remember(interests) Michael Card
Charlotte Church
Lurlene McDaniel
Tim LaHaye
Jerry B. Jenkins
A Walk To Remember
Hello Kitty
Love Hina
thy(desires) Finish holiday homework (2 weeks)
Get ABBC for Block Test (6 months)
Get 1st class honours for English and Geography (5 years)
Get married Michael Card sheet music
Michael Card cds
Read Harry Potter 2-4
Read LOTR
Advanced Piano Pieces by Dan Coates ($43.90)
Silver dolphin earrings
Love Hina (English Edition) 1-3, 7, 8
Read Love Hina (English Edition) 6-8
A new cd player
creator(works) Talk to Mr. Kon about Student Pass
Rewrite Lit essay
Arrange new appointment with Ms. Lim
Lit essay
Get Maths remedial notes
Permutations and Combinations Tutorial Lit essay outlines
Econs NIA Tutorial
Econs Homework
GP homework
Change Minutes File and get signatures!
Welfare Service (to cover Yexiang's)
Distribute photo order forms
Give the PJs their receipts
Settle PubCo treasury
PubCo Mid-Term Evaluation (31/12) (2/1) (3/1)
of(present) 27th December 2002 Time: 7.29a.m.
Music: Starkindler | Michael Card
Surfing: Autumn Song Book: Love Hina (English Edition) 4 | Ken Akamatsu
Movie: The Lord Of The Rings - The Two Towers (2nd time watching!)
Food: Home-cooked dinner (Rice and dishes)
Drink: Water
Thinking: I love DW
Mood: Thank God: For love and happiness
Please pray: For clarity of mind, knowledge and perseverence for DW in his Maths competition today
Catchphrase: :) -grin-
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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.
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.
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.
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.
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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.
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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.