day a nice Desert Kougra toy will drop into my arms, or perhaps...

Hm. -chucklechucklechuckle-

Autumn leaves blew along life's breeze 05:10 p.m.

Saturday, December 14, 2002

I finished Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone today so I'll be able to return it to Mei and borrow her Prozac Nation during our next outing with Bingz to watch LOTR TTT.

I realise 4 random things:
a) Some people don't know what LOTR stands for.
b) Some people think that there are 100+ people in council when there are only 43.
c) DW only has one person on his MSN contact list i.e. ME. Let me revel a bit in this surprising bit of news.
d) I get very pissed and I mean VERY PISSED when people talk about my looks (negatively of course) and people have been commenting in a very unpleasant fashion about my looks. Which is not appreciated, and I show it.

As to the above observations I am only surprised, but not in any wise affected.

I am itching to do a new layout but
a) I am a rigid person and currently nothing so drastic has happened to prompt me into doing anything before the 26th i.e. Layout Day.
b) I have got a lot of other things to do.

I am currently in a very weirdly happy mood perhaps because
a) I have been quite down so naturally I can only go up
b) I have just finished reading HP and am very entertained by it, in a good way of course. Perhaps some very kind soul could lend me the next 3 books to satisfy my insatiable hunger, or even better still lend me the next 3 books to satisfy my insatiable hunger -and- steal book 5's manuscript off Ms. Rowling herself.
c) I have been updated with all the blogs I intended to read (being updated means reading carefully and then doing all the personality tests I haven't done).
d) As my sidebar says, I love geographygirl. I love geographygirl which is why I love NeoPets which is why I love AAA which is why I joined council which is why I love council. geographygirl holds a lot of meaning for me. It is a part of myself I actually love.

That's all from me. Not a blog really, but anyhow I don't care much. Nothing matters, does it? I should stop thinking so much before I sink once again into the deep miry mud. I think I will go tinkle a bit of Michael Card and imagine DW singing. I tell you. He can sing.

Autumn leaves blew along life's breeze 04:54 p.m.

Saturday, December 14, 2002

(From Chooi Mei's blog)

You are the Basic HTML Layout:

you are pure and simple. you can be a bit naive and very insecure because you haven't gotten out much in the world. this is either because you've lived a sheltered life, or postponed doing things in life out of fear of change. you dislike change and you don't like attention. you should definately stop hiding inside that egg shell before life passes you by. if you don't stop being too shy or afraid to achieve your goals, you will have a very incomplete life and unhappy life as well as self-image.

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Colorgenics Psychological Profile

Your Mood: At the moment your sensual and emotional needs are not being met. Perhaps you are finding life more than a little harsh at present. Being unable to relax is making you tired and taking the edge off your enthusiasm. You feel more determined than usual and are not prepared to put up with unnecessary delay or restriction. Not in the mood to be told what to do you resent anyone trying to control your behavior. You do not want to be held back at this time. . . .

Your Present Situation: You feel an overwhelming sense of aggression on a fairly regular basis. Though you are a passionate person by nature, your strong passion can easily turn into anger with provocation . You feel you are not being heard, not taken seriously - and this is leading to your behavior.Your present situation is draining your energy levels and can be very frustrating. Whatever efforts you make things do not appear to be getting any better. You need to be very careful as your vitality at the moment is low and you may feel that you cannot meet the challenges of your present circumstances. It is important to realize that this phase is temporary, and if you are careful not to let despondency take over, you will triumph in the end. You can make the necessary changes in your life, but it may take some time. . . .

Your Conflicts: You have no conflicts at the present time . . .

Shape Analysis Test Results

The Triangle - Goals
Position 1: You have a great affinity for setting goals and accomplishing them. You are inspired by those who are actively following their dreams.

The Square - Foundation
Position 2: This announces that you naturally attribute a great deal of value to your word and are congruent in your actions. Your greatest strength lies in your authenticity.

The Circle - Connectedness
Position 3: This indicates that the process of seeking oneness is fundamental to your very being. The struggle for independence and completeness is absorbing the whole of your being. Your natural drive and creativity will arise out of finding yourself.

