tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54977098620481033032024-02-21T03:10:36.310-08:00cheelsealeeChelsea ;http://www.blogger.com/profile/15797228045063553512noreply@blogger.comBlogger199125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5497709862048103303.post-76292254473237540832016-11-16T19:06:00.000-08:002016-11-16T19:06:14.730-08:00Rant: He's godly, now what?<br />
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Before I start ranting on, let's answer <i>What makes one godly?</i></div>
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To me, godliness is present when the love for God is evident. Loving God can come in different measures; but surely, it's more apparent than one's title (Like pastor, president, worship leader, cell group leader or head of ...), one's ministry, how one raises their hands in worship, how much one is willing to serve others, etc. I mean yes, your title, your ministry, your act of worship or your willingness to serve can all be a result or evidence of loving God. But surely, it isn't a measure of godliness.</div>
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Godliness is found in the overflowing, transparent and undeniable work of God through one's life. It's seeing the love of God overflow in one's life, one's heart and the way one relates to others. Godliness is seeing God work in, within, through and with the person. It's undoubtedly God, and you won't be able to miss it. Godliness is undeniable about one's character when all of him/her has been surrendered and renewed by God. It exhibits a change and difference that no one else can be held accountable or take credit for.</div>
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With that said, it's tough finding godly people.</div>
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I mean, yes, 'Christian' tends to be popular on the list of desired traits for Christians, but it isn't that difficult to find Christians. They're supposedly almost everywhere. Then there are others, like myself, where 'godly guy/girl' takes priority in the list.</div>
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I've come to realise the older I get, that there's a handful of godly men and women surrounding me. (Thank the Lord!). They've been an absolute blessing to me, in one way or the other. Shout out to my godly sisters especially *heart. </div>
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This conversation of finding godly guys has emerged with some girl friends of mine; truth be told, we are able to spot god-loving men - yay! But somehow, it doesn't just end there.</div>
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I think for many, a godly guy or a godly girl is very much desirable, but we tend to dismiss the fact that it takes more than just a godly guy or girl.</div>
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Don't get me wrong, a godly person is surely attractive. But when we say 'where are all the godly men/women out there?', we actually mean 'where are all the godly men/women with other traits and add-ons out there?'</div>
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What I mean by that is it doesn't stop at godly.</div>
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Sometimes, many times actually, there are other things to consider.</div>
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Things like, chemistry, attraction/interest and compatibility. And those are only the basics.</div>
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Man, now that I think about it, finding love can both be hard and easy.</div>
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Hard in this case, because godly people don't tend to settle easily. They have high standards and tend to only pursue intentionally with one person. (Not complaining at all, I think that's great.). But that just means that it's kinda, well, very difficult. </div>
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But back to the original question, say you do meet someone godly... now what?</div>
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1. Find a friend in him/her</h3>
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I don't know about you, but finding consistent, genuine friends can be a bit of a challenge. Scratch that- finding one is easy; but <i>maintaining</i> a friendship with one is the hard part. When I decided to guard my heart, I took a lot of steps back and made changes to how I live my life. One being that I don't actually let the opposite gender into my life so closely. </div>
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I definitely don't think it's wrong to have good friends of the opposite sex. I mean just a few years back, many of my companions were male and I confided in several close guy friends very intimately. My decision in taking a step back from being close to the opposite gender is because I know myself. </div>
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Not too long ago, I had an incredibly great guy friend. We clicked really well and our friendship was really comfortable; we could talk about literally anything and everything, and it got to the point where the amount of time I invested in him caused even my family and friends to question our platonic friendship. Now you may be thinking 'people can think what they want, but if it's not like that, it doesn't matter what they think'. Well, it wasn't like that between us... but we were super close that I was so attached to him as a friend, I caught the feels. It got really confusing for me and it only hit me when I realized I had to tell him absolutely everything and relied on him emotionally and spiritually.</div>
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There were also other instances where I had close guy friends in the past who were confused about the blurred line that apparently exists between opposite gendered best friends. While I do think guys and girls can be best friends, there are stages of where that exists and where it starts to make everything all fuzzy. Even with guys I didn't see myself with, I have also questioned our friendship at some point.</div>
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However, there are some guys where I can truly see myself friends with now. They're not my best friends, nor are we super close. But they are guys who I enjoy having as plain friends. Not sure about you, but I'm the kind of person who becomes quieter or more mellow/shy when it comes to someone I have feelings for. So I tend to notice that when I fist pump/high five/approach a guy (making the first move in reaching out), I genuinely see that person as a (genuine) friend. Having said that, in terms of my behavior, for guys I am acquainted with, DON'T have an interest in or aren't that close to - they belong in the same category as guys I do have feelings for. I know, it seems strange but that's how I can tell when I find myself liking someone as <i>just</i> a friend.</div>
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*Wow, all that rant and I haven't even started on elaborating on my first point.</div>
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My point is, if you do find someone who could be a 'potential', your next step should be finding a friend in him or her. #notetoself.</div>
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As hard as it is for me to step out of my comfort zone to reach out to someone I could possibly have an interest in, I really won't know the person unless I get to know the person. And I don't mean go on a date to get to know the person. I mean is there a strong genuine friendship with that person, even without a relationship? <b>Can you even have a friendship with someone without going on that first date?</b></div>
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It sounds like I'm giving an advice to you, but really, I'm reminding myself.</div>
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Many dream of falling in love with their best friend. But I don't think that's my dream. I mean, not all things work out so 'perfectly'. Some people may find an interest before they even become good friends and others truly do fall for their best friend. </div>
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I think ideally, whatever situation you may be in (whether you're just acquaintances, plain friends, good friends or best friends), the best question to ask yourself is 'Can I find a friend in him/her?'</div>
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What does a friend look like to you?</div>
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*pssss, by friend, I mean the genuine kinda friend. Like that real, strong friendship kinda friend.</div>
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For example, with my friendship with Abigail (my best friend), we truly look out for one another and want the best for each other. We correct each other when necessary, we speak words of encouragement, we share our thoughts, feelings and dreams. We do life together and we are walking alongside the journey of growth - and that's such a great feeling.</div>
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I don't expect myself to find the exact kind of friend in a potential partner - especially before we even start dating. But some good questions to ask would be:</div>
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- If this guy/girl was of the same gender as me, would we be good friends?</div>
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You may not be at that stage where you know if this person can be a friend to you yet, or vice versa, but perhaps as you do grow in relationship with one another, it's something good to keep in mind. Because in the long run, friendship is one of the best things a relationship can have.</div>
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If your partner is a friend, he/she would want the best for you. he/she would say things to build you up and encourage you. he/she would respect you. he/she would enjoy your company. he/she would treasure you as a friend in their life. he/she would continue to be a friend throughout.</div>
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Some of the loveliest marriages or relationships I've seen are those with couples who have a strong foundation as friends. I see the comfort a friendship brings, the security and care a good friend would extend, the humour and fun that friends enjoy and I see a kind of love that goes beyond lust, infatuation and short-term feelings.</div>
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Friendship in a relationship is displayed in an overwhelming care for someone for who they are, not who you want them to be in your life. It's accepting them and loving them unconditionally. It's having the joy and comfort of you being you and for him (or her) to be him (or her). </div>
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Find a friendship in him or her.</div>
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Chelsea ;http://www.blogger.com/profile/15797228045063553512noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5497709862048103303.post-2758621134025231102016-11-03T18:02:00.001-07:002016-11-03T18:06:47.496-07:00Rant: FearsHi there!<br />
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Today's post will be another rant that's not on the relationship series list; I'm preparing for exams so I haven't had time to properly invest in making a video or a blogpost. I'm intending to make a video (or a blogpost) on <i>why I'm not dating currently; my covenant and its purposes</i> next because it'll give you guys an insight on my perspective and posture of heart regarding the following topics.<br />
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However, I will be writing in relation to relationships for today's rant. (YAY). I think all my rants (and diary writings) are very transparent; like it reveals so much of my inner self that I feel very vulnerable to my readers. But I love being vulnerable, and I actually enjoy re-reading my posts after time passes. Just the other day, I was reading my old posts from a year ago, 2 years ago and it's just really intriguing. It reminds me of how faithful God has been in my life and the growth I had during those seasons of change, heartbreak, celebration, and mundane.<br />
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I would say I'm a very fearful person. I get scared easily, I'm scared of cats, I'm terrified of heights, I dread deep waters - you know, the selective fear. I also have a fear of sexual assault, harassment, violence, abuse and being robbed. I mean you know, the normal things that are unacceptable and condemnable. There's another kind of fear, that's related to the heart issue. I think I have several of those. And today, I'm gonna share those related to relationships.<br />
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I don't know when it began, but I thought I had a fear of commitment. Like I can see myself committed to someone in the future, being married, etc, sure. But the process of saying yes to a date, saying yes to starting an official relationship is almost terrifying to me.<br />
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Maybe I'm scared because it's unknown waters. It's not something I'm able to control, predict, manipulate or analyze. A relationship involves another person, and that means I don't know that person's heart, intention, will or their next steps.<br />
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I know, it sounds silly. <i>Chelsea? Scared of commitment? What?</i><br />
<i><br /></i> I think that's why I overthink. I <i>always</i> overthink things. I think way ahead and try to analyse everything, it's almost driving me insane.<br />
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In my current state, if I were to analyse my heart...<br />
I fear rejection. I fear being hurt. I fear to have my heart broken. I fear losing someone. I fear to have things not work out. I fear the unknown. I fear investing and losing. I fear being let down.<br />
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So I try to have everything planned out. I try to search my heart daily, I try to analyse his intentions. I set all these walls, boundaries and standards for myself. I try to guard my heart. I try to predict our compatibility and I try to take that step back. I try to prepare for any possible hurt and I try to have my feelings controlled.<br />
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I think some people make it look easy, some people are so laid back and nonchalant.<br />
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Sometimes, I feel like my guards are set so high because I forget that God has already set a guard up at the heart of my door. I say I trust God, I choose to trust God, but I plan my next steps and path my ways out before he even tells me where to go. I seek counsel actively and try to apply every good perspective in my situation, but I overlooked the fact that every person has a different heart, a different situation and a different calling.<br />
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You see, I fear a change of heart - because that means I'd feel rejected and so I prepare myself for something that may not even happen.<br />
I fear to give too much - because I'm afraid I'll lose it all.<br />
I fear the unknown and the unfamiliar - because it means I have to trust and go with the flow.<br />
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But that's the beauty of relationships, no?<br />
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You risk rejection, failure and loss, in hopes that you'll receive something valuable, the success of a relationship and a great person to do life with.<br />
