Isa 50
Wednesday, March 29, 2006
I shall aim to be concise with my post because I have not much time to blog. I just want to share something that I learnt from Isaiah 50 today.
vs 10 Who among you fears the LORD and obeys the words of His servant? Let him who walks in the dark, who has no light, trust in the name of the LORD and rely on his God
vs 11 But now, all you who light fires and provide for yourselves with flaming torches, go, walk in the light of your fires and of the torches you have set ablaze. This is what you shall receive from my hand: You will lie down in torment
This rebuke is so sharp, so real. We're not to go around leading ourselves with our own lights. How can we, who know not the future, try to guide ourselves into it? The point is submission and surrender into God's plans. trust and rely in Him.
Sorry I'm not getting much of my stories through. What with my terrible time management, I have barely been able to squeeze in this time to type this. People, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE scroll down a little bit more and critique Search. Thank you!
vs 10 Who among you fears the LORD and obeys the words of His servant? Let him who walks in the dark, who has no light, trust in the name of the LORD and rely on his God
vs 11 But now, all you who light fires and provide for yourselves with flaming torches, go, walk in the light of your fires and of the torches you have set ablaze. This is what you shall receive from my hand: You will lie down in torment
This rebuke is so sharp, so real. We're not to go around leading ourselves with our own lights. How can we, who know not the future, try to guide ourselves into it? The point is submission and surrender into God's plans. trust and rely in Him.
Sorry I'm not getting much of my stories through. What with my terrible time management, I have barely been able to squeeze in this time to type this. People, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE scroll down a little bit more and critique Search. Thank you!
What on earth am I doing here?
Monday, March 27, 2006
Sorry for the sudden ending of my post yesterday. I was rushed of to bed by my dad who was shocked that I still blogged when it was midnight. I dun ever do that. But as promised, I shall tell the story of the candles from my own POV.
Four candles were placed in a storeroom. One night, there was a blackout and the house was left in complete darkness. The master came into the storeroom in search for a candle, saying proudly," This is the moment, my dear candles, for which you were made for. You have done a great job lighting up the storeroom; wait till I get you out where you really needed.."
He about to take one candle out when it exclaimed, "Master, don't take me out yet! I need more preparation!" The master couldn't believe his ears, "More preparation?"
"Yes, yes," the candle replied pleadingly. "I need to research more on the art of shining. I can't afford to make any mistakes when I'm out there shining for you. The glow of an untrained candle can be really distorted you know? I'm have just completed my research on how to counter wind resistance. I'm on my latest book "Displaying Your flame". Knowledge is terribly important.."
"All right then" said the Master, blowing out the candle. "I've got many other candles to use."
"No, we can't go out either!" The other candles.
"But lighting up the darkness is what you candles were made for! What do you mean you can't go?"
"I'm sorry Master but I'm terribly busy now. I am meditating on the importance of light. It's really enlightening. To master an art, one must spend time crafting it in his mind; then the true power of that art can be displayed," said the 2nd candle.
A third candle spoke up. "I'm waiting for the day when I can get my life in order. I'm currently not stable enough. I lose my temper easily and my emotions go up and down. I won't produce a steady flame."
The master looked at the last candle. "I'd sure like to help master," said the last, "But my gifting is in the field of singing, not lighting the darkness. I sing to encourage other candles to burn more brightly. All for one, one for all." At this, she began singing "This Little Light of mine". The candles joined in the chorus and soon, the whole storeroom was filled with singing.
the master took a step back and looked at the 4 healthy candles, all singing to each other about light but refusing to come out of the storeroom. One by one, he blew them out, but they kept singing till the end.
The original was from Max Lucado, a brilliant writer. Then the story was adapted into my training book. What on earth are you doing for God? What on earth am I doing for God? He has topped up more and abudantly. What do I do with what He gives me? I'm not a weak old lady with no hope for the future; God has even gone to the extent of showing me the vision. Then I sit around and preach and talk crap but don't do anything? Expectation.. you're so right man.. Enter a new day and what to I expect out of it?
Four candles were placed in a storeroom. One night, there was a blackout and the house was left in complete darkness. The master came into the storeroom in search for a candle, saying proudly," This is the moment, my dear candles, for which you were made for. You have done a great job lighting up the storeroom; wait till I get you out where you really needed.."
He about to take one candle out when it exclaimed, "Master, don't take me out yet! I need more preparation!" The master couldn't believe his ears, "More preparation?"