Matching Triangles - Relationship
Position 4: Your past experiences have encouraged you to realize that relationships are an important aspect of your life and you have become more interested in people as a result. You participate in group projects and collaborative efforts. You are now focusing your energy on the issue represented by the shape chosen for position 3.

The Whirlwind - Change
Position 5: You are avoiding change in your life or you are happy in your current situation. Although you are aware that changes will always occur, for the moment you are content to explore stability.

Descriptions

The Whirlwind - Change
In nature, a whirlwind produces profound changes in the landscape by uprooting old trees, blowing away old shrubs, and literally stirring up the earth. Often these changes can be harsh and unforgiving, however they are necessary to the development of the planet. With change comes new growth and new life. If a person is attracted to the symbol of the whirlwind, it usually indicates a great desire for novelty, new ideas, and change. These people are creative, energetic, enthusiastic and are great for stirring up new ideas. Their greatest nemesis is the routine, and although they are capable of accomplishing many tasks at once, they sometimes have difficulty following through with the details. you are aware that changes will always occur, for the moment you are content to explore stability.

The Square - Foundation
Congruency is the single most important aspect of a square, as it is the most important quality to those attracted to the square. In drawing the square, each of the four sides must be congruent or it is not a square. Those attracted to that congruency are also attracted to the qualities of accountability, consistency, and stability. They value honesty, making plans, and setting goals and are steadfast in following through with them. Anyone seeking a sense of security or stability will appreciate the square. The foundations of a house, the walls of a castle, and many other symbols of strength and steadfastness are represented by squares.

Matching Triangles - Relationship
The ability we have as human beings to communicate and relate to each other is unique among our planet's inhabitants. We can share our thoughts, feelings, hopes, desires, and create bonds with each other that can last a lifetime. Our relationships with others present us with an incredible mirror into the most important relationship of all, our relationship with ourselves. Those who are attracted to the matching triangles are essentially seeking balance. They will favor quality relationships with the people they come in contact with. They will gravitate towards jobs which emphasize human contact, collaborative work, and people skills. They value open communication and quality time with their friends.

The Circle - Connectedness
As human beings, one of our most fundamental driving forces is our need to experience oneness. Without a sense of completeness we have no platform from which to launch our goals or dreams. If a person is feeling a sense of incompleteness or disconnectedness, the natural tendency will be to seek the space to find themselves. They will only be happy when given the freedom to grow in their own way and they will naturally reject any person or situation which restricts that space or leaves them feeling trapped. This process can, when taken to an extreme, become very self-absorbing. Often when a person seeking oneness does not get the space they desire, they will simply take it. This can lead to the loss of otherwise beneficial relationships and friendships.

The Triangle - Goals
Setting and working toward our goals and dreams are one of the primary ways we grow as human beings. Our realizations and processes of self-discovery along the way are vital to our development. The triangle symbolizes the mountain that we must climb in order for us to reach the goals we set for ourselves. There are many different paths up the mountain and with perseverance we will get there. When a person is attracted to triangles, they are in the process of single-mindedly creating and pursuing a goal. Obstacles which might stop others will barely deter these people. They are dedicated, determined, and persistent as long as their goals are still relevant to them. Their fear lies not in failure, but in not having a dream to pursue. However, this single-mindedness towards future pursuits can deter them from accomplishing anything in their immediate lives.

(From Harris' blog)

Cheer Bear
You're the Care Bear cheerleader! Your spunky personality and optimisim lifts everyone's spirit. Though you want everyone to be happy, you stand your ground on issues you feel strongly about and this can bring disunity among your friends. Despite this, you are a true believer in working together.

(From Natalie's blog)

~Find Your Beauty Aura~

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The Ever-Valuable Venus. I am the moment where beauty unfolds into the world.

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Autumn leaves blew along life's breeze 12:26 p.m.

Friday, December 13, 2002

I didn't smile much today.

I didn't smile at my brother's joke.