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Above all, I think this season reveals my heart in depth so that God can deal with the root problem. I mean it's about time. I feel like He's saying '<i>Now that you've recovered from the last heartbreak, you're ready and fit enough to go into rehabilitation. Just trust in me, because I'll be by your side in this process.</i>' And here I am, fearing to get up because I'm so used to hiding my wounds and feeling the security of being taken care of like a sick child. But a little glimmer of hope in me wants to. I do want to trust in Him, to take that step and actually follow His plans and His will for me in the next season.<br />
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So yes, I'm fearful. I'm doubtful. I will try to be careful, I will try to analyse and to guard my heart... but I will try even harder to hear His voice, to follow His lead and to drop the unnecessary walls and trust in His security. I will invest with what He's given me, I will love unconditionally and I will trust in Him with all my heart and lean not on my own understanding. In all my ways, I will acknowledge Him, and surely, He will make my paths straight.<br />
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If losing my heart and being hurt is what I fear, I trust that even if it does happen, He's enabled us to go through that for a reason and will be our constant strength and hope.<br />
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I love the lyrics to the song <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6_oR5Twx-RU" target="_blank">Captain</a>:<br />
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Through waters uncharted my soul will embark, I'll follow your voice straight into the dark;<br />
and if from the course you intend I depart,<br />
speak to the sails of my wandering heart.<br />
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Like the wind you'll guide; clear the skies before me, and I'll glide this open sea.<br />
Like the stars, your word will align my voyage, and remind me where I've been...<br />
and where I am going.<br />
<br />Chelsea ;http://www.blogger.com/profile/15797228045063553512noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5497709862048103303.post-20400771324370634912016-10-29T02:44:00.002-07:002016-11-06T22:35:25.356-08:00Rant: A flaw I haveHey there!<br />
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This isn't one of my relationship post series, but it has everything to do with relationships and a lot to do with myself. I'm being really vulnerable and transparent in sharing this, but it's a journey for me and so it's something I'd like to share.<br />
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You see, I have a problem. I have several problems but today I'm gonna share one.<br />
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Quoting my sister, "You don't have a lot of flaws, but the few flaws you do have are ones that are difficult to change". I'll be the first to admit this, but I'm not very flawed. In fact, one of my strengths is changing to be better - and that would explain why I am generally a very pleasant person to have around... I make a very lovely daughter, a wonderful sister, a best friend and probably a great girlfriend. Okay, '<i>how is that a flaw</i>?', you may wonder. Truth is, I sometimes don't know myself. How is wanting to be the best that you can be a flaw? I don't know.<br />
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But my flaw is wanting (attempting, desiring, longing) to be perfect.<br />
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It started many years ago. I was quite a nasty person - inside and out. When I was in my early teen years, I was rather mean and not very pretty either. However, because of the bullying and realising that others are actually humans with feelings and a heart, I started to change. I became more aware of the feelings of others, not just a little bit, but I actually became caring. I became all these nice things and started to be a nice person inside and out. It was really timely, as puberty hit me, I actually looked better, as my insides became more attractive, so was I on the outside.<br />
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That's when I realised that changing for the better is always something I should aim for. It started small where I would develop traits that most people would consider as nice. But it got really addictive that I started finding myself actively intending to change to be what others would consider as perfect. The descriptions of what other guys would describe as a great girl, or a girl describing the ideal best friend, or aunties and uncles describing what a good child should be like - anything and everything I mentally noted and my heart started pursuing that.<br />
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Oh, I was also growing in God at the same time. He worked through and within me. And I definitely am a different person today compared to 4 years ago because of Him. A lot of my values, beliefs, the core of who I am, my experiences, journey and growth is all because of Him.<br />
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But as I grew and changed with God, the desire to be perfect was still something that was stuck in my heart... and although I've tried my best to not be perfect, I see little traces of this flaw come alive.<br />
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3 years ago, when my last relationship ended, my ex-boyfriend told me that I was a perfect girlfriend. And that I deserved someone better, and that he wasn't good enough for me, etc. Funnily enough, I believed him. Not so much the fact that he wasn't good enough or that I deserved someone better, but I actually believed that I was a perfect girlfriend because that was literally what I aimed for. However, he also said it in a way that was negative. That I actually had a problem, that I wanted to be perfect and that came through in how I carried myself. I thought he was ridiculous. Because how is being perfect actually a bad thing? It makes no sense.<br />
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A few weeks ago, I went to see my campus speech therapist because I wanted to have correct pronunciation. English is my first language, but because I am a Malaysian that partially grew up in New Zealand, I have a foreign accent (to Malaysians) and actually pronounce some things differently (to New Zealanders). I am also studying to be a primary school teacher, so to me, it's important to be able to read accurately and pronounce words exactly how they're supposed to be pronounced. However, when I met my speech therapist, it felt more as if I was meeting a counsellor. She said there was nothing wrong with my speech, and that I probably wanted to perfect everything because of my cultural background(?). In which I knew it definitely wasn't from my cultural background, because I just want to have correct pronunciation for my sake, not because my culture says we have to ace everything and be perfect.<br />
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Then very recently, I've been going through something this year that leads to anxiety. In which my close friends know about, and they concluded that if anything, it's probably my mentality that's affecting me, not my physicality. In other words, one of my best friends actually said that because she knows the kind of person I am, I am a perfectionist and that affects my situation negatively.<br />
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Side note, the perfectionist they're all referring to isn't the typical generic type of making sure everything is detailed and right; but it's the desire and mentality I have to be the best that I can be, in their words - a 'perfectionist', someone who wants and expects to be perfect.<br />
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Due to my anxiety, I went to see my church counsellor. After evaluating my situation for a while, she mentioned that because everything is going pretty good for me in life (as in every aspect of my life), it's probably not a sudden circumstance or my family background that has influenced my 'perfectionist' mentality. Rather, it has a lot to do with self-esteem and self-acceptance.<br />
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I write this because I'm currently dealing with a situation that shows just how right they are. That yes, I have a problem. And my problem is wanting to be perfect.<br />
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Don't get me wrong, I still believe that wanting to be the best that I can possibly be is a good aim and it is still something I will constantly work towards, but I see this perfectionism come alive as a demon too.<br />
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For example, one very flawed mentality I currently hold is that I need to look (almost) perfect before I get into a relationship. I've been feeling rather miserable today because physically, I feel like I'm not good enough. You know what that sounds like to me? It sounds like someone is taking the place of God in my life.<br />
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I've always been a people-pleaser kinda person. Not to the point where I fall into peer pressure and do silly things, nor is it sucking up to people in order for them to like me. You see, it all links to that mentality of wanting to be perfect, especially to people I selectively choose to be on the receiving end.<br />
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A very personal example for me, but when I was in a relationship, I did things with my boyfriend then out of the desire to please him. It wasn't his fault, he didn't manipulate me into it and it was purely my choice to act on things from a flawed mentality. In a relationship, there are 3 possible desires: To please your partner, to please yourself or to please God.<br />
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I guess if I was honest, I do fear to be in a serious official long-term relationship. I'm afraid of being vulnerable, as open as a person I am. I'm scared to love again, I don't want to lose another person and I'm terrified of being hurt.<br />
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I don't expect the person to be perfect, but I expect myself to be. And so before I do get into my next relationship, I hope I no longer hold this flaw.<br />
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I don't know what to say, my post has no solution to my problem; it doesn't have an end, because it's just something I'm facing currently.<br />
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But I can tell you my next steps! My next steps will be to trust in God, to look to Him for my identity, to guard my heart, to do things His way, to focus on pleasing Him - not anyone else or myself. Until then, I'll keep you posted :)<br />
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<br />Chelsea ;http://www.blogger.com/profile/15797228045063553512noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5497709862048103303.post-45130239390947225932016-10-23T05:12:00.003-07:002016-10-23T16:50:32.842-07:00My first love; the relationship to pursue<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I know, it's very predictable. <i>You are probably not going to talk about your first boyfriend and the relationship to pursue is one with Jesus</i>.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><br /></span> <span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">'Isn't that what this post is about?' you may think. Yes, it is.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">'I'm already a Christian. Just get on with the other topics already.' Wait, hang in there!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">or you may think 'Just a minute, but I'm not even a Christian. How is this even applicable? I was just here for the relationship part.' And you're gonna get the relationship part.</span><br />
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<span class="text Gen-2-22" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">The very fact that God created us to enjoy life and live with Him is #relationshipgoals. That was the ultimate plan from the beginning! This is so important to note and understand, because until we find our identity in our creator, we will keep seeking for our identity in something and someone else. The first relationship you need to pursue is one with God, because that's your initial purpose. You exist to enjoy and live life with your maker.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span class="text Gen-2-22" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box;">I find this passage very intriguing as it tells of the first relationship that God created. Instead of having men live alone, he created women for men. And all the men say... (<i>Bless God!).</i> Before the feminist opinions claw at me, I don't think that God created women <i>just</i> for men. (As in Genesis 1, He had a plan to create both men AND women). However, I do think that God created women as a gift for men. And it's a beautiful thing. Women, you're beautiful. As you are. Not just to men, for men or whatever, but you are good because God made you and He thinks you're good. How do I know? It says so in Genesis 1:31</span><span class="versenum" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-weight: bold; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;"> "</span><span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "verdana" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 16px;">Then God saw everything that He had made, and indeed </span><i style="box-sizing: border-box;">it was</i><span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "verdana" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"> very good...".</span></span><br />
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Chelsea ;http://www.blogger.com/profile/15797228045063553512noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5497709862048103303.post-23706860834040068882016-10-20T01:39:00.000-07:002016-10-26T23:01:17.780-07:00Relationships, again.<div style="text-align: left;">
