Lights

So I guess you could say that the stress of sem 2 hasn't hit me yet, considering I've been wasting my time.
But I'm happy, satisfied, so I guess that's good.
I'll work hard when the time comes, I hope.
Well, there's a hardcore physics test this tuesday, so my long weekend's gonna be work work work.
Actually quite excited at the prospect of my brain being put to use again hahahaha.
I could start studying now, I suppose, but really, I'm not seeing the point because I'm so sure I won't retain a thing, because I need the pressure from time to really absorb info.
Excuses, excuses.

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Dear God,
Help me find passion. For anything, really, because my life's becoming so... bland.
No, help me rediscover a passion for You, because I don't really know what I'm doing.
It feels like I'm walking aimlessly, wandering, not quite sure where to place my heart, not quite sure where I'm going.
"don't know" "not sure"
Indefinite.
But to You, it's all definite,
because You painted the skies and wrote a story for everyone, because You know.

Trust, trust in the Lord,

Lean not on your own understanding.In all of your ways acknowledge Him,And He will make your path straight.

Words to live by

Because you guys can't seem to see beyond yourselves.

Secret places

Gosh I'm so exhausted now, not to mention in a terribly foul mood.
I'm not even kidding, everything is pissing me off to the nth degree, and I don't even know why.
It's not like today was a bad day, because patrol outing was a blast (P10 <3) and Church really refueled me.
Really, today was a great day.
But I'm tired, and I want to sleep.
For the next 11839127 hours, preferably.
but i can't, because there are things that need to be done.
It's depressing thinking about how in 36 hours, I'm going to be sitting in my classroom, probably daydreaming about travelling around Europe.
Everything seems depressing rn, and yes I'm just being a whiny kid.
But Ms Yeo just sent an email about extension for article review, so I suppose I have time to clear my head for a bit.
Gosh I'm really using blogging as therapy lol.
So church today... was really impactful.
I guess I identified my strongholds, what has been pulling me back for so long now.
Or finally came to terms with them, rather.
But God willing, I'm going to put all that aside, and move on after what, 4 years?

Term 3.
It's terrifying, to say the least.
1 more sem left in JH.
I'm probably not gonna be able to catch a break until what, after As?
Insaaaaaaane.
But God's going to be my strength.
I'm going to do my bestestest, first and foremost because God wants me to.
And I'm going to guard my secret places, keep the devil out.
Because God's my rock, and to Him I'm going to cling onto.

Even if the world caved in around me,
To You I'll still hold on.

My God is greater, my God is stronger

These little things I tend to forget

Wanderlust

I've been thinking so much about travelling lately.
Ever since UK, especially.
And well, the mere thought of being in Singapore for the next 6 months at least is making me feel sick.
So in no particular order, the places I would visit if given an unlimited plane pass:

UK - London, Bath, York, Scotland (again, yes)
US - New York, Hawaii (even though the heat... :( ), Colorado (they have some awesome new rollercoaster), LA, Orlando
(the rest of) Europe - France, Italy,
Australia - Brisbane, Melbourne
Asia (quite low on the list, though) - Taiwan, HK, Bangkok, Phuket, Japan, Genting (lolwut), Penang

Anywhere but here.

I love writing, I really do.
It frees my mind, loosens up the knots that block my thinking.
But I can never, ever get myself to write knowing there's someone going to be grading it.
Then, writing feels forced, everything I type sounds like crap.
Then I get some form of anxiety and it kills me.
In my mind, the ideas flow, they make sense. 
But on paper, I have utterly no clue what I'm doing.
It doesn't matter whether it's creative writing or some boring article review piece (yes that's what I'm supposed to be doing) -- it's always the same.
Which really sucks, because I would actually like to pursue writing.
i guess that's why I  blog so much. 
Because it's a blank canvas, without any restrictions as to what I type.
Also, no one reads it, meaning I'm free to type what I want, to pour out as much as I desire.
No one to judge, meaning I don't have to judge myself too critically.




Absolutely no idea what the heck.


The INFP will often procrastinate as a result of their perfectionism and high standards. They tend to gather a wealth of 
information and become overwhelmed with knowing where to begin or when to end their research. This can lead the 
INFP to become critical of themselves and further delay the project’s progress. The INFP also has a tendency to become 
consumed in one project which can then lead to the procrastination of other necessary tasks. 


Story of my life

Flip a page
That story's long gone.

Why, hello

I have a ton of homework to do.
I'm not even exaggerating, which is tremendously sad.
And so, I spent my afternoon reading Harry Potter and watching Charlie.
Oh and now I'm here!
Yup, perfect logic :)
Speaking of, my new youtube obsession is charlieissocoollike hahahah.
He's so cute and British eeeeeeep
And speaking of British,
I don't think that one liner post was enough to summarise how incredible the UK trip was.
Then again, I'm doing my 1000000000000000 word journal on UK so I guess blogging about it would be redundant.
In any case, I would do most anything to relive those 10 days.
And now, I will start on hw.
After, yknow, like 2 more videos?
I'm so amazingly talented at procrastination, really.

UK was magic.

Nuff said.