Listen to JAMIE

Today I painted my fingernails crimson red.
Today I handed in an assignment and a rather pointless fact sheet.
Today I spotted an interface that brought a smile to my face.
Today I counted the days before I touched down in Changi Airport Terminal 1.
Today is a good day.
So will tomorrow be.

Somewhere through Multimedia class…

I turned to Jo-Ann who’s 2 seats away from me and blurted, You know, Cookie Monster has no nose!

We both stayed silent for 2 seconds then burst out in laughters.

How random.

I wonder why does the song “Disturbia” stuck in my head. So annoying.

There are only so much to give.

True love is about giving and sharing, said Pastor Kong.

There are only so much love to give.

I have a quiz to study for, a fact sheet to be done and an assignment to be finalized.

After that would be final examinations. And my birthday. And Asia Conference.

There are only so much to look forward to.

Stay in the light and afloat. That’s where God can work through me.

There are only so much to be done.

Hatred is love turned bad.
Bitterness is the residue of love.

I’m relearning the ways. I’m readapting. I’m shaking it all off me.

Quandary. Despise.

What’s left now is that sense of self-sufficient.

Seriously. Up to you.

The smell of the rain still lingers.

Oh how would you ever know? Really.

I’m expanding. Gosh.

But I lashed them out. Once.

But it’s okay.

Up to u.

The world doesn’t have to know.

As long as.

Okay. I have to rush for classes now.

Stuffing myself mad with Mentos Cool Chews that taste sweet and sour at the same time. I couldn’t bring myself to ingest any proper food.

I stood on that weighing scale lying on M’s living room this afternoon and realized I weigh 41kg. With jeans and hoodie still on. Yet feeling so energetic and able to roam around tirelessly.

I tried something new and I absolutely enjoyed that. Never knew I could fall in love with such process. Perhaps there are also times that I don’t mind repeating the same pace and going around in a circle. Because revisiting these trails will eventually shape and mould the whole production into how I’ve always wanted it to be from the start. If you get what I mean.

All the excuses that I came up with are too paltry. Thus I decided not to try at all.

It doesn’t matter where this is heading to. Really.

Bug just called all the way from Croydon!

Sobs. So touched.