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "verdana" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white;">Some ask out of pure curiosity or really intrigued at just how indulged I can get with this topic, but there are one or two who literally ask because they just don't get it. Like why?! And how can one be so obsessed with such a topic?</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "verdana" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white;">In my defense, I don't think I talk only about relationships. My closest friends can testify to that. But I will admit, I do love talking about relationships. And so do you. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "verdana" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white;">Because not once have I met someone who doesn't want to share or engage in a conversation about relationships; especially if the question is directed to that person.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "verdana" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white;">You see, four years ago, I got out of a relationship that left me heartbroken. Long story short, God met me there and my life have been drastically changed. It sounds simple, it sounds ordinary. It was just a childish breakup, but now I've grown up. Maybe that's all to it.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "verdana" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white;">But maybe not. Definitely not. It's simple but so complex. It's ordinary but so special. It's everything I expected and more. It's my reality and a dream all at the same time. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "verdana" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white;">Before that relationship, I was already broken. My heart was so flawed and in desperate need to be found and loved - not by men, but just the natural makeup of who I am, who we all are. We all long to be found and loved. I was in need of that.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "verdana" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white;">I write this because I can't put into words why I love talking about relationships. It's beyond just conversations. It's instilled in my thoughts, engraved in my heart and a core value that my actions convey. I know that it's something that consumes me and draws me closer to God and people. It reveals the heart, it points to God and it strengthens bonds. It's part of my purpose, it's my love story, my passion and a huge part of who I am.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "verdana" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white;">My testimony is that God pursued a relationship with me when my last relationship ended. But it doesn't end there. I now live a life that's radically transformed and complete.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "verdana" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white;">So why do I talk about relationships so much?</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "verdana" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white;">- Red flags? Keep watch of green flags!</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "verdana" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white;">- Why I'm not dating currently; My covenant and purposes.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "verdana" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white;">- How should I be dating? Should dates come before or after a relationship?</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "verdana" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white;">- How to deal with break ups</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "verdana" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white;">- How to deal with feelings of infatuation</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "verdana" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white;">- Signs to know when you are ready for a relationship</span></span></div>
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Chelsea ;http://www.blogger.com/profile/15797228045063553512noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5497709862048103303.post-44837150645105520262016-09-02T21:06:00.000-07:002016-09-02T21:06:51.047-07:00Dedication: To a brother from another mother (and father) haha<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Happy 18th Birthday Nathaniel! :) (3.0)</div>
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Haha I hope this post will make you cringe in disgust at our youth and reminisce at all the good times we had together.</div>
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About 4 years ago, I met a boy who told me I was pretty. HAHA. Sorry, I remembered that.</div>
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My first impressions of you then was that you were very very little - and probably was 'special' because the girls were always babying you and you acted really strange/awkward (don't deny it)!</div>
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I've come to realise that within a few months, making good friends and falling in love was easy.</div>
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In a year, you can make close friendships, and make someone like a brother.</div>
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I loved how you enjoyed food like me, and that you were able to go on food adventures with Est & I;</div>
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sushi tei, hana, lamb chops, more sushi, crepe cakes, desserts, and my # basic drinks.</div>
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Apart from eating and drinking of course, you are good company.</div>
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When you were scared & cried, and I chose your side.</div>
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When I was heartbroken & cried, and you listened to my rants even after months and years.</div>
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I remember the presents we would exchange during Christmas and during birthdays.</div>
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I really appreciate your effort in picking things for me and writing me nice cards.</div>
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THANK YOU :)</div>
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I think it's easy to forget that these weekly meet ups, banter and hang outs are actually meaningful. They all add up to make a friendship that has been invested with time and effort.</div>
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I don't think I realised how much our friendship meant to you, until you gave me my farewell letter.</div>
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Although the both of us probably forgot the exact contents of the letter, thank you for that :')</div>
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because your last few years of friendship with me have been enjoyable.</div>
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Thank you for always thinking the best of me, for appreciating this friendship;</div>
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for being a good friend, a comfortable brother (legit, like you'd make a good brother to me heh).</div>
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Thank you for still sharing with me about your life;</div>
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I love how you are adventurous enough to start a fashion blog (That fashion though, from baby shirts to crisp tees, you've done well), a youtube, photography and finding your own relationship with God.</div>
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^ Some of my favourite photos of us, cause it captures just how much fun you are :D</div>
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You're that brother I never had and one of my closest guy friends in the last few years.</div>
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I'm really proud of you for who you are, that you are genuine and kind.</div>
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So on your eighteenth birthday,</div>
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I wish you find your identity and hope in God.</div>
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That you continue to grow in strength and courage in Him.</div>
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Because He will never fail you, and I truly believe He has the most amazing things in store for you!</div>
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"He fashions their hearts individually; He considers all their works." - PSALM 33:15 (NKJV)</div>
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WHEEEE Eighteen :)</div>
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<br />Chelsea ;http://www.blogger.com/profile/15797228045063553512noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5497709862048103303.post-47195055109298633272016-08-02T01:59:00.004-07:002016-08-02T02:03:16.474-07:00For you<span style="font-family: inherit;">Hello there.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">You are beautiful.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">You are strong.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">You are loved.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">You are worth it.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">You are valued.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">You are awesome.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I could go on, but there's something else I'd like to say.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">"You have been called for such a time as this."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span>Your very existence is no mistake.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Approximately, 151, 600 people die each day.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">That's quite a sum.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">One day, you may just be part of that statistic.</span><br />
No- we will all inevitably be part of that statistic.<br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I have a purpose, and so do you.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">There's a reason as to why we are both alive today, that we are both alive <i>now.</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Not sure about you, but that sends chills down my spine.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">With that reminder, I hope to live everyday appreciating those I love.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Love anyone and everyone unconditionally.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Love God with all my heart, soul, strength and mind.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">It sounds short, <b>love God - love people</b>, but heck, it's hard.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">I find myself tangled in <i>self</i> almost every single second.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">But I will remind myself that I have a calling, and I am called for such a time as this.</span>Chelsea ;http://www.blogger.com/profile/15797228045063553512noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5497709862048103303.post-42733177523146970552016-07-22T05:27:00.003-07:002016-07-22T05:27:45.335-07:0010 things to doHey guys!<br />
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End of last week-early this week has been quite a rough one for me; as you could probably tell in my last 2 posts.. then the posts stopped. So what happened? Well, this happened:<br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Crazy, huh? A verse changed my whole roller-coaster of a mood? Well, not <i>just</i> a verse.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">I had to choose to set my mind on things that are true, honourable, right, pure, lovely, admirable, excellent and praiseworthy. So I just chose to move forward and think good things. So here I am.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">And <i>here</i> is a good place. <i>Here</i> is a fresh start, <i>here</i> is a brighter and more joyous place.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">It can be taking a 30min walk from a further stop, some simple stretches with awkward body twists/movements, an attractive online work out or even a good 15mins HIIT run. Or even a (secret) crazy dance session. But I want to do something daily.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>2. I want to attend all my classes & be at least 5 minutes early.</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">This week was the first week back at uni, and let's just say I skipped 3 already. Yeah, not good. Okay fine, so I was sick - but still! It's a terrible habit of mine and I'm always late for class :C But not anymore, starting next week, I will try my best to be not just on time, but at least 5 minutes early. Oh, and attend all my classes unless I'm feeling unwell.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>3. I want to stop comparing, and start caring.</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Can I share with you a nasty secret? Every time someone else is called 'pretty', something nasty inside of me starts to feel a bit.. bad? It doesn't show, but I feel it. I start to feel the insecurities creeping up, the unintentional ill feelings/thoughts that create a hole that is deep and dark.. I want to stop comparing myself to someone else. I want to care for things that do matter: like one's heart, well-being, life and surrounding. Without neglecting my own, but caring for others more than I would for myself.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>4.</b> <b>I want to be (more) grateful.</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Here's another troubling thought I had recently. My dad booked my flight back to Malaysia for me recently. And it's via AirAsia. *dum dum dum dum. Maybe I'm spoilt, lack gratefulness or am just conceited, but I haven't sat AirAsia in awhile, expected/desired something more and I just really hate leather seats!! I caught myself at such a bad thought, because I should be grateful that I have the opportunity to fly back to see my family. Like so many people don't even get that chance to? And here I am, complaining I have flights back stuck with leather seats (yuck). I need to and I want to be more grateful. For the little and the much.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">They say being a Christian means living everyday like an adventure. Every single day, we should be expecting something great. God's greatness. A miracle. A revelation. But more often than not, we as Christians don't. What's the problem? I don't know, because I'm one of those Christians. I don't experience His greatness everyday, nor have I witnessed a miracle in my life or a life-changing revelation. I think it's me though, not God. I'm too caught up with sleeping, going to university, seeing my friends, making small talk with my flatmates, cooking/eating, playing tetris and listening to random music while I commute, that I don't stop to experience God. I barely give him 30mins full concentration every. single. day. Heck, I barely give him my full 15mins <u>daily</u>. Also, I don't ask for miracles. I think my mundane is comfortable and you know, my usual. But I don't want my usual anymore! I want the crazy, God-filled, WOW kinda Christian life. I want to stop praying for small prayers that limits God because I'm trying to 'protect my image of Him'. I want to push the boundaries of my faith, let it jump off an invisible cliff and soar in His sovereignty and captivating spirit. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Last semester, I got straight Bs. Many people think that's pretty 'good'. Maybe it's an automatic consolation or they truly think it's good. If it's the latter, maybe people should strive for this goal too. If it's the previous, then maybe people should be more honest. It's my worst grade since I started succeeding in my academics back in 2013. It's not bad, considering I skipped many classes, didn't give my best and barely studied effectively for my exams. Horrible, I know, but apparently not too bad. Now, if I knew I gave it my all and the best I could, and got Cs, I wouldn't be as disappointed as I would about myself. Okay, who am I kidding, Cs are terrible! I'd maybe shed a tear. But maybe just one or two. Point is: It's my attitude in this, not just the results.</span></div>
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I'm currently contemplating on applying for committee for OCF (Overseas Christian Fellowship). OCF is a Christian uni' club I go to weekly and am quite active in. I currently co-lead a bible study group and it's my 2nd semester leading! There are 2 positions I'm praying about applying, but yet I'm quite hesitant. If I get into committee, I will be in it for about a year. I think I'm being selfish though. I don't want to give too much. I think there's a possibility I'd fail. I'm scared I will get cold feet after committing. And all these random bunch of selfish reasons. But you know what? I want to serve. I want to give especially my next (and last) 1 year of my covenant to serve in OCF (if it's God's will) without distraction and just love on the people around me. I also want to serve in my church, maybe as a service host or in kids' ministry, hm.</div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">I'm quite my mum's girl. I skype my mum a whole lot. But recently, I haven't been speaking to my parents as often as I usually would. Sometimes, I do think about today being my last day, and whenever I do, my family comes to mind first. I'd hate to have regrets if anything were to happen, and I would like to use my everyday to appreciate my family more. Message them daily, tell them I love them, actually appreciate them from the bottom of my heart, set aside time to talk to them, etc. Sometimes I also take for granted my friends. I think we have like the next few months/years to go. Even worse (imo), I think I'll be seeing them tomorrow or next week. But really, nothing should be taken for granted. If I have the opportunity to speak blessings and love to them, I really should. And I will.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">I tend to pray when I want something. #human nature. I also pray when I feel deeply. But I don't want prayer to be just when I feel like it. I want prayer to be also when I don't feel like it. I want my prayers to be deep, powerful, intimate, strong, short & long and life-changing.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>10. I want to encounter God & bring His presence to everybody!</b></span></div>
