first latin performance today (: all dance performances are special but since it was my first latin one, it was extra special. (:

as always, the make up was cake-thick. and when we put on false lashes, half my world was covered, but oh well, it was fun (: oh, and we spent like 3 hours putting on make up and doing hair for a 2 minute performance. hahah

well, here's a pic of us junior girls (:

well, i just wanted to say, God's really cool.

whenever i think, like, really really think about how much God loves me, it's just too much. i feel really blown away.

why does He love me so much!!!!
just because.

anyway, just a random thought. i really liked what esther was sharing that people don't belong to you, and they never will. You can't own friends, or lovers, or family, or husbands and wives. that's a really cool thought. i think we all sort of know that, but we act as though we own them anyway. haha. They all belong to God, and we never really learn to love them properly if we're busy trying to keep them. that's pretty cool. esther is cool, soo wei jie is cool too. (:


but God's the coolest!

Demain, dès l'aube


Demain, dès l'aube, à l'heure où blanchit la campagne,
Je partirai. Vois-tu, je sais que tu m'attends.
J'irai par la forêt, j'irai par la montagne.
Je ne puis demeurer loin de toi plus longtemps.

Je marcherai les yeux fixés sur mes pensées,
Sans rien voir au dehors, sans entendre aucun bruit,
Seul, inconnu, le dos courbé, les mains croisées,
Triste, et le jour pour moi sera comme la nuit.

Je ne regarderai ni l'or du soir qui tombe,
Ni les voiles au loin descendant vers Harfleur,
Et quand j'arriverai, je mettrai sur ta tombe
Un bouquet de houx vert et de bruyère en fleur.


-Victor Hugo

怎么了,你累了,说好的幸福呢
我懂了,不说了, 爱淡了, 梦远了, 我都还记得
你冷了, 倦了, 我哭了

你不等了,说好的幸福呢?

Somewhere out there, beneath the pale moonlight

The Most Beautiful Heart

One day a young man was standing in the middle of the town proclaiming that he had the most beautiful heart in the whole valley. A large crowd gathered and they all admired his heart for it was perfect. There was not a mark or a flaw in it. Yes, they all agreed it truly was the most beautiful heart they had ever seen. The young man was very proud and boasted more loudly about his beautiful heart.

Suddenly, an old man appeared at the front of the crowd and said, "Why your heart is not nearly as beautiful as mine." The crowd and the young man looked at the old man's heart. It was beating strongly, but full of scars, it had places where pieces had been removed and other pieces put in, but they didn't fit quite right and there were several jagged edges. In fact, in some places there were deep gouges where whole pieces were missing.

The people stared - "How can he say his heart is more beautiful?" they thought. The young man looked at the old man's heart and saw its state and laughed. "You must be joking," he said. "Compare your heart with mine, mine is perfect and yours is a mess of scars and tears." "Yes," said the old man, "Yours is perfect looking but I would never trade with you. You see, every scar represents a person to whom I have given my love - I tear out a piece of my heart and give it to them, and often they give me a piece of their heart which fits into the empty place in my heart, but because the pieces aren't exact, I have some rough edges, which I cherish, because they remind me of the love we shared. Sometimes I have given pieces of my heart away, and the other person hasn't returned a piece of his heart to me. These are the empty gouges - giving love is taking a chance. Although these gouges are painful, they stay open, reminding me of the love I have for these people too, and I hope someday they may return and fill the space I have waiting. So now do you see what true beauty is?

"The young man stood silently with tears running down his cheeks. He walked up to the old man, reached into his perfect young and beautiful heart, and ripped a piece out. He offered it to the old man with trembling hands. The old man took his offering, placed it in his heart and then took a piece from his old scarred heart and placed it in the wound in the young man's heart. It fit, but not perfectly, as there were some jagged edges. The young man looked at his heart, not perfect anymore but more beautiful than ever, since love from the old man's heart flowed into his. They embraced and walked away side by side.

- Author Unknown