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delphine/addie
21 January 2014 @ 10:43 pm
Livejournal has finally failed me. with hardly anyone else left on this platform, I'm migrating to wordpress, really like the minimalistic features there, and the user friendly interface.

It was good while it lasted, crafted many memories sounding this online platform, meeting new friends which I still talk to occasionally today. So, I'm leaving this site here, so I know I can always come back and relive the high school days documented in this place.

So if you're interested (if you're even reading this) to visit my new site, here's a link:
http://forthandforever.wordpress.com/
 
 
delphine/addie
21 January 2014 @ 09:30 pm
photo credit: _delphinium

I have always been more of a tea person, although I do appreciate a strong dose of cappuccino or a good frappe from the local coffee joint/coffee machine at home.

One of the first things that I got when I moved onto campus, was 2 good canisters of TWG tea - one of the best, if I do say so myself. Their French Earl Grey quickly made its way onto my top drinks of choice (together with English Breakfast Tea Latte from the Coffeebean & Tea Leaf franchise, and Lavender Earl Grey Latte).

Recently, a friend gifted me sachets of Rooibus tea, souvenir from her trip to South Africa.

And what better day to try it than today, when I'm feeling under the weather and my nose has been a leaky tap all day.

While sipping my very delicious new tea (thanks Iffah!), I Googled the benefits of Rooibus tea, and found out that it has antioxidant properties, and is known for treating fever and eczema.

Jackpot! 
 
 
delphine/addie
13 January 2014 @ 11:12 pm
Today was a juxtaposition.

It is the official first day of the academic semester, and the start of my (most likely) final year in university. I spent it with people whom I started out my first year with, people who had been a part of a beautiful past - a time where you were accepted without judgement and despite all your weird quirks and flaws. Nowadays, people in this building just seem ever critical, ever judgmental, and ever unwilling to step out of their comfort zones to get to know a stranger. Back then, we all started out without knowing anyone in this building, we were forced to move in with hundreds of strangers. But because everyone started on a clean slate, there were no preformed social barriers.

Three years later, that clean-slate magic has gone.

In my final semester staying in this building with hundreds of other people I barely know, I'm going to treasure the remaining time with people who are still here. And create memories I will think fondly of when I look back years from now.

#365thankgiving: for the time spent and endless laughter shared with friends who don't judge
 
 
delphine/addie
09 January 2014 @ 12:40 am
My last few hours of 2013 and the first few hours of 2014 were spent in a church, listening to testimony after testimony. It was a wonderful way to end the year, hearing from people who were thankful for God's faithfulness for their past year. It made me want to make my 2014 count for Him.

The end of 2013 could be summed with the word 'relationships'. The few weeks, and the Christmas period, was spent with some of the people who mattered most to me. I also had to re-define a few relationships, setting things right for the coming year ahead.

2014 will be a year of faith (I hope). With greater commitments in university life, and hopefully I will emerge at the end of the year stronger and more confident. I want to build new meaningful relationships, and strengthen old ones. I want to spend more time creating things - music, baked goods, craft. Yet still find the time to dedicate to my studies. With graduation looming over me, I want to enjoy this final year in university, and figure out what I want to do with the rest of my life. I can't even begin....

In a way, 2014 hasn't really started for me. 2013 seemed way too short, and I wasn't ready.

But if there's one thing, I want this year to be different from all the rest. Let this be the best year yet.

Tomorrow, I shall start afresh. 
 
 
delphine/addie
15 December 2013 @ 03:01 am
Today, December 14th, marks the start of a new beginning for us.

Don't know what to say about it, or feel about it. But I know it's for the better.

Right now, just need to reorganise my life... Stop procrastinating, and start being serious. 
 
 
 
delphine/addie
11 April 2013 @ 08:57 pm
“When it’s over, I want to say: all my life

I was a bride married to amazement.

I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms.

When it’s over, I don’t want to wonder

if I have made of my life something particular, and real.

I don’t want to find myself sighing and frightened,

or full of argument.

I don’t want to end up simply having visited this world.”


- A few lines from Mary Oliver’s “When Death Comes”
 
 
delphine/addie
24 November 2012 @ 07:28 pm
It's like living out life after the story, after the credits run and everyone goes home feeling warm and satisfied. The part between The End and the epilogue that cuts to ten years later where everyone comes back together from different walks of life with amazing stories to tell and you see how much they have achieved, how they have triumphed through what life has thrown at them.

This is the part where the hard work comes in, when life is doing the throwing. The part where after you pull through and you'll have a story to tell...

But no one ever mentioned how difficult and scary it would be.
 
 
delphine/addie
29 October 2012 @ 09:27 am
#001  
[one] Ecology presentation this afternoon. Feeling entirely unprepared, especially since I have only written out my script yesterday afternoon, and re-written about half of it at 2am last night. My team mates have actually worked on memorizing their own scripts, and while I am not one who believes in memorizing presentations word for word... I can't just wing it. 

[two] Need to find the passion for the dance which I do in the university again. I am taking dance lessons with the school on weekdays and outside during the weekends. However, the crazy pressures I face as an undergraduate is making me dread the days which I have to leave my dorm room and head to the dance studio on weekdays. The main reason I guess is because it has become a responsibility, more than going out of a true want to dance. Sitting on the executive committee of the dance club, I am under compulsion to attend classes twice a week. I don't know what I'm doing in the club anymore, and I want to find that passion to go for lessons again. 

