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29.11.07

I MISS JAPAN.
I have chipped nail polish.
Should I take it all off? LOOOL.

Today's the first day of camp.
I'm sitting up on bed.
My bag's still unpacked.
I think I shall go to Cold Storage to buy sweets later.
I wonder who's my angel.
Nerine was my angel at the previous camp:)
I wonder if Angel will be my angel at camp.
I do hope she's my mortal though.
Pepper lunch at 11 AM.

I stared at the ceiling for half an hour, from 5.30 to 6.00 just now.
Because Johnna went downstairs.
I hate being left alone.
But later I went back to sleep again; I felt God.
He said He's with me.
This post seems so childish, but that's how I feel sometimes.
I'm afraid of being left alone in the dark.
Sometimes I think to myself that if I blog about Jesus,
My posts won't be that cool anymore.
But that's untrue.
I can be just as emotional as I want.
I can be as childish as I want.
Here's my space to state whatever I want to.
So I shall.

Dear Li Ling,
Here's your To-Do-List:

- Good morning, Lord!
- Listen to music (to get my adrenaline pumping).
- Pack my camp bag.
- Bathe.
- Eat breakfast (Mum will probably be back then).
- Do QT.
- Do something about my hair.
- Kiss Mum and Dad goodbye.
- Dao Johnna, because she left you hyperventilating.
- Take a bus to Orchard.
- Meet your church besties.
- Call Angel.

OHSCREW I FORGOT MY INDEMNITY FORM.
Ok, I shall go write it out NOW.
SEE LA.
ANGEL NG.
PRINTER NO PAPER...
CANNOT GET ROUGH PAPER AH!
AHAHAH.
Nvm, I still love ya:D

I wonder how hugging Jesus will feel like.
Maybe it'll feel so much better than falling in love with a guy.
I'm imagining that we're little princes and princesses wearing golden crowns and dancing around Jesus.
And No One by Alicia Keys is playing in the background.
(This song's got a jingle bell feel to it, especially for kissing under the mistletoe!)
Yeah, no one can compare to You, Jesus.
You're the best that anyone could ever have.

Camp's gonna rock our socks off!
Tomorrow's my birthday.
Sms me, reader, if you want me to love you back:D
AHAHAH.

No oneee No oneee No oneee!