Monday, June 29, 2015

The bill has been passed

It's not much of a surprise though, it was gonna happen sooner or later. I don't get what's the whole "OMG" reaction or some extreme negative reaction from the public. I mean, it's U.S., the country of free-will, rights and the sorts. If the majority of the Americans calls for it, the government won't be able to hold it off for long. (I guess due to the connotations involved with most gay couples..some would view the govt's approval of the bill as approval to the acts that are involved? It's bad for the govt cause they're supposed to take the moral high-ground.)

I get how as a Christian we might get upset at the fact that such a thing is happening. But how can you condemn the leaders who passed the bill when some of them may not even be Christians? How can you write a post and tell others that this is wrong when they may not be Christians and the things in the Bible will not make sense, will not apply to them? It is likened to the muslims being telling others that it is wrong to be eating non-halal food!

Weren't we told that sin is sin? No matter how big or small the sin? Yes, if our brother or sister fall into temptation and into sin, we should tell them what we see from the outside and they can decide for themselves whether they'd like to step out of sin or not.

Yes, we may feel that homosexuality is wrong but please do not go condemning the gay people. They do not deserve any hate because they are people. He is a person. She is a person. Do not tag them under homosexuality and categorise them as a topic that disgust you. They have feelings, they are just like you and me.

Pray for them, love them.
Hate the sin, love the sinner. (this is a very thin line)

Personally, I will never go homo or explore any part of that and I have a natural reaction to go yuck when I think about a guy-guy/girl-girl r/s (I'm not being judgemental I really have a natural reaction and get goose bumps and stuff). In the past, I didn't care for all this gay drama, I was all like ew no homo pls. But when you have a friend who is gay, that's when everything changes. You suddenly realise that this is someone I know and love and they are perfectly normal omg. And you get confused. Or maybe that's just me. I get confused all the time.

Monday, June 15, 2015

way back then

Hi guys,

I think reading my past blog posts are hilarious. The following is the first blogpost on my personal blog way back in beginning of 2009...


HELLO.

siwei here. like duh.



iambored.

thus, this has been created!
on 13th APRIL.
which is jolyn's birthday.



anyway,
there are TWO members in SFC! yay




I literally spam (enter). & I hardly remember stuff that actually happened back then omg! Also my style of writing is l-o-l worthy.

Sunday, June 14, 2015

All you had to do was


Stay

Hey, all you had to do was stay
Had me in the palm of your hand
Then why'd you have to go and lock me out when I let you in
Stay, hey, now you say you want it
Back now that it's just too late
Well, it could've been easy
All you had to do was stay


T swifty took the words right outta my mouth

Monday, June 08, 2015

3 months and 2 weeks into my exchange and...I finally fell sick. During my Hell Week. My last week from school. One week before my Finals Week.

Of course this happens to me. I always fall sick and the worst possible times ever. At least I don't have a fever or a sick-til-im-crying-and-literally-cant-get-out-of-bed thing (yes I've had this before, like 3 or 4 times in my whole 21 years). So I hardly fall really sick, like fever and all. But I do get the occasional common cold and I used to have a bout of morning sinus before (miraculously recovered due to my mum feeding me ginseng powder every single morning).

I remember this time when I was in secondary 3 or 4 and I had a really bad fever/body ache thing. I fell sick on a Friday night, spent Saturday and Sunday recovering, wondering why the hell did I not fall sick on Sunday so I can skip school. I had the most perfect attendance from Primary School all the way up to Junior College life.

But anyway, the few times that I fell sick there's always this constant - my mother. I remember when there was this time I feel really, really bad. Like total shit, but I didn't tell my mum how bad it was on the first day. She got me medicine and stuff but the next day I was just in bed and I was just like ughhhhhh. Then she was asking me how was I and I told her I feel really bad and she told me to always tell her what I am feeling (like how bad it is) because she's not me and she cannot tell. Which is so true. Lol I had a little revelation and was like oh yeah, no wonder I feel like she didn't care that I was sick. Cause she didn't know I was really sick.

So here I am, blowing my nose off, not knowing if I should skip class tomorrow. Sitting in bed, waiting for my 4pm meeting (I had to meet them online instead), and trying not to freak out on the fact that I may not have the common cold. I dare not see a doctor (well I don't usually see a doctor when I get the common cold unless I feel worse than shit) because what if I get MERS from a freaking hospital/clinic. And on top of it all, I just want my mum.

sadfjhlasdhg;ask I feel so damn bloody emotional and I was reading this book about this couple being parents and watching their kids grow up and having to let them go and stuff and I feel like a shitty daughter not feeling enough of what my parents feel. I bet sending me for exchange was a freaking huge step for them and I'm just like "f-yeah freedom!!!". Just because they don't express themselves doesn't mean they don't feel it. I should've known, I've grown up watching them not expressing themselves well.

Freaking epiphany man. I would be the shittiest daughter if something happened to me while I was overseas.

I will take care of myself and get well and you know, try not to get hurt.
XOXOXOXOXOXO love lovelovelvoeloveeeee,
your pretty daughter (who is also hilarious, over-active and an amazing driver)

I will prolly still end up doing stupid things thou (case in point: like slicing of a piece of skin on my finger in between the door knob)