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.