Sometimes, i don’t know why i do the things i do. I just do them. Heh.
Like, praying the wrong verse. “Hope is the substance of things hoped for.” Very good, Ellie. It’s FAITH la, stoopid.
=.=”
Or, being someone else’s punching bag. I got whacked like, 4 times tonight. Twice from Mr.Tingginoch. Totally uncalled for. *boinks*
Guess i’m still learning how to respond, and not react. Hehehehe.
Things i’m still learning :
#1. One should not wear kungfu pants when one is asked to ask pray on stage. (even if it was last minute)
#2. One cannot simply whack people in front of others just because one is whacked first.
#3. One must understand that one may not be forgiven even if one apologises.
Edited : #4. One should not pout when one is reprimanded by another leader. Even if one feels that one is not at fault. That just wouldn’t be the adult thing to do.
Susah-lah. I’ve got a lot of growing up to do. Aiiiiihhhhhhhhhhhhh.
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Sunrise Jazz & Rhythm Festival this Friday, anyone? :) Or maybe Dark Knight instead? Its times like these that i feel like i’m deprived of a social life.
