The curtains close

First of all, happy birthday Bernice.
I so gotta blog about this. Today, of all days, I decided to catch up with a couple of friends. I called charmaine (again no reply) and then Bernice.
And it so happened that it was Bernice BIRTHDAY ON THT DAY!

OMG of ALL DAYS!

so yes. I started out my friday well. I'm proud to say that I manage to study chemistry, catch up and sleep all by two.

Then hell started.

I woke up sick. Decided to go to school. Got attitude from my form teacher. Decided to ignore that sweet, old opinionated teacher.
Sure, no prob.

I blew through one full day downing bottles after bottle of water. Must have drank over 3 litres caused I visited the toilet so many times I literally counted the number of tiles on the toilet floor.

Then we had physics "after school programme" Sucks? Guess what? I fell down the stairs on my way down to the ground floor.

Anyway, my friday wasn't all bad. I used to have a rift with one of my closest friend. So last friday I wrote her a note.
I only managed to pass it on wednesday. Come friday, I got a reply letter.

Here's the thing about girls.
They make notes look so dang cool. My note was written in pencil on a blue colored sheet of paper torn from my notebook.

She returned a note that looked like it cost ten times more than my whole notebook.
PLus, she wrote in different colored pen, with neat handwriting. Plus it was neatly folded. Way better than my makeshift stapled letter.

But I'm pretty happy of what happened. I've been praying for her for a really long time.
So I'm going to end with one word.
Glad.

Wack it

Hi. I'm a piece of maths paper. See, I'm full of problems. Like literally. Well, I'm pretty much a sadist. I like to see people cringe when they see me. Haha, the look on their face is just priceless.
Especially question 8. People can cry when they turn to that page.

I hate muggers. cause they write really long answers, and they used those old piece of crappy ink pens on me.

I prefer those who leave me clean and untouched.

Then there are the idiots that love to use those disgusting white liquid on me. Yuck. Have you tried applying that to yourself people!

Furthermore, if I'm unlucky, I may be ripped to pieces. I've known brothers who have seen the bad end of a paper shredder. really.

Point of this stupid story: You're better to be a student that to be a piece of crappy exam paper.
So don't fret.

Man, I should really share this story with the world.
Author: John Ng.

Now that you're near

Jesus help me

I've never been so unprepared for a test. I've never been so angry at myself.
I'm totally unprepared for the prelims.
I don't even know why I'm doing this.

Jesus months ago I promised, no matter what the cost, I'll live for you. No matter what it takes. I may stumble and fall. I may falter and cry.

But father please be there when I fall.

So when I fall, I won't be alone.

Jesus, I'm holding out right now. I'm pushing myself harder and further than ever before. Jesus bless me with wisdom and strength.

Jesus I'm yours. Please, guide my life

The horror

I really feel like screaming at the top of my lungs now.
My mind refuses to sit down for more than an hour and study. What IS THIS?

A lvls are coming. Check.

You are not studying... Check.

You are going to grow up to be a failure? ~ check?

I dunno.
I really need to sit down and organize my thoughts.

As we gather to seek your face

Father of creation, unfold your sovereign plan
Raise up a chosen generation
That will march through the land
All of creation is longing
For your unveiling of power
Would you release your anointing
Oh God let this be the hour

Let your glory fall in this room
Let it go forth from here to the nations
Let your fragrance rest in this place
As we gather to seek your face

Ruler of the nations the world has yet to see
The full release of your promise
The church in victory
Turn to us Lord and touch us
Make us strong in your might
Overcome our weakness
That we could stand up and fight

Let your kingdom come
Let your will be done
Let us see on earth
The glory of your son