vicissitude.

2010-08-14T06:47:00.000-07:00

I CAME UP WITH THE QUOTE MYSELF HEHEHE!!
But then I'm pretty sure that someone else has already thought of it...I just never saw it lol. -.-

LOVE YOU GIS!!

Pris(:

Hold Your Breath

2010-08-11T06:58:00.000-07:00

"I don’t care what the world thinks of you;
All I know is that I think the world of you."

Aww. Pris, I took this from your blog :)

Confessions

2010-06-18T21:39:00.000-07:00

And I'm looking at all these beautiful things and it makes me sad.

Dreams are but overactive neurons

2010-06-16T22:28:00.000-07:00

You breathe in my ear a secret word,
A garland of cypress for token.
I wake; it is gone; the dream is blurred,
And forgotten the word that was spoken.

- Taken from Allnächtlich im Traume by Heinrich Heine, translated by Hal Draper

Dear Giselle

2010-05-25T03:55:00.000-07:00

I'm always here for you, please tell me whats wrong. I don't care if your smses are six pages long. I will read through them, and I will always be there for you....emotionally. I can't fly, sucks we don't stay near each other. Come over for sleep over one day if my mom allows, we'll bake and watch Mean Girls (okay...any movie you want but I'm sure you'll want Mean Girls hehe), and we'll walk around the playground and watch kids play and talk of our innocence and how we lost them to boys and sometimes we regret giving ourselves but we know that at that point of time that was exactly what we wanted...who we wanted...and life's too short for regrets. We'll talk of the silly things we did in Sec1, the sleepover we had in Sec2, the phone calls we held in Sec3, the SS meetings we'd organise. We'll talk of our favourite things in the past and how we've changed but I'll stop and say "but you are the constant in my life and I'm thankful for you". We'll talk till the sun sets and till the moon comes up and our throats will be hoarse but we will carrying on talking, till our words fill the bridge of time that stood between us all this while and when we're done talking we will rest in this comfortable silence and just soak in each other's company, knowing that this is a friendship worth fighting for every day.

I love you Giselle Tham...more than you know! (And you are never a mistake. Just look at the stars and see how brightly they shine for you. )

(And only you can see who it's posted by, so here's my secret love note for you.)

: )

Beautiul kids into beautiful trouble

2010-05-23T10:18:00.001-07:00

Sigh sigh sigh sigh sighhhhh.

Nevermind, nevermind.

(Okay just had to get this out somewhere. Done with the incomprehensible babble. Off to bed!)

Dead Hearts

2010-04-21T08:08:00.000-07:00

Question Mark

2010-04-17T07:57:00.000-07:00

I honestly have no idea what's going on.

For you, friend.

2010-04-16T21:48:00.000-07:00

Dear Suraya,

Maybe I'm just never gonna live up to your mark as a friend. Perhaps if I was a PW project, all I'd get would be a B too. I'm not sure if it's my philosophies on life and friendship; perhaps we're just too different in the intangible ways. But thank you very much, because I'm learning. And you've been amazing.

<3

Swimming

2010-04-14T07:16:00.001-07:00

I like to pretend I look all ethereal when I emerge from the water and 'ascend' (hahaha) up the steps of the swimming pool. Then I reach back home, take a glance in the mirror, and thank the forces of night time for their obscuring nature.

Chlorine-infested pool water is a real menace. I literally heard my hair snapping as I attempted to brush out all the chemically-induced tangles; (I mean, that doesn't happen when I shower now, does it? Then again, I don't exactly swim laps in my bathtub). Worse, I encountered these stubborn strands which had tied themselves into a dead knot at the end - I had to bring on THE SCISSORS and snip it off! Imagine what would happen if I had to cut off bits of my hair every time I swam...

So now that I'm done with all that feel-goodness brought on by endorphins, I'm ready to start on my homework for today!

AD ASTRA.

Land of the Free, Home of the Brave

2010-04-12T09:05:00.000-07:00

'America makes prodigious mistakes, America has colossal faults, but one thing cannot be denied: America is always on the move. She may be going to Hell, of course, but at least she isn't standing still.' -E.E Cummings

Tiny Vessels

2010-04-10T18:16:00.001-07:00

Woke up in the middle of the night, 5am to be exact, and the first thing I heard was Ben Gibbard's voice sing, 'she is beautiful, but she don't mean a thing to me.' Firstly, what was my music doing still playing? (This explains my ailing battery) Secondly, what a line! Okay, then I must've stayed awake for about 2 songs before falling back into my semi-comatose which I would not awake from till it was too late to go for church -.-

So, right now I'm contemplating following my parents to Oasis 153 - does this mark the start of a new beginning?

