so who am i, and what am i doing on a blog?

Before I start with a series of very long, hopefully readable accounts of my walk with God (and other small insignificant things that I will, at certain points in my vivacious life, feel the need to share with you, and then later realise that I really didn't have to. Things like what I ate for breakfast, goals, shoe size... you get the point.), I think it's probably important that you know who I am."For we are God's workmanship, created in Christ Jesus to do good works, which God prepared in advance for us to do." - Ephesians 2:10
 My identity is in Him, a fact that I took pretty long to discover. A little bit of (very short) history: From young, I had this terrible preoccupation with the concept of identity, and trying to form my own unique cocktail of character traits and habits that would set me distinctly apart from everyone else. At the age of 5, I had my mom (who I affectionally call The Mothership) tie my fine, nearly non-existent hair into about seven braids all over my head. Yes, there was a short period of time where I tried desperately to be like everyone else (down to the handwriting!), but it was, as mentioned earlier... short-lived. I've always had this flair and hunger to be different, and I attribute it almost fully to who my dad (who I call Dadman) is. People have always defined who I am based on what he already is. When I tell people I'm studying theatre in an arts school, they almost always respond along the lines of, "oh! Drama! Just like your dad!" And of course, in my mind, I'm thinking, no, not just like my dad. I'm doing art in a way that he never has, and never will. Why would I, as an artist, want to do exactly what someone else already has? But because saying that would be marginally rude, my usual response is, "yeah". (I'll take this opportunity to allude to the fact that I am not as cocky an artist as I was before... and that the arts may not even be something I hope to pursue.) I think because people always gave me this kind of denotation, I tried to find my own connotation elsewhere. It was only recently (the end of 2012... like really the end... like December...) that I realised that I didn't have to be afraid of becoming who my dad already was. My identity isn't in my earthly father; it's in my Heavenly Father.
Having said that, I guess there's a few quirks and things I'd like to share anyway.

1. My name is Gabbi Wenyi Ayane Virk (but I'll go by Gabbi, Ayane, Wenyi, Gob Gob... There's a lot of things that I will respond to, actually. If you can find a name that you would like to hear me respond to, you can probably count on it becoming one of my many aliases.). "Gabbi" is short for the Hebrew name "Gabrielle", which means "God is my might" (AMEN.), but "Gabbi" happens to mean "chatty", which is also highly appropriate. "Wenyi" or "文怡" is my Chinese name, which my mom likes to say means "refined harmony", but honestly there's a vast array of meanings that it could have. "Ayane" or "彩音" is my Japanese name, which means "colourful sound". I picked it just before I got my IC in an attempt to exercise racial equality... And I thought its meaning was poetic, and it looked pretty. (What I didn't consider was that Singaporeans seem to get a kick out of pronouncing it aiyah-neh... which, technically speaking... isn't actually a wrong pronounciation.)
2. I'm turning sixteen this year (my mother's first reaction to this revelation was: "this year you can watch NC16 movies!")
3. My mother is pregnant (I'll admit, that's not reaaally a fact about me, but it's something I'm really happy about and I'd like to share anyhow. It's kind of strange because of the tremendous age gap, but I'm excited, and I know God's got a reason for this!)
4. I have a brother who's twelve this year, and he is... the best. Ever.
5. I have a strong affinity for cake (and words. And the smell of books.), my mom gets pretty nervous about it. She's under the impression that I will become diabetic. I'm under the impression that she's right.
6. I'm Chinese-Indian-Japanese. I used to use this an excuse for being racist... which is, for the record, pretty terrible. Nowadays, it's an excuse to be extremely sensitive to racist comments and it does help to keep me grounded.
7. My favourite number is 27. Probably because that's my birthday, but you have to admit that it's a very pretty-looking number. I get... unusually excited when I see it on page numbers and license plates and anything else that decides to flaunt it.
8. I like lefty smileyfaces and I don't like emoji. It's not a very important thing about me, but I figure it's useful to know... somehow...
9. I'm trying to do ten things about myself. So. Number Nine. Hmm... I'm a very passionate person in that if I put my mind to someone or something, I'll really give it 200%.
10. I have a really short attention span. So whatever it was that I was giving 200% to, I won't be giving to for very long (and I continue to pray that this hasn't & will not be the case in my spiritual life & lifelong conversation with God!)

P.S.: An explanation of the URL, heh. Selah (or is a musical term found throughout the Bible, and its meaning remains slightly ambiguous, because it's such a God-defined word that effective translation just isn't possible. Some attempts at defining it in English are "stop, and think of that". I guess you could say that it is the "Amen" of music! And so my URL is a play on words, it's meant to sound like "just say lah" because this blog is going to be pretty full of things that I am going to say that... will be slightly long-winded and repetitive (BUT that's only because of the excitement & joy I have to share these moments & excerpts of my life with you!). I know it's a little bit lame, and is only barely a pun, but... you know. I tried. Anyway (:
You'll end up knowing a whole lot more about me, I think, and what God thinks of me too, I suppose. I hope that the little things I post on here will help you (and me) along with your (and my) walk with God. God bless you, He loves you very, very much (:
Have a good life!
Gabbi