David (me la duh) vs Goliath

Sigh maybe social platforms really are a good way for people to express their undying interest in my life. Ie. people who take time out to strategically string their accusations and fling it at me (really, just keyboard warriors) oh wait notice, I used the word "accusations" and not "truths" cus there isn't a hint of it. Maybe, just maybe if you have walked in my shoes or you're the secret guardian angel that's right by my side 24/7, you'd have realized how erroneous your accusation of me "trying too hard to fit in" is.

Cus I'm Faith. Which means that I do not strive for popularity or force my way in any pops clique or even ANY clique for that matter because I believe that friends should come naturally, when you can click with someone and y'all can get along.

Oh back to the point about me trying to hang out with my popular friends. Errr which of my friend(s) is/are popular may I know?? As far as I'm concerned, I'm not in a clique of scene queens (nothing wrong with them) so helloooo are u saying that I'm unknowingly in a popular clique? Wow even i myself did not take notice of that fact. Who who!!

Oh and if you really want to know how I make friends, simple! Don't be a bitch k?

Take me further, faster, and not look back.

#throwback

If all these were to be on insta, id hashtag #throwbackisrael :'( okay maybe i will upload sometime soon..

anyway yes 2010. Seems like yesterday that im still 16, like my future is just a distant thought. When we were young we used to say ''when i grow up i wna be..'' ''when i grow up i wna own/buy/live like...'' im 19, and it sure seems like im still young enough to draw up visions for my future. But am i not near that point of being a grown up? Its such a scary realisation that im reaching adulthood and its almost as if im no longer qualified to dream of the way i want my future to be because really, im too old. Too old to undo whatever mistakes i made that led me here, too old to redirect my routes in hope of redeeming myself, too old for ''if onlys''. Nineteen is indeed a very confusing year of transition. Just last year i painted a perfect picture of my route ahead, and just last year i was under the sheltered and structured school system wearing a uniform as my outfit of the day, daily.

But well, that's life isnt it? Nothing will ever go according to our plan, albeit the pressing desire for it to. But herein i must mention how thankful im, to carry on breathing everyday with the knowledge that my God has the final move, because its my life for Him. And here too, i must add that this slightly depressed/overly disappointed side of me has shrunk back into that very dark pot hole and yes, im still cheerful faiffy with many thoughts swimming around on a daily basis.

i have come to a realisation that im indeed very rich. I have a wonderful family that i love, and too, loves me unconditionally even though the youngest does get marginalised from time to time. And needless to say, i have an amazing set of friends that stuck with me throughout, and my Godly council that never fail to point me back to the one thing needful. All in all, these intangible aspects of my life are truly manifested blessings that is increasing slowly but surely from 30 fold to 60 and slowly to the hundred fold. im so blessed, and so rich (not money if u still dont get it)  in all these. What more can i ask for?

i will keep trusting. Though grace may be slow, in my case, but i know that its always on time.


and yes, hit me up! http://ask.fm/faithgloria

what is this, this feeling of inadequacy. this feeling of nothingness creeping up from all sides coming at me in every direction.
what is this, this myriad of feelings mashed up together forming a cloud of confusion like the morning fog blurring out your vision.

maybe im only an animation.

or atleast i feel like one.

why would i invest in a time bomb, a lost cause, an unattainable dream. why was i given the privilege to experience that momentary satisfaction of living a dream only to have it vanish in a blink of an eye. Just like that, forever gone. Forever.

The bigger question is, why did i. Why did i knowingly dig up my own pit hole and dive straight down.
Maybe 3 years down the road i'd realise that these ''whys'' didnt matter, or the 18year old me along with her choices chained to the consequences didnt matter. Then and again, hasn't my life always been a series of realistically unimportant crushed dreams so really, why am i surprised.

heart skipped a beat

I spent my friday going on a dinner with pesdy, (tq for the dessert treat) followed by chillin killin' time @ acid bar with my girls and went home to catch up on pretty little liars. [HOW CAN MONA BE A?!] she isnt even like all powerful or anything and they didnt even explain how or why she was A/ managed to haunt everyone etc (minus like 10 brownie pts for season 2 ending )

Oh and i visited the zoo with my parents on a very sunny saturday morning. The sole reason for my trip there was to see my qt penguins!! and guess what.. they moved them to river safari cus the zoo's pengiun site is under renovation (?!?!?) that would mean that yes, i made a wasted trip down. Owells, gotta wait for 2 more months before i get to see my penguin buddies in melbourne.