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You know that person you sit to on the bus, or that person you just met? I feel like those people are people placed in our lives for no apparent reason, but yet, with very special reasons. Reasons that can be opportunities. I always hear interesting stories of strangers talking and all, and I would really like to do that. I want to carry a Jesus culture within me everywhere I go, whenever and with whoever. I want to experience God so deeply and greatly, that it's contagious. Even more contagious than the cold that's been around and even better than the best meal I could ever dream of having. I mean imagine eating THE BEST THING YOU'VE EVER TASTED, I don't think you would keep it to yourself. It's like that, just more and better. Or even more relatable, discovering the cure to something so dark, miserable and life-consuming, imagine that! How could you keep the best cure to yourself, when there are so many broken people around you?</div>
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And there's that! Oh. A bonus one: <b>11. I want to blog more.</b></div>
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<br />Chelsea ;http://www.blogger.com/profile/15797228045063553512noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5497709862048103303.post-73767831776102196412016-07-17T03:55:00.003-07:002016-07-17T03:55:48.532-07:00The one kind of lonelyHave you ever felt so alone?<div>
You know, the loneliness of just being by yourself.</div>
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Being in the midst of people, but yet feeling like you're an individual.</div>
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Even worse, being with friends, but feeling lonely.</div>
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Or crazier, being alone but feeling hopelessly lonely.</div>
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Like how alone can you feel right?</div>
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Apparently, many levels of loneliness.</div>
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The loneliness I have now is one that shuts down in the midst of people.</div>
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It's shutting people out and shutting myself in.</div>
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It's destructive, really.</div>
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Because no man is called to live life alone.</div>
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But I really just want to be alone.</div>
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I want to be with people, but for now, I want to be alone.</div>
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I don't want to speak; maybe because I'm afraid.</div>
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I'm afraid that I'm really who they say I am.</div>
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I'm afraid that that's all that I really am.</div>
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I'm afraid that when I get the courage to share, I will only be let down.</div>
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Because what if no one understands?</div>
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what if no one says the right things?</div>
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what if I don't get better?</div>
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what if I'm disappointed?</div>
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So for now, just for a little while,</div>
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I'll suppress my need of people, my desire to share and my knowing of what to do.</div>
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Chelsea ;http://www.blogger.com/profile/15797228045063553512noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5497709862048103303.post-60828651312386825652016-07-16T06:53:00.002-07:002016-07-16T06:53:30.270-07:00-<br />
I'm really worn.<br />
It's not because I'm sick, or that it's almost 2am now..<br />
I'm just exhausted.<br />
I'm just emotionally drained.<br />
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University hasn't even began.<br />
I haven't even applied for committee.<br />
I haven't even started my responsibilities.<br />
But I already feel like giving up.<br />
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I feel like taking back my 'yes'.<br />
I feel like skipping the first week.<br />
I feel like stepping down from my position.<br />
I feel like leaving altogether.<br />
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No one offended me.<br />
I just feel like I lost my passion.<br />
I feel like I lost my heart.<br />
I feel like I'm defeated, without a particular reason..<br />
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But I'm just <i>feeling</i>.<br />
I'm just a human.<br />
It's just feelings.<br />
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I shouldn't rely on feelings, right?<br />
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But I feel like giving up.<br />
I feel like shutting down.<br />
I feel like shutting out.<br />
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It's hard to breathe when I'm this sick.<br />
But it's hard to breathe when I'm this sick of <i>now</i> anyway.<br />
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I'm on a break.<br />
But I just want a break.<br />
I'm just breaking..<br />
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What do I do?Chelsea ;http://www.blogger.com/profile/15797228045063553512noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5497709862048103303.post-85790830337235692712016-06-24T03:28:00.000-07:002016-06-24T03:28:15.890-07:00My first practicum experience!<br />
Hey there!<br />
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Exams are done and dusted, and I have just completed my first practicum!<br />
Now, you may be wondering, "What's a practicum?". A practicum is like practical work.<br />
As I am studying to be a teacher, my practical work includes me going to assigned schools with tasks and requirements I am expected to complete.<br />
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The last 2 weeks have been quite hectic - with exams and practicum around the same period. Surprisingly, I managed to go through it all feeling better than 'fine'. Exams were average. I didn't do as good as an A, but I managed to exceed 'just pass'.<br />
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Without further ado, I'll be writing about my practicum experience!<br />
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Honestly, practicum is not easy. I have a couple of friends who told me their bad experiences with ATs (associate teachers) and VLs (visiting lecturers) involving tears and being scarred with not being competent or not meeting appropriate standards. I met a girl recently who failed her practicum during her first year, so she is now studying ECE (Early Childhood) because apparently it's 'easier'.<br />
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The fears are very much present. You have to meet requirements, complete tasks to an acceptable level, have a professional relationship with your AT and be qualified in the eyes of your visiting lecturer. Beyond that, you have a whole class to manage every single day. Not for an hour or two, but almost 8 hours daily. Apart from school hours, you have to set time for planning and marking. The list is endless. And I'm just getting started with university students becoming a 'teacher-to-be' and juggling routines of full-time students - YES, we have exams, assignments and studies to do too.<br />
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And my parents said being a teacher was easy. Boy, you have no idea.<br />
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(NOTE: From what I have learnt so far, nothing is easy. They say medicine is difficult, yes, I believe it is. But so is education. So is studying music. So is engineering, architecture, linguistics and so on. Everyone is so different in many ways; abilities, lifestyle, decisions and habits.. even the way we think and understand information varies, so how can we categorise one thing to be the 'best' and the 'hardest' when we do not have the capability to do what everyone does?)<br />
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I entered my first year of education thinking it'll be easy. Boy, <i>I</i> was wrong.<br />
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One thing I lacked stepping into university was purpose. (It wasn't the only thing I lacked btw). I didn't have a purpose for why I chose what I study, but I had reasons.<br />
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My parents thought a teaching degree would be perfect for me. They thought it suited me. They said it was within my capabilities. They drew a plan for me.<br />
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The plan looked something like this: Easy degree, high demand; Easy start up, high return; (LOL, I sound like a commerce student - I was). My dream was to be a housewife. They figured I should be independent with my own business in education but flexible enough to decide my working hours to fulfil that dream.<br />
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It was a good dream, but it was a lacking dream.<br />
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Why? Because I didn't actually want to study education. I didn't like teaching. I didn't want to be a teacher. I didn't feel like I had a purpose in what I wanted to do (teaching) and I didn't find joy or fulfilment in it.<br />
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Not until this practicum.<br />
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During this recent practicum, these are some of the things I learnt:<br />
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<b>1. Teachers have to be an all-rounder (ideally). </b><br />
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During one of our classes, we watched a video on what children expect from 'what makes a good teacher?'. Good teachers (according to children) are to be intelligent, good-looking, fun, smiley, friendly, able to help, caring and many things in between.<br />
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In a way, it's true. We are expected to know a little (or more) about everything. We teach Maths (okay, that one we need to know quite a lot about), Science, Reading/Writing, Language (English & Maori) and we have HPE (Health & Physical Education) too. On top of that, we need to be able to engage in Arts and be able to plan for creative activities.<br />
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Time-management and organisational skills are key to not being messed up - oh no, we can't afford a mess. Least we need to have the skill to clean up that mess before Block 2 comes around.<br />
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Don't you forget leadership skills. You have about 30 followers on a daily basis and you literally lead them from one thing to another.<br />
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Throw in life-skills of dealing with children's drama and attitude problems. While you're at it, you better have some psychology up your sleeves; because a child's wellbeing is essential and you're responsible for being aware of problems they may be facing at home or at school. Pretty much their lives as long as you're their teacher.<br />
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<b>2. Teachers have the capability to change lives.</b><br />
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This was one of the reasons I had in mind when I applied for my course. I wanted to influence lives. I wanted to make a difference. I wanted to be that teacher that believes in Tom when no one else did. I wanted to be that teacher that showed Samantha what beauty meant. I wanted to be that teacher that Tamati could rely on. I wanted to be that teacher that helped Xiao Yun when she was struggling. I wanted to change lives, whether that meant a little push to get on the right track or hard work that required time. I wanted to be a teacher that changed lives, and I still do.<br />
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As a teacher, you're placed in a class for the whole year, and boy, have you spent 8 hours (and sometimes more) with a child for almost a year? You really get to know them - and sometimes, way more than you would like to.<br />
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The school, they say, could be a child's 'safe place'. It could be their getaway and their break from home. We, as teachers have the capability to teach a child in a way he/she should go. And that way means to guide them on a path based on their uniqueness and individuality.<br />
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<b>3. Teachers learn double the amount they teach.</b><br />
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Teachers teach - that's just what we're supposed to do. Being on practicum didn't make me realise how much I was able to teach, but rather how much I am able to learn. Teachers are practically life-long (sometimes self-taught students). We're constantly learning. Learning what we have learnt before, learning what we need to know, learning what we don't know and learning even when we don't intend to learn. We learn what we have to teach. We learn from students all the time.<br />
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There's so much I'd like to say, but I can't seem to write all of them now. However, I can honestly say that I have enjoyed myself a whole lot. It's been really tiring, but it's been really exciting. I was super duper nervous prior to my practicum, and now I left feeling like I have squished these lovely children into a special place in my heart.<br />
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I found myself tearing up while singing cultural songs with the kids, and grinning from one end of my cheek to the other watching them singing and answering questions. That's when it hit me. I love what I do.Chelsea ;http://www.blogger.com/profile/15797228045063553512noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5497709862048103303.post-58440466062408804262016-06-06T01:11:00.002-07:002016-06-10T07:15:23.254-07:00update: nowHello!<br />
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It has been quite awhile, huh.<br />
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Recently, I've been sleep-deprived;<br />
not so much because I don't want to sleep,<br />
but my slumbers have been delayed later than I hoped for.<br />
My thoughts running through my day, week, year, life.<br />
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I decided to read my blog posts from a year ago, two years ago..<br />
It's funny - the thought of reading my own blog.<br />
