so go with the groove.

i cant believe it but for the first time in my life, i actually thought that dance was fun. swinging, bopping, hopping and basically just making a fool out of myself was not that bad when everyone else was doing the same and having a good laugh.

and honestly, 5 hours after all that (which really didnt feel that long at all), i walked out of the doors having a new rhythm in me that almost drove me to start shimmying down the sidewalks at uni.

something about the 50s that drives me to do things i would never imagine i would.

(arent u proud of me, xin?:D)

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a random post because i feel randomly happy

people who know me best probably would have known how much i hate it when i oversleep.it has this strange sort of domino effect on my day and everything just ends up in shambles at the end of it all. it's really a bad emotional habit of mine that im learning to change and to try to entrust every single day to God(despite and in spite of the fact that things dont go the way i planned them to) but yeah, so i was really surprised that today wasnt as bad as i had imagined it to be:) i was supposed to head down for ocf's first bible study at 10 but guess what, i kept snoozing my alarm clock and i guess somewhere along the way, i accidentally pressed the button to switch it off. i ended up waking at 11 instead(am i a pig or what) and realised that the guys were waiting for me for the past half an hour and consequently caused the bible study to start half an hour late:/ gosh i still feel super apologetic and guilty about it. but anyway, on with my story, since i couldnt make it for oc...

the emmient change.

i am officially annoyed at how long it's taking me to change the layout of my blog. so annoyed that im almost tempted to search for my old blog template and restore it to its good old times. i am increasingly amazed and dismayed at my tendency to not carry through what i had originally planned to. --time for change! (though let's just leave the blog in construction till another day.:P)

i love physics.

every morning an endless battle ensues within me. the gravitational force that's tugging at me back into bed and the equally strong urgency derived from a pile of never ending work that's making me move towards my breakfast drawer. usually the one that requires me to travel the shortest distance ends up victorious. the bed of cos, which goes without saying. unless the force on the other end is simply too great a draw- a growling stomach maybe, but almost all the time, it's about work that's loading as if each piece were under the influence of gravity and the only way it could go is down onto me. sometimes i wish both forces work in the same direction.

life's mean reds.

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