"Yes, yes," the candle replied pleadingly. "I need to research more on the art of shining. I can't afford to make any mistakes when I'm out there shining for you. The glow of an untrained candle can be really distorted you know? I'm have just completed my research on how to counter wind resistance. I'm on my latest book "Displaying Your flame". Knowledge is terribly important.."
"All right then" said the Master, blowing out the candle. "I've got many other candles to use."
"No, we can't go out either!" The other candles.
"But lighting up the darkness is what you candles were made for! What do you mean you can't go?"
"I'm sorry Master but I'm terribly busy now. I am meditating on the importance of light. It's really enlightening. To master an art, one must spend time crafting it in his mind; then the true power of that art can be displayed," said the 2nd candle.
A third candle spoke up. "I'm waiting for the day when I can get my life in order. I'm currently not stable enough. I lose my temper easily and my emotions go up and down. I won't produce a steady flame."
The master looked at the last candle. "I'd sure like to help master," said the last, "But my gifting is in the field of singing, not lighting the darkness. I sing to encourage other candles to burn more brightly. All for one, one for all." At this, she began singing "This Little Light of mine". The candles joined in the chorus and soon, the whole storeroom was filled with singing.
the master took a step back and looked at the 4 healthy candles, all singing to each other about light but refusing to come out of the storeroom. One by one, he blew them out, but they kept singing till the end.
The original was from Max Lucado, a brilliant writer. Then the story was adapted into my training book. What on earth are you doing for God? What on earth am I doing for God? He has topped up more and abudantly. What do I do with what He gives me? I'm not a weak old lady with no hope for the future; God has even gone to the extent of showing me the vision. Then I sit around and preach and talk crap but don't do anything? Expectation.. you're so right man.. Enter a new day and what to I expect out of it?
So good!
Sunday, March 26, 2006
I know it's late and all but I must say this. Otherwise, I can't sleep. God has really been so good to me.
Yesterday, I began the day rather tired, very weary.. just, losing my spiritual consciousness. Then, in the bus, when I got Royston's sms telling me to pray (thanks Royston!), I just began to open up to God. You know, that's something that I very often forget. Just letting God in! He has done His part; He ran up to me. I just have to open up everyday. And that was what I did in that bus. I entered the room where Lcell has already started with God behind me. (I sprinted 400m ok?) Coincidental to what God has recently been impressing upon me, Michelle led the Lcell in this song:
WON'T YOU LORD
TAKE A LOOK AT OUR HANDS
EVERYTHING WE HAVE
USE IT FOR YOUR PLAN
WON'T YOU LORD
TAKE A LOOK AT OUR HEARTS
MOULD IT, REFINE IT
AS YOU SET US APART
[CHORUS]
WE WANT TO RUN TO THE ALTAR
TO CATCH THE FIRE
AND STAND IN THE GAP
BETWEEN THE LIVING AND THE DEAD
GIVE US A HEART OF COMPASSION
FOR A WORLD WITHOUT VISION
WE WILL MAKE A DIFFERENCE
BRINGING HOPE UNTO OUR LAND
This song, in turn, coincides with wat God revealed to me through my adult leader's sharing. Being the light of the world. Chapt 4 of our training book "New Calling". Just another chapter you might think. But it really made me think... post the story up tomorrow.
Yesterday, I began the day rather tired, very weary.. just, losing my spiritual consciousness. Then, in the bus, when I got Royston's sms telling me to pray (thanks Royston!), I just began to open up to God. You know, that's something that I very often forget. Just letting God in! He has done His part; He ran up to me. I just have to open up everyday. And that was what I did in that bus. I entered the room where Lcell has already started with God behind me. (I sprinted 400m ok?) Coincidental to what God has recently been impressing upon me, Michelle led the Lcell in this song:
WON'T YOU LORD
TAKE A LOOK AT OUR HANDS
EVERYTHING WE HAVE
USE IT FOR YOUR PLAN
WON'T YOU LORD
TAKE A LOOK AT OUR HEARTS
MOULD IT, REFINE IT
AS YOU SET US APART
[CHORUS]
WE WANT TO RUN TO THE ALTAR
TO CATCH THE FIRE
AND STAND IN THE GAP
BETWEEN THE LIVING AND THE DEAD
GIVE US A HEART OF COMPASSION
FOR A WORLD WITHOUT VISION
WE WILL MAKE A DIFFERENCE
BRINGING HOPE UNTO OUR LAND
This song, in turn, coincides with wat God revealed to me through my adult leader's sharing. Being the light of the world. Chapt 4 of our training book "New Calling". Just another chapter you might think. But it really made me think... post the story up tomorrow.