But I was pleasantly surprised, and secretly was so proud of each entry.<br />
They captured my little thoughts, my emotions and the season I was in.<br />
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So I figured why not, do a mid-year update on me <i>now.</i><br />
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Today was one of those bad days.<br />
You know, looking like crap, feeling like crap;<br />
going to God for strength, joy, life.<br />
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I've been rather cranky lately, and often find myself getting weary.<br />
A friend I admire recently shared with me a tip on life.<br />
We have 3 buckets: a physical bucket, an emotional/mental bucket and a spiritual bucket.<br />
To not wear out, he said, we have to make sure those buckets never run low.<br />
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I hate to admit this, but there are very few things that make me feel really really terribly crappy;<br />
One of them is looking (or probably feeling) bad.<br />
As in feeling utterly ugly.<br />
In other words, fat. I look fat and I feel fat.<br />
But it isn't just how I think I look, it's a lot of how I feel about how I look.<br />
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The second thing that drags me down is being (and feeling) unproductive.<br />
If I waste majority of my day in bed, I guarantee, you'd find me miserable.<br />
I just can't - as much as I love sleep, I can't stay in bed past noon.<br />
I can't not do something productive, even if it's one thing.<br />
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I do feel worn now.<br />
I feel empty.<br />
I'm lost.<br />
And (probably) stressed with finals coming in a few days.<br />
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My diet (not starving myself, as in my food intake) has been poor.<br />
I don't get sufficient amounts of quality rest/sleep.<br />
I ended my gym membership last week, so the deprivation is hitting me now.<br />
My grades aren't straight A's.<br />
I just don't feel good.<br />
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Reading what I just wrote shows me how shallow my perception of life is.<br />
Do I think that maintaining a healthy lifestyle, accomplishing my goals, being seemingly intelligent and well-balanced is the key to make me happy?<br />
Then my life is such a waste, no wonder I'm feeling horrible.<br />
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I realised when I place my identity, worth, and energy <i>only</i> on these things, it doesn't take long for me to come crashing down.<br />
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I'm not a great person. I don't have good discipline.<br />
I can't do it on my own. I'm actually very weak.<br />
I have struggles and many shortcomings.<br />
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These 'lows' though, aren't anything new.<br />
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In a way, they are such a big reminder that<br />
'Hey Chelsea! You're running down the wrong path.'.<br />
I'm running down the wrong path.<br />
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You see,<br />
a balanced diet and an active lifestyle has perks.<br />
But it doesn't define me and it shouldn't be my centre.<br />
(Note to self: Why are you incorporating this into your life?)<br />
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my grades and attendance are important.<br />
But that's not where I should put my worth.<br />
(Note to self: What character are you working on in letting this aspect of life thrive?)<br />
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A little reminder for myself and you :)</div>
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When you find yourself weary, tired or feeling down, reflect on why you feel that way, why you do what you do and if necessary (which is often), change.</div>
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Times like now can be rather hectic - finals can be stressful. So when you're lacking or falling short, re-focus, reflect and respond.</div>
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Wherever you are, I hope you're at your happiest and doing well.</div>
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Chelsea ;http://www.blogger.com/profile/15797228045063553512noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5497709862048103303.post-20009926602055313742016-05-16T03:57:00.002-07:002016-05-16T03:57:46.953-07:00things I need right now<br />
I need..<br />
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1. to catch up with my lecture recordings and complete all my readings. Then get started with my exam study plan.<br />
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2. to be free; from anxiety, from myself, from my fear of cats, from my fear of people.<br />
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3. a stable and consistent sleeping schedule<br />
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4. diligence<br />
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5. a pair of black jeans<br />
<br />Chelsea ;http://www.blogger.com/profile/15797228045063553512noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5497709862048103303.post-58569451684308244522016-04-21T23:27:00.001-07:002016-04-21T23:27:24.258-07:00When I was a teenager (Malaysia)When I was in my mid-teen years, things were starting to pick up for me back in Auckland.<br />
I found a way to adjust to the changes and keep old friendships, and made new friends that could last for long. That is until my life took a different turn.<br />
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Shortly after I turned 16, my parents decided to move us back to Malaysia.<br />
It wasn't just anywhere in Malaysia. It was home (not) sweet home, Sabah.<br />
You see, I didn't like Sabah much. I've been away for ten years, and memories of my hometown from my childhood did not make it any bit better. If anything, it made it worst.<br />
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Before the move, I was keen for change.<br />
I didn't know what I was thinking, because I (kinda) had everything.<br />
I had stability, great friends, a boyfriend I liked, an amazing youth,<br />
my fringe was coming together (LOL) and I was passing high-school.<br />
What else could a sixteen year old want, right?<br />
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I suppose I was oblivious, because though all those things were necessary to make me who I am today, I missed the big picture. Well.. I suppose I didn't see the big picture then.<br />
But God knew. He knew what was missing. And I guess he made that path back to turn my life around, just for me to meet him.<br />
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Going back was really difficult.<br />
My family was nearly torn apart because of it, and bringing two teenagers into such a hectic change during their crazy years was truly insane.<br />
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All I cared about was my boyfriend that I left behind, and all I wanted was him;<br />
To talk to him, to see him, to text him.<br />
He went back to his home country after I left Auckland, so the change in both of our lives made the distancing even more real. As time went by, we grew apart despite my efforts.<br />
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You see, time is a neutral element. Yet, the after effects of it can be both detrimental and beneficial.<br />
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A month or two went by, and things were looking bright for me.<br />
My social life hit its peak not too long after.<br />
I hated being at home, so I had plenty of time to make new friends.<br />
My parents were very lenient on who I hung out with and what time I came home.<br />
Compared to the strict rules they used to implement on me,<br />
long gone were 'be home by evening' or 'no hanging out with boys alone'.<br />
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I came home close to midnight, even on school days.<br />
I hung out with plenty of boys.<br />
I also hung out with one or two good girl friends I held dear.<br />
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Initially, making (girl) friends were hard.<br />
Heck, it was very difficult.<br />
They didn't seem too fond of me.<br />
But the boys on the other hand, were incredibly forward and friendly.<br />
Thus, my friendship ratio from girl to boy was an actual 1:5<br />
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However, I thank God for good girl friends over time.<br />
Some became cherished memories to me.<br />
A few I've kept dear to me 'till this day.<br />
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I think that's life. Some come, some goes.<br />
Even though I felt sad to not have them active in my life anymore, I know that the ones who aren't in my present held great significance to my past.<br />
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I still remember.<br />
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I remember the ones who gave me car rides and had supper with me often.<br />
I remember him who held my hand. I remember the many photos taken.<br />
I also remember the intimate moments where just my mind captured.<br />
I remember her whom I adored. I remember the meals I had with them in my mundane.<br />
I remember the excitement of seeing them weekly. I remember the smile.<br />
I remember the faces I saw daily. I remember those who I didn't get a chance to know intimately.<br />
I remember the acquaintances, the rapports.<br />
I do remember.<br />
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Going back to Malaysia brought out the self I lost when I left.<br />
I found myself to be rather patriotic, despite not being fluent in the dialect, not being very influenced by the culture or not knowing my country well. I found love for the people, and I found that I love my identity. I loved being a part of Malaysia, and I felt a sense of belonging.<br />
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It was in those years that I found the greatest growth in me.<br />
I was able to accept others and embrace myself.<br />
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When I was a teenager in Malaysia, I lost a relationship I had with a boy I loved.<br />
At the time, it brought me a lot of grief and took a long long time for me to finally let go.<br />
But once that relationship ended, I found a greater relationship straight after.<br />
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I found God, again. But for the first time, personally and intimately.<br />
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I started a relationship with God when I was still broken.<br />
So devastated, vulnerable and shattered.<br />
I found God then.<br />
He met me when I was in love with someone else,<br />
and when I was unable to let go, he still held on to me.<br />
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When I was a teenager, back in my home country, I found my creator.<br />
I started a relationship with the God who loved me and created me.<br />
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And since then, my whole life has changed, I have changed.<br />
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<br />Chelsea ;http://www.blogger.com/profile/15797228045063553512noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5497709862048103303.post-71338470637108117222016-03-29T01:48:00.002-07:002016-03-29T01:48:35.003-07:00The perfect kind of love<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Unreserved, unrestrained</span><br style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin: 0px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">His love is wild</span><br style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin: 0px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">His love is wild - for me</span><br style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin: 0px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">It isn't shy, it's unashamed</span><br style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin: 0px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">His love is proud, t</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">o be seen with me</span><br style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin: 0px;" /><br style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin: 0px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Uncontrolled, uncontained</span><br style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin: 0px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">His love is a fire, b</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">urning bright for me</span><br style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin: 0px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">It's not just a spark</span><br style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin: 0px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">It's not just a flame</span><br style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin: 0px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">His love is a light</span><br style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin: 0px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">That all the world will see</span><br style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin: 0px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">All the world will see</span><br style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin: 0px;" /><br style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin: 0px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">His love's not fractured</span><br style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin: 0px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">It's not a troubled mind</span><br style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin: 0px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">It isn't anxious</span><br style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin: 0px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">It's not the restless kind</span><br style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin: 0px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">His love's not passive</span><br style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin: 0px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">It's never disengaged</span><br style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin: 0px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">It's always present</span><br style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin: 0px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">It hangs on every word I say</span><br style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin: 0px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">He keeps his promises</span><br style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin: 0px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">He keeps his word</span><br style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin: 0px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">He honours what's sacred</span><br style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin: 0px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">'Cause his vows are good</span><br />
