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Oh, I really hate posting a lot of pictures on my personal space but I really like taking pictures. So, I am really contemplating on whether I should open up a Flickr account to post up all my pictures. It is like I have been taking so many pictures with my SLR and I have nowhere to post. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do not even know why I am here. I just know that I have managed to complete my Econs Case Study and one History Source Base. Gosh, it took me the whole afternoon to complete them and I really feel pretty accomplished. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And oh, I have decided to join Frisbee permanently. I really need a day out doing some recreational sports. Frisbee sounds not that fun but at least I have my friends with me and I guess that should suffice to make it fun. I do not know whether I will get new injuries because I am someone who always gets injured when I dedicate myself to a new sport. I really want to graduate from CJC learning something new. You know, like something that I can be proud of twenty years down the road. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had a squabble with Mom this morning with the most stupid thing on Earth. Nothing. We had a tiff about nothing at all. When I tried to think about this morning, all I could remembered was that I had a squabble with Mom but I could not remember what it was all about. My mood swings are getting from worse, I guess. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Read at least three days' worth of newspaper. I did not know that I have missed out so much in these past 3 days. How can I? School work, duh. It has been sucking my time away. Everyday, I come home to school work. Everyday, I go school to more school work. Anyway, the Comment and Analysis section featured in the Today newspaper (I really hate to read Straits Time. 1. It is not A3 in size. 2. I have to read Home News and World News separately 3. Damn, I look old when I read that) was awesome! I really loved how some people just have so much to say about Japan's debt crisis and of course so many more (which I have forgotten, oh no). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, look up at the above five paragraphs. Too many words. I wonder who reads this space, sometimes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5693533522541057838-3971406156454740686?l=kiss-a-morphine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I hate to sleep with my stomach full but neither do I have other things to do. I am working on a present right now. Hard work but worth it. I shouldn't eat the prata in the first place so I wouldn't be here typing this nonsense. Sigh. &lt;br /&gt;
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School is starting very soon. I hope by the time school starts, I am able to start studying and really mug hard. Haven't been really mugging these 9 days despite having a new year resolution saying that I have to study for more than 2 hours every weekday and 6 hours every weekend. ): &lt;br /&gt;
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God, now I really need your help. Help me tide through this year with hard work and perseverance. (: &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5693533522541057838-2004632896018567690?l=kiss-a-morphine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Also, throughout this entire holiday, I have been really fulfilling the task of losing weight that I have set myself to do it before the holidays. Yes, I have lost weight but they are not the healthy kilos that I have wanted to lose. Instead, they are those kilos that I have lost because of sleepless nights or due to the endless meals that I have skipped. Another thing I have not achieved during this holiday was to catch up with my studies. I have caught up with my primary school mates recently and it was a blast but for studies, I have left it behind me and now I am really guilt-stricken when I looked back and realized that I have sort of wasted my December holidays. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is what I constantly tell myself what I want to sit down and study. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) I should rest and not study this holiday because I am going to mug my ass off next year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) I am really going to mug my ass off next year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) I am really really going to mug my ass off next year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the fourth and fifth are around the same with additional 'really' to make me feel better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am shitted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, when I am typing this, I feel even more shitted. I don't know whether a not I will really mug my ass off next year but I have to, no matter what. I am not going to let anything distract me like in 2010 and 2011. I am just going to prepare myself for that few weeks that I have to sit for my paper and be determine that nothing screws up. It's after all my A levels. Every time I say this, my mind have to rebut and tell me these :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) C'mon, it's just your A levels.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) It is not like you are not going to do your best, don't stress yourself up about this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, I am really really shitted this time. Now, I know why I always don't sit down and study. Now, I know why I always don't lose weight successfully. I now know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Having this realization is one step to success. I realized that I will always have this two-sided thought in me. It is unhealthy and I am trying my best to remove it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am really going to work out a resolution this evening and print it out by tonight. I am so serious about this resolution. The number one thing I am going to do next year... Hmmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5693533522541057838-7920991200145196502?l=kiss-a-morphine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Really a big thank you to all of you. Next, to all those people who have wished me on Facebook. I feel really touched and loved. Most importantly, all of you who remembered my birthday made me feel very blessed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To my closest friends, you know who you are. Thank you for the birthday dinner and birthday presents and birthday wishes and many many more. To my family, thank you for the birthday cake, birthday presents and birthday hugs. I am not a person who can express myself very well when people celebrate my birthday for me. I feel a little awkward in situations like these but I know very well that all of you love me. It's really heartwarming to have a bunch of friends coming together just to celebrate my birthday. