Kings of Leon.

Dear diary,

hey. back from a nap.
feeling much much better now.

Much helped by the fact that next week i'm out on sugarloaf express!!! with raymond the cockster.
Plus having Katy Perry on your table is a mood-lifter any day right? (:
Having a mix of itunes and 98.7 aided too. GREAT SONGS RIGHT FROM THE START OF THE DAY.

starbucks almost totally ruined my day. hardly any starlight at all.
i just cant decide when to quit 'cos its damn weird to like quit a job?
no particular experience in this field at all.
lets just "jordin sparks" on this.

Cont on to work before going for a comfort jog! (:


With you. (:

Human.

Dear diary,

Story of my Life:

Compromise.


I hate that word. alot.
Somebody press delete. PLEASE.

Are we human or are we dancers.

Have a great day ahead.

:)

25 Minutes

Dear diary,

so here i am.
just done with a report which i oh-so-not enjoy.
Why?
'cos basically it took the whole of my Sunday.

and there is still the online quiz to attempt, the books to return, the uniform to be ironed, and i cant think already.
Still a zillion things to be done.

Shall just rest here momentarily before heading back to my battlefield.




I am not satisfied.
why?

Vanilla Tonight

Dear diary,

Back from a night run.
Something i sorely missed for the past 2 months.
Just a 30mins run and already i can feel all my cells waking up.

There was just this thought forming as i ran,
Sometimes there are just too many corners to turn, that we do not have enough time to check into our rear view mirrors to look out for anything that we have missed out on...

That is just the case isn't it?
I feel at times we really just have got to slow down our pace a little, enjoy the passing sceneries a little more.

I enjoy Fridays a lot. (understatement, no doubt.)
Except for the ticketing test today, i loved the whole of the Friday that just passed.
Spent the better part of the day chattering on and on with raymond and gang.
Some new additions too, yuka + farah.
Added lots of laughters and juicy stuffs.
and i found out yuka actually bikes! (still learning though. but still... way cool)

These stuffs just seem to convince people that being attached is really overrated.
I am being just a tad cynical here. aha.

The later part was spent @ cell.
Really wonderful too. Most of the times, they are nothing short of magical, and therapeutic.
Not exaggerating.
I love the unabashed sharing sessions, the fantastic yet a tad amusing at times word by Margt, the unique way we praise and worship, our generous offerings and the _________ fellowship.

There is just no adjective for our fellowship.
Words like "own" and "imba" still fall way short. (:

Anyway i found out smth about myself today.
Even as i was sharing abt my encounter with Him during BS, i found myself on the verge of tears. like smth is broken, within me.

Tangibly.

Significantly.

I like it. Alot.

And our God is really awesome.
There was this online quiz which carries a certain percentage that i totally missed out on?
Well, after some emails and prayers, it is reopened!
Thank God!

Alright. I need to get back to my report asap.
Or else i will never really be able to finish it in time to sleep and wake up for the morning soccer session.

Pray that there would not be rain in the morn and everyone says...
AMEN.

"Success is not final, failure is not fatal: it is the courage to continue that counts."

—	Winston S. Churchill

Evacuate the Dancefloor

Dear Diary,

i think i am addicted to you.
Even in the midst of studying for the test, i cant resist the temptation to come here.

Its sad, isn't it?
That when we come home to our laptops and homes, we realize that there is not really anyone that you can just pick off the phonebook and call up to just chat much about nothing.
Everyone is just too involved in their own rat race to bother about the ones beside them and that, sucks.

And sometimes, the majority is just too mindful of everything.

Just a mindless ramble. (:



"The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid and deeds left undone."

—	Harriet Beecher Stowe

Winded-up.

Dear diary,

The morn after 18th Nov 09.
It is not exactly the brightest of starts but well, at least it started. (:

Ran late for MICE tutorial so here i am sitting in front of a monitor in the library of TP.
Looking over yesterday, i wonder what are the different outcomes of the different decisions i could make. Not mulling over them though.

In any case, BS was real solid. AWESOME.
God never fails to make you realise how much you need Him and you could never have too much of him. Had a practical session on discerning of spirits and tried it on this uncle who was really amazing as well. Excites me to go back next time and draw on His strength. Totally.

Missed AHSJAB 50th annivesery as well. and that sucks. But again, choices...

Back to work , my diary.
and the countdown to end of the year is still speeding away.
Cant slow down. (:

Things People Say

Dear diary,

its been quite a while, isn't it?
2009 is alr coming to a conclusion and the period in which i've not been writing in you has been kind of fuzzy to say the least.
Currently in the last semester of year 2.
and life has nvr been more hectic, or rather seemingly non-existent at times.

'm beginning to start lapping up all of these though. convinced myself that i would have it no other way.

be back soon.

Need you now...

Picture perfect memories
Scattered all around the floor.
Reaching for the phone cause,
I can't fight it anymore.

And I wonder if I ever cross your mind.
For me it happens all the time.

It's a quarter after one.
I'm all alone and I need you now.
Said I wouldn't call, but I lost all control
And I need you now.
And I don't know how I can do without,
I just need you now.

Another shot of whiskey,
Can't stop looking at the door.
Wishing you'd come sweeping in the way you did before.

Yes I'd rather hurt than feel nothing at all.