point of difference

So here it was; gone already. March just whizzed through so fast. (And I'm pretty sure I'm going to say that for 2009 too.) So, so fast that I didn't had time to just sit down and record all the events of March (or actually I did, but somehow or rather there's this thing coming up that I think I have to attend to first, oh wait before this there's that, oh no, before that there's it, and also them, and her, and also him, you get the drift). To cut it short, March was

the birthday month of many, *.*



when I had a one week break, and gladly spent it getting my hands on lilly's holga, and becoming real crushed because (insert_reasons),




charity concert. ah, no elaboration needed.

March was a lot of other things too. But they don't fit in here right now;-)


1/4 of 2009 gone, 3/4 left. What is in the 3/4?

Hello, April.

f__k hiccups

oh this is really annoying and hurting. plus it makes you look like a bozo when you're having it in public, which is what i had just now. oh, bozo. think "hurrp, huurrrp" really loud, with people all around, and you can't do anything about it.

on a not lighter note, i'm having phlegm, snots, and what nots.

separated from; devoted to

God really works in every way. And i continue to trust in Him whatever the circumstance is.

" Don't worry about anything, instead, pray about everything. Tell God what you need and thank Him for all He has done. Then you will experience God's peace, which exceeds anything we can understand. "

Philippians 4:6-7a

reminder: actionaction, not wordswords.

i am ninja

WAO. Look where am I headed again. Nonsensity. I drag a lot, and am a procrastinator at large. That would explain the dipsh*t I'm in now, rushing to complete task2. (when I HAVE been given AMPLE time. whyy oh whyyy)

One week of holiday is NOT.ENOUGH. sigh. Here am I, closing in on the holiday week, begging that the next holiday would come sooner than I could possibly imagine.
yarppp, semangat berkobar-kobar.

*pardon the occasional caps lock

:)

You're the Lord of the sunshine, the Lord of the rain;
You're the Lord of the moonlight, the Lord of the pain;
You're the Lord of the mountain, the Lord of the sea;
You're the Lord of the music, the Lord of the children,
the Lord of you and me.

Lo v e.

cave in

And like a flood, His mercy rains.
Unending love, amazing grace.
Peace that surpasses all understanding.
Grace that is sufficient for me.
Thank You.


*Being back at home is just so great! :D
**Please let me finish Eld assignment on time :(

curtains unveiled

There's something comforting about the consistent beat of the song of crickets outside.
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It's 12th of March already, though 1.30 a.m. in the morn.
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I had better get started on packing tomorrow, making a list just isn't adequate.

pandas, polkadots, and musings.

Tests, assignments, uncertainties. And to top all of that- allergy reaction to (idon'tknowwhat). Eyes have been swollen for 2 days, and partially red, with constant itching and occasional pain. Went to class looking possibly like:
1. I cried buckets because something bad happened
2. rushed my butt off on assignments and stayed up late the night before
3. got punched in the eye
4. sick
And now they're travelling to my body, forming little pinkish-red (or reddish-pink) polkadots. Hello, 60's.
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Attended HOMES for the first time just now. It was good(despite just knowing only a few people). A smaller bunch of people learning about Him and His Word, fellowshipping, eating. Which reminds me of my home church, how I miss our youth meetings, and care groups. How I miss my best girlfriends. How I miss just every tiny details. How I miss 2008. But, we're already well into a quarter of 2009, without really realising. And the number nine- a new beginning! We shall see=)

to Neverland

There will be some points in our life when we wish we could stay as children and never grow up. Those simpler days, those days devoid of life-altering decision making. Yet, there will still be the curiosity in us that keeps us going from one chapter to another. Flipping through the pages, because humans are curious, we will always want to see how our story end.
And to end well with our StoryMaker, that is the ultimate goal.

Whirl

I think it is rather true to say that we're all caught in this whirlwind of a life. We're all dancing on tiptoes on our little column of air, occasionally, we'll hop onto another column and that's when we meet. But as swift as we came, as swift also we'll be swept away. And that's why I love pressing the momentary pause button, because the wind would be blowing a little gentler, and we can linger around a little longer.


Badly phrased, this would be called procrastination.