O glorious weekend, where hath thou goneth?

One day I shall finish Shakespeare, but in the meantime there's Brym and Lie.

It's always nice to have visiting relatives cuz then you'd be able to go out for nice dinners 3 nights in a row. And get fat. And neglect your homework. Good times.

I don't know whether I should go back to work for my ex-boss in PR this coming break. For one, there's the opportunity to earn some money. It's a new company too, so there's a whole new set of clients. And I know what she's like so there's the learning curve already. But then again, I'm worried she'll make me do the same things I did during my internship, and I remember I wasn't particularly too happy then. And there's the commitment issue, especially with CP and all. It's time to take CP out of cold storage.



A song like this usually makes me wanna pick up piano again. But no, never classical music.

Something I've been pondering about the past few weeks: Do the things I do in my life give it meaning, or is it only because I find meaning in those things? Are both even the same? And where is God in all of this?

"Being like Jesus is not about keeping the rules, going to church, and tithing. It's about knowing His forgiveness, and committing acts of grace and mercy on a consistent basis. It's about living a life that values all people. And it's about having a heart of full surrender to the will of our Father."

How many times have I thought like that?

"And he died for all, that those who live should no longer live for themselves but for him who died for them and was raised again." - 2 Corinthians 5:15

When this wild world
Is a big bad hand
Pushing on my back
Do you understand?