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long time.

I've moved anyway :)

Well only just very recently.

But just thought I'd let you know.

Whoever, you, are.

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So I've just finished reading this book





It's about 3 plus size women who are best friends who decide to lose their weight once and for all, thus forming the Cinderella pact.

Well at the end of it everyone loses weight one way or the other and there are happy endings for most, and of course, the protagonist gets her Cinderella-princess-rags(well, sorta)-figurativerags-to-riches dreamcometrue.

Well, predictable storyline, but a fun book to read for the girls.

But what stuck with me was that many people get overlooked if they're not considered good looking to the world's sometimes stifling standards.

and quite honestly, I don't think I've been any less merciless on countless occasions.

I don't know if I could always, in every situation, find just anyone and anybody beautiful.

but I want to learn how to see the art in people anyway.

Possible new year's resolution?

Hmmm.

A mother's heart has been said
To be strong enough to overcome
Even the greatest snowstorm
But yet kept soft enough to feel her child's pain

My mother, our mother, has such a heart
And is so much more

We love the way that you love us
Strong, gentle and free
We love the delicoius food you make
it's always a happy treat
We love that you taught us music
But can't say the same for your public dancing feats
We love that generous heart
That always has something to give

But most of all,
We love how
You always mean home to us.


Happy Birthday, Mummy.

Although I realise I am a few days late, (I blame Evidence - everrrythinggg is Evidence's fault) - I still want to do this anyway.

I figure I should do this so I can remember all the things I have in my life, and that I have every reason to be grateful. Not that I've become American - not at all - but I believe in the value of being thankful.

so here goes - I'm thankful for...

yummy Saturday lunches. the privilege of education. the unconditional love of my family. ebony. my kaleidoscope of friends. the gift of music. my doting someone. deliciously cool days (well, while it lasted I suppose). fleece pyjamas on those cold nights. high heels. random hellos through smses or facebook from treasured friends. the smell of rain before it rains. being able to laugh every chance I get. citronella candles. vanilla ice cream with homemade cookie dough. polaroid pictures. money to spend. money to save. money to travel. money to give away. air conditioners. mmses. lise & ebony. and finally, (I'll save the rest for Christmas and New Year's), the pain of exams so that I'll be able to fully enjoy the freedom of my holidays.

to whoever who has made all these things happen for me, thank you with love.

:)


Changi Beach, September 2007


And y'know, today after the Evidence paper - even though I know it's thoroughly my fault for not studying earlier - I didn't feel as crappy as I thought I would. Because finally finally, I get that I am so much more than just what my grade says I'm worth.


And I refuse to let anybody, including future employers, make me feel inferior without my consent.


cupcakes from Magnolia Bakery, New York City, May 2007



I choose. I live.

To most of my friends reading my blog,

I know you know I've changed, but I just haven't said anything on this blog because I just wanted to make sure I've thought things through. And you know I have.

The person I was before I went to Perth, the person I was when I was there, and the person I am now -
Those are 3 different people.

I do realise I know some of you might be disappointed with the choice I've made, but what can I say?
I can't live my life for anyone except me, can I?

Maybe to you I've "backslided", but to me I haven't because how can someone backslide when her faith has been redefined? And all the things that she did before out of religious obligation she no longer believes in because she doesn't see the point?

This, by the way, isn't the life I had imagined for myself. I thought I'd be like my older sister. Y'know, follow the straight path, get an education, go to work, marry in Church - y'know, all stable and does everything expected of her.

But yeah guess what, that really isn't me at all.

I don't deny what God has done for me because I know I wouldn't be who I am today.
And maybe this might seem a little ungrateful even, for taking the healing and then "walking away".

Well, it's all about perspective, isn't it?

Bottom line is, I just cannot agree with a lot of things the church preaches, and if God is the God I know, I don't think He expects me to agree with what the church says just because it says so.

I couldn't agree just because.

That would be nothing short of patronising.

To me, knowing God has nothing to do with being religious.

That said,

those whom I consider friends are still important to me.

I don't see how that could change just because I have a different take on things.

Well, it could, but it doesn't mean friends aren't important to me anymore.

So...

Let's move on, shall we?