weird

Haha this weekend was weird. Really really weird. Gosh.
Friday was weird because I suddenly didn't feel bad about spending a not-so-small sum of money.
Saturday was weird because Synod Youth Games was weird. Overwhelmingly difficult, seemingly pointless and definitely exhausting.
Sunday was weird because it was the fun-nest time I have ever had with Cat High Alumni (lynx) in a league match.

I managed to catch up a bit with Marcus Tan recently, on Saturday. Even though it was an online chat it felt great to know that I'm not forgotten, but it also made me feel guilty for not being able to appreciate these old friends that I have. Darn. Anyway, quote Marcus (hope you don't mind)

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Marcus says:
haha we all have our struggles

Marcus says:
its quite hard to adapt

Marcus says:
cus, its pretty damned different
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And, I pretty damned agree. Gee. It has been a real struggle for me to adapt to the new life I have now compared to what I had in Catholic High. Now what, I'm just getting used to JC life and the A levels are just around the corner. Not just that, anyway. The problems bugging me just keep multiplying... Sometimes I really feel like I can't do this, I want to end this right now, but I know it isn't the right way out of the problem. Frustrating, when the old problems come back to haunt me, and the not-so-old problems too.

GOD SAVE ME D:

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Praise You In This Storm - Casting Crowns

I was sure by now
That You would have reached down
And wiped our tears away
Stepped in and saved the day
But once again, I say “Amen”, and it’s still raining

As the thunder rolls
I barely hear Your whisper through the rain
“I’m with you”
And as You mercy falls
I raise my hands and praise the God who gives
And takes away

I’ll praise You in this storm
And I will lift my hands
For You are who You are
No matter where I am
Every tear I’ve cried
You hold in Your hand
You never left my side
And though my heart is torn
I will praise You in this storm

I remember when
I stumbled in the wind
You heard my cry
You raised me up again
My strength is almost gone
How can I carry on
If I can’t find You

As the thunder rolls
I barely hear You whisper through the rain
“I’m with you”
And as Your mercy falls
I raise my hands and praise the God who gives
And takes away

I lift my eyes unto the hills
Where does my help come from?
My help comes from the Lord
The Maker of Heaven and Earth