[three] A tweet just appeared on my Twitter newsfeed, announcing that we are down to the last three weeks of the school term. This honestly scared me, because it's less than a month to the end of the semester, and final examinations are nearing. I actually have a pretty major test tomorrow which I am completely unprepared for because I have been so out of it last week, and been busy preparing for the upcoming presentation during my little free time over the weekends. 

[four] One thing I really enjoy though, is my commitments to the service club I am involved in. So blessed to be in a position to influence and make a difference to other people's lives. Also am incredibly incredibly thankful for all the people that I have met through the club. People so full of passion. 

[five] Despite all my qualms about life as an undergraduate, what I dread the most and what scares me most is probably the prospect of not being an undergraduate. Because we go back to the juncture of having to make another life-changing decision, probably the most important one of all. But I guess in life we will continually make decisions that are increasingly significant. Within the next decade of my life, I will probably have to decide on my lifetime career (because I do not see myself as the job-hopping kind, and my field of interests/specialization is pretty specific) and who to spend the rest of my life with. 

This reminds me of something which the pastor often mentions. He describes the decision of accepting Christ as the "most important decision of your life", more important than choosing who to marry. So, at least I can take assurance in the fact that whatever decisions I have to make from here on, the decision I made when I was thirteen-years-old will surpass it. 

  "I have told you these things, so that in me you may have peace. In this world you will have trouble.
But take heart! I have overcome the world." -John 16:33  
 
 
delphine/addie
11 August 2012 @ 02:06 am
A year ago, I was embarking on a new journey of my life -the journey as an undergraduate. Moving into my on-campus residence meant more than having a room all to myself for the first time in my life (having 3 siblings warranted roommates ever since I was a kid); it meant a new independence.

Being part of the pioneering batch of this residential college was the highlight of my freshman year. I came to love and rely on my incredible apartment mates and level mates. We lived, studied, laughed, played pranks and chocolate-partied together. We were, to put it simply, legendary.

Amidst the merry making and funfilled laughter, I managed to find pockets of solace. I remember many a afternoons when I would nap on the beds of my apartment mates in favour of my own. Sleeping in the bed of someone I trusted made me feel safe and protected -a feeling I subconsciously sought for.
But aside from my apartment mates, there was a greater source of solace and comfort that I found. Just across the eleventh floor was my 'private' study room and hiding place. I adored being in that room, loved its unique smell and sparse furnishing. Its inhabitant was tolerant enough to take in little ol' me who unceremoniously popped by on an almost daily basis. His presence also brought an additional sense of comfort, and could make me laugh even on a particularly gloomy day. I am shocked at how attached I had become to this new source of comfort and shelter in the span of a few short months. But I am also thankful, so thankful, for the part it played in my life.

However, with the waning days of the previous academic year, and as everyone moved home for the summer holidays, I had lost forever my newfound resting place. The start of the new semester is now around the corner, and new residents have moved in to occupy the rooms that I had become so attached to. Today, I tried to find a new resting place and a new wing to hide under, to no avail. Things had changed around here. Eventually, I had no choice but to retreat quietly into my own room, alone. It will take a while for me to adjust to this new paradigm, and I am not looking forward to each new step I have to take.

But change is the only constant, and that time stops for no one.

So, I will survive.
 
 
delphine/addie
25 July 2012 @ 03:26 am
"I dislike reading sometimes. It’s like a love hate relationship. Because I get so caught up with the world in it I want to be inside of it. And I have to beat myself back into reality that it’s not gonna be like that. Those characters only live in the head. It upsets me abit. That I can’t be in their world. Or rather, their world isn’t mine. So now I’m angst at things that can’t come true. Happens all the time."
-Maddie. 

The last 24 hours I will spend as a 20-year-old. And at this juncture, a couple of days since I read the final novella of Throne of Glass and a week before the UK release of the actual novel, it seems fitting that I should talk about my relationship with the fictional world. 

When I read the above quote, it felt like someone had finally been able to put my emotions into words. Reading as always been a major part of my life, since the times of Enid Blyton. I remember devouring the thick trilogy volume of The Faraway Tree day after day when I got home from elementary school, absorbed in the magical world. I remember volunteering my Black Beauty novel for surprise dictation in English class when I was ten, being one of the few people who actually carried a novel around in their school bags. I still remember the passage my teacher picked, up till today.
Back in high school, we used to secretly read under the desks during and between lessons. And I am still in love with how the neighbourhood library was my clique's daily hangout spot after school, a place where we spend hours quietly reading different books of the In Death series, stopping only to share funny quotes with each other. Of course, not to forget the plethora of inside jokes that revolved around the characters in the books we all adored. 

However, since I have entered university, I came to have lesser and lesser time for leisure reading. I hate it. It's probably the reason why I have become a little more angsty and reclusive lately. I feel that reading novels is the only time I truly experience love and hope and joy and faith and grieve and sorrow and adventure. The modern world seems so full of hedonistic  and idealistic pursuits that snuffle out all these rich emotions that make up a person. 
At the same time, I don't know if I should allow myself to grow out of the fictional world where everything ends in happily ever after. 

I don't know...

However unhealthy it may be, and however conflicted I may be, I don't think I will ever be able to give up the fictional world. The world where romance happens, and adventure is waiting around the corner. And as I transit into adulthood, I hope I don't lose sight of everything that is beautiful and magical. We are, afterall, the one and only Harry Potter generation.