WHEN.WILL.THE.DRATTED.PROMOS.END i give plomos scary face ah >(

i don't know.
i hate it when ppl make me mad. and the madder i get, the more liable i am to cry. when i'm my angriest i cant even shout. i just know the hot angry tears will spill over and my eyes start to flash with all the anger like nobody's business. but it's not like anyone knows. cause who reads eyes anyway. sometimes i've just got to believe it's okay to get angry with friends. that it's okay to be angry. i've half a mind to repost the post from sec4 in my archive. but that would be too obvious and too unnice and too oh-dear-joanne-you-aren't-supposed-to-do-that.

but. it's okay to be angry

right? :'(

-anne

and when You were on the cross and mocked a millionbajillion times worse
all You said were forgive them for they know not what they do
help

frisbee farewell! latelatelate at night where above pictured persons were the last ppl left :D

camwhore pose 1!

camwhore pose 2!

camwhore post 3!
and contrary to popular belief i WAS NOT the one who initiated the camwhoring
i think

pretty maids all in a row XD

like how about totally awesome! haha zits say it all! on the face or otherwise. [:

and sometimes i think msn etiquette is exceedingly important. especially when it's so easy to be offhand and hurtful without really realising the impact of the very words that you type.

and sometimes it's just the small rubbish conversations that make your day too (: like uplifting messages and IMs that just show how much people are capable of caring.


it's times like these with maddening mugging nonsense that you really sit and wonder. if i just take out all forms of mugging and plain purposeless studying out of my life. just WHAT is left behind? what remains of this very existence if studying is taken out. (that was such an ungrammatical fragment BUT i digress)


because studying in itself is an end. mindless purposeless drivel if the only goal is some narrow-minded achievement on a few loose sheets of industrialised pulp. i want to do so much more in my life! i want to have something SOMETHING that my entire being just quivers with passion and anticipation about. it has to be something that just makes me live, breathe and move. i think i've found my antidote.

have you?

haha i sound like some advert. but yea contemplative pensive reflective >>>>>>>> mugging, for all real values of x where x is a subset of time. WOOTS :D

-anne

Don't let anyone look down on you because you are young, but set an example for the believers in speech, in life, in love, in faith and in purity - 1 timothy 4:12

(:

how apt. (: i'm going to live for Jesus, live for Him in all that i do and no matter how narrow the path may be, how trying and how absurdly different and set-apart i may seem, it's going to be my utmost for His highest. it's either His way or the highway! heh :D

and i'm just sososo thankful for the many blessings i've been showered with. wonderfulwonderful people who's been placed all around me for support for love more mumblety-peg and for a gazillion barrels of laughter. (:

and i realise i'm quite rubbish at mugging with ppl. it's utterly a FARCE! either i don't feel absolutely comfortable to mug and ignore the person which TOTALLY defeats the purpose of mugging tgt doesn't it. or i get too comfortable with my fellow mugger and poof mugging becomes the most neglected item on the agenda! which is why pox and i don't ever get to/want to/should mug tgt. :D

and friday's almost non-existent mugging with tim in the library is a lesson in itself! attempts to mug WERE made but then the library was SO COLD and my nose was running SO FAST and my history and tim's chem were totally SO UNINTERESTING so we didn't mug as much as 3 hours should have warranted. but! not bad lar haha :D and tim's good to mug with because 1) he has tissue 2) he's willing to go get tissue and vicks for me 3) he listens and gives top advice! hurrahyipyipyay for friends and CIRCLE OF TRUSTS and for awesomeawesome 6quee :D

what an absolutely wonderful respite from mugging (((((:

cheek it out!

-anne

OH EM GEE.

blogger just ate up my post. i FAINT.

but i feel much better gettign whatever it was off my chest. which was mainly i don't give 2 cents/pennys/farthings over what youyouyouyouyou have as a fixed image of me and i'm just too tired to bother to mesh with youyouyouyouyou when all i feel is just an extinguishing of any originality, wit and repartee. a space that is instantaneously filled with banality. we're just in continual antiphase and i'm too drained, too tired to try and mesh with youyouyouyouyou anymore.

maybe youyouyouyou will one day look beyond this awkward shell. but then again maybe youyouyouyouyou won't.

but who cares! it may hurt, it may sear but.

and i lovelovelove my REDBLOODCELL! who just makes me feel so loved, so happy and so at ease with all the girls AND the guys and ABSOLUTELY everyone. and when we decided to hike back to the interchange after service, we went just nuts singing and talking about randome articles of little interest. (: and sam made me laugh like nothing when he absolutely refused to acknowldge that he knew us and added "ESPECIALLY NOT THAT BANANA INFRONT" -when i was OHSOHAPPILY swinging my tropically-coloured coolios bag all nicely decked out in my yellow tee and jeans and singing (he'll say wailing) along to avril's when you walk away and trying to act angsty.-

hahahahaha it's all amanda's phone's fault. it arrested our common senses and made us bellow along to all the songs. ((:

and all the wodnerful funny things during lunch. it's the small things that matter and the small things that make me feel at ease. when i don't ever have to feel judged or feel like i have to live up to your standards and where i don't ever have to feel like i've failed whatever youyouyouyouyou have set as the passing grade. but i'm just too tired to care or to change whatever state things are right now.

but. God's in His Heaven and He knows well and He knows best. and so i lay it all down and lay at His feet to rest.

-anne

L'amour

Just a passing thought...

"Children love with their mouth
Teenagers love with their eyes
Adults love with their hands
Elderly love with their ears
If only I could love with my heart."

Pris

oh the cheek of it all!

sometimes i think i just need to hear assurances from others reiterating what i've always said. cause sometimes, self-conviction just doesn't stand up to scrutiny.

and soemtimes, when my bubble of self-contained happiness threatens to prick and dissolve in a shattering of a thousand shards, i'm just so thankful that You (andyouandyouandyou) have always been there

and when the tears threaten to fall, jerome's words come to mind. you don't decide your tear quota! God does! haha hurrah for prayer buddies who can hold marathon phone convos and listen to snivelling drivel (:

i don't think i'll ever be ready or willing to step over the threshold of innocence and naivety

-anne

this post doesn't make sense. but ah well the joys of indecipherable scripts

teachers' day celebrations!!

i must first make a point, i dont' cam whore...... it's the person ABOVE who loves it!
and so you can see how inexperience we are, but still must give credit for attempting to look like puffer fish?
haha my PW group before chionging PW for close to 6 hours straight :S i love my PW group! but i SUPER DUPERLY hate PW. PweedoubleeW.
and then we took a break at cafe cartel, all decent ppl except one.
and of course, i LOVE my class 08s05A too! haha all super nice people, don't we look nice?? well, i guess it's really friends who make your day, and make sch life interesting, and let you look forward to waking up each day to know that there are friends who would brave the freezing cold lectures with you, amuse you with their lame antics, stand by you when you're feeling down, and go crazy with you without ever judging you. mhmm back to mugging!

Pris