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had one of the best birthday celebration in the world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now to Christmas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't have the tradition to celebrate Christmas until I came to Bukit View's Girls' Brigade. Hmm, from this CCA, I realized the importance of this date and the significance behind it. I know that it is not just a day of giving, a day of joy or whatsoever but it is a day where my savior is born.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To my dearest dearest God,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank You for allowing me to know You. My life has never been short of amazement ever since I get to know You. Every day, I get to live life seeing happy things happening around me. Every day, I get to know how blessed I can be. Every day, people I love tell me they love me. Thank You for being here for me and with me. Thank You for answering my prayers and for forgiving all my sins. Without You, I won't be here today because whenever I'm down and out, You lead me back to Your arms. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, thank You for blessing my family. Each and everyone of them have received your blessings in every way. Thank You for blessing my friends and answering their prayers too! Finally, thank You for blessing me. I must admit that I have received plenty of blessings from You. Countless of blessings. With me being in front of the computer, it is already a blessing. With me just turning seventeen a few days ago, it is already a blessing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't be any happier that You being born today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really can't wait for Chalet with my bunch of close friends. Yay! :) Can't wait for it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, I will be having a booth in the upcoming flea in Scape Play Market. I'm selling my pre-loved clothes and also clothes that I have bought impulsively and never got to wear. I'm also selling away my storybooks that used to be bestsellers! I'm also selling brand new accessories. So come down and find me. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5693533522541057838-1909314625785032980?l=kiss-a-morphine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Have to talk to it almost everyday? Can't live without your iPod Nano? Can't get away from Twitter or Facebook? Can't leave your computer alone? This video contest is for you. :D Click on the link now! Join the video contest!&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://sg.churpchurp.com/saysthequeen/share/cantlivewithouttech2?utm_source=social_btn&amp;amp;utm_medium=sharing"&gt;If u think u #CantLiveWithoutTech, u should submit a video for this contest cos u can win a trip to Silicon Valley &amp;amp; other great prizes!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't think you are up to this but still want to win some cash prizes? Here is another way for you to win money without making videos! Make a wish! It is as simple as that. Make a wish at CitibankSG Facebook today and win some money!  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To me, being constantly in loved is a very important thing. Being in love with God is very important. Being in love with my family and friends is very important. I will constantly make sure that I'm in love with them. I don't know how to make that happen but I try. &lt;br /&gt;
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That's why spending quality time with the people I love is very important to me. That's why when the people whom I love and care about are sad, I worry. &lt;br /&gt;
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That's why when you are behaving like this, in this weird manner, I hurt really badly. I don't know what I have done wrongly or even if I did anything wrongly. &lt;br /&gt;
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I just have to pray. This time, I will have to pray very very hard. I have been praying for quite some time about it. I just have to keep on trying, I guess. &lt;br /&gt;
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I would like to think that I am using my free time wisely by either resting or watching online movies. Sometimes, I go out with my friends to do a little shopping, catch a movie or eat and drink some coffee. Some days, I would just work out.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These December holidays have been quite fulfilling in terms of having ample personal rest time. As for the time to catch up with my studies, I haven't been faithfully doing it. I am very guilty of it because just moments ago, I see my brother, who is taking his O level next year, studying his ass off. I am really guilty now. Very guilty, in fact. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I need help to really settle myself down and start studying. The deal here for is was to actually enjoy the November holidays and start studying when December comes. However, now when December comes, I have more things to complete and more people to meet up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I have decided to make a list of things that I have done till date ever since the end of OP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Catch up on at least 2 drama series. ( The two in my previous blog post)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Catch up on at least 4 movies. (One Day, Kaiji 2, Already Famous andYou're the Apple of my Eye)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Complete at least 2 storybooks. (The Lady Oracle and One day)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Hanging out in at least 2 new cafes. (Strictly Pancakes and Food For Thoughts)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Going out with my friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Going out with my family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Attempted to study but failed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Sleep. ( Yes, I slept so much)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. Exercise. (Swam 4-5 times, Ran 4-5 times, Abs exercise 3-4 times)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. Doing nothing. ( Almost all the time)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need help. I am feeling super guilty to type this out when I am supposed to be sleeping. Or studying. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh Abby, what the hell have you been doing? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh. Big big sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bye. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5693533522541057838-931522990545955522?l=kiss-a-morphine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I urge everyone who comes across this page to watch this drama. It is worth every minute of your precious time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Basically, this drama is about a woman and a man who got married when they are in a drunken stupor. Each of them has their own partner and once they woke up and realized their own folly, they decide to undo whatever they have done. ( The story p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lot is a little like What Happens in Vegas and Fated to Love You) But, it is an awesome rom-com. Furthermore, Rainie Yang's hair style is so upbeat and pretty. She is spotting short hair for this drama and it does not look so childish on her anymore. She has moved out of her childish and naive characters. She, in this drama, plays a very mature but silly romantic role. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L1cIOLh9V7I/TtJDLuW2TFI/AAAAAAAAB74/jog_tLGetdA/s1600/300px-Drunk.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1AX9oel3cJs/TtJG3lN8JuI/AAAAAAAAB8E/AGQ5LHWIeKQ/s400/posterforensic3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679680000764946146" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Forensic Heroes III/法證先鋒III&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The third sequel is out! Finally!I can say that this particular Forensic Heroes series is not that catchy and nice. It is particularly draggy and it focuses a lot on the romance part of the movie. The cases are interesting but it is quite easy to predict who is the real murderer. So basically, it is not as nice as FH1 or FH2. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spend your holidays well, readers! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bye. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5693533522541057838-5376073801910823025?l=kiss-a-morphine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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We shopped crazily for three days and finally I settled for a maxi sequined dress.&lt;br /&gt;Prom. Best night ever.&lt;br /&gt;Work at Sim Lian. I've learned about many things. Basically the most important lesson was not to judge people based on their looks and that some people are so genuinely good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;December 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;My birthday. It was a blast. Everyone around me celebrated with me. My secondary friends, my family, my church friends and many more.&lt;br /&gt;A bit stoked for 2011. Made a whole list of resolutions and I guess half of it was successfully achieved.&lt;br /&gt;Countdown was with the same group of people.&lt;br /&gt;Made a prayer at the last minute. Spend my last minute of 2010 with God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;January 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O level Results. Wasn't that panicky because I dreamed about a revelation the night before. I can never forget that day. I came to school with painted nails and Ms Chua asked me to do something about it. In the end, I bandaged my ten fingers with band-aids.&lt;br /&gt;Endless open houses visits with Perlyn.&lt;br /&gt;First day in CJC. It was not as bad as I thought it would be but it was also not as good as I thought it will be.&lt;br /&gt;Orientation was great. Made a bunch of friends but lost contact with most of them except for maybe Daphne and a few more.&lt;br /&gt;Met my home tutor and my first impression of him was that he is a China-man. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;February 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CCA. Sports and Fitness. Gave up joining Netball and Odac because their training dates are too crazy but I now regretted not joining Netball.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much. Just schooling and more schooling. Still getting used of my classmates and the school's surrounding.&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, I was always late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;March 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much except the release of Project work's grouping. Got a shock of my life but now thinking back, my group was really the most awesome group. We had fights here and there. Plenty of misunderstandings. Plenty of fun, I guess. Nonetheless, we nailed it. :D&lt;br /&gt;March holidays was completely different from the previous few.&lt;br /&gt;Studied with the JC gang at Bras Basah Macs every Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 2011&lt;br /&gt;I was still in the Honeymoon period. Not studying. Not paying attention in class. Was either sleeping or dozing off during lectures.&lt;br /&gt;Relationship problems.&lt;br /&gt;Starting to feel a little panicky towards the end of April.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 2011&lt;br /&gt;Completely no memory of it. Maybe just the memory of taking my first ever GP paper. So unprepared. So so unprepared. Maybe you can also say that it is the first exam paper that I was so unprepared for.