I haven't seen the Barker Road people in like, 3 weeks.

There there, John Mayer

2010-04-09T04:34:00.001-07:00

I was a killer, was the best they'd ever seen
I'd steal your heart before you ever heard a thing
I'm an assassin and I had a job to do
Little did I know, that girl was an assassin too.

GIS

2010-01-09T01:07:00.000-08:00

hi i can even POST here hahaha!!! :P

Hello Priscilla

2010-01-03T07:28:00.000-08:00

HELLO PRISCILLA, MY ONE AND ONLY READER! HAHAHA

God Is Closer Than You Think

2010-01-03T07:18:00.000-08:00

suraya* says:
*eh hie
*sorry
*im talking to you on facebook
*brb
giselle says:
*haha
*okay
*i can't believe you're ditching me here to talk to me on facebook

Anyway, here's a nice extract I found in a book I was reading:

"God is crying out all around us. He is present in the breathless silence of the snow-smothered mountains; he is dancing with the sunlight that shatters on the ocean's waves; he is hiding in the decaying moss and lichen and crumbling shale in the old forgotten places in the world. No jagged mountain throws its sharp weight against the sky that is not a testament to his goodness. The entire sum of Creation, each private and individual act of nature, is God waving hello."

Amazing, isn't it?

Fate is half expectation, and half inattention.

2009-08-25T08:25:00.000-07:00

And with that, I swooned inside, caught off balance by this latest revelation of love, wondering how such a remarkable person as Harold could think I was extraordinary. Now that I’m angry at Harold, it’s hard to remember what was so remarkable about him. And I know they’re there, the good qualities, because I wasn’t that stupid to fall in love with him, to marry him. All I can remember is how awfully lucky I felt, and consequently how worried I was that all this undeserved good fortune would somehow slip away. When I fantasized about moving in with him, I also dredged up my deepest fears: that he would tell me I smelled bad, that I had terrible bathroom habits, that my taste in music and television was appalling. I worried that Harold would someday get a new prescription for his glasses and he’d put them on one morning, look me up and down, and say, “Why, gosh, you aren’t the girl I thought you were, are you?”

What did I want from this divorce – when I never knew what I had wanted from marriage?

- The Joy Luck Club, Amy Tan

As we go on, we remember.

2009-07-24T05:23:00.000-07:00

Today was graduation day at MGS.
And I wasn't there.

It's funny not having that memory part of my life - the one where I walk down the red aisle donned proudly in a blazer I feel honoured to wear. In a crowd of other graduates and symphonic music, we are the new generation, and for that moment we own the place; clout and presence.

Tucked away at SAFTI Military Institute I listened to the 'best and brightest' discuss the issues of foreign talent and Singapore's defence. Does knowing you're one of the top ten in another school make up for being denied the institute of your choice? What would I call it - a fall from grace? When I see my appeal form appear on a google search and know I slipped through, why do I feel so humiliated.. I daren't say I have a harder life than others. I don't. God knows the things each of us can take - what would seem favourable to me may be hard for someone else. Perhaps being here isn't as hard as it is for someone at ACJC.

I'm honoured, Lord, and I can't wait to see the great work you will complete in me.

If ever doubt seeps through, I want to stand by the faith that through the injustice we suffer and trials that come, God brings good out of the (seemingly) bad.

I wonder what it would've been like had I gone for graduation. Would I have worn my school uniform? Or mere formal wear. Would I have contentedly told everyone where I was, or plastered the ghost of a smile there.

Maybe I have to learn, that admitting I'm happy doesn't mean I'm lowering my standards in any way, or degrading myself. When we give in to God's will, we are trading good for the better. And that, indeed, is worth celebrating.

Much ado about nothing

2009-05-12T08:29:00.000-07:00

Sometimes I think I am going crazy, like I am two people. (I just want to do so much more.) I dream about impossiblities, about a life that is different and wholly so. Sometimes I wish for adventure and excitement, a story that unfolds beyond my provincial lifestyle. Hmm, then I realise that in the little blessings, miracles and familiar surroundings I am glad. It's when you uncover a layer of someone and establish an unexpected friendship, or cower at the strength of your love for another... I will forever be grateful for the intangible things in life. These are the things whose immensity cannot be captured nor measured. They give life that special quality.

Funny, I find strange comfort in discovering new words.