But I didn't tell anyone why I was upset. Not really.

A barrier has been set up and this time not even DW can break it.

My ICQ and MSN has been set to Away mode. I don't feel like talking to anyone. I just want to be alone.

The tears came but I brushed them away. I refuse to cry.

The blood flowed quickly today and fell in dark drops before the stinging pain came. I realised how afraid I was of pain.

I'm going to sleep now. I don't feel like doing anything.

Maybe I'll never wake up.

Autumn leaves blew along life's breeze 09:01 p.m.

Tuesday, December 10, 2002

I cried tonight.

Sometimes it's no use blogging. Sometimes it's no use telling anyone anything. Sometimes people can't be there for you forever. Sometimes they don't even care.

If I told you what was bothering me, if I confessed all that I have been disturbed by, you'd be surprised. I bet you would. I realised today that there were secrets I wasn't willing to reveal. Yes, what I said in the past still stands. These secrets are spread among different people. There's one with Sharon and one with De Wen, another one with De Wen and Xin Yi, and a last one on this blog. Do people care enough to unravel them? Do I even want them to? Maybe some things are better left unsaid.

I'm losing it.

(a) I refuse to go for council on Monday which is a rare thing because even when I miss school during depression/sickness I come back for council. I called in sick. Truth is, I have been sick for a long time, but I haven't been showing it. Even when I'm not feeling well, I force myself to dance and I try to be enthusiastic. Sometimes I resent it when people make me do things beyond what is required of me, when they plead with me to do things I don't have to do, but I do them anyway. As long as I'm standing, as long as I still have a shred of sanity in me, I refuse to fall. No way. I'm not going to miss O1 work sessions either even if those who care about me think I deserve otherwise. (I guess that's why I hated it so much when the senior councillors asked me during election why I didn't have my collar pin on and how I was going to be a leader if I couldn't even discipline myself that way. Thing is, my conscience is a lot stronger than some people think it is. Responsibility won't allow me to quit.) But sometimes things just get a little out of hand. People have been asking me how I am. I forget how I've been answering them. I've been hyper and happy of late and thankful for that. At least people don't suspect there's anything wrong with me that way. I don't want everyone thinking I'm depressed. Not the councillors. Come to think about it, I don't want -anyone- to think I'm depressed. Unless you're DW. Because if I had to commend DW for one thing, he understands and is willing to understand and care and stand by me. Yes, I trust him for that, even if things don't always work out the way we'd like them to.

(b) I can't pretend to be happy anymore. I don't like it. I've got by with people thinking I'm a happy person, and even when I'm upset I try not to let it show. It's going to take a while for me to wipe my Sunday School teacher's stern words out of my head. I was so upset my face blackened and no matter how I tried I was making very closed and nervous gestures and retreating into myself on Sunday, not to mention that during service I actually accidentally missed communion when the elder came by (even though the friends beside me took it). I'm just glad DW and Xin Yi didn't notice that I was upset. Going out with them is good in a way that it takes my mind off my problems although now and then I'm reminded of them, and even if I suddenly started sobbing (again) in the MRT although I tried so hard not to.

I don't exactly try to cry. In fact I try not to. But sometimes the tears just come. And the chest constricts.

I've stopped being lame, or at least not as lame as I used to be. As for sexual jokes, if one cares enough one would wonder why I've recently become so perverted. You think I want to be? It's become a recent outlet for my frustrations.

I make myself out to be so disgusting, do I not? I'm not that disgusting. Not that anyone would believe it anyway. Not that anyone cares.

When I played the piano today I realised how alone I was. Just alone. No one understands.

Autumn leaves blew along life's breeze 09:24 p.m.

