What if
I'm so stressed :(
The worst part is I have no right to. It's only sem 1 of year 1.
Read some emails earlier, and I'm thinking...wow, I have changed, and not necessarily for the better.
What if I had never let you go?
This feeling comes back again. Present tense. Past tense. When will it stop. Does it really have to be that way?
This time though, I see more of my fault, somehow my eyes are opened to all the ways I've hurt you before. I always thought I considered how you would feel..I did, but maybe, somewhere along the way, I overlooked the most important part of it all.
Do you think how it would have been sometimes
Do you pray that I'd never left your side
Jesus, Jesus,
King of my heart,
King of the broken..
I don't want to miss you. I don't want to live in the past when the present is here and now. You don't really wanna know me, anyway. You've given up on me. And I'm not surprised. I'm really, hopeless.
There were so many phrases, in my face. I only see it now, and I'm sorry.
I sound like an annoying radio...and annoying broken radio. You just can't have your cake and eat it. So let's get back to reading all about psych.
p.s. I love exams.
Did that work??
No birds allowed.

Monica's 18th today! Surprising her was a failure because her apartment buzzer comes with this snazzy camera blahblah.....!!!

It seems like we're like the "three musketeers"(how do you spell this??). It's always us three going out and bumming around instead of "studying" uni stuff. And, Sasha is seriously, the ultimate party animal.
Today got pretty out of control. My plan was, surprise monica, go home, have dinner, sit down, relax...etc.
What happened was, a huge mind boggling (and rather pointless) debate about OCF vs Sasha and her drinks vs erm, Jinli being glued to facebook. Anyway, it was a good break from the past week of studying. No one except Sasha brought their ids, and the "bouncer" person outside Cho something something was being a total arse so we went to Max B instead. It's quite funny cos Jinli and BH aren't even underage I think the bouncer was just being a racist, even though it was an ASIAN BEER BAR. Irony..ok I don't really know what I'm talking about now. HA.
Nearly went clubbing, but I decided it would be a really bad idea for me. Actually, thinking back now, it doesn't seem so far fetched. I mean, it's 2 am and I'm still awake...not much difference in the amount of sleep I would get from staying home and not going out. But saying things like that is always easy when I'm just thinking over things. Argh, can't wait for exams to be over to party with no worrrrries.
15, 17, 18, 26! I reckon I'll go out on the 18 or 19 if people are going out. I mean there's a whole week to study for crim, it should be fine...hopefully.

Just a random picture. Practising getting everyone in. I'm really quite bad at that for some reason..
Jinli (in the background): "SIGH we can just put it on the table and use self timer"
Another random thought, I kind of miss my red highlights. Maybe I should get them done again, which is really quite lame considering I tried dyeing them away just three weeks ago. Maybe even two.
You got my heart skipping...
It's funny how I try to say something and then, I try not to. Maybe I'm moving on, but that phrase just irks me now. It seems like I have so much to say, but when it comes to the crunch, I realise there isn't anything, anymore.
I shouldn't bear grudges, but I'm thinking, why didn't you tell me?
Swine flu
752 cases.
I feel very, uncomfortable. Not really because of the 752 cases of swine flu, though I guess that should be a matter for concern as well.
It feels bad lying and not turning up to work because my mum thinks I'm going to get swine flu if I go to work. I don't really want to do that, but what else can I do? If I really do get swine flu (choy!) I'll affect everyone everyone me...not just myself. That's the only reason why I'm going to skip work tomorrow, and I feel... terrible.
I hate this feeling.
And I feel so stressed because of that. What should I do? Should I go to work?
Argh.
It also makes me wonder, why do I hold on to my job so tightly? Is it really that important to me? It really really is, and maybe God is just telling me to let go.