ok.... tmr is my first paper. Sociology. Oh man... i just wish all my exams are like tmr or sthg... so that it'll all end sooner.... this is quite funny. I am so not stressed. so no sense of urgency of any sort. Feel trapped in my body now... My spirit just wants to jump, run out of this body, to soar to other heights to do other things i want to do. Yet, missie Pearlyn is confined to her body, that warns her that she ought not get out of the house at such times, and that she really oughta stay home and study, STUDY. Yawns... Me is so bored with studying. Comeon. No practice papers. What am i supposed to do? Keep reading the same thing o'er and o'er again? not so. Anyway, it's really not as if reading through the material 10 more times would give me great new insights about the subject in question. Wake up. Yawns.

Duh. honestly, what is life? the fragility of it. A person is, a day, and the next is no more. like i went to my neighbour's funeral last nite. Praise God. i noe that he's confirm in heaven with Jesus, with my Father. from that peace and serenity that he looked so yesterday. there was no doubt at all. absolutely. Well, ok that bids great news -- but far from my point; which questions the fragility of life. My neighbour was cremated early this afternoon. What was even till yesterday is no longer. Total eradication from the face of this Earth. How temporal. I pondered over, and well it dawned on me. All things temporal have expiration dates. And, well in its paradoxical humour, simply put, the body had just expired.

See, so what's the point in life then, in striving for what is today and may no longer be tmr? As for me, i'd rather establish myself in that which speaks of eternity. My Abba Daddy and His Kingdom.