Tuesday, December 3, 2002

I must be getting better at this to finish reading blogs in 10 minutes. I can't help being irritated when I read though, although it's partly my fault. I'm just so out of it. I can't understand, or perhaps I don't want to. Although I have my own idea of perfection I realise I can't impose my values on others though so I won't. But I just feel that friendships are drifting apart because I can't connect anymore. There are strains of similarity but ultimately I am just so different. I don't watch movies. True, Dewey takes me out but I refuse to watch movies. I don't stay up that late. I don't sleep in class. I don't worry about clothes or makeup. Call me boring but these things don't appeal to me. I'm not condemning others. I know very well how beautiful these people are. But just because I can see their worth doesn't mean I can tell them everything. I realise of late everyone's just been drifting here and there and although I put a label on them e.g. 'best friend in this', 'best friend in that', 'good friend', 'sister' etc. I wonder just how much I tell them. I wonder if I would ever go out with them again or want to go out with them. Maybe I should lock myself in a room and become a recluse. I can't mix with those who mug and I can't mix with those who play, neither can I mix with those who mug AND play. In fact, no one shares their problems with me. And when they do, I can't help and sometimes I feel some people are whining then I feel so guilty about myself.

I've been thinking of the process of giving birth lately. It has always been an obsession. In fact I used to want to become a gynaecologist. I've been reading Birth Stories lately, just as I have been reading since eons and eons ago when I was in Primary/Secondary school. I wonder how it would be like to give birth, to feel so much pain that I lose control. I screamed a whole clinic down once because they were cleaning out my ear and pushed the equipment deep inside it and I tried so hard to control myself but in the end I couldn't take the pain anymore and I screamed for all I was worth. I don't like to lose control. I've been suffering because I can't let go. I don't trust. When the time comes for me to give birth I won't take pain medication because I want the full impact of the pain. I won't have anyone around too because I don't want them to see me suffer. I don't care about the child. I'm a cruel heartless being who only cares about hurting myself. Leave me alone. I've been preparing for the day. That's how I hurt myself anyway, by manipulating my breathing and my internal system. Control. One day I will DIEDIEDIEdiedie.

I noticed a very interesting thing. Die is the hanyu pinyin for father. It's when you feel like dying that you are actually in need of the Father.

Today the words kept drumming 'You may be a good marriage counsellor but you'll never be a good girlfriend or a good fiancee.' True, what's the point in reading dating books all the time, in knowing where to get the clothes or the shopping? What's the point in training people to be good bf/gfs if you can't even set a good example of yourself? You lousy idiot.

And I forgot to do some council stuff today.

I hate my GP tutor. I hateHATEHATE her.

You know what, I don't think I'll live until 20. And because you're all such beautiful people, I will do the cursing for you. The reason you won't live until 20, Esther, is you're mad. You wallow in your self depression all the time.

People, chances are I'm not referring to you. Because one person won't get me down but many will. Don't worry. I'm just in a bad mood. This has been bothering me for a long time.

I told myself I wouldn't cry but I did. I wish I had two more arms to give myself a massage and a big hug, but then again, I don't deserve do I? I don't even want to call myself a bitch again because (a) I don't know what it means and I don't want to know (b) It's overused (c) I'm tired of the pull hair, slap face, throw self onto floor, scream BITCH!!! routine.

I'm just so tired. Leave me alone. Why is it always when I'm trying to throw everything out and pms I never seem to get to the end? Sooner or later a thought flies and I remember there's something else but my mind draws a blank. ARGH.

Autumn leaves blew along life's breeze 10:31 p.m.

Tuesday, December 3, 2002

I find that chocolates, ice cream and cod fish snacks, basically anything that takes a while to get down, and which I can chew and smear all over the inside of my mouth is really helpful in curbing sadness.

I'm getting a headache. BUT. I am looking forward to Prom. I am in reception booth and programme and I'll be one of those counting the votes for Prom King and Queen and something else too! Exactly what I want to do. :)

I spent a long time injuring myself this morning so I got out of bed quite late, but I was proud of the fact that I managed to do a lot of blogging this morning. I even played Michael Card's The Beginning on piano before I left the house. Although I'd informed my maid earlier that I'd be taking lunch at home although I had to leave at 12 for work session, she didn't manage to cook the food fast enough so I was left without my lunch. Thank God I ate a few snacks for breakfast. I was nursing a headache and giddy spells but council was still ok. We managed to dance and sing and settle the blazers, and we completed the packaging in half an hour! Thank God there was even a break for me to go get some food but Nat and I had to rush to get back, although we ended up on time.

