I had a pretty busy day today. By busy I mean a day full of classes, ending with a whopping maths test. And to top it all off, my hands were shaking throughout the friggin test. Well, nerves did play a part in it since I suddenly forgot simply things, but then the majority of the shakiness came from inadequate food. Haha, but then again, that would be my fault too. I do hope I did okay in it.
Anyway, I’ve been telling people that I want a puppy. Well it’s true. This blogger yearns for a silly, clumsy, goofy ball of fluff to pamper, spoil and cuddle. I miss having a puppy at home. Not that I don’t have any affection for my rojak-ed Alsation at home, (to soothe his ego we always refer to him as a German Shepard but in truth I doubt he is one, he has a really feminine face) But nonetheless, the clown looks ferocious on the outside but he really is a goon to the family. And a bribe-able sport too.
On to another topic. These days my arms are so tanned that if you compare them to erm…other parts of me, I look as if I’ve had an arm transplant and someone else’s arms had been sewn to my sockets. Yikes! For the life of me I have not an iota of an idea how I got so tanned. It’s not as if I’ve been spending my days soaking up the sun in the Bahamas or some other Caribbean dream island. Truth is I’ve been hiding under the umbrella as if my very life depends on the shade. Haha
Alright, my inane-o-meter says I’ve reached the maximum mark so I’m gonna log off now. Tata!
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
Sunday, April 08, 2007
Baptism
It's Easter today ! Normally easter brings to mind images of fluffy bunnies, and colourful easter eggs. To those who don't really know the meaning of Easter, it's just a holiday. But to Christians, Easter is a day which brings hope and salvation. More than 2000 years ago, Jesus was crucified on the cross for us. It was His blood that washed away our sins and given a chance at eternal life.
This Easter, I was finally baptised. It's a joyful event, one that brought me peace of mind. Baptism means to be born again. A new person. The death of the old soul and the birth of a new, cleansed one. It's a symbolic meaning of having lived with Christ, died with Christ, buried with Christ and then to arise again.
Anyway, this is just a short blog entry to shout out to the world about my baptism. Finally.
And with that,
Adieu !
This Easter, I was finally baptised. It's a joyful event, one that brought me peace of mind. Baptism means to be born again. A new person. The death of the old soul and the birth of a new, cleansed one. It's a symbolic meaning of having lived with Christ, died with Christ, buried with Christ and then to arise again.
Anyway, this is just a short blog entry to shout out to the world about my baptism. Finally.
And with that,
Adieu !
Saturday, April 07, 2007
Insomnia laden revelation
It’s way past my bedtime right now but I’ve just had an awesome time with Josh and right now a plethora of things are running through my mind. It was an enlightening heart to heart talk between two siblings over cheese, crackers, choc chip cookies and tepid tea. A late night snack couldn’t have been any better. We chatted over a vast variety of subjects. Things I never thought my baby brother would know about. From religion to insecurity complexes to gals and guys.
I realized I miss those late night chats we used to have. I miss sharing a secret joke with him. Just the both of us. I miss watching inane cartoons, lying on our tummies on the bed, coming back from school and doing homework together and then catching an afternoon nap before rushing off to tuition. From tranquil lazy mornings to senseless squabbles over who gets to hog the mirror, who spends more time in the toilet and who has to finish the last piece of chicken, I miss that sibling-blood-bonding thing we so flagrantly took for granted.
My brother would make an absolutely superb boyfriend/partner/husband. I’ve always known that but it was even more obvious tonight when he opened up to me. A great listener, a rational mind, a sweet heart. For someone his age, he exhibits a maturity that would make any sister proud. I might be viewed as a little biased saying this but he has an inexplicable way about him, an innate charm which just draws people to him. It’s an honour being your sis. And lil bro, don’t fret, if any girl is daft enough not to realize the hidden gem you are, then they’re not worth your time. To quote yourself, there are many other fishes in the ocean.
