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I used to be cute, right?
Wicked shot. I even done my own hair that day.
For your own amusement.
I had this mega crush on that blonde, 2nd row, 3rd from the right.
MmMmm. I have this vivid memory back in the days when you had to elect Class Presidents in Primary. Half the guys got up and faced the whiteboard as the remaining students raised their hands to show the teacher how many students wanted a particular to become the Male Class President. Among my friends, the plan was to raise all our hands to elect Chris cos he was like, uber popular. The boys stood in alphabetical order and since Billy comes before Chris.. I raised my hand for Billy. Aaaaaaaah! I thought. And to make matters worse, I was the only one to raise their hand for Billy. Ha.
Hawt.
There was this phase where curly hair was the new freaking black so I begged my parents for curly hair. My wish was granted on one condition: that my father would have to take me. I knew this was entering a danger zone (for those who know my embarrassing father)but c'mon, it's curly hair! 2 hours later I came home with a perm. Dandy. Anyways, this is a few months later and I guess I got the curls I wanted. Except during this time straight hair was in. Gosh. P.S. Ignore the marks on random faces. My sister went crazy with permanent marker. And no, that is not a heart between my portrait and the guy diagonally across from me :)
Wicked shot. I even done my own hair that day.
For your own amusement.
I had this mega crush on that blonde, 2nd row, 3rd from the right.
MmMmm. I have this vivid memory back in the days when you had to elect Class Presidents in Primary. Half the guys got up and faced the whiteboard as the remaining students raised their hands to show the teacher how many students wanted a particular to become the Male Class President. Among my friends, the plan was to raise all our hands to elect Chris cos he was like, uber popular. The boys stood in alphabetical order and since Billy comes before Chris.. I raised my hand for Billy. Aaaaaaaah! I thought. And to make matters worse, I was the only one to raise their hand for Billy. Ha.
Hawt.
There was this phase where curly hair was the new freaking black so I begged my parents for curly hair. My wish was granted on one condition: that my father would have to take me. I knew this was entering a danger zone (for those who know my embarrassing father)but c'mon, it's curly hair! 2 hours later I came home with a perm. Dandy. Anyways, this is a few months later and I guess I got the curls I wanted. Except during this time straight hair was in. Gosh. P.S. Ignore the marks on random faces. My sister went crazy with permanent marker. And no, that is not a heart between my portrait and the guy diagonally across from me :)--
Back to my desk clearing, as I rummaged through the past, I took particular interest in my academic progress over the years. I sure was a bright student from the very beginning (in all modesty). My average was an A and my lowest was C (for stupid Agriculture. What. The. Yeah, I used to go Hoxton, we had a farm at the back. We sophisticated!)
I was a total nerd in Year 8, esp. in English. One day we had to write a mini essay based on the phrase "How I Chose To Live My Life":
'The Lord is my Shepard, I shall not be in want. He makes me lie down in green pastures, He leads me beside quiet waters, He restores my soul. He guides me in paths of righteousness for His name's sake. Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for You are with me; Your rod and staff comfort me. You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies. You anoint my head with oil; my cup overflows. Surely goodness and love will follow me all the days of my life and I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever.'
- Psalm 23:1-6
Christianity. My religious belief. Ever since I left my mum's womb on the 29th of April, I was a Christian. I believed in my Saviour, my spiritual Father, Lord Jesus Christ. Yes everyone had their beliefs: Buddha, Virgin Mary, Jesus, Santa Claus, leprechauns yadda yadda. Not necessarily all religious, but something to look up to, to look forward to. Santa equals to Christmas and the Easter Bunny equals to, well, Easter. My point is, Christianity shapes my life. If not for Jesus, us Christians believe that without His resurrection we all would've died in our sin. But not everyone is Christian, so not everyone will believe this. But I do.
Being Christian lets me have a reason to have faith in something that I cannot see, that I cannot hear. Being Christian gave me my many church friends. Being Christian opened my eyes to the greater good. I know the 10 commandments are there to follow and that the Bible is there to inspire. I know that I should love thy neighbour, that I should love my enemies, as I love myself. I know prayer is love through words to God. By knowing this, I know that bring good is way better than being bad in the long run.
People think that being religious is a disadvantage in your social records because if you're 'Christian', you automatically 'have to go to Church'. But I consider it as a privilege. It makes you feel good to sing songs of praise. People look up to you when you let loose and sing your heart out. (It's a sign of faith.) It makes you feel good when you are baptised. You feel clean and you feel ready to depend on God. You are cleansed.
God's words inspire me. They make me want to say and do something to make someones day. Sometimes when I'm down in the dumps, I think of what God would do. I've experienced many challenges in life, but God helps me out. I might not have hard proof of what God has done for me but it's nice to think of all the wondrous things He's done in my life.
I've experienced this one time when ______________. I saw it with my own eyes. With the help of my Pastor and his wife, they comforted my family through the words of God. ________________________. When I look back, I thank God that my family hasn't fallen apart like in those sad movies. My mum says she'll never leave my dad for anything. She thinks that her children will grow up screwed. Nice one, mum. I do admit that my family has the occasional biff but we get over it.
As Forest Gump goes, 'Life is a box of chocolates. You never know what's inside it' (or something similar). I agree. You never know what's around the next corner. At least I know God will be there for me with every step I take.
Yeah, total noobage. Who the heck uses 'yadda yadda' & 'way better' in an essay??!?!?! And who the heck forgets that Forest Gump line? There are many things I was too young to know better of. Like, those blank lines for example. I disclosed something very private in that essay (and yes, this essay was read out loud, by yours truly). Those were the days when you would tell the bigmouth your innermost secret because you thought your trust would change the size of their mouth (so to speak). Secondly, I don't consider myself 'religious'. To me, that is showcasing that you have a religious belief and that you think it makes you better than everyone else. Well, I say 'nay' to that sort of mentality. No one is ever better than anyone else. I truly believe that we are all equal - we all bleed red.
I have so much more to tell you guys about (i.e. more documents!) Ha, I embarrass myself! Til next time! ;)
You know you love me,
xoxo
Labels: Boys, God, School, Self-Identity
