It's not a pleasant thought, John, 
but I have this terrible feeling from time to time 
that we might all just be human.

Even you?

No. Even you.

-- Sherlock, Season 4




The plot isn't doing very well still, but when I love my characters,
there never is a going back.

Yes, it's okay that we mess up in life. It's okay!
Because we're all human (yes, even you, Sherlock, and funnily Mycroft too),
and we're all always learning till the day we die.

THIS!

I was trying to recall this quote about friendship. A repost from 2012.


Friendship requires that rare mean betwixt likeness and unlikeness that piques each with the presence of power and of consent in the other party. Let me alone to the end of the world, rather than that my friend should overstep, by a word or a look, his real sympathy. I am equally balked by antagonism and by compliance. Let him not cease an instant to be himself. The only joy I have in his being mine, is that the not mine is mine. I hate, where I looked for a manly furtherance, or at least a manly resistance, to find a mush of concession. Better be a nettle in the side of your friend than his echo. The condition which high friendship demands is ability to do without it. That high office requires great and sublime parts. There must be very two, before there can be very one. Let it be an alliance of two large, formidable natures, mutually beheld, mutually feared, before yet they recognize the deep identity which, beneath these disparities, unites them.

- Ralph Waldo Emerson

All things considered, today was a great first work day of 2017.


*First pleasant surprise: an unexpected job promotion! although it should very well be expected, considering the number of years and the fact that my bond is up in a few days and they likely don't want me to run away. But you know, I've been so busy just surviving hospital life, and then planning this major change in March, that it never crossed my mind. And more money does always feel good no matter how immune you think you are.

*And then, I had so few patients! After the crazy deluge the last week of 2016 (back-to-back patients for almost 3-days-straight that virtually killed me), it was a nice breather.

*And then, because I was being in a no-mood-to-socialise-depressed-self, I told one of my friends that I was going to hole myself up in my room at lunchtime (it's nice how we all understand each others' space and needs and how people know S is a super-introvert and she needs downtime by herself, leave her alone); but after a moment, F returned and said, "Can I just sit here and lunch with you?" And we were going to happily lunch in relative quietness when another of our friends popped in her head and was like, "Heeeeeyyyyy, why are you two lunching here..... I want to join!" And the three of us had a nice cosy lunch instead of my planned depressed lonesome lunch, and I realised, and it was verbalised, that ohmygoodness, I am going to miss these people. Very very much. I think I might cry if they go through with the farewell thing which isn't supposed to be a farewell actualllyyyy...

This always seems to happen to me -- I say the place is crap, or there are so many greener pastures elsewhere -- but when it comes down to it, I realise I've grown so attached to a place, and I get nervous about leaving, and I think, Do I really want to leave? 

Goodness. In my past Roman life, I must have been a plebeian. So easily swayed.

*Then dinner was with E. And though we shockingly discovered, Hei Sushi in Bedok is no more (oh no, whatever shall we do for sushi fixes nowwwww; Pasir Ris is so not convenient...), dinner was still good. And we had our usual super long chat.

And I realise that, while E and I are different on the Feeling vs Thinking front (she's all logical, I'm all feely), I often underestimate her ability to comprehend my feelings or falsely think that she would call out on the ridiculousness of my feelings. Because at the end of the day, we perceive the world so similarly. She actually gets why I do the supposed crazy things I do; and it's so satisfying to have someone truly understand why you did something, although she will still headdesk at you HAHA. It's like how I maybe understand her need to conceptualise or understand everything on this earth, but I will want to headdesk at her.

And on nights like this, we bitch about SJs, albeit with an awareness of our inherent bias. SJs, and S people in general -- eeeesh: Some days, we wish we were more like you because you seem to live with less abstract pain.

Then this song accompanied my walk home... (:

Happy 2017!

I said I'd put a photo-montage to wrap up 2016 so I shall, although it's late,

cause my family was playing board games all night.

And this shall not be completely depressing.

Unfortunately, the photos I've compiled are more of the second half of this year, 

because the first half seems like eons ago now.

I can barely remember what happened except that I got to see Scotland again.

L and I at Roys et Vouz, Telok Ayer Street, 

to celebrate completion of SPOT training (:

A trip to Batam with old friends (and yes, it is with horror that I am realising 

my uni friends are considered old friends now), masquerading as a hen night thing for K.

It was a funny, cosy night that involved doing silly worksheets (I kid you not) about weddings/marriages -- just so we fulfilled the hen night portion of it haha. 