I love the way we work. I love the way so many people just volunteer to help. I love the fellowship and the laughter, the shared joy. I enjoyed a game of badminton with Aishu. I guess today was a good day, but we have to reserve our energy and take plenty of rest for the next two days.

Some of the councillors were upset today though. Aishu and I were just talking about it. I felt useless at not being able to comfort. In fact, I have been feeling useless at so many things. I felt bad because Yexiang did the Prom website as he insisted on doing it, while I just thought that since Xun didn't ask for the webpage done in the first place and didn't get back to me after a number of tries that she wasn't interested in a Prom website anymore. I felt bad as Yexiang had put me in charge of it when he went for OBS and not only did I take a little more time to ask Xun I also didn't push her enough to give me the materials to get the webpage up. Besides that, the treasury also had a few problems due to some misunderstanding but (a) I didn't let Yexiang know (b) I haven't been giving a regular treasury report. Sometimes I wonder if I let down the people who voted me in, even Mrs. Ang who supposedly wanted me to be her secretary. Maybe I let down Yexiang too. I try to sing and dance and learn, but maybe I'm just not doing enough sometimes. I'm grateful that Aishu's been helping me and talking things out with me. I know I could give so many excuses for whatever I've done, but it's just sometimes (especially when Yexiang was so serious today and a little pensive) that things get to me. I had one job - PubCo Secretary/Treasurer. Can't I do it well? (But frankly I think I should stop blaming myself.)

I had more to say but somehow nothing's going through my brain now.

Autumn leaves blew along life's breeze 05:29 p.m.

Tuesday, December 3, 2002

I was reading my past entries to see where I last stopped blogging. I think I'm a very weird person. I make everything appear in parallel and perpendicular lines or regular shapes, and if I see anything irregular, I stop and stare and convince my mind it's regular and angular before I move on. Besides that, my dreams are weird, and I'm self-injuring a lot, up to hours at a time even, but thank God I cut my nails yesterday to prevent myself from inflicting any injury at least in that area (unfortunately there are not a lot of nails left to cut).

I wonder if even if my blogs are detailed, people will ever get to know and understand me, or perhaps I make myself out to be more complex than I really am. I'm surprised sometimes when Dewey actually understands and knows what to do. Maybe it's because I don't bother to hide behind a facade when I'm with him. Either way, I'm still the sweet and innocent happy little girl people think I am, just with a few dark twists to my character, but ain't everyone like that? Maybe I'm normal.

Enough of the rambling.

23rd November - Saturday

I tried to sleep as much as I could during breaks in Hong Kong so that I would have enough energy to stay up late to chat with DW and do whatever it was I intended to do e.g. catch up with everyone else. I managed to talk to DW a while and do a little bit of reading (blogs that is). The morning, I went out with DW before we went our separate ways, he to Kembangan (for Bible Study) and me to Newton (for LTF).

I haven't been to LTF for quite a while, and they were quite surprised to see me but they were really nice about it. LTF has moved from the Junior Worship place to the Greek and Hebrew Room. I remember walking along the first floor, seeing the guys look over on the second floor and smiling at them. I felt a little awkward but the hellos and smiles were nice (especially from Daniel and Rachel, who are in the LTF committee. Daniel was particularly surprised to see me, asking me what was so special about the day), the welcome song (during which everyone would stand and exchange handshakes and smiles) was pleasant, and the rest of the songs got me smiling. I realised that because of my lack of involvement there were many songs I didn't know how to sing, but I picked them up over the course of the programme. After the singspiration when we were to disperse into our separate groups, Jevon came up to talk to me and I apologised for my rude behaviour a few months ago when he was asking about my spiritual life. Apparently he's forgotten about that incident.