Acidic: part 1
Friday, March 17, 2006
Acidic
Acidic~ Having the ability to dissociate in water to form H+ ions (I think)
[Shayne]
29th February 2004
I've got to see that counselor again. Such a shame that she did not join an acting company. I thought my mum was brilliant enough with acting, but this counselor is unbeatable. Seriously. Look at the way she plasters on that smile whenever she sees my mum and I. Just listen to that "Shayne, thanks for sharing" every time I leave the counseling room, even when I am damn sure that I said no more than ten words. There is also "Oh I understand" whenever I respond to her bombardment of questions such as "How's school?" and "How are things at your side?" with "sucks". Like she really cares. I recently figured that the trick to saving saliva is to wait for her long list of questions, then simply answer with one word: sucks. It satisfies her, someway.
Such a waste of time, these counseling sessions are. The only thing these sessions ever did for me was to get me excused from those "co-curricula activities" and "class bonding sessions" that some peeps make us go for. Yes, I am actually enrolled in a school; I am a man of surprises. The founder of the school must have felt rather hungry. Gave it the name of a German sausage. Who'd name a school "Kratzi High"?
Not that I care, nor do I even go to school everyday. I only go for chemistry lessons. It is actually the only useful thing that schools teach these days. Gone were the days when they would fiddle around with hammers and wood blocks. I mean, defence is a necessity and needs to be created. Its art needs to be learnt. Isn't creativity what schools are trying to promote? Chemistry involves just a few simple steps: get the chemicals home, mix them, find the most suitable mixtures for various purposes, and then use it. Very importantly, the correct mixture must be used for the correct purposes, so that its performance level can be stretched to the optimum. For example, you will not be using ammonium when you want to set a house on fire; instead, you will be trying to increase the carbon content or the oxygen flow of the fire. Understand how certain materials weaken under the stress of heat and voila, the house comes down.
Yes, it comes down in a beautiful crash. I will make such a crash resonate in this neighbourhood! How I gleam at this thought. The cops will come rushing in but alas, I shall be gone in the twinkle of an eye. I am invincible. Yes, my vision will turn into reality soon; I can smell it...
Oh, dread that stupid phone call. This counselor never fails to nag. We cannot even be an hour late. No, we cannot; she rings us up to get us there at 3.30p.m. when the appointment only started at 3p.m.. Such a waste of my time. Mum does not even care; why should I? But I do not like inspectors barging into my room like what happened the 3rd time I was late and we did not answer the phone. I'd better make a move now. How much counsel can one offer for someone who just took a couple of freedom breaks? These people are beyond my great understanding. Well, I was never really great with actors or actresses.
Meaning of acidic given just to confirm my choice of title. Makes me more sure of what I'm doing. Yes, this is my first piece that gets rather vulgar. Influenced by one of the characters in my book. Mild vulgarities compared to what I hear, sadly, from people around me. But I'm not gonna compromise my stand on vulgarities. This is my first time typing in diary style. Please help me.
Acidic~ Having the ability to dissociate in water to form H+ ions (I think)
[Shayne]
29th February 2004
I've got to see that counselor again. Such a shame that she did not join an acting company. I thought my mum was brilliant enough with acting, but this counselor is unbeatable. Seriously. Look at the way she plasters on that smile whenever she sees my mum and I. Just listen to that "Shayne, thanks for sharing" every time I leave the counseling room, even when I am damn sure that I said no more than ten words. There is also "Oh I understand" whenever I respond to her bombardment of questions such as "How's school?" and "How are things at your side?" with "sucks". Like she really cares. I recently figured that the trick to saving saliva is to wait for her long list of questions, then simply answer with one word: sucks. It satisfies her, someway.
Such a waste of time, these counseling sessions are. The only thing these sessions ever did for me was to get me excused from those "co-curricula activities" and "class bonding sessions" that some peeps make us go for. Yes, I am actually enrolled in a school; I am a man of surprises. The founder of the school must have felt rather hungry. Gave it the name of a German sausage. Who'd name a school "Kratzi High"?