<br style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin: 0px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">His love's not broken</span><br style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin: 0px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">He's not insecure</span><br style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin: 0px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">His love's not selfish</span><br style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin: 0px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">His love is pure</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">He doesn't give his heart in pieces</span><br style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin: 0px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">He doesn't hide himself to tease me</span>Chelsea ;http://www.blogger.com/profile/15797228045063553512noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5497709862048103303.post-26105425264789155432016-03-24T02:19:00.002-07:002016-04-10T14:53:09.497-07:00When I was a teenager (NZ)When I was a teenager, I met some of the best friends I've ever had.<br />
Some of them were temporary, but I still remember.<br />
I remember the mundane days filled with joy and all the random activities done:<br />
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sleepovers, walks, fun talks, laughter, games,<br />
growing in our youth together.<br />
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I remember falling head over heels for boys alongside these girls,<br />
and I remember the ones who remained in my darkest times.<br />
I remember them attempting to rid my insecurities,<br />
I remember feeling like I belonged.<br />
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Some of us chased popularity, and the desire to be wanted.<br />
We never got to the top, but we managed to make the climb.<br />
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There was this one event, where the popular girls wore plaid tops.<br />
A few weeks after, the rest of the girls followed - including my best friends and I.<br />
Mine was a blue one from Just Jeans.<br />
I remembered wanting that top so so so badly, I begged my mum to buy it for me.<br />
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I don't think I wore it much after though,<br />
in fact - I didn't even love it as much I wanted it.<br />
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In the first few years of my adolescence, my world revolved around my friends.<br />
My friends and boys; but mainly my friends.<br />
We had the best time ever, I was so sure.<br />
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When we reached high-school, many of us dispersed to different colleges.<br />
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My main best friend then, managed to be hit by puberty quick and hard.<br />
She gained popularity amongst our seniors in the asian community;<br />
Friendships changed and things shifted.<br />
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The friends I made from my pre-teen years were growing up.<br />
They started wearing make-up, they went to parties, they dated,<br />
they smoked, they tried drugs, they clubbed,<br />
the wagged (classes), got on the report card system (when you get too many detentions)<br />
and did all the things teenagers were infamous for.<br />
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Although I was in the midst of them, I didn't catch on to the act.<br />
I didn't find the seniors appealing, I didn't think make up was necessary,<br />
I didn't want to go to parties - or get familiar with substances and random sexual activities.<br />
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It wasn't because I knew right from wrong,<br />
I supposed I was still held back by my past.<br />
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All the things that stole my best friend away, I abhorred.<br />
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I just wanted our friendship back,<br />
I wanted to just be with her - without all the additional things.<br />
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With time, my other friends became my best-friends.<br />
It was supposedly routine that got us that way.<br />
We had school to thank for it, but we somehow seemed to hate the idea of school.<br />
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Speaking of which, when I was a teenager,<br />
school didn't matter - at all.<br />
I don't recall actually studying, or having actual information installed in my brain.<br />
Despite my ignorance and childish self, I managed to pass.<br />
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My conversations with my friends consisted of a whole lot of unnecessary gossip.<br />
I was recycling hurtful judgments that only my circle of friends talked about.<br />
We kept to ourselves, and seemed to think less of many around us.<br />
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I wouldn't want to deal with my friends and me back then, that's for sure.<br />
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I think we secretly knew that many in our year didn't think well of us;<br />
with the company of seniors and the acts that my friends committed,<br />
we achieved negative presumptions and accumulated fake rapports.<br />
Yet, we didn't care. We couldn't look beyond ourselves.<br />
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When I was a teenager, I experienced indirect bullying.<br />
It was cyber bullying on a social platform called Formspring.<br />
The anonymous hate comments I got sent me into one of the darkest and most insecure phases I have ever been through. The comments I received didn't only drive my confidence over a cliff,<br />
it drove me to humility - and for that, I wouldn't change it, ever.<br />
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There were nights that felt like my heart was stabbed over and over,<br />
and my identity was scribbled and trampled on; my pride ripped to pieces and scattered everywhere..<br />
And the broken pieces, holes and scars mended and left behind became my identity.<br />
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Apart from having my heart broken from break up(s), my insecurities and the experience of bullying were one of the two events that formed the basis of where and who I am today.<br />
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With the hurt I went through, I was able to see past me.<br />
I saw people, I saw their fragility, I saw the need for love.<br />
Slowly, I built my set of values that I used to make important daily decisions in my life.<br />
Since then, those values and the result of that incident have drove me to making friends that I am able to acknowledge and greet; Good friends that I am able to catch up with and have, even to this very day.<br />
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When I was a teenager, the wilderness of finding my identity was a wild adventure.<br />
But I'm so grateful that He is able to turn all things that were bad to good.<br />
I am so very thankful.<br />
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<br />Chelsea ;http://www.blogger.com/profile/15797228045063553512noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5497709862048103303.post-36383425832313056942016-03-18T22:47:00.002-07:002016-03-26T04:08:53.710-07:00When I was a teenager - Relationships[ 13 - 9 TEEN ]<br />
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When I was thirteen,<br />
my (unofficial) first boyfriend was the kid I had a crush on when I was twelve,<br />
the one who swore at me (when we were barely even friends).<br />
He was the cutest guy I've seen, at the time.<br />
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At the beginning of my teenage years, I didn't really think about many things.<br />
If he was cute, liked the same food as me,<br />
had his birthday in June and the infamous Beiber haircut,<br />
he was the one.<br />
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The first one who broke my heart, that is.<br />
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I didn't know how painful a heartbreak of a two week relationship would be,<br />
but it really hurt.<br />
<br />
Looking back, I can't even recall how he broke up with me or why,<br />
but I remembered crying - a whole lot as a matter of fact.<br />
But from how I see it now, it wasn't so much about breaking up.<br />
I think it was my pride that was hurt.<br />
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Now, a prideful teenager would be quite an irrational one.<br />
How do I get back at my first ex with the damaged pride I had?<br />
Other boys, of course. Boys I didn't even really like.<br />
The supposed 'yes' to the other boys after this one were almost nothing.<br />
One 'yes' lasted a week, and the rest aren't even memorable.<br />
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Not long after, I got back with my ex. And the cycle began.<br />
The butterflies, the excitement, the flirting, the glimpses;<br />
Oh- We ended after 3 weeks.<br />
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What I lost?<br />
My first peck, our friendship, and too much time on Taylor Swift songs and Bebo's deep skins.<br />
What I got out of it?<br />
Lasting friendships, valid (but definitely not worth it) experiences and an interest in writing.<br />
(We should thank him, shouldn't we?)<br />
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When I was a teenager, that was what life revolved around:<br />
Myself, boys and friends.<br />
I remember my mum told me I was selfish, and at the time,<br />
I thought she didn't know what she was saying.<br />
But I can clearly see why she would say I was.<br />
Because I was.<br />
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I was young, selfish and immature.<br />
It was fun, though. My teenage years.<br />
But there were times that were quite painful.<br />
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I spent the next year mourning over my first boyfriend.<br />
He didn't know, I think I did a really good job hiding it.<br />
He even thought I hated him, which was ridiculous.<br />
So he hated me, and I suppose I grew to hate him, too.<br />
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The first boy who helped me move on wasn't the next boyfriend.<br />
It was a <i>thing</i>. No, not a material thing.<br />
A thing-thing. Like a fling-thing.<br />
We barely spoke face-to-face, and he was quite bad at flirting,<br />
but I grew to kinda like him.<br />
or at least, the idea of him.<br />
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No, not just kinda, I really was infatuated with him.<br />
But everything worked out, we never got together.<br />
He left an impression of being a player, and we had some complicated situations together;<br />
but guess what? 'till this day, we remained friends - and a platonic one at that :)<br />
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The second relationship I got into isn't one I'm fond talking about.<br />
But I'll summarise it as it is;<br />
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When I was fifteen, I gave someone a chance. My heart wasn't in it, and I was still young.<br />
We dated twice. The first trial was out of pity-love.<br />
I suppose I thought it was worth giving it a shot. I was wrong.<br />
But the reasons to why it didn't work were direct - even 'till now, and made complete sense.<br />
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The second trial, I actually liked him.<br />
Despite being opposites, the language barrier and him knowing absolutely nothing about me,<br />
he was crazy in love with me.<br />
Because of that, I do think now that he was indeed crazy.<br />
And perhaps I was too.<br />
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We parted when I left for Malaysia.<br />
He went back to where he came from.<br />
And the rest is.. where I left it.<br />
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The above mentioned were all almost puppy love.<br />
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I met my first love when I was sixteen.<br />
Wait, no. I met my first love, a long long time ago.<br />
We first met back in our pre-school years,<br />
probably when I was 4 or 5, and he was 5 or 6.<br />
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But I met him again, when I was sixteen.<br />
It's quite a complicated story, but I suppose it worked.<br />
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'What worked?', you may ask.<br />
I think his plan worked - if he even had one.<br />
But he must've had one. because then how did things work so perfectly?<br />
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You see, he wasn't the kind of guy I would've liked.<br />
Besides, he had a girlfriend then. but we got closer through forming a friendship.<br />
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And the rest is history. A very memorable history,<br />
one I hold close to my heart.<br />
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This was the last relationship I had in my teen years.<br />
and the impact it had on me was evident.<br />
I never found another relationship since.<br />
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Not because I can't find someone like him, nor is it because I want him still.<br />
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Coming out of that relationship showed me a whole lot about myself.<br />
It showed me that I had a very fragile heart,<br />
I had a capability to love, but I have yet to learn how to love well.<br />
It showed me that I was clueless, reliant and broken.<br />
It showed me that I needed what I've always needed - my creator.<br />
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And although I was very much in love with him,<br />
I realised that he too, needed to grow and learn.<br />
He needed to know himself, his self-worth.<br />
He needed to know what he wanted, and act on it.<br />
He needed to know that I wasn't perfect,<br />
and he too, needed his creator.<br />
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With that, we left being strangers after being lovers.<br />
And we have remained strangers since.<br />
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Now I'm just entering my adulthood, and he's already an adult.<br />
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When I was a teenager, relationships were events that took place that formed a huge, huge part of who I am today; my morals, my beliefs, my experiences and values.<br />
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Instead of wishing they were reversible and regretting,<br />
I choose to use them for the better, in a way, it made me better.<br />
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With these, I have a collection of stories to share.<br />
I have formed friendships beyond my intentions.<br />
I was able to be transparent with my parents, and draw my family relationships closer.<br />
I have also developed a firm and sound relationship with God, since the last heartbreak.<br />
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Now, I am able to look forward,<br />
and I'm excited to see the new phase of relationship begin in my adulthood.<br />
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:)<br />
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<br />Chelsea ;http://www.blogger.com/profile/15797228045063553512noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5497709862048103303.post-18030588250815177652016-03-02T03:51:00.001-08:002016-03-18T21:47:18.313-07:00When I was a kid[ kid = 7-12 years of age ]<br />
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When I was a kid, I liked to drink soybean milk.<br />
I was also rather passive, but brave.<br />
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When I was a kid, I cried because a boy chased me at school.<br />
He practically bullied me by - well, the memory is a blur.<br />
But I told daddy straight after school, and he turned the car back.<br />
Daddy grabbed the boy at the collar and threatened him to stay away from us.<br />
The principal said '<span style="background-color: white; color: #212121; font-family: inherit; font-weight: lighter; line-height: 36px; white-space: pre-wrap;">先生,先生,请冷静' which translates to 'Sir, Sir, Please calm down.'</span><br />
