Obsessive Tendencies

Made them pose for the last photo :) Was really fun having the camera around. Makes things so much different.

Saturday, long day. Today, fun day. Went church early even though I didn't need to go till service at 11. But nonetheless went early to meet up with Josh and Ted for breakfast. Haha! These 2 are currently my favourite boys from worship min because they can make good camera talk with me. I thank God for them because it's nice to have people who actually understand my language. Somewhat. Then after that met up with the sec 1 and 2 boys from the section. So cute!!!!!!! I'll really miss them come next year la!

Talking about my boys, I smile just thinking about them. Yes they aren't exactly the nicest erm, thing to handle in my life. But from where they were beginning of this year, to now where they are 11 months older, I'm awfully proud of them. I still can't conduct a serious discussion with them because their united mission is to "Annoy Sis Mad". But they're grown a lot. From the bunch of kids who just liked to play around, they are learning to talk to new people, take care of each other, and most importantly, pray. When I see them pray now, I'm happy for them. It will not stop here but I know this is just the beginning of the long journey of maturity that they will embark on. Keith getting commissioned today, was, well, a very good thing. I told him that when I was praying for him I made special effort to spit more saliva. But he's really grown. Really. I've come to love these boys so much. I feel very blessed to be blessed with having them as my youths. Even though I know the new leader over them will get super frustrated at their antics (What with the soursop fairies?) but they are, still, really really cute. I wonder what the new kids coming my way will be like.

But don't worry kaf! I love your boys too! They have a bigger ego though. I wonder who they got that from?

After church was shopping with the mum! Fun but painfully tiring. Of the large amount of bags that we were carrying, only one item was my purchase. Mum bought me a new pouch to carry around! More space for putting my things in during camp. Woosh! And she bought me a cake since she had a 20 dollar voucher. I like spending time with my mum. But I wish that it wasn't so tiring to shop though. But overall, considering I had a really good lunch, it cancels out the bad of the shopping. Wanted to buy running shoes which were on offer, but at 70 bucks, I'm still not willing to pay. Someday I'll just go get a brandless pair of shoes for 20 bucks that sort.

Somehow my attention was brought to the MBTI test. Well, I last took it in my 1st 3 months in jc. I was an ESPF. Those who know me well enough will know that it is obviously irrelevant. I guess, what changes a personality test result (that is somewhat accurate that is) is time. Through different experiences and circumstances, our personalities change to adapt. Those who don't simply go through a harder time. I know for myself that I've gone through things that have definitely shaped who I am today. Perhaps I just screwed up the last test. Who knows? Anyways I googled out the exact same site that I did the test at back then, and redid the test. I'm now an ISTJ. What does it mean? Don't know, don't really care either. Lets put the link here so that a few years down the road when I read my archives, I'll re-do the test.

Speaking of which. Tomorrow night, or rather, Tuesday, marks the closure of a chapter in my life. Albeit a pretty significant one. Probably the major factor in the 3/4 change in my MBTI profile. I gave myself the deadline of camp. Adam camp. After the deadline has passed, I shall not bother myself with anything pertaining to that which I have chosen to give up. Too bad whatever happens after that. I'm no longer looking back. Or rather, I can't afford to look back anymore. And well, this I can handle on my own. I don't need to get anything off my chest, don't need to explain anything. Because after so long, it just gets old. I'm getting up and I'm moving on and I'm not going to have ANYTHING to do with what I have decided to leave behind.

Though I actually predict that a short while into the future, I'll be struggling to get over some other issues in my life. I find life funny in a way that even though I may have had a relatively peaceful life, things just bug me. Probably my mind has to have something to focus on. If it's not a big thing, it delves into the deeper recesses of the dark unknown mass that is the brain and finds something else to agonize over. Perhaps I'm weird in that way. But the worries never do end do they? I just hope the next time I force myself to move on, it will not be so excruciatingly painful.

Well. End of story. May I not grow fat from the Carls Jnr that I'm going to eat with Grace tomorrow.