We played The Game of Life, and had heartfelt sharings about what marriage was.

 

Then the next day we met Royqah 

who is such a pleasant little girl!

This is even older friends,

finally meeting up again.

We meet so rarely, it's almost a given that presents are necessary.

TOTORO.

And behaving like we're kids still.

(I still insist that it is a sheep.)

More meet-ups with old friends -- and my gosh,

this was a hilarious night. We were literally a stone's throw from the mosque

and we ended up in a bar (somewhat; my dad would kill me if he knew) because the cafe was closed;

we would have adjourned except that my also-Muslimah friend was like, "It's okay one! This place is small and cafe-like and chill and we can order non-alcoholic stuff in the same way. Just tell them what you feel like having." So apparently one is supposed to order in the form of adjectives like, "I want something happy." or "Surprise me." and then you'd get your drink. So we were being so suaku and noisy and when we finally decided on our adjectives and called the waitress over to order pseudo-alcoholic drinks, the azan (i.e. the Islamic call to prayer) blared, and I was like, NO NOT NOW! 

Because ohmygod, although we technically were ordering halal drinks -- just, it felt sinful enough;

we laughed so hard because ohmygoodness what were we doing!

So we waited for the azan to finish and then ordered.

And honestly, all this was, was an extra limey yuzu soda thingum.

and very pretty.

A brand new fandom. I adore BTS now, 

and look at how fun and crazy this fandom is!

I can't believe I actually get these memes.

they're so nutso and fun and talented and entertaining.

this is my favourite -- so funny:

this is here because it reminds me of the most memorable Book Club read this year

i.e. The Element by Sir Ken Robinson

We talked a lot about passions, truths, and education;

which led to some drama but ohwells, 

I have been thinking that maybe drama is life, life is drama;

and that if you don't shake up your life enough,

it means you're not living passionately, maybe.

Visiting Datin S in Seremban! So memorable.

And when I was there, I really felt... 

not so much old, but mature, adult. Independent.

Maybe it's the taking a plane by myself, 

or staying with a friend's family by myself,

or being the only Muslim in a world of non-Muslims 

(which is a standard story of my life but--)

and being able to hold my own.

Knowing who I am, what I like, what I'm capable of.

And finding it easier and easier to meet new people

and get along fantastically with them anyway.

Maybe being fully-adult is having a solid core in your self

to rely on

 both my parents are now happily (I hope!) retired

and our hilarious family conversations continue...

(so there was a sudden increase in roaches when the new Tampines Hub 

near our place was finishing its construction work, 

and of course some started creeping into our flats too! the horror...)

Book club meetings with babies now

making discussions not-so-easy. 

M has taken to always leaving her baby with daddy

so we can discuss better.

I adore my friends' babies as I adore them.

and...

Every year, learning this.

It's getting very easy to jump on this bandwagon calling 2016 a terrible year.

As the end draws near, all the negatives have been flooding my mind, and flooding our news feeds. I know it's probably skewed and I do plan to put another not-so-depressing photo-montage post here for my annual wrap-up post for the year; but while I concede there are good things in the year -- like seeing Scotland again! -- I am not genki enough to be writing; I think I'll only have enough energy to put photos.

I can sense myself falling into incoherence.



Examples of increasingly sad things gracing the end of this year:

* this crazy saga about Shaykh Hamza being slandered as a racist. It is ridiculous and enraging. People will just say whatever and good luck to you in the afterlife, I say. When I'd heard that Mehdi Hassan was going to interview Shaykh Hamza at RIS I was so thrilled! and then agonized because uh, one has to like pay ++money to watch it live and even then I wouldn't be free at said timing anyway. But then, the next thing I knew, there were claims that he made racist remarks -- like what?! Subhanallah... This man has no racist bone in his body. People should learn to understand the bigger picture and the overall message conveyed rather than nitpick at isolated comments. Open-mindedness is key. And he apologised and everything! And admitted that it sounded insensitive. And still all the accusations are rife.

I just -- sometimes my heart feels like it's so compressed, it'll just flatline from all the ache.

* the end of Running Man next week. Another unbelievable, shocking saga that led to the abrupt decision to end the most successful Korean variety show ever. The crazy production team, thinking to inject some fresh change to the dynamic of the show, attempted to remove Ji Hyo and Jong Kook from the team, without consulting them or any of the main cast (STUPIDEST MOVE EVER) -- which led to a crazy explosion of fury among fans and cast members alike -- and then the main cast all decided to call it quits together. Which I have to say is awesome. I love them all. It was bad enough when Gary left barely two months ago! I actually cried at the end of his last episode. I think that was an omen of things to come.

