number three

i am not a print designer.

i am not a designer.

i am not.

there, i said it. i don't know what i am. even after all these time.

what good is two As and a B+ when in the end i fail at what i'm supposed to be doing best

worked so hard only to be told that it's not even good enough to pass

what's the point?

today marks the longest we've been apart in the past 3 years.

glad we've had all those practice in the years before.

another 12 days to go in this cold weather. happy and sad at the same time.

i think the hardest part about being back in melb is being the third/fifth wheel.

once again i am reminded of the power of God and His faithfulness even when I haven't been faithful.

nothing else can explain how one minute i felt like i really cannot make the flight tomorrow, and the next, i feel well enough.

He is the King of kings, the Lord of lords.

when you work hard on something, they don't appreciate it.
when you decide that it's not worth doing, they say you're not dependable.
when you have a million other things to do, yet you still do their stuff, and email it to them because that's what they asked to do, the other person accuse you of not doing cuz the other one never check his mail or never pass message.

or they'll ask for something, and then they don't come and collect it.

men are just so clueless.

now i get it when mummy says, "yala, he always say want this want that but he dont see the fine little details, and guess who got to think of those things and prepare them?"

me heading to specific shops that i needed to get stuff from, tapau-ing food, and go home.

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i wonder if anyone else argues over how to make instant noodles ..