Bible Study was good. I was pleased that I'd just started on Quiet Time, although a little ashamed that I hadn't been doing Quiet Time for months and years already. My group members were really nice and friendly, and we had a nice time being updated on each other's lives and going though the lesson. They were discussing some bible facts though which were out of the lesson and like on the 17th I realised just how much I didn't know about the Bible, and was ashamed. After the lesson I helped Rachel count the offering before we hung around in the church compound for about one and a half hours as was the usual LTF practice before going out for dinner together. I went off to the bookroom for a while but it was so cold I came out later. Some of the girls were playing volleyball and the guys were playing soccer I think, while others were just talking. I was happy sitting by myself, although I wanted to read a book without appearing too antisocial (actually I just wanted to be available in case people wanted to talk to me, but I didn't want to initiate any conversation). Later, Rachel came up and brought me around to make friends with the rest of the LTF-ers. I also got a chance to talk to Daniel and Jevon. I was feeling quite out of place and wanted to sms De Wen but later I realised that this is just part and parcel of joining a group, especially one that is so close-knit. I wanted to be part of a group like this, especially looking at Rachel having so much fun with her friends, but I knew that I'd be feeling out of place at least for a few more weeks before I'd finally fit in. I was amazed at how much some of the LTFers remembered about me though.

Jevon did join us for dinner but went off by himself quite a few times. I was talking to Timothy for a while but I ended up making no sense to myself (e.g. 'De Wen is cool. He plays basketball.' Note: Tim happens to be De Wen's Chinese classmate so he knows DW and actually it was him who initiated the topic.) I was pricked by something Tim said ('He's not that good what.') but later we talked more and he also gave the lot of us some puzzles to solve. I was so pleased at being the first one to solve one of them after a while, but we didn't manage to solve the second one. Andrew Kan made an effort to talk to me, but I think I didn't reply properly, or perhaps that is only due to my paranoia. My teeth were hurting so I couldn't eat my dinner fast enough, but some of them waited for me (while the others who were going to play tennis went off). I had a good time laughing to Rachel and her sister Joei though I still didn't feel very comfortable. In fact, some of my closer friends in church were wondering why I was so quiet given my normally active and enthusiastic persona in Sunday School. The fact was, I really didn't fit in, I was trembling with nervousness during LTF and biting my lip, and didn't know what to say. Most of the time I just sat and listened, or talked to the people I'm closer with.

After dinner, I went home by train with Angeline, and we talked for a while before she gave me a hug when she got off. That made me feel very good, and I was very happy with the whole day's proceedings. Given my high mood I was also able to sms De Wen a nice message.

24th November - Sunday

Sunday School was great. I was pleased with myself for having collaborated with Lin Min over sms the day before. It was really quite easy, all we needed to do was to come up with 3-4 questions pertaining to the whole year's Open Sunday lessons for discussion. I was proud of myself for coming up with the questions, and for knowing exactly what it was I had to do. I was on a high, like I used to be every Sunday last year, and I was smiling as breezily as I did when I ran for council. Everything went well. The singspiration and the games, and I managed to joke with the teachers and the guys even! I was speaking confidently, but I just hope that I managed to speak clearly as it appears to me that whenever I give announcements, I summarise and say everything I want to say in the least time possible, so much so I stand for a very short time, and I also tend to rush through whatever I'm saying in order to get all the information out in the shortest time. I was glad that there was a change in plans so I didn't have to settle the numbering off of groups and announce which teachers were to be attached to which group (as it meant that I would have to call my mom by her name, since she's one of the teachers there) and all I needed to do now was to ask them to disperse into their own classes. I felt better too, because I was closer to my own class and would be more comfortable sharing with them. The classroom was locked, but I managed to squeeze in with my classmates watching in amusement. The discussion was great, with me sitting on the blue cushion as usual and us talking about the past year. There was much sharing, and I was also secretly happy that we were working on my discussion questions. Yes, very trivial again, but at least it gave me a sense of accomplishment.

25th November - Monday

I can't remember what I did. I think I was chatting with DW and Raining online, refusing to update or be updated because I felt too overworked and drained by the immense amount of work.

