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profile At twenty and one-point-six-three/four/two (can't remember) tall, I am a girl who loves many things, and detests a few. Not very fond of setting out a whole list of 'about me's, so... just read on. :) tag archives May 2004 June 2004 July 2004 August 2004 September 2004 October 2004 November 2004 December 2004 January 2005 February 2005 March 2005 April 2005 May 2005 June 2005 July 2005 August 2005 September 2005 October 2005 November 2005 December 2005 January 2006 February 2006 March 2006 April 2006 May 2006 June 2006 July 2006 August 2006 September 2006 October 2006 November 2006 December 2006 January 2007 February 2007 March 2007 April 2007 May 2007 June 2007 July 2007 August 2007 September 2007 October 2007 November 2007 December 2007 January 2008 February 2008 March 2008 April 2008 May 2008 June 2008 July 2008 August 2008 October 2008 November 2008 December 2008 January 2009 February 2009 March 2009 April 2009 May 2009 June 2009 July 2009 August 2009 October 2009 friends and credits skin by: Jane |
Thursday, January 15, 2009 @ 10:32 PM
the lost wallet It was white, rather dirty and full of holes. The silver plate shimmered in the sun - 'River Island blah blah' it said. I walked into the toilet with it in my hand, emerged out of it without. Ran back in, breathless and gripped with a sense of dread, searched every cubicle and the wallet was gone. A short-term desire has never been so strong. Please let someone return it back to me. :( * * * (emo period ends here) Two weeks into school, and things are picking up, albeit slowly. But surely. One month of lala land in December and I kind of forgot how 'busy' you can get in SMU - there's never an end to the activities you can take part in, and I find myself thinking about internships with companies A to Z, exchanges to places like Israel (the more I think about it, the more I long to do it but is it a pipe dream?), and in the shorter term, law play and my (short) lines, Paris and the cute french guy I will meet on Valentine's Day in the City of Lights... Okay, the last thought was a joke lah. And 21sts, too. The birthdays are streaming in, and though mine is far far away I'm happy to see friends reach 'adulthood'. I put inverted commas because adulthood seems a myth sometimes - my parents, for example, confuse me when they bicker over the smallest things, i.e. food in the fridge. I thought only my sister and I were entitled to do it, until they did it too. But I suppose the significance of being 21 is undeniable - legally, especially. So yeah, by all means celebrations are more than permissible. And I wish I could sit by the laptop and type the night away, but Finance beckons me and I should answer its call. *shudder* My language is getting corny. Haha. Xiaohui, out. (apparently American Idol's back btw) Saturday, January 03, 2009 @ 10:51 AM
my heart ... is a confusing organ sometimes. It accelerates at the exciting prospects coming my way - but there is also a cold, subtle feeling, somewhat like f-e-a-r. I fear failure. There, I finally said it. A battlefield exists in my mind's eye - A burdened me is trying to fight off the forces of darkness but to no avail, everything's weighing me down, everything's closing in and I can't see, can't breathe, can't fathom where He is - Then silence. I am sitting on the cold ceramic, playing the guitar and softly singing songs of worship. The battlefield inches out, and in comes an image of Mary, content with sitting at Jesus's feet and listening to Him - whilst her sister Martha rushes in and out, in and out in the background preparing for big things with His arrival, there are big burdens on her shoulders, she's busy, she has no time, she cannot understand why He doesn't seem to give her the attention - "Martha, Martha...you are worried and upset about many things, but only one thing is needed. Mary has chosen what is better, and it will not be taken away from her." - Luke 10 If my heart would only stay still to listen this 2009 - I know that the fear of failure wouldn't be necessary at all. |