let lemons be angry

i don't know where to begin
i don't know how to get out there
to see you

First turkey of the season! My dad's office folks came over and there were candles everywhere and potpourri and fooood. Prelude, 1d sisterhood. Just a prelude to our little christmas eve affair. *beams* I'm thinking of a theme for the night, along the lines of disney princesses and good old christmas magic.

I'm starting afresh. I thought i had started afresh a long time ago, but i was just pretending to. My diary's running out of pages, the lovely striped one that jacinta got me last year, and by next year i'll need a new one. It's just about right too. I read the first page of it. The first line: "Headline #1: I have decided to go to sss camp." No one quite knows how big a turning point that was for me last year. That month of stepping out alone and learning that i'll never be lonely if i'm walking with God, that month of a different sort of joy, that month of making new friends. And faith cards. That was the month i learnt all about faith cards. There was this game in the camp where each of us were given a few yellow "faith" cards and one red identity card. To complete tasks, we had to exchange yellow cards for things required in the tasks, as many cards as we were willing to let go. Or we could make the task a lot easier by surrendering the red card. But then there was a catch. For every yellow faith card we surrendered, we got back twice as many. But the red card was lost to us forever. The red card, of course, symbolized our Christian faith. I was so pleased with the concept that after the camp, i translated every trial in my life into terms of yellow faith cards. There were definitely times in this year when i had to give up every single faith card. And times when giving up my red card was a temptation that ate into me. But now i have more faith cards than ever. It's funny that i'm ending the diary with another camp. I couldn't have planned it better.