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When I was a kid, I moved to KL - the capital city of Malaysia.<br />
I was homeschooled after going to a public Chinese school for (almost) two years.<br />
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When I was a kid, I had the greatest imagination.<br />
I turned my attic into a playroom, an imaginary kingdom,<br />
a country, a partial kitchen and bedroom.<br />
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I assigned myself as president,<br />
and Esther as an ambassador, of course.<br />
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When I was a kid, I really liked the colour pink.<br />
I really liked lovely things. I also admired pretty girls.<br />
I loved wearing dresses;<br />
to bed was a beautiful ombre princess Ariel dress.<br />
to bike was a checkered Winnie the Pooh dress.<br />
to school was all the heavy beautiful dresses I owned.<br />
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When I was a kid, I started knowing about the birds & the bees from mummy.<br />
I also developed a distinctive paranoia with safety and awareness.<br />
I would set 'traps' in my room before bed, just incase a bad guy were to come in.<br />
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When I was a kid, I trained to be a princess.<br />
At home, I would balance a book on my head - because all princesses have good postures.<br />
I would also eat any food that was considered 'expensive' and whatever that made my skin beautiful.<br />
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When I was a kid, I hated piano.<br />
I remembered secretly cursing my piano teacher, because she knocked my head with a pencil.<br />
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When I was a kid, people said I was bossy.<br />
They said I was mean. Some of them preferred my sisters over me.<br />
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When I was a kid, I was very vain.<br />
I focused a lot on outward beauty;<br />
And vainness in a little girl's hands is never a good thing.<br />
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When I was a kid, I liked a boy named Daniel.<br />
I also liked another Daniel. I liked a Dylan too.<br />
Oh, and a David.<br />
The names starting with a 'd' was just quite attractive, or so it seems.<br />
<br />
When I was a kid, I had my first pet.<br />
Her name was Sherbie, and she was the cutest guinea pig I have ever owned;<br />
the only one too, as a matter of fact.<br />
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When I was a kid, I dreamt of a room full of cats attacking me.<br />
They were biting me, and would never let go.<br />
I also heard 2 cats fighting in my neighbourhood,<br />
and saw a beautiful white cat bleeding..<br />
Since then, I feared cats.<br />
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When I was a kid, I moved to New Zealand.<br />
I asked a lot of questions to my new friends.<br />
They thought that was rather weird.<br />
<br />
When I was a kid, I had the biggest crush on the cutest boy in my year.<br />
He swore at me, but I still thought he was pretty awesome.<br />
<br />
When I was a kid, I made good friends.<br />
They were good friends to me, but bad friends to others.<br />
Soon enough, I became meaner than I was.<br />
I teased people and called people 'ugly',<br />
but I was oblivious to the fact that I was the ugly one.<br />
<br />
When I was a kid, I started swearing. I started envying.<br />
I started bullying. I started a doomed cycle of a pre-teen.<br />
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When I was a kid, I acted exactly like a kid.<br />
<br />Chelsea ;http://www.blogger.com/profile/15797228045063553512noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5497709862048103303.post-72273319230586866982016-02-25T20:10:00.001-08:002016-02-28T19:06:09.562-08:00Transition<div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; float: left; font-family: arial, sans-serif-light, sans-serif; font-size: small;">
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You see it in a loved one, young and old.</div>
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You see change in the good and even the bad.</div>
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I'm currently in a transition.</div>
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Deprived of sleep, blood-shot eyes and the chills that run through my feet;</div>
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I'm now left waking up past noon, and having irregular sleeping patterns.</div>
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Put that aside, I'm still in a transition.</div>
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A year ago, some time around this time, I broke down.</div>
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I don't feel like I belong here, but I don't belong there either.</div>
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My emotions are in a transition.</div>
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Chelsea ;http://www.blogger.com/profile/15797228045063553512noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5497709862048103303.post-14878859537442300912016-02-14T07:01:00.002-08:002016-02-17T08:14:19.315-08:00When I was a child[ child = 0-6 years of age ]<br />
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When I was a child, I had two young parents and an elder sister.<br />
I was surrounded by my loving grandparents and many relatives.<br />
I also had a community of family friends daily and was part of a family that was active in church.<br />
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When I was a child, I had an incredibly huge head.<br />
(I still have a large head, but I had an incredibly massive one then).<br />
I looked like a little boy, and sometimes dressed like one too.<br />
I had two small teeth that peeked through my constant grin, and was rather adorable.<br />
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When I was a child, I was really active, friendly and talkative.<br />
I loved strangers, and mingling was a born talent of mine.<br />
I liked singing, dancing, running and playing;<br />
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When I was a child, people took many photos of me.<br />
I had an awkward smile, especially when I had lipstick on (during events/performances).<br />
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When I was a child, I had two things that were inseparable from me:<br />
a) my toy doll named David, given to me by Mum for my birthday<br />
b) my mini bolster which I called po-chim (It wasn't a name, probably a term for it in chinese?)<br />
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When I was a child, I loved my grandmother and had a soft spot especially for my mother.<br />
I liked to eat cream fruit cakes with chocolate sprinkles and toys on them.<br />
And I shared a room with my sister.<br />
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When I was a child, I was a pretend-spy part time.<br />
I was also a mother-in-training and imaginative scientist.<br />
I watched Barney & Friends, Winnie the Pooh and Mary Kate & Ashley a lot.<br />
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When I was a child, I was cute.<br />
I was rather charismatic and had charm, but wasn't pretty like my sisters.<br />
Despite that, I earned a special place in the heart of my grandparents; probably for my good nature and spirited personality.<br />
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My step-grandfather adored me, and took me on dates to eat KFC and rides on theme park donkeys.<br />
He told my grandmother 'When she grows up, she will be really beautiful'.<br />
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When I was a child,<br />
I was fearless, brave and willing.<br />
I wasn't scared of bugs, or animals, or people.<br />
Once, I killed a <i>kutu</i> - something like a bed bug.<br />
I didn't care about the sun, wind or anything in between.<br />
Oh! but when I was a child, I developed a fear of being stuck in toilets.<br />
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When I was a child, I had two best friends: Jeremiah and Aida.<br />
They were my best friends from school.<br />
They were quiet, pleasant and made great company.<br />
Jeremiah liked Japanese food like me. He was the first boy I held hands with.<br />
Aida had a rat tail (hairstyle). She had an elder sister too.<br />
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When I was a child, my biggest crush was a boy named Caleb.<br />
He had really dark eyes and long black eyelashes.<br />
I thought he liked me too.<br />
He always came up to me, even though we were in different classes.<br />
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When I was a child, I didn't like a girl named Nicole.<br />
She played a lead role in our school's show, and had glitter all over her pretty hair.<br />
She wasn't nice, and the only thing we had in common was the same kindergarten crush.<br />
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When I was a child, I had several firsts;<br />
I took steps that eventually built events and actions to come.<br />
Though many solid memories are a blur,<br />
many of them played a huge part contributing to the early stages of my life.<br />
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<br />Chelsea ;http://www.blogger.com/profile/15797228045063553512noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5497709862048103303.post-77308783984214508252016-01-28T09:14:00.002-08:002016-01-28T09:17:02.181-08:00Starting a youtube channel<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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HEY GUYS!</div>
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I know I've been quite absent, but today I would like to share with you about something exciting & something in my heart.</div>
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<b>I have started a youtube channel!</b></h3>
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My first video is <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lcEcJUHd8vk" target="_blank">My everyday natural make up routine</a>.</div>
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You are welcome to watch it or subscribe to my channel for upcoming videos!</div>
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My username is the same as all my social platforms: <i>cheelsealee</i></div>
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Honestly, starting a youtube channel is really difficult.</div>
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Put aside the video ideas, talking to a camera, making a good video, editing and having an attractive thumbnail, nice soundtrack, interesting content, decent banner, the list goes on...</div>
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what's difficult is stepping out of my comfort zone, it's preparing my heart for failure, for dislikes, for hate comments, for lack of support from my close friends, and so much more.</div>
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The struggle is real.</div>
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Then, why am I doing this in the first place?</div>
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It's a goal of mine to overcome my fear in 2016.</div>
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I have set a plan of overcoming my fear of cats, and possibly heights..</div>
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then there's a new one, one that doesn't look a lot like a fear;</div>
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but don't be fooled, stepping out to start a youtube channel is very frightening.</div>
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I do know there will be people talking behind my back; </div>
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I won't say friends, because all my friends are true friends.</div>
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I have a distant-friend-acquaintance who is a youtuber, she runs a small channel, but a good one. And it's sad to hear/see her closest - or used to be close friends talk behind her back about her choice of taking a step to do something exciting, new, special and unexpected.</div>
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I'm not a youtuber.</div>
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I don't have great talents, skills, beauty, ideas or equipment.</div>
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But I think everyone has a potential to step out and be that one person.</div>
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every. single. person.</div>
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You see, there isn't a youtuber who's like you, or like me.</div>
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And that is a great thing, if not - one of the best things.</div>
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Being different and unique is so vital, because one person can't give it all.</div>
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Because one person can't relate to you. Because one person can't have it all.</div>
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What I mean is, YOU are worthy.</div>
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<u>You</u> are the unique selling point.</div>
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You are what makes it worth watching, you are what makes me want to be me.</div>
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I'm not a confident person.</div>
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Heck, I find myself doubting so many times; in the past, in my present and I'll take my word for it - in my future. I get insecure, at the littlest things, to the most obvious things.</div>
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I know there will be gossip in my reality, I know there will be petty comments and mockery. I know there will be judgment and hateful comments. I know there will be that.</div>
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But that's the risk I have to take.</div>
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That's the risk I want to take.</div>
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That's the risk I choose to take.</div>
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They say falling in love comes with having your heart broken;</div>
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I think that's very much like life.</div>
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In every success, there will be a failure.</div>
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In every good, there is a bad.</div>
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In every love, there is a hate.</div>
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In every similarity, there will be a difference.</div>
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I may have people I can call my youtube family one day, and I may also have people who are far from that.</div>
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But this I predict, in any of my failure or success in terms of me starting this journey:</div>
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It will break me;</div>
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my pride, my heart, my security.</div>
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but in all things, I will always, always return to the one who gives me hope and trust, in whom my soul is secured.</div>
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I look forward to begin this journey, I'm excited, nervous and anticipating.</div>
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From the bottom of my heart, I want to thank you for supporting me.</div>
