hownowbrowncow?

there are so much more banes to boons, or maybe im just rationalizing.
je deteste organic chemistry very very much. im glad tomorrow is the last day i will see it. but im trying very hard for it, just so it wouldn't pull down my cap THAT much. i realli hope i remember all the reactions,

because they really dun make much sense.

yayy army boy im happy for u(= i still remember how sad and depressed u were when u just went into bmt. do u remember? but guess what! it's gonna be over reeaaaal soon and i hope that makes u a happy boy again!=)looking forward to impress shock u with my driving skills HAHA i hope u haf life insurance?

i guess im gonna miss my pgp room, since after all, i DID spend a huge amount of time in there. but what im gonna miss most is the waking up later-than-if-i-stayed-at-home and my realli nice friend, cher(: it's alright!nous voulons prendre la deuxieme francais course pendant le prochaine sem!a bientot mon amie:)

been doing much thinking both by myself and with mich, and i really am quite certain yet quite confused. im certain about where i want to head to, yet unsure if im blocking out God's prompting. sigh so hard..so hard:( but what's the point if im doing this only out of guilt, whereas i might be doing that other thing out of passion and my heart's desire?i really dunnoe, so tell me, will You? time's running out, im turning twenty.

been wondering when i should go on sep. year2sem2 or year3sem1? france brit or switzerland? france would be fun cuz can visit mes cousins, mai je n'ai pas aller a switz ou brit.hmm thinkthinkthink

im getting old.that's scary. no more a teenager in 4 months.
chinese new year in 2 months.
christmas in 1 month.
end of exams in 1 week
end of organic chem in 21 hours(=

some say love, it is a river that drowns the tender reed
some say love it is a razor that leaves your soul to bleed
some say love it is a hunger, an endless aching need

i say love it is a flower
and you, its only seed

it's the heart afraid of breaking that never learns to dance
it's the dream afraid of waking that never takes a chance

it's the one who won't be taken, who cannot seem to give
and the soul afraid of dying, that never learns to live.

when the night has been too lonely, and the road has been too long
and you think that love is only for the lucky and the strong.
just remember in the winter far beneath the bitter snows
lies the seed that with the sun's light in the spring becomes the rose.