lifesong
Everyone needs compassion
Love that's never failing
Let mercy fall on me
Everyone needs forgiveness
The kindness of a Saviour
The hope of nations
Saviour, He can move the mountains
My God is mighty to save
He is mighty to save
Forever author of salvation
He rose and conquered the grave
Jesus conquered the grave
So take me as you find me
All my fears and failures
Fill my life again
I give my life to follow
Everything I believe in
Now I surrender
Shine your light in
Let the whole world see
We're singing, for the glory
Of the risen King
Jesus, Shine your light in
Let the whole world see
We're singing for the glory
Of the risen king
Thursday, September 15, 2005
-1:34 pm
I'm stuck at home with a sore throat, which has reduced my voice to a miserable croak, a running nose, cough and a slight headache. This must be the result of late nights and eating too many durian snowskin mooncakes and oreos to celebrate the end of exams. Pigging out does have its consequences besides the weight that comes along. Got an MC for today but I think I'll head down to school later for my literature course so that I won't miss the screening of The Hours, as much as I'll like to just bum around at home and sleep my day away.
Ok now I'm gearing up for a typical girly rant so if you're a male and you're reading this, you might just want to close this window to protect yourself from the onslaught of vanity and petty complaints.
My mom has been telling me that I've been eating too much nowadays. She thinks I've put on weight visibly (which I disagree with
to a certain extent) and it contributed to this horrible outbreak of pimples on my face. Yea, maybe I have been eating more than usual, with the yummy chicken pies I eat for recess (I didn't use to have recess at all) and all that excessive junk food I've been consuming. Bleargh.
But then, if I'm putting on weight, then why do all my clothes seem looser and bigger on me now? Mystery of the week. My conclusion is that I've been becoming bulkier from working out more often, and all that excess fat has gone to some other place which isn't that obvious. Now where have they all gone too? I have a few guesses but then I can't be certain about it because I can't quite remember how I looked like last time. No, I definitely don't measure my waist, thighs, arms and what not with a measuring tape like
some other girls do.
People have been telling me that I've lost a lot of weight, especially since sec. 2, but my mom, dad and maid disagrees. Think about it, if my family members, who see me every day think I've put on weight, surely it must be true because usually the people who see you most often can't tell minor changes in appearances. Hmph. Majority wins I guess so I think I'll just reduce my calorie intake and be more self-controlled when confronted with temptations like a mountain of chocolate fudge ice cream. Like they say, a moment on the lips, forever on the hips.
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