Kwang Soo recently won a Top Excellence Award for Variety Show

 and his speech was especially heart-breaking knowing that Running Man, 

which catapulted him into international stardom, was ending.

* my sis had told me about this amazing Malaysian girl and her husband, who were the epitome of a true love story -- she was fighting cancer and they'd married anyway. And this wonderful lady had personally served as such an inspiration for my sister and her own difficulties -- and we'd learnt she passed away just yesterday, on her wedding anniversary, which also happened to be her husband's birthday. I literally cannot stop tearing when I think of her. She was such a beautiful person and I didn't even know her personally.

* and then I personally did something for myself that was seemingly a small move, but is now pushing me to the brink of tears every other moment. I am working hard to hold myself together.




Ya Allah, please please please make the end of next year much happier than this one. For all of us.

Today was a good day --

(i) I officially passed my SPOT fussy eater clinic! whooooooooooo! and essentially, this put the rest of my day into a good mood. And then I only had two kids in the PM -- so documentation was complete before 5PM and I could pray even before the day was done. After that, L and me went out for a cafe dinner we've been planning for weeks -- the pasta was good -- and we had cake to celebrate my passing SPOT and the fact that I will very soon be finishing my bond. Unbelievable that I've been a speechie for four years now.

Yay, Alhamdulillah. Alhamdulillah for small victories.

(ii) Nutella banana cake was awesome.

(iii) I came home to a wonderful but super belated birthday card that came via snail-mail from S in Australia (I have too many friends whose names start with S). Reminiscing on old times we had in common, and the fact that she still treasures our friendship, warms my heart.

I do believe that a true connection lasts forever, whether or not one keeps in touch.



Dear God, help me see the beauty in the everyday simple and seemingly mundane.

Datin S is back on the sunny island that she so misses
and she wanted to watch La La Land so we did,
and what a great movie choice we made.

This story spoke to my heart.

I felt like it was made for me.

When this song played,

I was streaming tears like a broken pipe.

This movie was beautiful. 

Really really really.

It's one of those things that are to be felt and experienced,

and cannot be fully explained.

Here's to the ones who dream

Foolish as they may seem

Here's to the hearts that ache

Here's to the mess we make

Something small but miraculous happened tonight.



I was sitting with M at our typical gathering, and at the end of it, I told her, just by way of conversation, that we'd bumped into her daughter W earlier that day while we were out shopping. To my surprise (although she so often becomes tearful it shouldn't be too surprising), this quite suddenly brought on a torrent of tears. Apparently, she'd been waiting to hear about her estranged daughter, and had been praying hard all week. It promptly became a crying fest between the two of us as she related though tears how she'd been desperate for any news of W, and that just my telling her that I'd seen W proved that Allah had heard her prayers. "Now I'm happy. Tonight I can sleep."


It's certainly wonderful and inexplicably amazing to have one's prayers answered.

I'm feeling though, that being part of the reason someone else's prayers are answered,
is equally wonderful all on its own. If only to witness how God listens.


Thank You. I've been feeling low and cast-aside -- but this; it feels like I'm forgiven.

I dropped by a mosque this evening to do my prayers,
before I went on for my Arabic class.

And I was hearing snippets of the sermon that was taking place.


My goodness, my ears started burning with anger.
Just -- the way he spoke about women!

I cannot recall word for word what was said obviously (because that is notoriously not how my memory works). But I do remember the general gist of it being good women defined as nice, domesticated, and taking care of their husbands, as if that was the entirety of a woman's existence. Thank you for alienating women like me.

It did not help that earlier that morning on the way to work, I was listening to clips of talks by a speaker I generally respected -- but then he spoke some about marriage, and started saying things like: Unfortunately, if women waited to complete their university degrees and then think about marriage, they can only hope to get second-rate offers from men (i.e. as second wives, or from men who were childless -- like what is that even). Apparently, he believed that it was one or the other -- you choose your degree or you choose marriage. It's very difficult to have both; if you choose degree then you would have missed the age of marriage. He did provide a caveat in that it was not impossible, but it was difficult.



