What I've done?

In this farewell
There’s no blood
There’s no alibi
‘Cause I’ve drawn regret
From the truth
Of a thousand lies

So let mercy come
And wash away
What I’ve done

I'll face myself
To cross out what I’ve become
Erase myself
And let go of what I’ve done

Put to rest
What you thought of me
While I clean this slate
With the hands of uncertainty

So let mercy come
And wash away
What I’ve done

I'll face myself
To cross out what I’ve become
Erase myself
And let go of what I’ve done

For what I’ve done
I start again
And whatever pain may come
Today this ends
I’m forgiving what I’ve done

I'll face myself
To cross out what I’ve become
Erase myself
And let go of what I’ve done

What I’ve done
Forgiving what I’ve done

Another skippie...

Not the peanut butter lah... (btw, it's spelled "Skippy") It means that this post is written when I am skipping class.

The jar of Skippy on my table

My breakfast (almost) everyday, plus a cup of coffee

Recently I received emails titled "Are (were) you this type of uni student?". It's not the first time I received this email, but this time it really struck me.

At the beginning of the semester, I felt so pumped up and eager to start the new semester and year. As time passes, I was basically just slacking around until the day before the mid-term tests. Of course, my results were... erm... (no comment)

What am I doing in NTU? This question keeps popping up in my mind. I know, and believe that God placed me here for His purpose; but what exactly is the purpose? And what I am aiming for in this four-year course? First class honours? Second upper? or just a plain degree? One of my friend is allowed to graduate "classless", but what about me? My mom almost never mention anything about it. OK... I am emo-ing again...

Time to go to class.



"It's not required, but it's important for you to understand."
--Quote from a lecturer