Test results sucked. Well, at least everyone sucked together.

Life: (blank)

Hmm, too many things happening that i forgot what actually happened? Or is it really just nothingness. Okay i shan't go into life yada yada, or else i'd probably scold myself and throw bible verses at myself, and yes, everyone would see the 2 inner 'me's and my disfunctional brain.

Whatever.
I talk to myself.

Just revised on some biology topics, Photosynthesis, Calvin Cycle, non-cyclic photophosphorylation (i hate long words), and cyclic photophosphorylation. Managed to cramp like loads of stuff brain today, and could even cope on revising and doing atomic structure tutorials. Amazing.

Keep telling myself to get an organiser, will probably need it to actually remember activities before i start making my days with clashing ones. Horror.

Took home Naqiah's GP notes by accident, no wonder my file seemed strangely fat.

And yeah, miss Lisa so much. Hope to meet her soon. She's probably started her lessons in Temasek Poly, so yay, meeting her would be so convenient. It's sad that Chuan Rui only talks to me just to remind me to pay him 20 bucks. I mean i really do owe him money, but he ll never fail to only meet him when i'm busy. Chuan Rui is eyeing Sheryl i think, that explains the forgetting friend theory. Ah but heck, boys will always be boys, all they think of are their fantasies. Gross. HAHA.

Went home with Derek today, explained to him almost half of my life-story, okay, my school-story.

I think i talk too much.
Ack. Is that a turn-off?

Megan and i were also joking about canoeing girls who care too much about body-build that they accidentally convert their boobs into muscles. So imagine a girl's cleavage with pointy edges, sick! Or imagine a girl bumping into you with her boobs, and you get squashed. HAHA. My heart goes out to those girls, too much muscles ain' t that good for you. WHY THE NEED FOR HUMONGOUS MUSCLES!! Even guys wouldn't look that good with a big body-build, think body builders in olympics.

Point to take note of: Muscles become fats when not worked.

Pardon me for my dislike of huge muscles.
Please also note that i hate flabs, but it's inevitable. Even i have flabs all over. Woot, and i'm proud of it. Er hem.

Okay whatever, i've been contradicting myself. I should return to my random mode.

I think i just have nothing better to say.


Being random is strangely popular. Why do so many girls love being random. Ack, i hate being in the trend.

Stop being random.


aAAAh....



my thoughts are in a mess.
*Wawnie stands up and walks away, trying to clean up messy situations.*

And once again, after many light-years, i've decided to update my spider-web filled blog. Eck.

When i'm weak,
You're strong,
You're my feet,
when i can't move on.

You're the light,
in the dark.
You're the whisper
inside my heart.

And i surrender all to you.

Biology has been strangely a drag, even after burning holes in my wallet getting the references. Ion-gated channels, intracellular receptors, what rubbish. Chemistry prac has so far been my forte i think, not bad, considering the fact i took combine sciences. Applaud.

My life spiritually, nothing to boast about. It's somehow stagnant, and yet, growing. I don't know. God has still been watching over me, doing wonders even without me knowing. God is really so awesome. There were so many times in the past that my family and i could have been harmed and all, but yeah, God was graceful to protect us, and to have kept us under His wings.


Lord i pray for opportunities.


Sometimes, it may sound cliche, or even too normal, but i really want to bring friends to Jesus. Argh. There will always be the foxes around no matter what. Shoo.

All talk. Action?

So much temptation, getting harder to resist. It feels like little slips, which causes the stumbling, and yet still up standing. Ah whatever.

O Lord, help me.

Better is one day on your courts
Better is one day in your house
Better is one day on your courts
Than a thousand else where.

School. Fun, and yet full of temptation, sin, yada. (As if i'm that holy myself)

O Lord teach me to be like you.

School. I haven't got the time to study, or maybe i do. Argh, i just feel lazy. Being flippant about studies. Ack. (I'm weird)


So many things to say, type, so little time.


Those little stares, those senses of jealousy. Ack. Go away, you have no place in my life.


Being random again:

Here are my plans after marriage:

1) Cycle to China from Singapore.
2) To Study the history of Venice right in Venice itself.
3) Only to have a kid at 30.
4) 7 years of honeymoon.

The thought of having my future husband being so excited to know who his future wife is, and probably regretting the excitement after visiting the trauma of my plans, is rather comical. Laughed to myself about it, and yes, was probably being stared at by people who thought i was mentally challenged.

Girl talk.

The sudden craving to shop (haven done so since before CNY). Thank God for mothers who take their children's ang-bao money to save before they get to even spend it. Probably left with 200 bucks to shop with. Nothing much.

Literature is killing me, having no idea what the criteria for critical writing is. My entire class failed for critical writing, no surprise. The teacher tried as much to bring across what was suppose to be done, but we were still quite listless. Blame it on our 'blur'ness, as what Ms Wang and Mr Choo claims. But hey, at least they think we're cute. :D (aah, whatever.)

Why do i like talking so much to myself. Bleh..

Praise Him,
Lift your voices,
let it ring
throughout all the earth

Praise Him
Let all men know
that Jesus Christ
He is ALIVE.


Yep, all the Glory and honour goes to God.


Farewell thee.

It's been eons since i've updated.

Trying to save the world still, but thinking that people are already getting annoyed.
WHY.

I don't care what people may say, i'm running after you..

It may sound cliche, but yes, war. Not between the people and me, but war between the heavenlies and hell.

Too tired to write much.

Shez and i thought that Song Leng is a really nice person.

Being random.

Ate a whole lot of fruits that day.

Passed 2.4 km.

Woot.

Beginning life on MUD again.