So, this new canvas, waiting for me to drip ink on it.

(:

Heyyy.

Gosh, school was totally cordoned off today, you couldn't find a way to get from one location to another.

I heard that there were vandals in school, who spray painted lots of stuff due to stress. Father barre got a paint job, and the few 3rd level classrooms at the end, and near the toilet it says this.

"We are spawns in an oppressive educational system"

Well, i thought it was pawns. But mum's alumni meeting got cancelled because of that. Eh. why got people in our school liddat.

So surprisingly, i did okay for English despite the constant freak outs in class. Hmm (: Sigh, one of my pet peeves is really, the competition in the class.

Gawsssh.

Ah well, then Chinese, same old same old. Science was alright! But everyone basically did better than me la. Quite surprised at my marks for english. was NOT expecting it.

Yeah, my hair funky la.

Justin's getting complacent! O: Aiyo. ERIN LAH SMART GIRL. PON SKEWL AH.

Okay, well, there go a few salvaged friendships.
But then again, there are some being torn down.

Poor Nicholas Barre, i think he'd be in a state if he lived to see what was a century worth of rich culture and history, turned into a school for ah lians and inconsiderate wannabes who take things for granted.

I mean srsly, you come to IJ and just totally ruin its image and name, while forgetting the 150++ over years of what the Irish, French, British nuns had to do. They had to go on like a million day journey to come to Asia, and suffer all those ancient time diseases, so as to set up the Convent for deprived young, poor girls.

And now IJ's just being over run by... ugh, ew, you can't even describe it. Its just SAD.

Caitlin Choo : OMG OMG! I just realised something! David Archuleta's songs are all the same tune! Just change the lyrics only!

Uhh. I know what those yummie biscuits taste like! FORTUNE COOKIES. i'm gonna help meself to a jar.

Haiyee. Class shirts, omg. (: Everything is BORING me nowadays!

I just hope i continue staying on fire for God though! I think i will.

I still have no clue whether to join Comms or not, any churchies reading this wanna help me out!

Uh. Yep. Well that is all i can say, really. Can't really think of anything else, UNLESS YOU WANT ME TO BE EMO.

Which.
I will try and refrain from, but THAT would mean reading loads of empty, bottemless, superficial crappy blogposts.

Want anot?

Gosh, i was reading my archives, THEY'RE SO SWEET! esp late last year when i was rather insightful. I loved the dedication bit to TNG! OMG i'm reliving camp again. Aaah.

("Sorry, did my back hurt your knife?")
har har.

Strange to have metal in your ear. Feels kind of weird. Heh. Just not used to it, sort of like a bee sting.

Hmm.

So on Sunday, i was really mulling about what worship is.
Well, i mean it means so many different things to so many different people.
And its so amazing like that, it can change people with all its character-transforming power,
Isn't that stupendous?

You see like an entire auditorium filled with avid, passionate worshippers, just coming back home and surrendering, really at the heart of it all. And just let everything else melt away into nothingness, so that they can macro-zoom in on the sweet, gentle presence of God that seems so tiny during the rest of your week,

but then when you're at that point of stillness and praise, everything just totally clicks in place.
And all the passion just flows and swirls around you from top to toe, and you don't even care whether you have vocal chords of a crow, you just want to tell your Dad in heaven how much you appreciate him, you just go ahead and do it.

All the jumping, hand-raising, fist-clenching(in a good way), all just automatically comes in. And its just you and God, face to face.


But hey...

That's just worship for me.
Whats bouts yous?

And i just want to enter back into that over again, its one thing i'll never ever get sick of. Despite all those crummy days i know i'll have to sit through.

But see our God is huge, ginormous, gigantic. And his greatness and magnificence just makes all our puny little problems look like microscopic amoeba. And yeah, the same corridor or hallway or street you walk down, where you feel there are a thousand eyes waiting to judge you, with the peace of God, you're above all that. You're just, contained, and at peace, because you know you are magnificently, awesomely, greatly and amazingly made with the hands of a miracle.

Amen?