P/s: This goes to someone. I miss you. I want to see you so much that I literally cringe internally at the very thought. The desire and longing to have you there on that day sometimes get too much to bear but yet I shall not ask you, for asking was never my nature. Asking breaks the spell. I hate the way this is affecting me. I vowed to myself never to be the clingy, clawy, whiney kinda girl and everytime I think of how this is transforming me into the latter, I feel like punching myself in the head. I'm so frustrated keeping this all in I just have to let it out. I'm such a prized nincompoop.
On that note, I’d better be off.
I realized I miss those late night chats we used to have. I miss sharing a secret joke with him. Just the both of us. I miss watching inane cartoons, lying on our tummies on the bed, coming back from school and doing homework together and then catching an afternoon nap before rushing off to tuition. From tranquil lazy mornings to senseless squabbles over who gets to hog the mirror, who spends more time in the toilet and who has to finish the last piece of chicken, I miss that sibling-blood-bonding thing we so flagrantly took for granted.
My brother would make an absolutely superb boyfriend/partner/husband. I’ve always known that but it was even more obvious tonight when he opened up to me. A great listener, a rational mind, a sweet heart. For someone his age, he exhibits a maturity that would make any sister proud. I might be viewed as a little biased saying this but he has an inexplicable way about him, an innate charm which just draws people to him. It’s an honour being your sis. And lil bro, don’t fret, if any girl is daft enough not to realize the hidden gem you are, then they’re not worth your time. To quote yourself, there are many other fishes in the ocean.
P/s: This goes to someone. I miss you. I want to see you so much that I literally cringe internally at the very thought. The desire and longing to have you there on that day sometimes get too much to bear but yet I shall not ask you, for asking was never my nature. Asking breaks the spell. I hate the way this is affecting me. I vowed to myself never to be the clingy, clawy, whiney kinda girl and everytime I think of how this is transforming me into the latter, I feel like punching myself in the head. I'm so frustrated keeping this all in I just have to let it out. I'm such a prized nincompoop.
On that note, I’d better be off.
Tuesday, April 03, 2007
I really can't think of an apt title....
Never lie, steal, cheat, or drink. But if you must lie, lie in the arms of the one you love. If you must steal, steal away from bad company. If you must cheat, cheat death. And if you must drink, drink in the moments that take your breath away. - Hitch, the movie
This is a special shout-out to a special someone who manages to reduce me to a bubbly mass of happiness and sets my heart fluttering and executing a gleeful dance every time I see you.
It’s been swell having you as bestest friend, confidante, emotional punching bag and a shoulder to lean on. Both literally and figuratively you’ve been a relentlessly avid supporter in all I’ve done. It still amazes me how sometimes when I’m in a room packed with people the only one who catches my attention and whom I manage to focus on is you, as a sea of faces blur in my peripheral and…..it still sizzles whenever your fingers find mine.
Although at times I accuse you of not fully understanding me, deep down there’s this niggling feeling that maybe you know more about me than I do myself.
You’ve suffered the torture of late nights keeping me company just because I get inexplicable bouts of insomnia, see me making a fool of myself bawling my eyes out and not make a fuss and at most times you bring out the irrepressible, annoying kid in me and actually manage to tolerate an overload of immaturity. It’s been 9 months of giggles, long chats at night, watching time fly and I’m still crazy over you.
Happy 9th dear bunny !
This is a special shout-out to a special someone who manages to reduce me to a bubbly mass of happiness and sets my heart fluttering and executing a gleeful dance every time I see you.
It’s been swell having you as bestest friend, confidante, emotional punching bag and a shoulder to lean on. Both literally and figuratively you’ve been a relentlessly avid supporter in all I’ve done. It still amazes me how sometimes when I’m in a room packed with people the only one who catches my attention and whom I manage to focus on is you, as a sea of faces blur in my peripheral and…..it still sizzles whenever your fingers find mine.
Although at times I accuse you of not fully understanding me, deep down there’s this niggling feeling that maybe you know more about me than I do myself.
You’ve suffered the torture of late nights keeping me company just because I get inexplicable bouts of insomnia, see me making a fool of myself bawling my eyes out and not make a fuss and at most times you bring out the irrepressible, annoying kid in me and actually manage to tolerate an overload of immaturity. It’s been 9 months of giggles, long chats at night, watching time fly and I’m still crazy over you.
Happy 9th dear bunny !
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