&lt;br /&gt;Starting to grow near to God, very near.&lt;br /&gt;Starting to make my morning prayers a habit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 2011&lt;br /&gt;Play time. Was supposedly a break for us to study for Mid years. I just went through the notes. Didn't mentally study anything. The first exam that I was not prepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 2011&lt;br /&gt;Whacked all Mid years.&lt;br /&gt;Got back the results. Yup.&lt;br /&gt;Suck big time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August, September, October 2011&lt;br /&gt;Study. PW. School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I reflect, I realized that the only thing I have gained throughout this entire journey, the only thing worth and valuable was God's grace and love. I saw it right with my own eyes. I saw how God protected me throughout this entire journey. I saw how God carried me when I was down and out. I felt God's love whenever I feel like giving up. He is amazing. He really is. He was and will be with me everyday of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, God. Without you, I won't be who I am today. I won't be where I am now. Most importantly, without you, I'm just an empty shell. A robot. A person without a soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5693533522541057838-5442689357060229939?l=kiss-a-morphine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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It's the holidays but it doesn't feel like it is one. Honestly, I was hoping that I can repay all my sleeping debts that I have accumulated ever since PW started. My schedule isn't allowing me to do so. I think I can make do right? Go out lesser, watch lesser dramas and sleep more. I can also save more $$$.           &lt;br /&gt;
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Have been religiously exercising and eating at the same time. How do I lose weight when I do all of these simultaneously? Oh, did I mention? I went to Hatched Cafe with Bryan the other day and I dare say that they serve the best scrambled eggs in this town. :) Made me so happy. &lt;br /&gt;
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Coupled with pancakes from SPC, everything is perfect. However, if you want to have pancakes and scrambled eggs from these two places, you have to make do and packet it to one of the places. &lt;br /&gt;
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"A moment on your lips, a lifetime on your hips!" &lt;br /&gt;
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The guy who is there for everyone. The guy who is there when I was down, when I needed someone, when I wanted someone to punch and when I wanted someone to laugh and cry with. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You said, " We're like them." I said, "No, far from it." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wished we really were like Dexter and Emma. They are such a lovely couple. In the movies and in the book. They lived through 20 years without knowing that they were each other's soul mate/lovers etc. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px; background-color: rgba(157, 88, 46, 0.0976563); "&gt;You are my best friend, my confidante, my nemesis, my family and maybe my soul mate. That's why we can't be together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px; background-color: rgba(157, 88, 46, 0.0976563); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sometimes, I see you in a different light. I do miss you like how Emma misses Dex but not to the extent that we can be like this. I wish we could. We are far from it. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to be strong for you especially in times like this. I want to hug you and tell you that everything is going to be okay. You still have me and I will be your best friend forever. Not those BFFs, but you know it. Best friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you. You know who you are. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And trust me, days with you are days like no other. You deserve to be happy. I know you will be reading this and I want you to be happy. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5693533522541057838-7549631828502009032?l=kiss-a-morphine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Or P-day. Or whatever people like to call it. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I prayed to Him fervently for a few months. I wanted to promote really badly. I wanted my friends to promote really badly. I wanted my entire class, if possible, to promote too. I wanted this and I wanted that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, a few weeks ago, I became greedier. I wanted to get all Ds for my promotional results. I wanted more. What I want was endless. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, I got what I have been praying for. I was speechless. I was thankful. I was so happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I stopped to think and I realized what a wonderful Lord I have. A Lord who is always with me. A Lord who answers my prayers and gives the very best to me. My best is this but with God my best is even more. What I wanted may be all Ds but this was not what I've got and I realized that it is the best for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God knows me so well. God knows that if I get what I want now, I will be very complacent. God wants me to keep working hard. God wants me to still persevere until my A levels. Yes, God is awesome and God is Great. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have promoted but I think it is more than just being promoted in CJC. I have grown to know more about Him. Grown to know more about the world. Grown to accept that the world is ugly but I can actually try my best to make it pretty. Grown spiritually and mentally. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Glory to God. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S I pray that Daphne will promote too. With all my heart, Lord.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5693533522541057838-7383820633319743853?l=kiss-a-morphine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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