May 5, 2005
The second day of the children’s camp begun with me waking up wondering what transpired the night before. Because honestly I couldn’t remember how on earth I fell asleep, and I have no recollection of me even telling her that I was off to sleep. It’s pretty scary, the last memory I had of the night before was me nodding off to sleep, and it just ended there. The moment she woke up I asked her whether I fell asleep while talking to her, but strangely enough she had no idea herself. That perplexed me greatly, and till today I have no idea how I fell asleep, and neither does she. It’s almost as if……….
The day began on a very excited note. I was eagerly looking forward to the programme for the day. It was interesting definitely. Agnus Dei pulled off really well, and i believe we captivated the audience, even if it just for that few minutes. How true that just that one moment can change a person’s life? I hope and pray that that few minutes made a solid impact on the children’s lives, and that one day they’ll come to realise the agape love that God poured out for us on the cross.
Hallelujah Hallelujah For the Lord God Almighty reigns
Holy Holy is the Lord God Almighty
Worthy is the Lamb
Worthy is the Lamb
Amen.
It was an extremely exhausting day come to think of it.
The activities for the day ended around 3. And by the time we finished playing the games and the handicraft, I know I was exhausted. Then Esther suddenly decided to blow balloons. I HATE BALLOONS. For some reason I just have a phobia of the “pop” sound they produce when burst. I don’t mind bursting them myself but I really really hate it when people blow then it bursts in their face and in my ear. I was highly grateful when Esther Tan returned my cd player, which I immediately blasted into my ear and covered myself in my towel. The few times that I heard the pop sound I almost jumped each time and I was beginning to get quite pissed off with the two balloon-blowers. Thankfully after awhile they stopped. It took me awhile to get back to normal though, but a bit of trashing on the guitar and I was back to my normal self again. That night we went back to Phrao. The stars on this night were exepctionally beautiful, and having her beside me made it even more picturesque. However I forgot to bring my glasses out with me, and apparently they saw 2 shooting stars throughout the whole journey to Phrao and back, and I missed both of them. I was really really sad. That night in Phrao I decided I needed some time alone. The introvert in me demanded some time out and I just spent the time walking around the town, even though I had walked the same place God knows how many times. On the way back she asked me a few times whether I was okay. I maintained that I was okay, but in fact I guess I needed the time to think and just be on my own They started singing songs on the pickup again. But this time I didn’t feel like singing along. Somehow there was a different song playing in my mind. I couldn’t pinpoint what, but no song I could think of seemed to fit.
By the time we got back to the village it was still pretty early. And we ended up scaring each other telling each other ghost stories and basically just freaking each other out. I must admit that with the freaky incident that transpired the last night, it was difficult even for me to go to the toilet. Isaac had to accompany me, and to make things worse the generator was down so there were no lights at all. So YES I WAS SCARED. We found out that night that the thing that kept making the weird “uh-oh” sounds was, in fact, a LIZARD. HA. Revelation! With that new knowledge in mind, at least everybody could sleep peacefully. Or so we thought. The lizard’s…er…..squeak…..crow…..bark….SOUND irritated everybody to no end. Pisut’s family got it the worst ‘cos they were nearest to the lizard, and they kept waking up whenever it went “uh oh”, keep going “tsk” at it, then going back to sleep (or TRY). It was a hilarious cycle. Haha. But that aside, I continued to talk to her. I even attempted to record down the lizard when it made its call. And the ONE TIME that i managed to catch it, it had to give a half-hearted, incomplete one!! It went “ah ah ah ah……….uh….” oh DARN. She burst into laughter when she heard it lah, and I was quite sad too. Oh well. We didn’t talk much that night. I was still pretty deep in thought when she leaned her head on my shoulder. I don’t know why but it had suddenly become our habit, but somehow it distracted me from my thoughts. A thought suddenly dawned on me, and she must have seen that because she kept asking me what I was thinking about. I was at a loss for words, because till this day I had no idea how she felt about me, and what if I’m not the person she has been liking all this while? It took an incredible amount of courage and thought before I finally told her how I felt. No one has leaned on my shoulder for such a long time. And……I’m glad that the head now on my shoulder is yours. I just had to ask her a question. The question I’ve been dying to ask ever since I read her blog entry that day. The question of who that person was that she has liked all this while. And when I asked her who that person was, she just looked me in the eye with those beautiful eyes of hers and asked me “what do you think?”. How stupid could I have been. I was the one. I was the “you” she had always missed and loved. I was the “you” that I had always wondered who it was. And this can’t be happening. My dream cannot have come true like this. I just don’t deserve it. But yet here you are staring at me with a look that I can only define as love. And I realised then that she was the one. I was on cloud nine, yet I was down to earth when I leaned over and kissed her forehead. You silly girl. You silly, lovable girl…..