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Tuesday, May 10, 2005
Hold me in Your hands,
hide me under Your wings
know that I'm weak at times.

This morning, on my way home, I dropped by supermarket and bought 2 packets of milk, a pair of yoghurt, 200g of picnic ham and a packet of sushi. I felt satisfied and healthy...

After I woke up the first time, I thought I might be ready for some revision. So I flipped open. Fifteen minutes later, I sighed and I closed it. I tucked myself to sleep because I was having slight headache. Yea, you must be thinking I'm being lazy in my revision. So I remembered waking up with this slight feeling of bitterness in me, and I don't know what was is the cause.

There are times I just want to put down my pens, with disappointment and lost-ness, walk out of the hall. How sometimes I just want to let go of so many things and simply walk away. Yet when I was at the edge of doing so, bursting all the inner emotions, I was held back by Him. The days when I walked into the hall for my N level examinations, with no hope that I'll return back, and at the point when I hold my result slip in my hand reminds me about Him. Yet there's always this part of my memory I block out when I'm in despair.

My mid year examination is almost coming to an end, and I know how I will fair. It has absolutely nothing to do with my intellectual. I hope someone can understand how I feel, because I'm inept of expressing further. Provide me with a long warm hug, please.

Back to the dairy products I bought this morning. Reagan candidly asked if I was sad or troubled, and I said neither. But now, thinking back, perhaps it was my way of manifesting it out.

maoed.
at 6:32 PM