besties.
after a long time of singspiration at istana park! (:
my cousins=D
stronghold (:
noisemakers.
jie vic.
hmm. it's been quite some time.maybe not, but there're just a lot of thoughts
flowing through my mind.
why does good things come to an end
dota-ed till 3 plus last night,
prepared ss worship then slept at 4.
was dead tired.
you see, it's the time of the month where you start
having weird thoughts.
not weird, maybe what i should say,
getting hit by realism.
seeds of reality started planting in me.
all these while, it only struck me now that
whatever im doing is actually wrong.
& i cant and shouldnt continue in this awry.
You alone, are God of all& with all I am, my soul will bless Your name.
ooh people, jap buffet is damn good at suntec, level 4 (:
went there on thurs. then met benster and nat for
Letters from Iwo Jima! average show i would rate.
ooh, we went shopping before that! haha
after the movie was pool at cuppage plaza,
then lan. had a good time catching up.
i feel so unattached.
then again, it's not a bad thing.
i've been too over reliant on humans,
it's time to make it on my own.
have a life, live it.
it's time to make a move, tab.
it's gonna be 17 years soon,
dont be too late.
after the service just now,
someone came up to me.
saying this and that.
i dont know why, but i just felt like crying after that,
like it's all my fault.
then, i asked so-and-so for help.
help yourself
was what i got.
dang! it felt like an indirect slap to my face.
i wanted to find a place to just bury myself.
i just felt so downcast, unwanted and useless.
indescribable.
anyway i couldnt, cos i had to prepare worship anyhow.
i was just so stressed.
im really sorry to all.
i know im not that-good-musician,
so please stop pressurizing me like im mrs know-it-all.
cuz im not.
ARGH. i really hate this you know.
i feel really bad.
& i dont know why i keep covering them up
with all those superficial smiles and gestures.
deep inside, you know my weaknesses, o Lord.
& only you know. make them my strengths o God i pray.
and that's the story of the heart; at
10:41 PM
besties.
after a long time of singspiration at istana park! (:
my cousins=D
stronghold (:
noisemakers.
jie vic.
hmm. it's been quite some time.maybe not, but there're just a lot of thoughts
flowing through my mind.
why does good things come to an end
dota-ed till 3 plus last night,
prepared ss worship then slept at 4.
was dead tired.
you see, it's the time of the month where you start
having weird thoughts.
not weird, maybe what i should say,
getting hit by realism.
seeds of reality started planting in me.
all these while, it only struck me now that
whatever im doing is actually wrong.
& i cant and shouldnt continue in this awry.
You alone, are God of all& with all I am, my soul will bless Your name.
ooh people, jap buffet is damn good at suntec, level 4 (:
went there on thurs. then met benster and nat for
Letters from Iwo Jima! average show i would rate.
ooh, we went shopping before that! haha
after the movie was pool at cuppage plaza,
then lan. had a good time catching up.
i feel so unattached.
then again, it's not a bad thing.
i've been too over reliant on humans,
it's time to make it on my own.
have a life, live it.
it's time to make a move, tab.
it's gonna be 17 years soon,
dont be too late.
after the service just now,
someone came up to me.
saying this and that.
i dont know why, but i just felt like crying after that,
like it's all my fault.
then, i asked so-and-so for help.
help yourself
was what i got.
dang! it felt like an indirect slap to my face.
i wanted to find a place to just bury myself.
i just felt so downcast, unwanted and useless.
indescribable.
anyway i couldnt, cos i had to prepare worship anyhow.
i was just so stressed.
im really sorry to all.
i know im not that-good-musician,
so please stop pressurizing me like im mrs know-it-all.
cuz im not.
ARGH. i really hate this you know.
i feel really bad.
& i dont know why i keep covering them up
with all those superficial smiles and gestures.
deep inside, you know my weaknesses, o Lord.
& only you know. make them my strengths o God i pray.
and the story ends like this; at
10:41 PM
