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When griping grief the heart doth wound,
and doleful dumps the mind opresses,
then music, with her silver sound,
with speedy help doth lend redress.
-William Shakespeare
17 til I die
There's something different about me now as I'm typing this... oh how I dread to say it, but yeah... I'm 18. Crap. Doesn't feel very wonderful at all. Hahah. Always 17 at heart though... always 17 at heart *beats chests with clenched fists*
Bunking in at Yong Jie's house right now with a few of the guys. Leaving for Genting later and looking forward to it all. Where the fun is, we'll be there... you can count on it. And then Survivor Camp right after ? People talking me into going for it. Wonder how I'm going to actually survive the Survivor camp. Talk about irony. Hahah. I'll probably need a first-aider for myself.
Oh and yet again, "mr. cute" is safe in Singapore Idol for another week. Why Nurul ? She CAN actually sing... and she's cute too. (get Jasmine out please). I realised I actually LOVE malay songs. I loved Belaian Jiwa... Taufik did it the last time. And now the ones Hady and Nurul did were excellent man. Especially Hady's one. He should win it.
Am I glad the exams are over and done with. Since aunty's desperately insisting I blog about her, I shan't. But come to think of it, by blogging about not wanting to blog about aunty because she wants to be blogged about, is already blogging about her... hmm. Nevermind. Hahah. I had a great dinner with her right after my last paper, and it was a great time aunty !! Looking forward to more of those. I had some time with Josel too yesterday for lunch. It was good times too. Always wonderful to be spending time sharing with one another and encouraging each other along, though most of the times nonsensical chatter and laughter cloud the conversations.
Thanks to those who sent those birthday wishes. Really appreciate all of them. Never actually had so many people wishing me happy birthday for all the birthdays I had before. Hahah. I just pray my classmates won't do anything "nice" to me later in the day. Especially at Genting in the hotel rooms at night. Tread carefully and I'll be fine... give me a peaceful birthday please. No tau pok, no stripping, no bashing, and definitely NO TICKLING ME. I'll just scream. Thanks.
I love You Jesus. Thank You for always protecting me, guarding me under the shadow of Your wings. Nothing can snatch me away from the palms of Your hands. Though I can't see it, I know the battles You have with the Enemy. It's real... it's chaotic... it's ugly. Every drip of blood You pour over me protects me against the very fingers the Enemy tries to lay on me. I thank You Jesus, and I want You to continue to be always fighting for me, guarding my heart and my soul. I give You my all.
It's way too "early" in the morning, and I'm going to get some rest.
Much love to all.
Peace.
signing off at 3:04 AM
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