No more 7 days a week.

It feels more like a 5-days-a-week these days.

Cause the weekend's like, crossed out for church. So when people study on mainly weekends, I study on weekdays, during breaks, particularly on Monday and Friday, when I've no tuitions.

Can't really say that I'm busy. I just cross out 2/7 of a week. So that means I've only 5 days a week for productivity - school and tuition (except the sat morning tuitions.)

My head's hurting terribly. My throat's phlegm-ish. And my nose is running like a water tap.

Ruperto's moving over to Bedok. 419. Yay. One more supper kaki. :)

I think sometimes I really am quite mean to the c.e.b.
But really, sometimes, the c.e.b can't detect things that are bad stuff. And it makes errors without being able to analyse what's wrong with its system. Then it just continues operating as per normal. And then it makes the same errors again.

I wish there was an upgrade thingy available for it. Oh well. Crap I am spouting. Rest then I should get.

:(

I wish I was a smart whiz, so I don't have to worry this much abt my studies.

And with that, I can actually focus on other stuff. Like slimming down and having a social life. I feel so dependent on certain people and things. So like when something goes a lil out of my original plans, my whole day'll be screwed up. And I hate screwed up days. It's such a shitty feeling.

And the fact that I need to be mature and get over that shitty feeling makes me feel even shittier. :(

BLARGH!

2 important tasks to complete before June.

Lose my lard. I can't stand being so fat. I don't wanna return to my sad days.

Study hard. So I won't screw up my semester like what happened the last time.

Yup. I'll chiong all the way! Then relax and chill out in June... Hillsongs... Wahahaha!

His hair so tootee-toot.

Random comment for a title. Haha.

Sigh. I've loads of readings to do (both compulsory and optional ones) and I've this econs tut which I don't know how to do. Like, how to answer the questions???

I feel dumbie.

New Year's coming; so is Valentine's Day. Sigh. I really wished Fab's around. But I guess I won't be able to celeb both occasions with him for the next few years. Ah well. The bane of having a boyfriend who doesn't exist in Singapore half the time. HAHA!

He better be here when I celebrate my 21st though. If not... HWAH. I'll be sooooooooooo disappointed.

I've a 3-day week timetable, and yet the feeling of going to school sucks. Haha. Maybe I should stay in the hostel. I'll be more hardworking... I think. Haha! BUT THEN AGAIN. Staying in hostel means I can't give tuition. And that would majorly suck. Because my mom doesn't give me enough to make me feel financially secure. And I won't be able to save up. AND, I won't be able to buy stuff as and when I like. I'd rather a substantial amt of money to be in my bank acc all the time. So whenever I see something which I really really really want, I can decide if I really really need it, instead of having the sucky feeling, "DAMN. Now I've to save up FIRST, and then hope that no one grabs it before I do."

And that was what happened when I saw this Lacoste bag. Sigh. If only I had the money in my account. The bag will be in my possession right now.

OH WELL. Back to reality...

It's not a matter of forgive and forget.

It's more of having the feeling of being forgotten, like being pushed to the side when other people come into place. It's sad, because on one hand, I know it's not deliberate. But on the other hand, it hurts a heck lot when the person doesn't even realise that you're hurting and he sees that nothing's wrong.

Sucks man.
Stewpid shiat cock-eye bear.

"I'm telling her sorry that I pissed her off. You know... Girls."

Hwah. Talk about being unconventional. Now I'm just one of those girls. Thanks. Biatch.

Anyhoo, I think it's just a lil setback to push me down from tmr by you-know-who. So I shall just leave it up to God. What will be will be. Band prac was pretty smoothly-run this afternoon, which I'm sure was blessed by Him.

Praying real hard (Alright, not THAT hard.) that everything turns out alright later at service. I need to meditate a lil though. Push everything else aside, and focus.

(Now I realise why sometimes Janice can just sing and close her eyes the whole time. I can't do that for the whole period of worship-leading, but yeah, I can see more with my eyes closed. Paradox. WHOA...)

I really hope this cock-eye bear cum stewpid shit bear connection will turn out good. Cause it would really, really, really suck mother-big time if it doesn't. Put in too much effort; letting it go will be like, the very very very last option. Unless. Someone does something extremely stupid. Oh well.

Trust, trust and more trust. Love, love and more love. But at the end of the day, it really depends on Him (in Heaven. Not on earth.).

(WTS am I blabbering abt? Gosh. I need rest. Chao.)