26th/27th November - Tuesday/Wednesday

The Leadership Training Camp was a very successful event. Although it was from 8.30/9 in the morning to around 5/6 in the evening during the two days, and although I yawned once or twice, I wasn't bored or aching to get home. It was better than the school's Entrepreneurial Talk because it was chock full of interactive games, and the speaker had a fetish for toys which were used as tools to demonstrate various leadership principles. I enjoyed the lessons and the exercises, but most of all I enjoyed the games. I was never much of a leader, not within a leadership organisation anyway, but I can do background work, give ideas and support the whole thing, or sometimes I can provide friendly reminders of deadlines and time frames. I laughed heartily quite a few times during the games, especially during the last big 1h 10 min project where we were supposed to come up with a poster, announcement and skit for a programme and decided to sabotage Junhao. Our offering was successful, bagging a lot of audience attention and inducing mass hysteria.

The food was good too, and the fellowship was pleasant. I made a few new friends among the non-councillors that participated and talked to the councillors as well. I was pleased with the way I decorated my assignment. Besides that, I did and discovered a few things about myself.

(a) I lead by two-way communication.

(b) Out of a list of 40 things the 5 most important things to me as being a leader (in my relationships with other leaders and students) are in this order, most important being the first one:
1. You must be an example even when it hurts. (Leaders to Students)
2. Practise the proper concept of leadership. It is not a victory or a power trip but rather a chance to serve those who put you in office. (Leaders to Students)
3. Do what you say you'll do. (Leaders to Leaders)
4. Be supportive of other members' responsibilities. (Leaders to Leaders)
5. Always be positive and supportive when you talk to other students about the plans and the hard work of the fellow leaders. (Leaders to Students)

(c) My goals are:
1. Finish holiday homework in 2 weeks (which ends this week)
2. Get ABBC for Block Test in 6 months
3. Get first class honours for English and Geography in 5 years

Autumn leaves blew along life's breeze 09:49 a.m.

Monday, December 2, 2002

(Written outside the school library, while Esther was on a bench irritated somewhat by the guitar ensemble and choir practising, because she wanted to study but was distracted, and yet did not want to go into the library.)

The heart beat in mixed confusion, sending aches of dull throbbing pain to the temples. The strains of the piano in chromatic progression...

The heart beat in mixed confusion, sending aches of dull throbbing pain to the temples. The guitars in the distance played, chanting in practised strums, beat after beat in synchronised melody. She thought she heard a piano in random occasion, key a chromatic melody or a chord, then the airy sounds of a choir. Why was expression so easy in musical articulation, in the strums and the strains, the singing of the songs? She felt voiceless, trapped in the silence of her world while the rest of the world drifted by in its cacophony of rhythm. Maybe she was trapped forever, in a world no one else could reach or even dream of reading. Gregorian chants everything was, too primitive for the complexities of the rhythms that would twine and knot in her heart, webbing it in white purity forever. She was untouchable, made high from lowliness and brought down from her high-mindedness. Either way, she was out of the picture. What was the poem of her life or could it ever be written? The fountain pen of bloodied pain had stained too much, pricking her this way and that. It gave her blood to live but drowned out all the oxygen that would otherwise enter that lacking organ. The dance was relentless, con moto, on and on and on. She was in a living death or a dying life and would dance on and on, spinning, gyrating in life's kaleidoscopic colours until exhaustion won and took her away from the dance floor. The disco light blinked in a sheen of silvery magic. It too was tired, its magic in a few drops of golden dust. It had seen this before and ceased to be surprised by it. The ball would drop soon and echo in the emptiness of the hall.

XXX

(Written in the council room after a little tearing, where Esther was lounging on the arm chair alone trying to comfort herself, scribbling on a piece of paper with a nice pen, and her geography textbook for backing.)

The dying voice was wont to bear
The news of an expected dear
But then the echo heralded air
And misery overtook tidings of cheer

Can cheer and laughter mix with scorn
In bitterness embrace the morning dawn
Or leave me sleeping in mournful glee
Prancing in chained liberty?

