Fair bit of worrying and stressing up and breaking down at certain bits. It's so surreal everything is coming to an end. This I still find hard to accept.
I'm still trying to savour every remnant left of the four years.
4/29/2008
4/19/2008
Dear feat
17Though the fig tree should not blossom,
nor fruit be on the vines,
the produce of the olive fail
and the fields yield no food,
the flock be cut off from the fold
and there be no herd in the stalls,
18 yet I will rejoice in the LORD;
I will take joy in the God of my salvation.
19God, the Lord, is my strength;
he makes my feet like the deer’s;
he makes me tread on my high places.
- Habbakuk 3:17-19
4/10/2008
4/08/2008
Settling down
The last hamster's name was supposed to be Chickpea. It suddenly came to me when we were talking about Indian food. Oh well, now the hamster is called Munchy, much cuter and apt because it's gonna end up with Min Zhi anyway. :)
Today I hurried out of school, the search for chocolate as first priority in my mind. It's the baggage and expectations that came with school life and assignments that scared me suddenly. The heavy rain pit-pattering, unpretentiously, as if this was the way things should be.
These are the echoes of Eden
Reflections of what we were created for
Hints of the passion and freedom
That waits on the other side of Heaven's door
These are the echoes of Eden
It excites and frightens me at the same time. It makes me want to dance all day and smile at the silliness of thought. Yet I should really be concentrating on studying for the last lap instead.
Today I hurried out of school, the search for chocolate as first priority in my mind. It's the baggage and expectations that came with school life and assignments that scared me suddenly. The heavy rain pit-pattering, unpretentiously, as if this was the way things should be.
These are the echoes of Eden
Reflections of what we were created for
Hints of the passion and freedom
That waits on the other side of Heaven's door
These are the echoes of Eden
It excites and frightens me at the same time. It makes me want to dance all day and smile at the silliness of thought. Yet I should really be concentrating on studying for the last lap instead.
4/03/2008
4/01/2008
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