just plain old sucky bad.

u might say i am exaggerating. but i guess only i can know how it feels like.

never ever hurt so bad in my 19 years of life. maybe slightly comparable to when i my grandmother passed away.

but i guess, God has His plans.

that is all i can manage to say. because even though the storm is over, and the sun is out, there are still broken pieces that i have to pick up and move on.

i suppose, the worst part is not having anyone to talk about it to. and also, having to deal with it asap before i led worship just now.

one of the toughest things i had to do. escaping wasnt an option.

even at the very last minute i struggled to hold back my tears.

yet somehow, God made it work.

there was joy within me to help me pull through.

still wondering how the sudden bout of flu came about as i was having lunch alone.

just couldnt stop sneezing and my nose wouldnt stop running.

and when i started singing, it stopped. completely.

but once i was done leading worship, it came back all again.

bizarre.

anyway, i guess worship went pretty alright. cant bargain for more in the state that i was.

cant talk about this anymore.

should learn to move on and stop brooding on such negative things. cuz NO ONE CARES AMELIA. stop it.

haha.

alright.

on to happier things. the friday YA went to play paintball yesterday.

gosh! was rather sian as i had to go down myself. that wasnt the bad part.

was very irritated because the bus went in the wrong direction as shown on the map

very angry >:( summore it was so hot that morning.

oh wells. anyway, we eventually got into the game.

i seriously didnt know what was happening for the first round of 3.

i was like trying to hide and shoot at the same time. which was damn hard to do.

a lot of confusion.quite hilarious i would say. thinking back it makes me laugh.

and someone shot me in the ass! ?!?!?!

still dont know who that is. anyway, i dont have as many battle scars as everyone else.

but i guess it wasnt as bad as i though. at least i wasnt hit in the head.

oh wells.

weekend burnt again.

and the house smells of burnt cookies cuz bernice left the cookies heating in the microwave for too long.

okay. exams are coming soon.

every man for himself.

haha.