All at once, I feel excited and depressed, uplifted and oppressed.
On the emotional spectrum, I meet both ends.

I wonder how much longer I am able to go on.

Today's midterm went terribly. But that's besides the point. It could've been a lot worse. I could've been a monk in Burma. But then again, maybe I'd rather be a monk in Burma.

It dawned on me on the way home from choir today that my phobia of normality might deem it difficult for me to be content with, well... mediocrity.

In short, I want to change the world.

While Burma is possibly on the brink of revolution, I'm studying for my Regulatory State test tomorrow.

What went wrong??

I'm warm.
Like an egg.

I want this. And I'm really glad that I'm not here in the lyrics.

Philippians 4:13

Does "all things" also mean "everything at the same time"?

Jeremiah 29:11

I was very tired. Head burdened with the heaviness of an on-coming sickness. I tried to sleep on the 17 ride home from work, because I needed every bit of rest I could find. I was turned towards grumbling about the weight of my workload when I realised that I have been given many things. Things that were given to me to prosper me, and not to harm me, gifts to give me a hope and a future.

Everything that I have asked for has come to pass. Everything.
Now, I am praying for more - that I might overflow and bless others.

Today, I didn't go home.
Home came to me.

Thank you Darius, for remembering me.

I have great affection for you.

Everyone is insecure, and it is from this weakness that the capacity for grace comes forth. Its a daily struggling, in the face of nonchalance and and shallow oblivion, to reaffirm your identity. I am learning that I am quite happy with my weakness and insecurity - they make me real.

The problem arises when you are insecure about your insecurities.

Glappy was right.
How does a Nation content itself with such little depth?

I want to sing.

But I don't dare.