Ya Rasulullah, these men, I don't care how much knowledge they supposedly have. They claim to follow you, but they know so little of how much you champion women. And truly, if I didn't have you, my heart would be in pieces. They forget that the first woman you married was 15 years your senior, and a business woman at that. They forget that of all the women you married, only one was a young virgin. They forget how much you love women.

And if they had any part of the heart you have,
they wouldn't have made one of their own Muslimah
feel so small and unworthy a woman.

Excuse me, this is a fangirling outtake (:


It's a great week to be a fan. I just realised this. Because seriously major things happened in my fandoms --

* apparently it is confirmed that there will be a Lymond television series. This news still intermittently makes me hyperventilate, ohmygoodness, hahaha. I really didn't think this would ever happen. Because while yes, Lymond has a loyal fan-base, we are extremely tiny, extremely, extremely tiny. I swear, there must be like less than 30 persons on tumblr just reblogging each other's stuffs. Sure, we have serious, much older readers who obviously don't do tumblr, but you know -- when there's no strong collective, there's no traction. So I just didn't think any production company would pick it up.

And do you know how obscure Lymond is? (Then again, Mammoth Screens that has signed a deal for Lymond has had a history of adapting good and not necessarily popular classics I think, hmmm.) Even if Lymond gains attention, I think only a fraction of the audience will ever get through the first book! It's so hard to read. I'm trying not to be elitist here, but I can generally tell if you'll be able to get through Lymond or not -- you have to be a serious reader. I have lent it to persons and they haven't been able to get through it and then they fail to understand the awesomeness of it.

The general sentiment of our tiny fandom is extreme excitement coupled with fear -- because how can any television adaptation give justice to this complex and rich story?

* BTS has been winning a pile of awards since the release of Wings in October, and then they won a big Asian Artist of the Year Award just a day or two ago -- and omgosh, I have been a fan only maybe for 6 months, but how much I love them is so unexpected. It's like -- my love for Big Bang and Arashi in the past is only to prepare me for loving BTS now. It's ridiculous. Watch them, I really think they're not done conquering the music scene yet. People are still comparing them to other kpop acts, but I shall venture to say that they are different and will slowly stand on their own, the way Big Bang did. The fervour they are eliciting on a worldwide scale is pretty much unseen before, with respect to a korean musical group.

I have this theory -- and it's why I keep quoting Big Bang and Arashi. Big Bang is super talented, G-Dragon as leader especially is seriously one of a kind (pun intended, haha!), so that guarantees somewhat, that Big Bang will always have that respected spot at the top of the music scene. But Big Bang, does not have the magic of Arashi. There's just something about Arashi: it's really not their music so much as a love and a kinship that they engender in fans that really starts to transcend. People love Arashi together; all five of them bantering and working and performing has kind of an inspirational quality. People love the friendship between them, and the genuine passion and sincerity that shines through, and that is something you cannot really manufacture. This ineffable quality really shouldn't be underestimated -- because it is the reason Arashi is loved so well in Japan (excuse the rest of the world because Japanese media does not market itself well -- and despite that Arashi did enjoy a lot of fan love globally). You have little kiddies who love Arashi as well as 80-year-old grandmas who adore them as well. And of course, everyone else in between. It is phenomenal.

Now, BTS, appears to me to have both of these elements. Maybe not yet grown to the level exemplified by Big Bang or Arashi, but they have it. And the prospect of this potent combination of talent and genuine kinship with fans really truly excites me. We have seriously talented boys in this group -- what with that brain of Rap Monster leading the pack with all that songwriting and composition, and Suga's crazy lyric and rapping skills (I mean, I know close to nothing about rap, but whatever he does is pretty much mesmerising), and J-Hope's unbelievable dancing, and Jung Kook's amazing voice (that almost had him win on another contest all by himself!) -- I won't list each one of them, but they're each very talented in their own unique way. Big Bang has this too -- you could take any one of them out and they could potentially be successful solo acts. It's amazing to put equally talented persons all in one group.

At the same time, ohmygosh, these boys are really boys, and they clearly love each other like brothers. There's a camaraderie, or beyond that really, a deep connection, between all of them that really shines through. People love it. Their production company, deliberately or not, showcases this to fans via their ingenious youtube channel called Bangtan Bombs, and it is gold. It is hitting jackpot. Fans start to really see that dynamic between the members and love them far beyond the music. I see it -- the gifs on tumblr, the adoration of the members in all their goofiness, the nicknaming of the boys as though they're your friends. It's amazing -- and I saw this with Arashi too. A common fan exclamation is, "They make me so happy!"

