let lemons be angry

The face they love. I gave my testimony to hundreds of strangers. The supposed turning point of my life in ten sentences, nothing but truth, all spilled for His glory. A turning point i wasn't so aware of until i had to sit down and write about it. It was my life's secret, kept at all costs from parents, friends, anyone who might guess--except jo, who stumbled across it in my notebook. One of those crumbling skeletons i knew would make people look at me differently. And in hongkong, this secret of mine was told to hundreds at one shot. It was so hard thinking of the listening ears, the watching eyes, but i did it anyway. Because i realised my life wasn't my own anyway, but all for His glory, and "I will tell of all Your deeds". I never had one of those truly dramatic angsty teenage lives. In fact, mine is a slender slip of nothing in terms of drama. But it's real, and the change was real.

We missed the true winter of hongkong. In fact we came right between two cold periods, so coat scarf and gloves weren't necessary. That was the only sad thing about the trip. I got to know my cousin better, painted her nails pink while she was asleep, and am happily deluded and believing that she loves me. And there's amelia, who's my co-celebrity. She's another deluded one who thinks all the Christmas carolling and making friends with students gives her quite the celebrity lifestyle. We even made our team-mates take photos of us as we walked past. Hongkong shopping is the usual adventure for darting eyes. There're things to look at everywhere, and nothing should be missed. But it would have been just any other trip if not for the meeting of the primary and high school students. I'd seen them on previous trips with more than a little tinge of curiosity. Wondering if i'd be able to fit into their life if i had stayed in hongkong. A whole culture of blazers and black shoes and cantopopstars and k-box. I know bong must be thinking she can surely fit in. I've never met a more vivacious bunch. So adoring in their gazes, so loud in their cheers, so cheery in their responses. And another thing: primary school children smell the same across the globe. It's the child's sweat mixed with pencil rubbings smell. And i put my newfound freedom, the result of Metamorphosis, to good use, methinks.

Christmas party on monday!