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Tuesday, March 18, 2008, 3:55 PM
Whoever told you I was letting go? :)
Chopped hair with Hendy Ong and De Jun and were revived by Mr Coolio Uncle at 10:10 pm. (fyi, three of our ICs are confiscated by Mr Koh because of our unkempt and unacceptable hairstyles)
I reached home just minutes before midnight and my Mommy was, as usual, very cross.
I couldn't rebut her because no one in the right mind of a parent's will ever expect their kids to be home at such an appalling hour.
So there she went again yet this time I came clean and promised that this will all be over in two weeks' time.
Just so you know, after two weeks time, I'll start up my engine and study decently.
I'll study like how a world's Champion Daughter should study.
Well, today was first day of school and I've expectedly took a liking of my new class(08s31).
I've always preferred small numbers.
Not too noisy, barely distant, almost perfect.
And now it's all up to the people (:
I guess I'll have a good time? Yea, I really hope I do.
Oh yes, I've something to lament/whine/mourn/moan/grieve about.
I didnt touch Basketball at all today?!
Woahhhhhh, I really miss playing Bball.
And you know whattt?
One week ago, at approximately 330pm, you'll probably always, without fail, spot me at those courts with my khakis.
Guess what, today at approximately 330pm, I was slogging my way to Lt5 for a mundane and unseemingly interesting PW lectureand still donning in my full-suit uniform.
I couldnt be more suicidal than this so I sent out a SOS to Bernard Lip and he emphasized the fact that it was only the FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL.
Very puzzled yet clear in the mind.
Right, so JC ife sucks actually.
How am I going to surivive roarrrrrr.
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Jesus Come, Jesus Come, Come, We're desperate for You. Jesus Come, Jesus Come, Come, and fill this room with Your name.
I've a bloody confession to make. For the past few days, my spiritual life has been runing really dry and for a moment or so, I thought it was hitting rock-bottom. I couldnt seek You not because I dont want to, but 'cause You were so intangible that I felt I was zxzxzxzxzxzx, abandoned? Yet today, when I lifted my legs on the track. There was this amazing feeling lingering. And for six rounds round the track, I could feel Your strength. I felt Your presence and till the very end, I was extremely delighted and thankful I called out to You. Amen.
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