And that's why I love them so hard.

This song --

while on the bus ride home today,

I realised how beautiful it is.

my heart feels ache-y and hopeful all at once.

it's my song of the moment.

are we all lost stars,

trying to light up the dark...

This is lovely.

Loneliness is simply a price we have to pay

for holding on to a sincere, ambitious view

of what companionship must and could be.

This is from the famous School of Life. I remember coming across a whole corner of The School of Life merchandise at Harrods in London earlier this year, and gushing over everything. The sales attendant was amused.

I just might one day, take off, and go attend random classes around the world.

This is so good.

I really, really am so awed by his amazing attitude.

A lot of us live by societal expectations or by fear, and the rules they impose on us;

he says, think again, question it, is it real.

Anybody who feels crummy, or terrible, or when life sucks --

just watch this and get some inspiration.

This reminds me of another example we read from our book club text, The Element.

In October 1931, a 12-year-old John Wilson had a Bunsen burner accident during a practical lab session at school and was subsequently blinded for life. His parents were understandably distraught. His attitude to life however was nothing short of superb. He swiftly went on to learn Braille, went to an esteemed school for the blind, Worcester College, and excelled as student, rower, swimmer, actor, musician and orator. Then subsequently studied law at Oxford, worked at the National Institute for the Blind, formed the British Empire Society for the Blind (now called Sight Savers International), helped in organizing inoculation of children in Ghana against blindness-causing insect bites, led his organization in conducting millions of cataract operations, dispensed millions of doses of Vitamin A to prevent childhood blindness, and distributed braille study packs to afflicted people throughout Africa and Asia. And he had said, "It did not strike even then (at 12 years old) as a tragedy."



This is one of those moments, you ask yourself, What's your excuse?

Finally watched Oliver Stone's Snowden last night -- 

it was so gripping, despite my having known the story anyway. 

Also, knowing that this is a true story in relatively recent times -- 

makes it that much more exciting.

So cool, really.

!!!

I remember writing once -- and believe me, the epiphanies one can get with writing -- that courage is a muscle. It really is true, isn't it? And this story is another one; the first time you encounter something, it bugs you, but you're afraid because you can't be the only one thinking this or wanting to do this or what if you're wrong. All these just rush through your head, you know? But then as your principles are accosted again and again, and you do that little bit more and little bit more to be brave -- and then you realise, one day, you really are brave enough.

I love that there are such awesome people in the world. Alive today. You know, that they're not all dead and in books.

... the good life is a process, not a state of being. It is a direction, not a destination. The destination is that selected by the total organism, when there is psychological freedom to move in any direction.

(Carl) Roger's view was that the good life is not an outcome to be achieved, once and for all, but rather it is a process that we are constantly engaged with and are continually moving towards when we are the authors of our own lives. Rogers described the directions taken by people as they become more fully functioning. These include movement:

• Away from facades
• Away from oughts
• Away from meeting expectations
• Away from pleasing others
• Towards self-direction
• Towards openness to experience
• Towards acceptance of others
• Towards trusting oneself

In these ways we become free to move in a new direction that is most authentic to us.

-- Professor Stephen Joseph, Authentic: How to Be Yourself and Why It Matters

I am in Seremban.

Datin S is making thosai downstairs in the kitchen.

She tells me I should sleep cause it’s holiday, but I just watched Clinton’s concession speech and it made me non-stop cry. I didn’t think I would be so affected but it is a difficult time. The world is a difficult place; but you know what, maybe the world always has been. Sometimes, we just see it clearer, sometimes we forget. We always have a tendency to whitewash the past.

8 years ago fresh into adulthood, I remember E and I chatting away excitedly about Obama, so happy to move on from Bush. And today, this.

Okay, no, I came down and Datin S was just reading, her dad was in the kitchen -- we had appam! Hehe, with coconut milk -- and it was so good. Oh dear, I think I am going to crave this for breakfast back in SG. I feel like I am on an immersion program, Indian-Malaysian version.

So this was in Datin S's room --

(very in character)

We travel not to escape life,

but for life not to escape us.

:)

Will find a time to post again --

this is an entirely chill and laid-back holiday

and it's a ripe time for me to lay out my thoughts again proper.

Sometimes the best posts are made on a whim, on that flash of inspiration, rather than painstakingly thought over, and planned. I have something I've been meaning to post about, but that's for another day. This, this right now is on a whim while I fight sleepiness on a worknight after watching an episode of Scarlet Heart (i.e. the only Korean drama I'm following now; my current kdrama phase seems to be waning -- yes, probably a good thing).