For who's to know what balance is
Can you give an analysis
Of happy sadness and sorrowed joy
Emotion spinning like a toy?

So stop and see my little one
Even in sadness victory is won
The Lord has now just paid your price
You do not need to suffer twice

What's human can be won by God
For man's only an enlightened fraud
You never can get happiness
Without the Lord and just your best

The comfort that the cushions bring
Or churches sing and bells that ring
Is but a fleeting ray of light
That touches and wings its way to flight

But God gives joy in weary times
Rest from all your sinful crimes
When darkness blackens your mournful cry
Rejoice for your Saviour is close by

Your angel's here, destroy your fear
Salvation is just inches near
So hope and set your eyes upon
The one who's won, the Son the Sun!

XXX

(Written just after the previous poem when Esther was still in a writing mood. Ended when Dewey came knocking on the door.)

Green grasses grew upon the field
That stripped bare was the soil that peeled
In naked emptiness verdant shone through
The stamped out fires lighted too

In Pandora's box the black things flew
But one was there, 'twas hope renew!
For misery and turmoil blew
But we could still start anew.

"My child begin again / You're free to start again" ~ The Beginning | Michael Card

I was in a veryvery pmsing BITCH mood today and I properly broke Dewey down. I realise I have been doing this when (a) It's the first week of the month because that's when I pms (b) Dewey changes his mind about meeting me.

Petty ain't it? (Plus I injured last night so my stomach wasn't feeling good today.) Nevertheless after a longlong time of solitude during which I bombarded the poor guy with 'literary' smses and harsh words he actually came back much to my astonishment. So God can work wonders. He took me out to lunch at LJS (thank God because I was hungry but prepared to starve the rest of the day) and said nice things about my writing, basically doing the two things with the highest possibility of cheering me up. After that, I fell asleep so soundly that I didn't hear my seniors talking loudly (Dewey said he heard them though and glared at them, to which I was quite uncomfortable because they -were- after all my seniors) and we went on to play a bit of piano. The council room has quite a few piano scores, although the songs are a little old, and I managed to get my music file. I was frustrated because I didn't have Michael Card with me but I managed to play a few songs by memory, much to my astonishment because (a) I can't play songs by memory, or it's really difficult (b) It's the first time playing Michael Card songs by memory, but then again I've been practising it faithfully every day (even though it's not by memory). I sang quite a bit and was proud of my singing because everything came out really nicely and Dewey said he could feel my diaphragm move too. Dinner was at Coronation Plaza - Tenderfresh (as Cosy Corner was closed) and the nice flour balls I like were sold on the first floor of Coronation so I ate them for dinner! Thank God my mother didn't scold me about not telling her I was eating dinner out until she called. In fact she's been giving me quite a lot of independence and being nice. :)

Dewey and I have been quite mad recently, singing in public. I don't mind. Oh and he gave me a little yellow TY duck which looks really cute. I think I might hang it on my bag. We wanted to name it Loser Duck originally but I think I will be nicer and call it Dewey.

Sometimes I wonder if I'm playing him around, and it makes me sad. After the GP thing i.e. 'you think you care so much for your friends but actually you are very selfish' I don't trust myself sometimes. Even if I do play him around it's purely unintentional. I don't think anyone will ever understand how I feel anyway but I am not that kind of person. :(

I've been dreaming. Recently I dreamed a very bad horror dream and I dreamed a lot when I was in HK too. This afternoon when I dreamed I dreamed of food, and there was this portion about my ex, a very bad dream indeed.

My eye is very red and swollen and filled with tears. I've got a bad case of the 'sore eyes'. Every time I blink I blink water so it's like I'm submerged in water. I've also been quite sick, especially after meals. I'm trying to eat, but I can only eat a little, and gas from coke stays within me for a long time, making me feel very uncomfortable.

Tom the cockroach has been kissing me on the hand and toe a few times to my disgust.

Autumn leaves blew along life's breeze 11:34 p.m.