another teeyewsdaay.

it's surprising how everytime (more accurately defined as 3 out of 5 times) whatever i ponder about..or like stuff related to decisions i make during the week..gets preached at the pulpit on sunday.

it's really freaky in a sense la.

cos like i came across this movie online called The Omega Code...about the end times and how it's gna be..like the super modern version la.. and my goodness!
i was: 1. FREAKED OUT. i couldn't sleep till like 4 in the morning.
2. convicted. like..what have i been doing man!?
i think if all that happened in the movie happened today...i'd be a gonner. i would've failed the first round itself..what more the years to come...notgoodnotgood...!!!
oh and dun watch omega code 2.....seriously.

and i was really working back days, weeks and years of my walk with Jesus.
have i taken for granted many things?
have i made sacrifices for the things of God?
that night was like a super...get-it-right-this-time-around-kind-of-decision night.

and like woah. these questions get screamed back at me on sunday.
haha. sorry. can't get over it.

ohyea.
God seriously answers prayers fast. i'm always amazed.
less than 12hours and i get my answer. AHHH!

march holls...was honestly a disappointment.
they asked me to plan.
i planned.
the plan was executed.day1..day2.
day3 and they told me to scrap the plan and stay home.
who gets grounded on a holiday?!?!?! dang.
wasn't productive staying at home tho.
1. slacked
2. got depressed over poems.(WHAT'S WRONG with sylvia plath for gdness sake!?!?)argh.
3. designed my new pair of sch shoes!
4. watched 3movies.
5. did math!
6. did history read-ups! (YAY me!!)
7. cleared my cupboard. but somehow it's still messy. heh

i was supposed to go cut hair! EAT! EAT!
and GET OUT OF THE HOUSE!!!!
sry for pangseh-ing all u ppl.. ):
dang.
anth week before i'm free from this crrap grounding.

dad got me mad....again.
I'M NOT 12 DADDY! i'm not 12.
u don't even practise what u preach i'm supposed to trust u and come to u for advice and tell u stuff so u can fulfil ur daddy-duties?
sorry.. don't think it works that way.
on that note... i don't trust men/guys...they're all the same anyways.

cell on sat was NIICE!
beach has good atmosphere for worshipping on the account that i had no trouble leading la.
and 2 little kids kept coming to join us whenever we sangs songs or just shared...aah..so adorable!! haha.
too bad i had to leave early..or it would've been better and wouldn't have forced the rest to leave too...and we could've played more bad frisbee and soaked our feet in half hot and half cold sand!
ORANGE KAYA! yumm. haha.

i learnt smthing yesterday. Lit homework's easier accomplished when you're in the super-est emo-est moments in the ulu-est corner of a factory sch aka. EMJAY where no one can ever find you, your papers and the blasting music. i'm loving lit. lol.

FYI. Frankenstein ISN'T a monster. he's the scientist who created the nameless monster.



i'll trust and obey and love you everyday even if i hate my pay or if my best friend's gay, you'll still stay as the one i'll praise all day.

boo.