Deborah Chew

this poem is the result of too much free time and my period coming up so just read it without judging thx I've known you for years. first day, white shirt, a shoulder on the wall. you caught my eye. you formed a complicated relationship with the girl next door i formed a typical relationship with the boy next door i heard and supported both parties till the end u made me laugh and forget about him our memories together are sporadic and random we live largely separate lives lies and laughs made you a phantom you were a mystery i accepted closed an eye to the truth u neglected fun and games with the other guy a bunch of things u said and did previous ideas of u i struggled to apply still at this point i could have left unshaken then u stayed and i was mistaken we talked about a subject i love the most it really wasn't much, more of opaque to translucent yet that little honesty completely disarmed me u allowed me a peek at your heart i mean we did talk a

People worship beauty. Girls all over the world try to look a certain way, be skinny, look pretty. Pretty girls on instagram get 9935987025 likes for being a pretty face (or having a hot bod) Sometimes it seems that good-looking people have everything going for them. Right? Wrong. To all my fellow average looking girls, let me tell you why being average-looking is GREAT. 1. You don't have to deal with as many fake friends. Ok I don't know how true this actually is, but my logic is this. From what I've noticed from my pretty friends, they are either super popular, get loads of guys wanting to be friends with them for the possibility of BGR (boy-girl relationship), or both. So they get girls wanting to be their friends just so that they can be friends with someone popular, and they get guys pretending to be friends but are actually chasing them for their looks. Then all these good-looking people (let's refer to them as GLP), have to sift through all these fake fr

I'm a greedy pig. Not only referring to the glutton connotation of this statement... although that is partially true. I can honestly say that for about a month, I haven't gone a day without thinking about cheesy wedges or the loaded potato bowl from KFC. But putting food aside,  wait deb can do that? I'm also a greedy pig when it comes to what I want in life. The 16 personalities website states this quite well for me. I highly recommend you take the test and read up on your personality type. You'll probably be surprised at the accurancy of some of the statements. (Here's the link  for my personality type, you can take the test by clicking the 'take the test' tab on the top left.) This is what the ENFP (me) outlook on life is: “Can't I fly helicopters AND be an oceanographer who writes songs and cooks?” It's a big world out there – perhaps even a little too big. ENFPs are fascinated by new ideas, both in terms of developments in fields t

Let's talk about a subject you probably won't be expecting from me. Crushes. Coming to think of it, the name given them fits their role perfectly. They crush your heart. They crush your soul. They crush your life. Crushes. The longest crush I had lasted about 2 years. My average crush lasts about 3 months. I'm not sure how long people normally crush on someone, however in my opinion, my crushes last way . too. long. The severity of the symptoms of a crush vary from person to person, but these are my symptoms: 1. I'm constantly on a look-out for them.     Or in real, authentic terms, I'm on stalker-mode. Let's say he's in my church. The minute I step in, my eyes go over the congregation. "Where is he?" my mind wonders. Once I spot him, that's when the glancing-every-10-seconds commences. Occasionally I'll realise that we're making eye contact, which is terrible because he probably thinks I am stalking him. Which I am not. Any

It's only the 4th day of the year and I'm already writing the second blog post of the year..???  No way..???  Yes way.  This is because something happened today that was special. I would normally write this in my diary for myself to remember. However. typing is a lot easier, and I hope I get to encourage some of you through this post as well.  On Monday nights every week, there are a bunch of Christians who come together from different churches with the intention of showing God's love and healing power to people on the streets. I've attended about 4 times before today. Today I wasn't super keen on going, as I didn't feel spiritually high or anything as I hadn't spent much time in prayer with God, or reading the bible. My brother had asked me to go though, I had no valid excuse to not go, I hate letting him down, and if I had stayed home I knew I would not have done much anyway... ...so I went.  We split off into teams, like they normally d