3 hearts given

Make it known.

Feet on ground

You may be higher in rank, but I have a voice too.

Written promises

Blessed Sunday morning! 

On the way to church and once again excited for today's message. Glad that I've somehow managed to climb out of the bed.. though it's 99% because if I let myself up at the second snooze,  my sis will flip me upside down for setting an alarm which I'm not waking up to.

Anyhow, it's gonna be a beautiful Sunday. Went out of the house with a pretty face, on the way to meet my pretty cousin, waiting to hear an all so abundant grace message. HYA!

Perspective. 

That's my morning reason to blog. 

I shan't undo my words last night but I shall do some correction paragraphs here. Truth is, my life isn't that bad. It's just too colourful (declaring the opposite).

It's not at all that doubtful considering how far I've walked the journey I've chosen. No doubt there are difficult times, the promises given will come fulfilled. Thankfulness comes in remembrance that I've got a dream job, a chance to finish my degree in shorter time frame, many more. I may have a what seems-to-be a horrible schedule that made me rant and over exaggerate my somewhat self pity plight,  but I know how blessed I am.

TOO BLESSED TO BE STRESSED!

Exams are coming, but I believe my ridiculous grades will turn into miracle stars. Watch. Year Two shall be cleared in Jesus's name!

AMEN AMEN.

Year One bridging results comes as my assurance.

Only human.

I've hit 0%

23:50hrs: I'm seated on the floor, phone blogging in my recovery state. 

I just got home from yet another weekend event, of which KM also bought a table for SDA gala dinner, celebrating their 75th anniversary. An "eventful" long day.. No.. Have been long full weeks. Seriously. Sickening March and April. Schedule so packed with work and school.. 7 days a week straight for more than a month. If I had not taken some leave in between, I would not have lasted till today.

Story short - After the gala dinner, I was so happy to hail a cab home that I may rest during the journey. Little did I realize that the long-waited rest was replaced with queasiness in the stomach. The journey home was so unbearable and I can throw up anytime in the cab. When I finally reached home, I threw up good.

I guess even my stomach can't stomach the accumulated fatigue >.< This period is like the sickening never-ending 400km round the stadium with depleted energy in its final round.

I've got back my results: 4 modules - 2 failed,  1 barely passed, 1 awaiting results. And so far, worst grade gotten is 20/100.

I need a miracle.