bloggerbyebyes.

i think i might let blogging go. it comes up quite pointless sometimes i guess. writing for yourself can always be done in a journal. isn't that what journals are for anyway? i don't take nice pretty pictures anymore either. ahwell. time to stop getting distracted.

blogger,byebye for now. i'm sure i'll be back soon lah.

fireworks.

commonwealth games has been fun, interesting and irritating (cos of the stupid road blocks...but not like i drive anywhere lah. so it's okay!) at the same time. man, my apartment block in happening i tell you. we've got the fiji team and st. helena staying in the hotel next to us! how cool can that get. the fireworks and waterworks at the opening ceremony was AWEEESOMEE! just imagine being surrounded by a whole lot of jumping sparks. except for the fact that there's lots of smoke after that, i tell you, it's simply cool lah. i feel so happening staying in melbourne city.
and i'm all set for badminton! (: it's getting hard to do work around here. the slacker in me has been taking over far too often. but i WILL do my work, and perservere, no matter how boring my readings are, i will read them and not fall asleep after 5 pages... *snore.

hmmm?

you're looking at me?
don't. quit staring.
i need some time out.

ooo. commonwealth games are here. and so begin the festive seasons. except that melbuni is so academic we don't get holidays. *sob. grrr. yay! i'm excited about being right smack in the middle of all the happenings. i feel happening. hurhur. focusfocus on pretty things, prettyphotos and groovyguitaring. things will fall in place. need to pray(:

new days, new mercies.

every new day, Your glory unfolds
filling my eyes, with Your treaures untold
the beauty of holiness brings worship anew
my greatest love is You

fragile.

crash and burn.

it's only then that you realise, that life is so fragile.

creative writing.

love writing, writing love.

it's not easy going to a creative writing lecture and feel totally demoralised just cos everyone else around you LOOKS smart or more creative and arty farty than you. i'm so not arty farty i tell you. and then, when the lecturer supposedly tells a joke, everyone else gets is and i'm just sitting there going, "huh?" then the hollywood and art cinema lecturer uses jargon i have absolutely zero knowlege about, (i mean, what's like mise-en scene?!). okay. i'm supposed to be there to learn.

at least i know how to configure my modems. bah.

now my bed's filled with all my little stuffy toys that i can't even get on it even though my brain's gone and i still got one more reading to do...

and then i'll crash.