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My first share of my youtube video on facebook/instagram, my friends have been super supportive. I'm so blessed. Thank you for encouraging me.</div>
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To those who don't know me but said/thought nice things about it,</div>
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Thank you (: It means a lot to me.</div>
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Love, love, love.</div>
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Chelsea ;http://www.blogger.com/profile/15797228045063553512noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5497709862048103303.post-2326978265624446392015-11-15T04:53:00.000-08:002015-11-15T04:53:17.229-08:00Shatters<br />
The world is in fragments.<br />
Broken pieces scattered, souls lost.<br />
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Death is inevitable, we all know.<br />
It is time that toys with us like a fool.<br />
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<i>play.</i><br />
Time runs ahead, accelerating, speeding,<br />
far out of our reach - we're lost.<br />
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Lost in the moment.<br />
Lost in the items we create with our hands.<br />
Lost in our own image.<br />
Lost in ourselves.<br />
We're all just lost.<br />
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<i>pause.</i><br />
Ineffective.<br />
What we long to freeze for our own benefit has a limit.<br />
It's all temporary.<br />
Fame, fortune, brands, labels, systems, power..<br />
they can only last so long.<br />
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<i>forward.</i><br />
The tragedy hits unexpectedly.<br />
The earth turns against us, humanity is distorted;<br />
the cycle of destroying and being destroyed is relentless.<br />
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<i>rewind.</i><br />
The mourning begins.<br />
The sympathy, consolation and kindness becomes apparent.<br />
The memories remembered, the people appreciated.<br />
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What's terrifying about death isn't dying in itself,<br />
it's not knowing when death is approaching - for loved ones or even yourself.<br />
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It's sudden, death confronts often unprepared.<br />
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Perhaps that makes letting go harder.<br />
Because you would've used time for the better,<br />
rather than letting it fool us.<br />
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It's a scary thought.<br />
To think that you're saving for your future, only to know your future isn't worth 'saving' for.<br />
If death were to approach, would the way you run your life be any different?<br />
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"Of course" - you may think,<br />
then why do we hold tight the qualifications, connections, labels, titles, power, and wealth?<br />
Because death is approaching and will approach.<br />
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It's just a matter of time.Chelsea ;http://www.blogger.com/profile/15797228045063553512noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5497709862048103303.post-61777407326821873212015-10-11T02:14:00.002-07:002015-10-11T02:14:23.460-07:00Second home - Adjusted - Part 3<div style="text-align: center;">
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Around 6 months + back, and it sure is better!</div>
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Like all my previous transfers, the first few months were crap.</div>
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I remember hating my first 3 months back in KK, and had a really hard time for my first 5 months back in NZ. But now, all is well;<br />
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The last term has been rather eventful! I had the opportunity to work different jobs, make better friendships, reunite with old mates properly, found a better group of friends at school and so forth!<br />
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Below are the updates from the last 3 months. We shall start with food photos!<br />
(Camp will be on a different post)<br />
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Let's begin!</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">dessert is cold stone ice cream with Judy at Mellow!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Quick sushi meal in between work from Sushi Pac!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Fettuccine and Carbonara from Eliot's Stables!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Tater tots and cheesecakes from Frasers!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">More cheesecakes from Frasers! I had the one on the right, Baileys cheesecake with whipped cream!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">More sushi pac for lunch!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Banoffee Pie from Celsius!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">expensive chocolate from Tach hehe</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Massive portion of kebab on rice at Kebab stall from Mt Eden!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Beef slice noodles from Shao lin!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Chinese pancake (that tastes like roti canai) from Shao Lin!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lamb dumplings from Shao Lin!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Dark Chocolate pancake from No1 Pancake! SO good!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">More sushi pac sushi ft chocolate pancake at the back!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bannsang Wine pork ssamgyupsal</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">$5 kebab on rice yeh</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">vietnamese rolls!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Chicken cutlet on noodles from Jstea!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We have another friend, but she doesn't take photos :'(</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">So she took it for us instead!</td></tr>
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Before and After for OCF's Soiree - makeup done by Tach with The Body shop make up!</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Surprise gift from Abi!! She wrote on the front/back of all the cards!! So Sweet of her :')</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">compulsory photo at the entrance - with Helen!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My beautiful table : Helen, Bertha, myself, Judy, Kenny, Rachel and Pauline; excluding Charlotte</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Judy, Rachel, myself, Bertha and Helen!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">with the young ones (Helen, Marco and I not included)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">BOTANY (old college) DOWNS REPRESENT :)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Helen, Karis, Cindy, Kenny, Terence, Marco, Isaac, Charlotte, Ivan and Judy!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">with Kenny :D</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">With Judy!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">With Aimee!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Post-formal: twinning in stripeys!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">With Ingrid!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">gorgeous girls!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Got an award for my charisma :D</td></tr>
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So Connect Formal was a blast, ended up going to Kenny's for post-formal and had a mean as time with a bunch of them; Stayed over 'till 4am and headed to Rachel's after for a sleepover. We couldn't get enough of everyone so decided to meet up the next day for yum cha brunch, spent the entire day talking in a smaller group, went for dinner at Celsius and ended the day with supper with Vincent and Helen! A great weekend indeed!</div>
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Loved how we connected so much, we made a Formal group consisting of Marco, Vincent, Kenny, Rachel, Helen and I!</div>
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<u>Julius' (and Kelvin's) graduation:</u></div>
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Went to a fancy Jap place for dinner, was so yum!!</div>
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Chelsea ;http://www.blogger.com/profile/15797228045063553512noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5497709862048103303.post-69034119465611593002015-10-11T01:31:00.000-07:002015-10-11T01:31:50.243-07:00For the oppressed<div style="text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: #555555; font-family: Open Sans, Arial, Century gothic, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: #faf9f6;">My heart is bitter, my tears are for you.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #555555; font-family: Open Sans, Arial, Century gothic, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: #faf9f6;">In my life, in the world I live in, I have not felt the pain you felt.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #555555; font-family: Open Sans, Arial, Century gothic, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: #faf9f6;">I wouldn't know your loss. I couldn't relate to your difficulties.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #555555; font-family: Open Sans, Arial, Century gothic, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: #faf9f6;">I cannot put myself in your place, I cannot degrade your concerns.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #555555; font-family: Open Sans, Arial, Century gothic, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: #faf9f6;">I can't imagine living where you are, I can't feel the fear you feel.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #555555; font-family: Open Sans, Arial, Century gothic, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: #faf9f6;">I don't have the courage you're left with, I don't have your place to know.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #555555; font-family: Open Sans, Arial, Century gothic, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: #faf9f6;">But my heart weighs heavy for your story.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #555555; font-family: Open Sans, Arial, Century gothic, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: #faf9f6;">My heart is torn at the sight of your weariness and trauma.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #555555; font-family: Open Sans, Arial, Century gothic, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: #faf9f6;">Many girls, women and men, are captured, tortured, abused and raped daily.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #555555; font-family: Open Sans, Arial, Century gothic, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: #faf9f6;">I watched a <a href="https://cpnagasaki.wordpress.com/2015/08/13/now-isis-makes-rape-part-of-its-religious-doctrine-claiming-that-the-koran-condones-and-encourages-attacking-women-if-they-are-not-muslims/" target="_blank">video</a> regarding the Yazidi women that were enslaved by the ISIS.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #555555; font-family: Open Sans, Arial, Century gothic, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: #faf9f6;">I am deeply distressed for them.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #555555; font-family: Open Sans, Arial, Century gothic, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: #faf9f6;">I am really really upset at this.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #555555; font-family: Open Sans, Arial, Century gothic, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: #faf9f6;">I am truly brokenhearted, I am disappointed;</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #555555; font-family: Open Sans, Arial, Century gothic, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: #faf9f6;"><br /></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #555555; font-family: Open Sans, Arial, Century gothic, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: #faf9f6;">I long to speak out for those who don't have a voice, but I don't have a platform to begin.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #555555; font-family: Open Sans, Arial, Century gothic, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: #faf9f6;">I suppose I fear being alone, I fear the ignorance of people.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #555555; font-family: Open Sans, Arial, Century gothic, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: #faf9f6;">A few days ago, the topic of ISIS came up in a conversation between me and a few classmates. One of them was a Muslim. She's very innocent, but very ignorant.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #555555; font-family: Open Sans, Arial, Century gothic, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: #faf9f6;"><br /></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #555555; font-family: Open Sans, Arial, Century gothic, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: #faf9f6;">Upon bringing up the subject of the ISIS, she said it was made up, and that they're not real, etc. When I mentioned human trafficking, she said 'can we please not talk about this? It doesn't have anything to do with us.' She seemed disturbed by the topic, but not in the way she should be. </span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #555555; font-family: Open Sans, Arial, Century gothic, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: #faf9f6;"><br /></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #555555; font-family: Open Sans, Arial, Century gothic, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: #faf9f6;">I've mentioned the topic of human trafficking to my other friends previously. It seems like no one knows what it is. Maybe it's due to the fact that New Zealand is a liberated country, or maybe this generation doesn't have a care about what's outside their own world or maybe it's those who know but don't do anything about it.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #555555; font-family: Open Sans, Arial, Century gothic, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: #faf9f6;"><br /></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #555555; font-family: Open Sans, Arial, Century gothic, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: #faf9f6;">At this, I'm very appalled. I'm shocked to know that there are people who don't care and people who don't want to care.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #555555; font-family: Open Sans, Arial, Century gothic, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: #faf9f6;"><br /></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #555555; font-family: Open Sans, Arial, Century gothic, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: #faf9f6;">Human trafficking and persecution are two things that make me cry, but I admit, I forget about it too easily. I resume to my world that's free of such chains and distraught. This is why I'm disappointed - in myself, for being full of myself.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #555555; font-family: Open Sans, Arial, Century gothic, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: #faf9f6;"><br /></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #faf9f6; color: #555555; font-family: 'Open Sans', Arial, 'Century gothic', sans-serif;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">"The LORD also will be a stronghold for the oppressed, A stronghold in times of trouble;" - Psalm 9:9</span></b></span></div>
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