I need You Jesus to come to my rescue
Where else can I go?
There's no other Name by which I am saved
Capture me with grace
I will follow You

when all i want to do is to snuggle up under the sheets and never get up.

a whale of a time in the convertable matt drove for a day.

rubbish, but a good read nonetheless, that noncanonical gospels.

you do just that, and you'll be alright.

i love doing this. it seems almost magical.

everything is going almost perfect now. the slow pace has taught me to indulge the wonders of a book, to pick up knitting again, comedies, comedies, and to work with a blitheful heart.

cheryl is all with glee (:

now that school's out. i have so much time on my hands, i find myself at a loss with how to plan my time. off the top of my head, i can think of a few things that i need to get done, yet it doesnt seem suffice to feed my workaholicism. so my days seems so unstructured. it's only the 2nd day, 3 more months of this.

helloo soggy friers (:

oh it's so exciting, everyone's going back to school tmr. freshman year is over, it's year2 (: lol, not for me though, i have another 3 more months break, school's gonna start later this year. dont ask me why :/ i don't know.

sunrise service was refreshing (: the symbolic prettaye stones to roll away were nice. breko was yummy after that. oh the mass dance choreograph to speedy gonzales is soooo cute (: and so is jack johnson's monkey, curious george.

Nichole Nordeman- Why
We rode into town the other day
Just me and my daddy
He said I'd finally reached the age
And I could ride
Next to him on a horse
That of course was not quite as wide

We heard a crowd of people shouting
And so we stopped to find out why
And there was that Man
That my dad said he loved
But today there was fear in His eyes

So I said daddy why are they screaming
Why are the faces of some of them beaming
Why is He dressed in that bright purple robe
I bet that crown hurts Him more than He shows
Daddy please can't you do something
He looks as though He's gonna cry
You said He was stronger than all of those guys
Daddy please tell me why
Why does everyone want Him to die

Later that day the sky grew cloudy
And daddy said I should go inside
Somehow he knew things would get stormy
Lord was he right
But I could not keep from wondering
If there was something he had to hide
So after he left I had to find out
I was not afraid of getting lost
So I followed the crowds
To a hill where I knew men had been killed
And I heard a voice come from the cross

And it said father why are they screaming
Why are the faces of some of them beaming
Why are they casting their lots for my robe
This crown of thorns hurts me more than it shows
Father please... can't You do something
I know that You must hear my cry
I thought I could handle a cross of this size
Father remind me why
Why does everyone want me to die
When will I understand why

My precious son
I hear them screaming
I'm watching the face of the enemy beaming
But soon I will clothe You in robes of my own
Jesus this hurts me much more than You know
But this dark hour I must do nothing
For I've heard Your unbearable cries
The power in Your blood destroys all of the lies
Soon You'll see past their unmerciful eyes
Look there below... see the child
Trembling by her father's side
Now I can tell You why
She is why You must die

this song made me cry. right before this song, i was thinking about alice, just the day before, she told me of the social unrest in 98' back in indonesia. and i felt so sadden by all the inhumane things they did. she told me of how they managed to run away, and of all the other sad stories. i really felt the hurt and pain they experienced. and i was just thinking, if something had happened to her then, i wouldnt have met such a wonderful friend. her story amplified this song. oh so much must it have hurt god to see jesus die that way. if i could feel so much sadness for alice, what more god for his only son?

am i really that worth it?

hur hur. sorry folks, if you thought i was tired on good friday, i wasnt. i was really crying really badly. it sort of shook me, before meeting everyone after service. realising how we take the peace and stability here for granted. and for the times we laugh at all the beauty queens whom do that bimbotic "world peace" thing, made me realise how foolish we are. but really, the world we live in, isn't all that candy like the sheltered lives we have. i've never really heard a story so real before. i found myself crying and praying for this sinful world.

FSK 05/06. it's such a blessing to be in a good class, with a good pool of hard working talented aspiring designers. it's very much said, that all the lecturers love this class.

oh guee. red po speaks canto. like faidi faidi. and soggy fries avenue rocks my socks.

and the sweetest things.

oh no. art history exam. i don't like.