And finally resurrection sunday -church/family day :')

its 1st of april its 1st or april its 1st of april sooo its april fools day!! Alright i know my boredom seems to be driving me up the wall but its the last week of work o m g can anyone feel my excitement?! no more waking up at 6.50am every weekday no more sleeping at 12/as early as possible no more ditching of late night plans in the middle of the week like ladies night no more.. together with the bonus hours i have in the middle of the day to do my reading and watching (dramas) oh i cant wait for this friday already.

anyways, i joined the club so hit me up! yes i will be friendly with my answers
 http://ask.fm/faithgloria

once a saint, always a saint

Here's memory lane no.2

''You are not here by chance'' are the exact words that would greet you the moment you step into the college. And im proud to say that the school has really made that tag line a truth for most (me atleast) of us. Sure, junior college life would suck pretty much with the demands of your time brains commitment and just about everything you have to offer. But i guess its safe to say that sa has been the best choice, so much so i wish i could go back and start j2 all over again. ha ha okay just saying. 

Like everyone else, im sure what made our time worthwhile was the company friends events and experiences that we walked through and with whom for that matter. Here i present, the 'original osm group'

 ofcourse with lucius as the only guy. Tho sadly we kinda... ''disbanded'' if you wna put it that way


And here's the weekly gatherings after err CTs/MSAs where we bring retardedness to a whole new level. ie-shouting ''i wna swimmm'' and have a half drunken rushing towards the pool and a group of sober people rushing there as well to pull her back. ha ha ha

Nice moments in school

and the cca that made me realise what heartbreak and inadequacy means (still,i love my team alot and thats for sure)

moments outta school

and yes there are many more photos ofcourse but i figured these few will suffice

My best friend once said that i should be the spokesperson for sajc since im so patriotic anddddd i kinda agree[ ;) ] there's just something about my time there that made me enjoy school so much. Starting from the orientation shy period where everyone was just trying to know all the different people, the eye candies, to the gossips and judging, and finally to everyone being friends. Im so thankful that most in 94 batch are simply outgoing and accepting (unlike the current..) and everyone's just friends with everyone at the end of the day, with none striving towards the route of popularity as it would often land them in the state of being all infamous and hated. Also from the daily routine of lectures and tutorials to the season period where everyone would display maximum saints spirit, evident in the support of like soccer and hockey matches, to the alvl period where everyone just mug..and mug.. and mug.. even the mugging period was enjoyable, considering the usuals at the school library like faheem andre shawn and co disturbing me from my sleep, or julian and natwong who will solve my math sums for me, or just sherlyn and i (with my successful attempts at preventing her from concentrating). School was like my second home and my locker was my room.

kinda miss receiving random texts from my friends that goes like ''faith! lend me your hoodie k'' or ''faith!! i eat your oreos/cupnoodles ah'' or ''ehh i took your soap and shampoo'' since yknow.. sherlyn and i shared a locker that was so blessed to have the lock malfunctioning and i happen to be the mother of all wonders having my locker filled with all the essentials..

i thank God too, for a lovely class of 11A06, especially people like annabel who's always there, being the serious and determined one while i constantly tell her to chill and sleep or errr eat ice cream haha but still, really thankful to have her in class. sucha a bundle of joy with the bimbotic actions and laughter :') and syafiq, my straight As class chairman/ any girl's best friend for being the (another) serious one whom i can seek help from anytime. Not forgetting the existence of the rest of the class ofcourse, as they truely are a lovely bunch to be with.

I cant be any more grateful to be placed in st andrew's, and i would never want to trade that with any other colleges.