Not that I care, nor do I even go to school everyday. I only go for chemistry lessons. It is actually the only useful thing that schools teach these days. Gone were the days when they would fiddle around with hammers and wood blocks. I mean, defence is a necessity and needs to be created. Its art needs to be learnt. Isn't creativity what schools are trying to promote? Chemistry involves just a few simple steps: get the chemicals home, mix them, find the most suitable mixtures for various purposes, and then use it. Very importantly, the correct mixture must be used for the correct purposes, so that its performance level can be stretched to the optimum. For example, you will not be using ammonium when you want to set a house on fire; instead, you will be trying to increase the carbon content or the oxygen flow of the fire. Understand how certain materials weaken under the stress of heat and voila, the house comes down.
Yes, it comes down in a beautiful crash. I will make such a crash resonate in this neighbourhood! How I gleam at this thought. The cops will come rushing in but alas, I shall be gone in the twinkle of an eye. I am invincible. Yes, my vision will turn into reality soon; I can smell it...
Oh, dread that stupid phone call. This counselor never fails to nag. We cannot even be an hour late. No, we cannot; she rings us up to get us there at 3.30p.m. when the appointment only started at 3p.m.. Such a waste of my time. Mum does not even care; why should I? But I do not like inspectors barging into my room like what happened the 3rd time I was late and we did not answer the phone. I'd better make a move now. How much counsel can one offer for someone who just took a couple of freedom breaks? These people are beyond my great understanding. Well, I was never really great with actors or actresses.
Meaning of acidic given just to confirm my choice of title. Makes me more sure of what I'm doing. Yes, this is my first piece that gets rather vulgar. Influenced by one of the characters in my book. Mild vulgarities compared to what I hear, sadly, from people around me. But I'm not gonna compromise my stand on vulgarities. This is my first time typing in diary style. Please help me.
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Hey! I don't expect many people to see this the minute I get this up. My blog's been rotting anyway... But I still write, almost always just for the sake of the english portfolio. Here's what I extracted from Search because of the word limit. It's the better bit anyway...
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Lost
As I squeezed my way out of the coffee shop, my eyes shifted from one face to another, frantically searching for my new young friend and her "enemy-in-disguise". Where were they? I thought I glimpsed them striding out of the coffee shop and lunged forward, only to bump into a large unshaved man with unkempt hair and an unbuttoned top. I reeled back, muttered "sorry", then dashed past him into the walkway outside the shop. Lost. The couple had vanished from my sight.
I ran from block to block within that neighbourhood, determined to find her. Gone. Both were lost. Drenched in sweat but still charged up with energy, I gritted my teeth in frustration and gave the ground one hard stamp before whirling in the direction of my church where I gave voluntary tuition to less fortunate kids.
Unfelt?
There I saw her again, sitting at the very same spot in the coffee shop, but her table filled with more beer bottles than I have ever seen since the first day I saw her a one month ago. "Hey there again! I still haven't gotten to know your name," I managed to coerce a smile even though I was planning a lecture of "good counsel" in my head. The young girl looked up at me before lowering her eyes without a hint of recognition. She then emptied a full cup of beer down her throat.
I reached out my hand in preparation to pull back her hand again, should she reach out for the bottle again. That should set the tone right. But she just simply sat back and stared at the empty mug. Something in her eyes just melted my planned words of rebuke. It was so... familiar, so... tangible.
Lost for words, I took out my notebook, once again, as a natural reaction. Out of habit, I read the last paragraph of where I left off. "I figured those grownups don't know anything. What can they understand? What nonsense about "I can understand" and "I'll try to help you". At least, that was what I thought about with all that counseling I'm sent for. My parents never cared; what more those teachers and counselors."
Whoa, I thought. Yea, that was what I thought when I was younger. Could that be how this young lady is now viewing the world? That thought pulled me back, away from thoughts of giving this lady a "little lecture".
Slightly Felt?
I ordered two cups of iced Milo from the drink stall. Placing one in front of her, I settled down behind my own. "Try it my dear friend," I coded her on. I was soon sipping quickly on my cup, but she did no more than stare at the brown chocolaty drink.
"Well I've got a story to finish," I said, pulling out my notebook again. As I wrote, I tried to start up a conversation with her. I asked her about school, family, hobbies, pastimes, sports, fashion etc everything I could think of. I shared with her some of the things that I do, all the teaching, tutoring, counseling, and jogging. Sometimes I get so involved with my "topic of discussion" that I put down my pen and look, eyes shining with enthusiasm, straight at the gloomy face, no matter how dull the eyes I have to look into are.
