smileys all over the pages of my next month. =))

What on earth is a social events co-ordinator and event manager supposed to do?
As far as I've concluded, nothing. :)
Besides delegating tasks and making sure the people who have things to do get their job done. :)
The delegating, she's done for me.
So really, I have nothing to do.
Which scares me. I should be doing something...right?
Yes. Fuming at my email inbox Learning...(wait, checking email)...Deeper, Yahweh and...How Could I Live Without You (no, I've never heard the song before).
And the theme song! :)
I like theme songs. :)
Because they get stuck in your head after every camp and bring back floods of memories every time they're played, whether in one week's time or a year later.
Believe me, five times over the course of three days is not repetitive.
Three times in four hours on Opening Nite rocked our Rally. :)
Four weeks of praise and worship. :)
Four times a week. :)
Four bottles of honey? Is that enough?
Oh, the non-stop singing, praying, playing, harmonizing, screaming, jumping up and down (but NO pointing XD).
*wee...!!!* *super smiley!*
So excited. :)

On their website. Wow. This is so damn cool.
We should have our own magazine! X)

Omigosh. Stop Facebook-ing him la. Darren, this is all your fault. No wait, Beatrice suggested the Facebook-ing. Beatrice, this is all your fault.
Seriously. Why don't you guys just hit the "Add as friend" button to finish things off with a cherry on top.

Yay. :) Praise and worship, worship and praise.
Four weeks of letting loose, singing, dancing, getting high on the Spirit, drunk on His lurve and just giving God my all.
With Physics and Bio in between, but then, nothing can kill my mood!
:)

Damn, you are good. :)

two more bottles and then I'll stop drinking. [for now.]

God is FUNKY.

Don't you think so? :)
In an occasionally scary, occasionally pleasing, always surprising, always exciting, amazing way.

Finally finished researching, copying, pasting, test playing, saving and sending.
So I actually have time to figure out what to write under "Discussion" for my blasted bio report think.

But, sorry. I don't post my thoughts here. X)

the little things you did for me.

I apologize if I’ve been a complete pain in the ass for the past four days because I really have not been feeling the week (as of Monday).
It’s not my fault. The week hasn’t been very nice to me either.

But at least in the midst of this hectic, sleep-deprived, stressed-out storm, God has blessed me with a raincoat and umbrella. :)
For the two people who actually managed to make me smile this week, you have my gratitude. Even if I’m pretty sure you have no idea who you are.
You’ll never find out anyway. XP
But thank you. If it weren’t for both of you, I’d be depressingly melancholic to the core.

Still.
God. I know you want the best for me. But this is just – this is just – unfair! I mean, not being able to participate just because no way is the Star newspaper going to even consider sending under--sixteen-year-olds to London. I turn sixteen only three months after the competition! Can’t I just get a reprieve? Well, I totally get that on no account are You going to let me go for auditions and a workshop the weekend before CF Camp, nor am I going to get to skip a couple of days of choir practice just to travel to Europe, but this could be such a great experience!
Fat chance, kid.
Yerr. Yerr. Yerr! *pouts*

At the moment, I’m supposed to be drafting a script outline, researching St. Peter’s Church, memorizing my script and doing my math homework.

Instead I’m listening to the latest single from the band that named my guitar. :) He’s coming with me again tomorrow.
Okay, fine. He’s coming with me every Friday.

Anyway, I was checking Picasa for pictures on the talk and found this:

:)

Two years was a long time ago.

I feel old, man.

We were so small.

Friday, 6.00am – 11.00pm.

Saturday, 6.00am – 11.00pm.

Sunday, 8.00am – 5.30pm.

Hey, I actually have the last few hours of Sunday to do my homework this weekend! :) For once.

And these illusions...I'll make that my next line. :)

Soft-copying.

mmhmms.

On Friday, I woke up at 6.00am.
On Friday, I brought him to school. :)
On Friday, I brought him to church. :)
On Friday...we were dying. Songlist updated by the way. Booting the sad tune we called a song.
On Friday, I slept at 12.00am.

On Saturday, I woke up at 7.00am.
On Saturday, I endured with a huge smile on my face.
On Saturday, I sat through a test talking to Roger.
On Saturday, I left without helping to set up.
On Saturday, I ate a lot.
On Saturday, the mamak guy learnt what roti milo was. XD
On Saturday, bedtime was 12.00am.

On Sunday, I woke up at 7.00am.
On Sunday, Marc announced Take Our Bread as I Offer My Life.
On Sunday, the parishioners sang the verse before we did. They didn't get their way.
On Sunday, fifty-something young people and a few adults learnt how to to keep their stinky feet un-stinky and what Ian looks like with bad table manners. X)
On Sunday, we learnt a new song. :)
On Sunday, Aaron M, Dominic Tam and I stayed back playing "I Spy" until 7.00pm.
On Sunday, I had Pattaya fried rice and Joshua had pineapple fried rice from MJ's at Aunty Pat's.
On Sunday, Rachel kept singing the guys' part of the second song and it got stuck it our heads.
On Sunday, I was sped back home behind schedule at 10pm. It's okay. My parents didn't explode. XP

Hasta luego, blog dear. I won't be back for a while. The website beckons me to go play. :)
He wants my tears. I need these tears. They're our story.

Translucent. Mmph. Wish we were all opaque.

before now. (X

*in generous continuation of the last post (because I know you want it)*

And then there's this girl.

:)

They'd look cute together. :)

But.

The End(?)

I don't think so.

I'm only truthful when my eyes are closed, head is bowed, lying lips are shut tight, knees are on the ground and thoughts on the heavens.

So. You can't believe a word of the story I just told.

Because the truth?

Well, nobody knows.

And nobody's going to know.

Okay la, okay la. There are people I'll tell. :)

Little Miss Goody-Two-Shoes is currently on a few-months/one-year vacation. So I'm left to fend for my inner ****** self.

X)

imu. imu. imu. imu.

iwu. iwu. iwU.iwu.

ilu. ilu. ilu. irlu.

WHOOPS. INU!!!

see-saw syndrome. let her push me off.

Um.
So.
There's this boy.

:)

2010. It's here. To be honest, I'm not in the mood to think of a pep post. Or even to be prepped up.
It's just another year.
Definitely not a boring, uneventful year. Not even a nice, smooth, easy-going year. Or a depressing, melancholy year.
A year of lessons. I have a lot to learn.

Lord, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change what I can, and the wisdom to know the difference.

2010. It's going to be different. Very different. But beautifully and chaotically so, I'm sure.
Am I ready?
I will be. =)