beautiful disaster

My crazy printer's played me out again. Instead of getting a nice 3-sheet essay, I get a horribly disordered 4-sheet one because the printer printed the wrong things on the wrong side of the paper (it really wasn't my fault!). Oh well, at least I saved ink. It's just not very nicely ordered, which is annoying, but something I can live with. And the words are tinted green because my printer's running out of ink. I warned Mr Miles it would be green today and asked if I could send it to him to get printed out but evidently he hates printers even more than I do and decided to put up with the green ink to save himself work.

It's been three weeks into the new year and there are signs of progress. First, the rain has stopped. (I have mixed feelings about that; I liked pretending I was someplace cold and dreary); secondly, the more-confirmed timetables are out (we live in perpetual fear of drastic shifts in timetabling); thirdly, our Chinese teacher is really, really nice (which means we can shift periods around so we can go home earlier--everyone likes going home earlier, even if we don't have anything to do at home).

The juniors seem to be a nice, if eccentric, bunch. MG's head prefect 2005 Lousia Lim is in a15, so we've got one MG girl to carry on the line in humanities (it's not really a big deal, I guess, but it's nice). The first day we met the juniors we talked and I wanted to tell her everything i'd learnt in humanities about myself and life and God, but I held back in case she got scared away. Sometimes I wish I could read minds; I wonder if my classmates ever felt as miserable as I did in my first year (and sometimes even now).

This year I still feel too tired to study as madly as I did in sec 4. I really don't know how I did it--what on earth possessed me to be so precise and thorough in my planning and studying? All the drive I had seems to have dissipated--all I want to do today is enjoy the day, discover new things, and live. Live in a different way I had lived when I was sec 4, because we are different people--the past and I.

jac was here with you 1/16/2006 05:26:00 pm

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My Destiny
Psalm 46 (NASB)
God is our refuge and strength,
A very present help in trouble.
Therefore we will not fear, though the earth should change
And though the mountains slip into the heart of the sea;
Though its waters roar and foam,
Though the mountains quake at its swelling pride.

There is river whose streams make glad the city of God,
The holy dwelling places of the Most High.
God is in the midst of her, she will not be moved;
God will help her when morning dawns.
The nations made an uproar, the kingdoms tottered;
He raised His voice, the earth melted.
The Lord of hosts is with us;
The God of Jacob is our stronghold.

Come, behold the works of the Lord,
Who has wrought desolations in the earth.
He makes wars to cease to the end of the earth;
He breaks the bow and cuts the spear in two;
He burns the chariots with fire.
"Cease striving and know that I am God;
I will be exalted among the nations, I will be exalted in the earth."
The Lord of hosts is with us;
The God of Jacob is our stronghold.