staying up, staying alive.

May the Lord bless this social networking site called Facebook, as distracting and unproductive as it may (sometimes) seem. Because really, it has become a (pretty unsung) hero of the administration team.
Some people just don't ever answer their phones, it seems. And for some reason, I have those not-answering-phone people listed as my 'friends' on Facebook.
Besides that, we also need more food, an extra bus aaand...a laminating machine. Oh, and more boards and paper and sisscors and another funky long-rectangular-hole punching thingamajig.

YOU WANNA KNOW WHAT'S FUNKY?
The grey buckled wedges I saw at One Utama today.

Sort of like that but chunkier, funkier, and hotter on my size 36 feet. (I apparently have very small feet.)
But I didn't get them. Instead I got a sweet pair of cream coloured wedges. Oh well.
I'LL BE BACK, FUNKY SHOES.

In the mean time, I have decided I greatly require one of these, especially after seeig my poor unravelled cane today.

Having just gone for confession, I've decided to hold back my swear words.

But hey, even the archbishop says it's okay to get pissed off sometimes.

photo perfect.

I've decided I kind of like having pictures on my blog. So here:

v.s.

Me. Pretty much every two a.m. v.s. what I wish was me pretty much every two p.m.

But I think I'm fine with just being me, a panda-eyed, headached workaholic every two a.m. instead of a lazy, forever hungry slob every two p.m.

*yawns*

Finally got half a day off. To...a correctly scheduled dinner!

Wait, wrong picture.

From the game, Hungry Hippos. ;)

Cuteness; I want.

(Even though I actually have no idea what this game is about.)

About a friend.

The best part is when I find out that she's taken care of everything I've been worrying about.
She's a monster and that's why I love her! :)

It's got a big mouth too. ;) 

5 reasons why I think this whole idea is SUPERFLUOS.

NOT even if we fixed little crucifixes and Mother Mary statues all over the hall.
I STILL DO NOT AGREE.
And if you want to try making me change my mind, bless you because I will NOT. Here is why:

1. Money
You cannot say that it’s going to cost us next to nothing because it’s not. Party stuff isn’t cheap. So we are definitely going to be spending money, unless you want to pluck a few thousand leaves from around the campsite and put them all up in some crazily fanciful manner. Then it’d be free and money would not be the issue here.

2. Time
Exactly how long is it going to take to put stuff up? Well, however long it is, the time could be far better spent relieving the burdens of the poor admin or logistics people. And believe me; we will not be short of burdens to dispose upon free shoulders. And deco, of course, would technically require relatively tall people which, might I remind you, are usually the ones putting up speaker stands and projector screens, thank you very much. And between food and sleep, their job is never done. Also because such people are usually the ones who can drive. And what about the other responsibilities of the people involved? Who’s going to take care of that?

3. Effort
So okay, say we had enough time. You still have to consider the amount of energy this is going to take. And as the assistant of house deco, let me tell you that it is about a million times harder than it sounds. Don’t be fooled by the simplicity of the idea. Hanging one palm leaf could leaf you sweating and panting for water! Okay, so maybe not one, but three, at least. Five, if you hang it slap-dash and in a totally unnoticeable and redundant place. These people need to last five days running around and being as energetic and enthusiastic as possible. We cannot have them die even before all the excitement starts.

4. Quantity and quality
So, exactly how much do we have to put together to make it work? A LOT. And how can we assure that, within the span of one day, with all their other commitments, the team is going to do it with quality as well as quantity? Let’s be real here, okay.

5. Purpose
Ah, we have finally reached this point, the point where we ask why we’re doing all of this anyway. Why are we? Is it somehow going to glorify God in any way? Is it going to make people more welcome to His presence? Is this a sign of great praise and worship to our Almighty Father? Or maybe we could go with smaller reasons. Is this going to help us reach out to other people? Is seeing balloons and streamers going to make someone’s experience greater? Is that even what we want them to think is the greatest thing ever? Are they immediately going to have the time of their lives because of it all? I can tell you we definitely won’t. And finally, brutal as it may be, are people going to even care? Because heck with it, I sure will not. So, you tell me why we’re even going to the trouble.

It brings my blood to a boil. But the archbishop says it’s okay to get mad, even at God. Even after I have gone for confession.

:) hee!

