journey through His eyes

it’s life back to school, been a pretty good start-up with lecturers who’re ‘facilitating’ us for the new modules in semester 2. though the timetable’s a wee bit messy (not to mention problem-causing), i’m pretty confident i’ll get used to it soon. now i’m just racking my brains over how to get <3.5-4 for gp this sem due to unexpected modules (math b, hates module, likes lecturer) cropping up in my conquest to raise back my gp into the singapore uni-acceptable standard.

things’re rather okay with friends in school, few clique-migrations here and there but it’s nothing unsurprising nor uncomfortable to deal with. two newly elected class reps (no more CCA points for slacking :o) are settling in, especially a certain someone who just lost her top over a poor me scrambling around the school spamming phone calls to find my train-buddy who was playing stress. ironic-

a few things to set up, goals, to focus on the more important things in life (:

yawn, but i’m still in love with my cool blue mizou :D

been trying to sleep since 2am but i keep getting distracted with wandering thoughts popping up in my head constantly and thus fail to lose myself in my self delusional ‘black hole technique’ getting to dreamland.

i guess now that almost everything in my life is cleared up and sorted up (even my own room, you don’t wanna know how rare an occasion that is (: ), i’m back to basics and slowly fading back into past memories. i don’t know why but nostalgia always hits me whenever i take a peek at my windows live ‘Riverside Secondary’ groups list.

i see familiar names online, and a sudden sorrow never fails to hit me as a small payback for the person i was in the past. the friends i gained, and then the many i’ve lost over something so silly and foolish. now i’m stuck, trapped in the middle of time and space, pondering over nothings and listening to Anytime by Kelly Clarkson after a whole playlist of classicals and lullaby tunes (symphonies no. 9 and 40, sundial dreams).

as i start out the new day, giving thanks for where i am now even being as undeserving as i was, i can’t help but fear the future. courage, grace and patience is all i need to carry me through.

lamentations before the coming of a new dawn.