Was cycling home today from the volunteer training session after the rain. It was still drizzling lightly, and the sky was a darker hue of ocean blue. The street lamps that flickered on as I cycled along the path painted like pastel impressionist flowers against the canvas of the sky. It's starting to smell like Christmas again.

The year's gone (going?) by faster than I care to admit. Teachers' Day's coming up in a week's time (reminder to self: pay mrs goh a visit), and it almost seems like it was just last month that I was mugging for my A levels. Has anything changed since ?

Settled down into something I'm possibly going to do long term. FINALLY learnt to play the guitar (probably the best thing I did this year). Taking up volunteering. 'Taking up' because I'll need to finish this course all volunteers have to through before they are considered qualified to do counselling. Am in module 2 (of 4) now, but there's a pretty good chance that I might not make it to the end.

Their ways are not my ways and my ways are not theirs. While both paths have their valid views and methods, they do not necessarily converge. And especially as they go further along, they probably won't. I've walked too far down my path to learn to walk theirs, and I'd sooner leave their company than allow it to change me.

Belief is that which separates stubborness and strength of will. I believe, and if the whole world disagrees, let them be the ones who are unsound of mind, blind and deaf.

Updated the links to those whose blogs I actually read. Pofun, Gene, and Tey now grace the links section.