♥ 24jan
Child of God

SAJC
09A05/10A05
scgs

“do not let the world make you hard”



things are looking sunday today, sundays don’t belong to my favourite things. it’s one of the exceptional seventh day of the week where i sit down and do many things but nothing at all. soaking in sunday serenity :)

john mayer sounds like sunday.

i’m,
a dreamer
late in returning the library book in my locker
blown away by contemporary duo dances (sytycd)
typing out my overdue essay
going to start inviting people for pi
picking – lst or cm or else something?
lazy to go for dance class today
wondering why i don’t like mutton
going to wear a white dress
slightly nervous for the approaching week
sentimental
watching videos on soldiers surprising their loved ones (part 1 and part 2)
thinking a backyard of apple trees and stargazer lilies and cute swings kind of fun
saving up for a car ha ha, ok typo there more like a cam (desire for a whacky new toy)
reading awesome blogs
going for vege dinner tonight
blessed by yesterday's awsum worship
waiting
found again in God's grace
elysa.

i do not use capital letters today.

When you reach the part where heartaches come
The hero would be me



So on my way home, I saw about 100 SAS junior boys playing soccer in their field, so carefree, so worry-free...sigh wait till they come to jc and take Alevels! :|

I was just on the bus home, listening to the sound of the bus engine, watching the town fly by and staring into space. I secretly enjoy this kind of moments, where nothing gets between me and my thoughts. For once I sat in a same pose for a long while, stagnant. At the start, I first checked the sides/space beside my seat, because I am extra wary of the very unsightly things people leave/throw there, things like gum and used tissue, yuck. And I thought I saw a polka-dotted eel(!!!) but in the next second, I realise it's just a broken hairclip someone must've dropped and how ridiculous my thought sounds. Occasionally, I would feel trembles from my phone, probably caring texts from friends and mum asking how my last paper went, which I decide I'd mercilessly ignore till home (haha replied already)

Now I'm home and I need to decide if I should watch P.S. I love you or read Plain Truth by Jodi Picoult. 'Cause in a number of days, these special peaceful mornings won't exist again, unless I take off from school, but as if I'm oblivious to how, nowadays, MC=More Chores(homework) > Medical Certificate?

Once in a while during the bus ride, I clasp my hands to talk to God, to share about my day. How lovely to have a companion 24/7, someone who will willingly lend me His ears, and not only shares my sorrows and joy but who UNDERSTANDS how I feel better than I do. As intangible as He seems, yet I feel His unfailing presence always with me :)

Sometimes I imagine what people think when they see students at public places in uniform @10 in the morning, like do they maybe think we are playing truant or something? Hahaha. Not that I suppose people actually bother, but I like to know how people think. When I people-watch, I can't help but start wondering what they're thinking, where they're going, whether they know God, what're they're doing in the lives currently.....

Now that my one week of torture is over, till schoolhorror strikes back, I shall cherish this long weekend ahead (can't wait for worldcup with Affy & Guang tmr / A.C.E outing on monday^^) and pretend I am in some pretty garden in Venice.

Ciao, folks.