PMS

I was thinking to myself the other day, that my life goals are quietly becoming my identity. Now what happens if they change? Or I simply do not follow through?

oh dear...

I'm tired but I'm workin' yeah!

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.