oh yes. counter marking. i like (:

i needed to get court shoes for something. so i skipped a class to do all that, the nice alice helped me to submit my work (: (which took donkaye years to print at the print shops, they were running on emacs and pcs). yeah anyway, i got the shoes. i bet peipei and fio are laughing their head off. i had to go to bata 3 times, because i couldn't decide if i wanted to get the shoes, but i really really needed to shoes by then. the smallest size they had were size 4. and all that i tried on, slipped off my feet after walking a round. even after slipping in extra padding. hur hur. until, until, we finally found this marvellous pair that covered my whole feet and didn't slip off. so i got this one (:





so since i skipped the class already anyway, i had a little time to spare for dark chocolate, strawberry, tiramitsu, durian, irish coffee, lemon sorbet, rum n raisin and mint chocolate. (: yay. and spoons. and spoons. and spoons. (: and yup, we do realise the photos are a saddistic cheap thrill (:

after which i skipped of to band practise, while we were taking time to get right with the drums, i couldn't help but realise, the improvement from where we started. way to go nuns and moses.

the good laugh at 'eii lubb euu'. and the big hoohaa goes on. and on.

<fiona>: yes manda. stop that. english is not holy, nor is it bastardized. it's just another language that is more universal than the others cos it's used in more places/countries thats it. geeeees. people.
<-mandi->: its bastardized cause its taken from nearly ALL the languages in the world ! it doesnt have its own root 'root'
<-mandi->: if he/she were kids age probably 5 secs for relics like us 5 minutes
<fiona>: ok reason accepted for bastardized english. for relics, 5mins!??! i thought was at least 15. =x

murhh, yes i love the drama, continue to muse me with this pointless arguement please.

and baby girl's having a friendly with warren today. all the best dearie (:

hello. hello. helllooo.
bye. byee. byeee.

an investment i made.

nostalgia



look. cool shite.


i finally filled in the application. when i talked to clar abt the couple of jobs i'll be taking on. she freaked out at the term growing up

vs major project, group. the rush - hinges were glued on at 8ish and the boat at 10ish, final touches by 12ish. rationale and game play done by 1ish. photography taken at 6ish, it was too dark and the lighting was bad, so it couldn't be helped. and the last piece was fixed in at 8ish. we got through it. mary's quiet happy with the game concept and construction.

and dummit. a silly twit copied out of my rationale. im ggggggrrrh. but i shall keep all the not so nice wxyztwingy to myself.

oh dear, mary's treatening to fail a group unless they redo their flashcards and submit by 9 tmr because it seems they have ripped off a set of images from somewhere.

















yay! oh yay! now that vs is over, i can finally catch some rest, and prepare for my other 3 submissions next week. lol. it seems as though, vs is the only one that causes us to freak.

nightmares don't always remain as nightmares. i managed to get some BOSTIK CONTACT GLUE on my hair. brilliant huh?

take note.

worship team - bsf has been brought forward to this fri, as next week is good friday.
oclites - channel one will be pushed back to next sat, as there are 5 sats this month.

and all nice people shalt pass the msg around.

breaking point.

blue foam, bastard files, face masks. swollen red blistered hand.

snoosh, the pre-presentation/submission perks. it's hilarious. everyone shares about all the weird bad nightmares they've been having lately, it's all got to do with screwing up, like like pasting some abstract art over our critical essays or some hideous terrifying evil monstor chasing from behind , or some bad death.

nasty things.

with all my classmates around, i've never experienced such a quiet bus ride. it's amazing, everyone fell asleep instantly. and oh yeah, we nearly missed my stop.

more nugguts. submission today.


it's funny. this guy use to be the most feared man of his time. and now we treat him like a sticker, a pop icon.

did you realise something missing from my blog? my ice cream sticks and boo are missing. lol. so i guess they finally closed our accts afterall.

nugguts. presentation today. :/

i saw uhhmm the most perculiar thing. a cat. with one green eye and one blue eye.

^^
(oo)

something like that. just that the cat was white. in case you think it's some silly art student painting or something, it's not. it's actually a real cat. my friend's actually.

ultimate teen slang dictionary
n. slang for a particular chain of fast-food burger restaurants.
"Man, are you coming down to cheryl's?"


The Advertising Slogan Generator
Thank Cheryl It's Friday.


random product idea
cheryl is a rubber fish! It can move faster than the speed of light!

Doctor Unheimlich has diagnosed me with Cherylitis
Cause:	peer pressure
Symptoms:	extremely squeaky voice, excessive facial paralysis, blisters
Cure:	click heels together three times
Enter your name, for your own diagnosis:

so i was having fun with the crazyiznatish cheryl thingy.

oh and cheryl means beloved.

my dear friends, so all you know, if i could, i rather be there and go through it all with you. i'm not quite sure what i should say. but to begin with, it needn't be this way.

just when i thought that i could get past april fools without being tricked. there was this.

coffee at al ameen is bad. they're overyl generous on the sugar and too stingy on the caffine.

just got back again, i'm tired now, good night world.