However, the only response I get from her is the occasional raising of eyebrows, maybe as a result of wonder, question or maybe even challenge of how long I can continue. Regardless, I continued multitasking in this manner until I drank up the last of my Milo, while she on the other hand, had ordered a lot more beer bottles. I glanced at her cup of Milo. It was still full, untouched. Noticing my empty cup, she took her beer bottle and topped it up with the golden frothy liquid.
"Beer? No thanks. I am aware that moderate amounts of beer will assist in the workings of your mind but no thanks. It tastes horrible," I rose and poured the beer into a tiny nearby sink that I often see drunkards spitting into. The girl, as if rather aggravated, sprang up from her seat and glared face-to-face at me. "That's good beer you're wasting!" Hey, I thought to myself, her voice is not too bad. "I've paid up for you. I've bought you some Milo to make up for lose of beer, haven't I?" I retaliated, with a slight grin, quite unaware of whatever I was doing. "Now, do take a seat and drink up that good Milo."
Out of spite, she grabbed the cup of Milo and poured it down the same sink. Plopping herself back onto her seat, she poured herself another cup of beer. "Can't you see, my dear friend, that excessive consumption of alcohol is bad for you. It gets you on high for a minute then low on another. You end up doing things that you might not fully understand the true nature of." My knowledge kicked into action. With a similar reaction force, the teenage side of my brain gave me another kick. No lectures for teenagers. "I'm so sorry, but it'd be really horrible if your course of life fluctuates with your mood." "Who cares?" An almost defeated voice replied. "I do," I replied firmly. I meant it; can she feel it?
She slumped back in her chair, eyes staring down at her lap. I believe the emotions are locked within that chamber in her eyes, but I could not look into them.
Realization
Recalling our first meeting and her curiosity in my work, I picked up my notebook. "Hey do you want to read this? I've continued a lot from the last time you looked at it." Placing it on her lap, she flipped through the pages. Suddenly, she looked up. "Why are you writing about your fantasies of how my life is like? Why are you trying to place me in such a horrible life story? You got part of your story from my meeting with Wen Zheng did you? Stop imagining things will you?" She fired at me.
"So Wen Zheng is his name," I said thoughtfully. I smiled into those indignant eyes, "My dear friend, I'm not writing about you; I'm writing about me." I held that gaze for a few seconds while realization hit upon her. Turning her head away, she stared back at the notebook.
Glancing at my watch, I reached out for my notebook, saying, "I'm so sorry but I have to go. I'll try to finish my story as soon as possible. But I think you know much of the end of the story already don't you?"
Slinging my bag over my shoulders again, I headed off for home, where I had invited friends over for dinner. I will be back, my dear friend. Stopping in my tracks, I realised that I have not gotten to know her name. I whirled around, only to see her poised thoughtfully over the table of beer bottles, beer mugs and Milo cups. Not wanting to disturb her solitude of thoughts, I went on my way rather satisfied.
Is it ok to go without much of a climax? Ms tan will actually come after me for that... Well. I've got another story to post. I shan't post my expository though. DOubt many people will appreciate it.
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Lost
As I squeezed my way out of the coffee shop, my eyes shifted from one face to another, frantically searching for my new young friend and her "enemy-in-disguise". Where were they? I thought I glimpsed them striding out of the coffee shop and lunged forward, only to bump into a large unshaved man with unkempt hair and an unbuttoned top. I reeled back, muttered "sorry", then dashed past him into the walkway outside the shop. Lost. The couple had vanished from my sight.
I ran from block to block within that neighbourhood, determined to find her. Gone. Both were lost. Drenched in sweat but still charged up with energy, I gritted my teeth in frustration and gave the ground one hard stamp before whirling in the direction of my church where I gave voluntary tuition to less fortunate kids.
Unfelt?
There I saw her again, sitting at the very same spot in the coffee shop, but her table filled with more beer bottles than I have ever seen since the first day I saw her a one month ago. "Hey there again! I still haven't gotten to know your name," I managed to coerce a smile even though I was planning a lecture of "good counsel" in my head. The young girl looked up at me before lowering her eyes without a hint of recognition. She then emptied a full cup of beer down her throat.
I reached out my hand in preparation to pull back her hand again, should she reach out for the bottle again. That should set the tone right. But she just simply sat back and stared at the empty mug. Something in her eyes just melted my planned words of rebuke. It was so... familiar, so... tangible.
