And on the stone written:

GuardiAngel

17 March 2003 - 18 October 2009

Dress

What is a dress?

A dress is just a dress?

No.

A dress seems to be the ultimate symbol of a woman.

It's also the most obvious gender stereotype of all.

The most simplistic figure of a woman is in a dress. (See toilet signs)

But a dress is just fabric.

The idea that a dress is for women is just a social construct.

It's merely an idea.

It's just another enforcement of gender stereotypes.

It makes us think that men and women are of different value.

It is the foundation for discrimination.

And it's things like this that make it impossible for gender equality.

I've been studying sociology quite hard.

I realise i've been feminist all my life.

And i really truly believe women and men should be seen as equal.

So down with gender stereotypes of a woman staying at home and a man going out to work. It doesn't always have to be this way so let's stop enforcing it. Down with all gender stereotypes for that matter! It must start with me.

I went through my sister's wardrobe, nearly suffocated trying on my mom's tight evening gown, and thus borrowed a yellow dress from Kimberly that i'll wear in school on Wednesday.

Because in a truly egalitarian society, when genders are no longer stereotyped and discriminated, men will wear dresses.

This is a True Account

Today tens of people came to my church.

But they did not know what happened last night.

Tomorrow hundreds of people will go to my church.

But they will not know the price paid for them to be able to.

They do not know of the fire that threatened to burn the church down.

They will not know of the 7 who desperately fought the fire on Friday night.

It will seem like a normal Sunday, like nothing has or will ever happen.

We will take things for granted. It all seems so routine.

How great are the battles fought in secret for the survival of the church.

How huge the sacrifices heroes have made to keep the church intact.

We don't know it, we take it for granted.

Some of us in church might even wonder if God exist.

But just because we didn't know it, doesn't mean it didn't happen.

We came this close to losing our church building this weekend.

Angst

I am not emo.

I have never been emo.

I look emo, i let myself look emo, but it's just a cover.

I am angsty. I am frustrated. I am tired.

I just want to go home okay?

Tomorrow after church and work, i'm going somewhere i can really be alone.

I'm a loose cannon, and i don't want to talk to any of you when i'm angsty.

I don't want to say something i'll regret.

So i'm going into the dark.

Don't follow me.

Streams of consciousness don't have fullstops

I got 9.5 out of 10 for my statistics assignment. I was sad.

I got 40/100 for my theatre assignment. I was overjoyed.

Walked past a crying caucasian girl in school like everyone else.

Then i stopped. And went back.

There's this show. Boy grows up with foster parents not knowing his destiny. One day he meets an old man who presents to him an awesome weapon to seek his destiny but he hesitates. He returns home to find his parents killed. He takes on the path he was born for. Tell me, why does Richard Cypher from Legend of the Seeker sound like Luke Skywalker?

Mom will be in church tomorrow. I'm selling advertising space on her arm cast at 10 dollars per square inch. But 3 get one free. Limited offers, contact early.

Crash and Burn

I suddenly feel rebellious.

I feel like questioning authority.

I feel angst and angry.

Never really felt like this before...

You know what that means?!

Yeah!

I've finally hit the stage of growth known as adolescence!

Better late than never i guess. Anyway, i came home last night past midnight, and i didn't even tell my mommy what time i was getting home! Ha take that authority figure! I'm doing whatever i want from now!

But that was yesterday. Today, after pulling that stunt last night, i got an sms from dad that mom fell and he's taking her to the A&E. Ok now i feel guilty.

So coming home,

i washed the water bottles,

ironed the clothes,

flipped the socks that had just been washed

and helped my mom around.

And thus transited from adolescence to maturity in one day. Yay?

Don't worry about mom by the way. She's quite okay.

If anyone should worry about her it'll be my sister.

Family and Friends

The day started with 2 very strange individuals sharing an umbrella in the rain downstairs. A guy and a girl, a pair of siblings, of the infamous clan of the Huis. This would be a day riddled with nonsensical nonsense and quotable quotes from the 2 and their parents.

Justin: My arm is getting wet. Maybe I should not leave it outside the umbrella.

A little later...

Marianne: I'm getting wet.

Justin: Then take out your umbrella.

-Intermission-

I woke up on wednesday feeling something moving on my right foot.

It was not human.

I realised Jon Ma had released his hamster from it's cage,

and it was now crawling up my leg towards my shorts...

-Intermission Over-

Doulos, the oldest sea-going passenger liner with the largest floating book-fair, was nice. We saw books of every kind to suit every need.

There was stuff Marianne liked...

There was stuff JueYing liked...

There was even stuff mom liked!

Yes.

Daddy found a book that stated the obvious.

The book he really needed was actually this one...

That would have saved them much agony. But it was too little too late. Everything was too little too late...

Oh Doulos where were you when we needed all these books!

-Intermission-

On Friday night I put my basic Nerf dart blaster in Valerie's hands and in her first shot she took a bottle off the church pews to my surprise (and to the horror of her husband Pastor Josh). Her next shot landed squarely on target, her husband, and from then on it was all downhill. All those years of pent up frustration came flying out of the toy gun in the form of 6 lethal foam darts.

She asked me how much i bought the blaster for. I fear for Pastor Josh. Now that i have empowered women, i wonder if i did the right thing. But oh what's 6 foam darts from my tiny launcher compared to all the oppression that women have had from men over history anyway.

Went to toys'r'us today. Horror of Horrors.

Mankind, oh what have i done!

-Intermission Over-

Saw this little girl at the gangway of the ship. She was sizing me up man!

So adorable! That's her momma by the way. On a christian ship like the Doulos with people from all over the world with a common heart for Jesus, you really don't see racial lines. And that... is cool.

Shopping at vivo was tiring.

We waited for an hour at the Singtel shop as mom chose her phone. Dad said she should stop asking questions and just buy. We said it's her birthday let her ask all she wants.

Dad: But... she's losing friends.