Mmmm.
*munch munch munch*
This feels so good.
Fresh Australian cherries + Neapolitan ice cream + Corntoz
Mmmh.
*munch munch munch*
I don't think I would mind the extra kgs gained today for all the happiness I'm getting now. Either way, I think I deserve at least a little bit of it for all the weight lost walking around KKB and playing on the obstacle courses. :D
I WILL MASTER MY FEARS COME DECEMBER 9. (Doesn't that sound like a movie tagline?) Just you watch. ;)
Lunch was so good. Yum. :) And I'm still eating. There's just way too much chocolate in the fridge. Ah, and now Kickapoo too. :)
I feel this great sense of satisfaction. After all, I'm home from a field trip, full and sleepy. This feels so good. :) Probably because of it's rarity.

But I'll be off in a few hours. Got more work to do; painting. How fun. :) After a field trip, an art project! Today is becoming a love. :)

Jeremiah 9:23-24. Found this awesome verse in the bus. :)
And look at what I learnt to do! ♥

notifications.

I HAVE FINISHED READING BRISINGR! :)

And thoroughly enjoyed it with minimal headache. After all, how could anyone get a headache actually wanting to absorb the many twists and thrills and elegant, fluid language of Christopher Paolini? (Even if I constantly felt my proficiency and vocabulary of the English language being totally belittled.)
Although after Patrick gave me the major spoiler on Eragon's father not being Morzan I kinda figured the identity of his real father before I got to it. Potong stim je.
And no matter how intriguing I find the books, I just cannot wrap my head around the way Paolini thinks. I mean, I could be writting the story with the exact same plot, exact same outcomes and yet think of completely different reasoning and courses of direction for the characters. I mean, if I were Eragon, I too would openly oppose and rebel against Galbatorix but not because of the reasons he gave Oromis. And after three books, I still can't anticipate his next move, even if I can anticipate all the surprises in the plot because after all we've been through with the drama script ideas this year, anticipating twists has just become a part of me. And I still think Roran's a bit of a major nutter.
Nonetheless, hurry up with the fourth book Paolini, you've had two years now!
:)

I haven't visited an optician yet and I've abandoned my medication. Don't give me that look like I know you're doing, O Concerned Ones. The headache frequency and intensity has been on a steady decline, so there's naught to worry about. :) Anyway, I must make sure I get the perfect pair of glasses (if I ever need one, which I highly defend that I do not), so let me take my time, okay? Thou shall not worry, says Matthew 6:34. No incident of pain equivalent to the Mandarin mass registration has occurred and I doubt it will occur because I'm trying to take better care of my eyes now. I'll be fine, pinky-promise. :)

THANK GOD IT'S (going to be) FRIDAY! Because I (baa) will be reunited with my fellow MUNKEHS! 'Nuff said. :)

I want a mandolin (and so I will buy myself one after having saved enough money after buying my own piano unless you would be kind enough to buy one for me). I just find the thing so cute. If you do not know what a mandolin is, O One-Living-Under-Musically-Repelling-Rock, here is a picture. :)

Isn't it AWESOME. (Note: that is a statement.) After watching The Band Perry and Switchfoot apply it to great songs, I have decided I must learn how to play one. And I will, someday somehow. :)

Should I go tomorrow? Ahh. I don't know. Gutless Sam the Sheep with no wool! Stop being so lazy. =.=" Fine. I'll go. Because I know I'm going to miss and resent not going one fine day two months away.

"YEAAARGH" bleats the Sheep.

Peeved. Peeved. Peeved.
No, not at my Add Math results, even if Pn. Liew will not give me a C. I will live with it and not get a D for mid-years next year.
Yes, at you, YouTube. You watch out.

Exams are over. White-hair-inducing period with losts of weird bleats fom Sam the Sheep is coming.
Oh, how fun.

You. Are actually a nice person who can draw way better than me so I'm sorry if I messed up the wall. BUT I DREW THREE FLOWERS ON THE WALL IN BLOCK C WHICH I WILL LOOK AT NEARLY EVERY DAY NEXT YEAR. :D Ain't that cool? I finally got to draw on a wall. :) Can you believe I didn't draw on the walls as a kid? What a deprived child I was. But I'm catching up. :)

It's holidays. DAMN STRESSED, MAN. Can we just like skip this Thursday because if I am not executed I know I will shoot myself? And Friday too, because it comes with such an awful decision. Let's just go strainght to...Saturday. Evening. Because I don't want to go through the morning. And then we'll leave it at Saturday evening forever. Because I don't want Sunday, or Monday, when I'm getting the rest of my results or...any other day. Actually, I don't want anything.

Just give me a...chocolate bar. To relieve me of this pain and heartache and headache and whatever other ache I have.