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14.11.07

With perseverance, we can overcome.

Today is Wednesday.
That means there is TLL class and I can say hello to all my crazy Elmo friends.
Even if the guys are nuts, they're still funny.
It's 10.12 AM in the morning.
Had an out-of-this-world dream in bed.
Thought: I need to get closer to God.
I need to force myself back on track with Him.
Because if I slack, I'll backslide again.
The Literature course ("Discover Your Voice") at RI is over, so we don't have to wake up before 8 or spend anymore of Mr Yuen's money, which he definitely is gonna kill us for.
Last night I went over to Angel's house.
She embarrassed me the very first minute I stepped into her house.
"Why you tie your hair like that?"
I could feel my face burn man.
Oh cmon, it's just hair. Better than 'dog' hair right!
The baked macaroni at her place was gooood.
Then we went to the Coffee Bean at Holland Village once again to talk about shitty stuff.
Angel and Jolyn are retarded people, I tell you.
They're the meanest people on Earth and yet I chose to be in cahoots with them :D
Sadists. Pure sadists.
Yeah so Angel and I drank hot chocolate and shared an Esprit, once more.
We ate Biscotti and I spent 15 minutes in the toilet because I had a tummy cramp.
I told her about The Shit Story.
Only my best friends know that one: Angel, Shaun and Vanida.
Daddy sent her home, then The End.
I couldn't believe that Linkin Park was having a concert at that very moment, and I wasn't there to experience the music and all.
MCR MCR MCR. I need MCR MCR MCR.
I pray that Cara can go too, she's got a passion that burns more than mine.
Right now I'm chatting with Jobok about carolling and NYDC pasta.
I've got loads of stuff to do at/for church/God this holiday.

-> sincerely worship God at every worship practice (for camp) that we're gonna be having.
-> AGL [assistant group leader] for camp.
-> Alto IC for the carolling committee.
-> help out at the christmas party. YEAAAAH.

change my heart O God,
make it ever true.
change my heart O God,
may i be like You.

sorry that I haven't been waiting for You, Lord.
sorry that sometimes I go crazy and i start sinning all over again.

But thanks for reminding me that in You, it's where the love lasts forever.