I bumped into S = Shweta on Gchat -- which never happens because I don't even know Gchat is a platform I appear on -- but hey, how wonderful it is to bump into beautiful people I have loved. It makes me think of all the wonderful people I've known in my life and how I don't have the luxury of having all of them with me. My heart aches just a little now. For friends who used to be close but now aren't.

Datin S, you better not be another one of my friends I will lose because of the distance between us. We are only an hour away by plane, okay; it's no excuse.

Isn't it funny who ends up in our lives.





A random thing tonight -- my dad told me he met up with his Arabic teacher and they got to talking about Shaykh Hamza for some reason, and the teacher said, Oh, he's a good friend of mine who comes to visit me at Darul Arqam! And my dad was all like, If he comes again, tell him my daughter wants to meet him.

O.O What is my father doing. Anyway, huh, what do you mean Shaykh Hamza comes to Singapore every so often. Are you kidding me. And uh, I would probably be somewhat awestruck if I ever meet him --

but after that I'll compile a list of questions for him to answer, hehe. Too many times I've come across a situation and felt frustrated about the way people think about things, and then wondered what Shaykh Hamza would have said about it instead. I suppose this is what happens when you really value someone's opinion.


--

Some more randomness from today:

If Harry Potter was anime! hehe this was so funny to share with friends.

E: I thought that Dumbledore would be drawn as a cutesy old person. 

But he was a cutesy kindergartener HAHA.

This was such a nice vlog to watch because ohmygosh, older BTS fans, yesss. 

For a while I was going through a crisis wondering if I was the only overgrown woman loving this boyband -- but no. They are clearly marking themselves as legitimate musical artists that attract people of all ages. And that's the mark of great art, eh -- transcending language, people, ages, and genders (see: Harry Potter as classic example).

Overheard from an upset parent as I passed the hospital waiting area on the way to lunch:

I'm willing to pay more but the system is crazy!

And my poor frontline colleagues were steadily listening in submission. Ahah -- I feel you, my dear clients. Tell me about it. It seems that all my adult life thus far, I've been railing against systems. Systems are a pain -- we're all mired in it; they restrict movement, put rules at every juncture, place inexplicable barriers to our objectives. But I'm learning to understand and accept: zero systems means anarchy -- and we can't have that either, can we? I suppose... it's another one of those things in life we just have to constantly struggle with for that elusive, ideal middle ground.





I've fallen in love with a little boy A at work. Love at first sight is true; people who tell you otherwise simply never experienced it for themselves. The first time I saw him in his caged cot, he already struck me as different -- probably because most kids I have to see are never this responsive, this aware and cognizant, this bright. He watched me as I approached and when I brought down the side of his cot, he went cutely in surprise, "Eh, boleh buka?" From then on, he just sunk his hooks deeper in me. Yes, he isn't great with his language but it's really thanks to the terrible family history of his young life; otherwise though, he just strikes me as being incredibly socially and emotionally aware. And just really independent. Like at some level, he seems to know he's on his own; god knows where mummy and daddy are, and grandma kinda pops by only occasionally out of the blue... I've never seen her for myself. But he's happy enough. Not overtly clingy to any particular person, not crying or fussing; just happily hanging around the ward that has been his home for a while now.

Twice now, after a therapy session, I return "home" with him, and it's the only time he fusses and cries -- not wanting to be put back into his caged cot. Because which human being, much less a healthy four-year-old, would want to be caged up in a little bed. So then I concede that we would sit at the play area for a while as I complete documentation and he looks out the window at the birds and cars.

He reminds me of my favourite fictional kids. He reminds me of Alex from The Boy Who Could See Demons (which woohoo! is our next text for book club hehe). He reminds me of Khaireddin from Lymond. This boy has grown on me, and I half-fantasize adopting him. Heartbreakingly, he's leaving for a step-down hospital all too soon, to wait for foster care. I understand now -- this is why some of my colleagues end up visiting community hospitals in their free time.

because kids like these -- gems.

It takes courage to face up to ourselves, 
humility to accept what we learn about ourselves, 
and discipline to take action.

-- Stephen Joseph, Authentic: How to be yourself and why it matters

God, help me have all three of these (and especially the last, which I'm sorely lacking) 

so that I can keep growing to be a better person.