dear Sarah, tell me, just what are you doing .. results like that. hiaz. what shall i do with you? you stewed pig.. pig some more la..and i'll stew you. how stewpig can you get? low IQ is it.. it wasnt very difficult lor.. how long are you going to take to get serious and keep it there? pathetic. sometimes i think you're really dumb. hiaz. what to do, you are me.. i cant hate myself can i?
after being in AJ for soooo long, i feel like me again.. thanks to book therapy.. aha, reading till 2 am makes me feel totally alive again. but the next time i get to do this will be after A's ba. unless. unless, i study very very hard during the week, then i can do book therapy next weekend. ehee.
happier still, i got to go out with mabel.. my darling=D sure feels good to go out and talk and shop..hee. i miss 4A. i really do.. studying for prelims and O's seemed like a breeze cause like-minded people and studying with you... i miss the days where politics dont rule the class and when people like you just the way you are=) and when i have people to look up to in class..
hope we get more chances to go out again*smiles* and, thanks for the pressie..
this is one of those days i really feel like going to meet my creator. no, i'm not suicidal, neither is sarah depressed.. it's no joke when you're writing in pain, looking for somewhere to sit every 10 days. i think my threshold for pain is either really low, or it really hurts. ugh. but then that's not the point *bleah*
anyway, everytime this happens, i'm glad God has his eye on me, sending some angel to help me get home safely. today's angel on duty happened to be liru=) call it crazy. i shouldnt have one to the library again after going once yesterday. all for one book.. haha.. that's sarah for you. hiaks. and i shouldnt have gone sightsee-ing all the way from city hall to clarke quay. uh huh. well well.. that's over, at least for now. ehee >_<
like pooh, i think i'm awfully blessed to have my own private hundred acre wood with my own good friends to stick by me. *smiles*
what am i doing lor.. creating a blog just in the middle of prelims. i bet this will die off slowly... never mind, i shall just use this as a place to talk to myself. like how i always do.
dear Sarah, tell me, just what are you doing .. results like that. hiaz. what shall i do with you? you stewed pig.. pig some more la..and i'll stew you. how stewpig can you get? low IQ is it.. it wasnt very difficult lor.. how long are you going to take to get serious and keep it there? pathetic. sometimes i think you're really dumb. hiaz. what to do, you are me.. i cant hate myself can i?
after being in AJ for soooo long, i feel like me again.. thanks to book therapy.. aha, reading till 2 am makes me feel totally alive again. but the next time i get to do this will be after A's ba. unless. unless, i study very very hard during the week, then i can do book therapy next weekend. ehee.
happier still, i got to go out with mabel.. my darling=D sure feels good to go out and talk and shop..hee. i miss 4A. i really do.. studying for prelims and O's seemed like a breeze cause like-minded people and studying with you... i miss the days where politics dont rule the class and when people like you just the way you are=) and when i have people to look up to in class..
hope we get more chances to go out again*smiles* and, thanks for the pressie..
this is one of those days i really feel like going to meet my creator. no, i'm not suicidal, neither is sarah depressed.. it's no joke when you're writing in pain, looking for somewhere to sit every 10 days. i think my threshold for pain is either really low, or it really hurts. ugh. but then that's not the point *bleah*
anyway, everytime this happens, i'm glad God has his eye on me, sending some angel to help me get home safely. today's angel on duty happened to be liru=) call it crazy. i shouldnt have one to the library again after going once yesterday. all for one book.. haha.. that's sarah for you. hiaks. and i shouldnt have gone sightsee-ing all the way from city hall to clarke quay. uh huh. well well.. that's over, at least for now. ehee >_<
like pooh, i think i'm awfully blessed to have my own private hundred acre wood with my own good friends to stick by me. *smiles*
what am i doing lor.. creating a blog just in the middle of prelims. i bet this will die off slowly... never mind, i shall just use this as a place to talk to myself. like how i always do.
Although the fig tree shall not blossom
neither shall fruit be in the vines;
the labour of the olive shall fail, and the fields shall yield no meat;
the flock shall be cut off from the fold,
and there shall be no herd in the stalls:
Yet I will rejoice in the LORD, I will rejoice in the God of my salvation.
Habakkuk 3:17-18
This lullaby is only a few words
A simple run of chords
Quiet here in this spare room
But you can hear it, hear it
Wherever you may go
I will let you down
But this lullaby plays on
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that's me then.. oOps. how now brown cow? study. study. i shall learn to hate not loving to study. =)
(taken from: wubby.typepad.com/wubby/)