Lost for words, I took out my notebook, once again, as a natural reaction. Out of habit, I read the last paragraph of where I left off. "I figured those grownups don't know anything. What can they understand? What nonsense about "I can understand" and "I'll try to help you". At least, that was what I thought about with all that counseling I'm sent for. My parents never cared; what more those teachers and counselors."
Whoa, I thought. Yea, that was what I thought when I was younger. Could that be how this young lady is now viewing the world? That thought pulled me back, away from thoughts of giving this lady a "little lecture".
Slightly Felt?
I ordered two cups of iced Milo from the drink stall. Placing one in front of her, I settled down behind my own. "Try it my dear friend," I coded her on. I was soon sipping quickly on my cup, but she did no more than stare at the brown chocolaty drink.
"Well I've got a story to finish," I said, pulling out my notebook again. As I wrote, I tried to start up a conversation with her. I asked her about school, family, hobbies, pastimes, sports, fashion etc everything I could think of. I shared with her some of the things that I do, all the teaching, tutoring, counseling, and jogging. Sometimes I get so involved with my "topic of discussion" that I put down my pen and look, eyes shining with enthusiasm, straight at the gloomy face, no matter how dull the eyes I have to look into are.
However, the only response I get from her is the occasional raising of eyebrows, maybe as a result of wonder, question or maybe even challenge of how long I can continue. Regardless, I continued multitasking in this manner until I drank up the last of my Milo, while she on the other hand, had ordered a lot more beer bottles. I glanced at her cup of Milo. It was still full, untouched. Noticing my empty cup, she took her beer bottle and topped it up with the golden frothy liquid.
"Beer? No thanks. I am aware that moderate amounts of beer will assist in the workings of your mind but no thanks. It tastes horrible," I rose and poured the beer into a tiny nearby sink that I often see drunkards spitting into. The girl, as if rather aggravated, sprang up from her seat and glared face-to-face at me. "That's good beer you're wasting!" Hey, I thought to myself, her voice is not too bad. "I've paid up for you. I've bought you some Milo to make up for lose of beer, haven't I?" I retaliated, with a slight grin, quite unaware of whatever I was doing. "Now, do take a seat and drink up that good Milo."
Out of spite, she grabbed the cup of Milo and poured it down the same sink. Plopping herself back onto her seat, she poured herself another cup of beer. "Can't you see, my dear friend, that excessive consumption of alcohol is bad for you. It gets you on high for a minute then low on another. You end up doing things that you might not fully understand the true nature of." My knowledge kicked into action. With a similar reaction force, the teenage side of my brain gave me another kick. No lectures for teenagers. "I'm so sorry, but it'd be really horrible if your course of life fluctuates with your mood." "Who cares?" An almost defeated voice replied. "I do," I replied firmly. I meant it; can she feel it?
She slumped back in her chair, eyes staring down at her lap. I believe the emotions are locked within that chamber in her eyes, but I could not look into them.
Realization
Recalling our first meeting and her curiosity in my work, I picked up my notebook. "Hey do you want to read this? I've continued a lot from the last time you looked at it." Placing it on her lap, she flipped through the pages. Suddenly, she looked up. "Why are you writing about your fantasies of how my life is like? Why are you trying to place me in such a horrible life story? You got part of your story from my meeting with Wen Zheng did you? Stop imagining things will you?" She fired at me.
"So Wen Zheng is his name," I said thoughtfully. I smiled into those indignant eyes, "My dear friend, I'm not writing about you; I'm writing about me." I held that gaze for a few seconds while realization hit upon her. Turning her head away, she stared back at the notebook.
Glancing at my watch, I reached out for my notebook, saying, "I'm so sorry but I have to go. I'll try to finish my story as soon as possible. But I think you know much of the end of the story already don't you?"
Slinging my bag over my shoulders again, I headed off for home, where I had invited friends over for dinner. I will be back, my dear friend. Stopping in my tracks, I realised that I have not gotten to know her name. I whirled around, only to see her poised thoughtfully over the table of beer bottles, beer mugs and Milo cups. Not wanting to disturb her solitude of thoughts, I went on my way rather satisfied.
Is it ok to go without much of a climax? Ms tan will actually come after me for that... Well. I've got another story to post. I shan't post my expository though. DOubt many people will appreciate it.