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Monday, October 23, 2006, 3:37 AM

Stress is getting into me again.
Ipw presentation on Wednesday.
Plus all those holiday work assingments.
And the giving out of report books on Thursday.

The old, depressed, irritable, moody me is back.
Unexpectedly, perhaps.

Never judge a book by it's cover.
Looks aren't everything.
It's about the soul hidden underneath us.
Undiscovered.

Jiang Lao Shi shared with us about some meaningful stories today.
One about how to overcome fear and to put up a brave front and face our problems bravely.
The other on sharing your happiness and unhappiness with the people around you, so that happiness can be multiplied, and sorrows would be halved.
Really set me into thinking.

Our actions have consequences.
No matter how hard we try to run away from our problems, we still have to face them one day.
Running away is not a solution.

Finished reading the Chinese storybook Jiang Lao Shi got us to buy.
The Qiang Jiu Ou Xiang.
It's really nice.
Although I didn't particularly like the fisrt one, about standing up for the idol or something.
That was pretty boring.
The others were nice.
Especially the second one, which reached out to me the most.
The one about the deep bond between the grandmother and the granddaughter.
How the grandmother had a fetish for three bags of sugra in her coffee
How they used to spend endless times sitting in the coffee bean place and had heart-to-heart talks.
How the grandmother lent a listening ear and gave her insightful opinions.
How the granddaughter grew up, and no longer had time for her grandmother because of her studies and etc.
How the grandmother passed away eventually..

I cried on both occasions when I read the story.
Don't know why.
Most people don't find it touching or heart-warming.
Maybe because I'm afraid.
The frightening thought still haunts me,
a dark lingering shadow constantly surrounding me,
causing me to break down or feel totally devoid of emotions.
Since young.
Words can't simply describe the emotions.

An exerpt from one of the stories, one about the strong friendship between two boys. left a strong impact on me.
In translation.
When one is in a really despondent and totally hopeless state, tears just can't flow out anymore.
How perfectly true.

Thinking of becoming an author or journalist someday.
As they say, a writer's journey is a lonely one.
Suited for me (:
Maybe I'll start to get titles from composition books or something and take a shot at it.
You can choose not to read them (:

Alone in my solitude, I don't need your care & concern.