CHICKEN CABOODLES!

hurhurhur.I'm finally feeling better!! yay (:

and I've a little confession to make.
I'm beginning to like the Academy is. hahaha.

So,should I go for Singfest?

hi.it's exactly 4.30a.m and here I am finding myself typing yet another entry.Firstly,to answer the question as to why i'm still up at such an obscure hour:I woke up at 3.30 and found myself tossing ard trying to fall back to sleep but obviously it was an unsuccessful attempt. My back's cracking from pain like an old lady and i'm worried sick for my case study, which i still havent finished. woohoo,i'm on my way to becoming a uni dropout.

I'm so sick that it's not funny anymore.
I've been lying in bed 16 hours a day since Tuesday and still I'm getting bouts of nausea and bloatedness.
What's worse, I have a case study I need to complete (and no,not a draft.It's the actual thing) in 12 hours. I'm not thinking straight, the words are coming out at 6 per hour.

I'm as whiny as any 8-yr-old and I feel so swollen and wound licking.

Random thoughts that are stringing up into sentences.

We're like specks of dust that don't deserve such devotion and love.
But You did gave us all You could.
For the sheer desire of wanting to commune with us.
Despite our failures. Wrong perceptions of Your majesty and splendour. Hands itching to touch something we shouldn't and feet running in the wrong direction.
Like a patient dad You took it all in.
Yet the free will still exists even though each foolish decision is a stab in Your heart.
We didn't deserve it. Not a single bit of it.
When my friends disappoint and my parents fail to understand me, I keep finding You each step of the way.Being the patient dad You're guiding me.
I was on an escape route but You were always near,waiting.
Is it any wonder I wanna knock myself over for not obeying Your word, for not having faith, for not loving You enough?
Cause it's more than just abt You dying for me, it's the sheer desire for wanting to walk with me and the unconditional love, that overwhelmes me.

Abba Father, the words aren't adequate to express how I feel. My tongue's stumped.I'm not well-versed enough to put Your majesty into words.

But thank You, thank You, thank You.
And I can't wait to spend forever in Your presence.

Case Study: The success of Ben and Jerry's being the number stress reliever and lifesaver for students stuck at home doing projects.


Introduction: This's a case study of me trying to complete the draft of my case study by Friday,9am. (which is really in 12 hours time) While cracking my brains, I decided that I needed some brain/comfort food (whichever suits you better). I went into the kitchen and opening every possible food infested cabinet but I could find nothing but digusting garlic flavoured peanuts. I got minor depression 3 seconds after that, but like every story there's a light at the end of the tunnel, which I will further elaborate in my findings.

Findings: So I shifted my glance to my refrigerator and I realised there were 2 precious pints of Ben and Jerry's ice cream which my family still amazingly haven't polished off. I opened one of them and ta-da! Strawberry Cheesecake to the rescue.

Analysis: The ice cream was such a great help that I've written 5 lines of introduction to my (actual) case study. Needless to say, I wiped out the pint in 10 minutes. *takes a bow*

In conclusion,I would like to say Ben and Jerry's has been successful in relieving stress of university students especially those who relish doing work last minute. However,I'm sad to announce that I can't continue this report further unless more research is done and to be honest, I have no time because I'm busy rushing my Live 8 case study, which is just slightly more important than this cause grades are given.

The hands that I have, use them to serve You.

One thing that I've always told God is that with the little I have, I want to use that to serve Him. And repeatedly, I ask Him to use me. I still do, actually. Cause once upon a time I felt under utilitized. I felt that I was progressing so slowly that it was painful and it came to a point where I was pretty comfortable just being where I was. Then I guess God answered my prayer without my knowledge. Slowly I was asked to shepherd a few girls, and then engaging in the creative arts ministry in my zone. I went on from there. But throughout all of these, I've never realised that this was what I asked for until yesterday during our short prayer session in the Pastor's lounge.

Admittedly, I was really stressed up and I felt up to my neck with work cause of the constant assignments coming in. I mean, I am a student,daughter, friend, part-time scooper, GCAM member, cell intern, part of camp comm 2007 simultaneously. And the student in me thinks I'm not putting in enough effort into my studies cause of lack of time and I'm not coping as well in school as I think I should. My dad has been nagging at me for spending too much time in church. I felt like I was spending too much time in church. You know what I mean? I just wanted to take a breather. Then the Lord spoke to me and told me that I was privileged to be able to serve on the team, to be part of this harvest event.
yup.A lightbulb moment again. It's when I suddenly realised God has answered my prayer to want to be able to use what I have to serve Him. I've been doing things and treating them like it's tasks and chores but really, to be able to use my hands to do something, it's such a privilege. Cause I have only a few talents, but God chooses to use them.

And I'm thankful.

Right now I'm busy selling off my belts, clothes, bags, wallets, necklaces and what have you.
and no, world war 3 is not coming, and there's definitely not a famine :) It's just that I finally saw the light and joy to see the money in your bank account rising. and rising. lol. So that?
I can shop more la!!!! (and I won't feel guilty about it)

HAHAHA.I know.A very pointless entry. But I feel so happy when I manage to clinch a deal. I feel like an insurance agent,if you know what I mean.

I have been tagged by Maybelline.

weird habits.Rules of the game:Each player of this game starts off with ten weird things or habits or little known facts about yourself. People who get tagged must write in a blog of their own ten weird things or habits or little known facts as well as state this rule clearly. At the end you must choose six people to be tagged and list their names. No tag backs!

thank you very much for giving me the opportunity to publicly announce my weird antics. hahaha.

1. I only eat irregular shaped chicken nuggets.

2. I like cutting the sides of the MacDonald's suasage.

3. I drool in my sleep. (but not all the time)

4. I can't sleep properly without a bolster.

5. If I stare at you for 3 seconds and no say anything after you've talked and expecting a reply from me, it probably means i'm too tired to listen or my mind is somewhere else.

6. I DO NOT like teddy bears (unless it's forever friends or eeyore) and I DO NOT like roses. (try wildflowers or sunflowers)

7. I do think i'm a little weird. But I see it as a good thing.

8. To be honest, I think i'm damn hot and pretty and skinny and popular and smart and funny. To be completely honest, only half of what was mentioned above is true.

9. I've days where I just wanna be alone. As in, having my 'me-days'.

10. I think a lot. And that's how i gain insights, asks questions and stuff.

Ok that's it! I just hope I didn't switch on any 'weirdo alert' alarms.

And i'm tagging
1. MICHELLE NIAM
2. MELISSA
3. MENGYE
4. RYANE
5. JOYYS

Noise: Australia by the Shins

oh, stop bending over.
You've caught enough breaths.
Chins up, look around.
The image, getting farther and unattainable, it's quickly fading.

You strained your eyes to catch a glimpse of the disappearing figure.
Disheartened, you pushed yourself forward a little. And then, you bent over.
'I'm tired.I don't know if I can do this anymore'.
But I argued that that's hardly it.
Truth is, the image killed you.
The figure that distanced from you by the seconds did.

The lack of strength is nothing but an excuse.
'You've looked to the sides too much, when the race is really, just right in front of you.'

You've competed with yourself, this mind game you've been playing.
Conjuring up unneccessary comparisons.
That shadow shrinking breaking your self-defense.
oh, all you have to do is to set your eyes straight with unrestraining determination and fight and run.
'Cause the position doesn't matter, only reaching the finishing line does.