‘What defines us is how well we rise after we fall…

‘What defines us is how well we rise after we fall’

-Maid in Manhattan-

Art Exhibition opening & the yr12 art students gr…

Art Exhibition opening & the yr12 art students graduation night.
finally.. no more canvases or perspex to paint =)

after the exhibition

hidden behind bars

juxta-rose

38/19 flynn st

I am getting fatter. This aint good..

I am getting fatter. This aint good..

house choir!!

BAIRD WON HOUSE CHOIR!

It was the yr12′s last arts day and we definitely had a blast. Well I sure had a great time! I had 12 rehearsals to get everyone to sing.. some people didnt come for rehearsals and i went mad. I stressed for weeks.. but it paid off. We got on the stands, sang.. shook tt boogie.. and hoped for the best. It was fun dancing up there. haha. We did out our thing and we had the loudest applause =) it was fantastic to hear that everyone enjoyed it. After all the choirs sang, doc announced baird house to be the winner… mann.. i was crying.. with joy tt is.. ahha.arrghhh.. it feels gd la la l a la. Twas very fulfilling. It would have been perfect if dad and jon were there. Dad would be so happpy.. sigh.. at least mom was there ^^

We had a cruise that night and we had a blast.. we danced crazily throughout the night. Danced with the guys and audrey, gloria and I went crazy.. shakkingg that ass!! ahhaah.. we’re known as the people on high… hahaha.. man… so tiring… yet so fun.. Best day ever!

i can do it

yes. In Christ alone will i glory, though i could pride myself in battles won. I’ve been blessed beyond measure, and only by his grace i am redeemed.

I needed a wake up call. You could say i had a chit chat with my daddy up there. He has defintely calmed me down and I’m slowly able to see the bigger picture. Once i fall, i can always pick myself up. I’m never a failure in Gods eyes, and i should take pride in the battles won so far and not look at the losses and mistakes i have made. Theres many regrets but all i can do is to look forward to the blessings that he has in store for me. I don’t care what people would say to me.. i’ll have to learn to trust God in whatever decisions or plans that is in store for me. TEE exams.. i’ll do my best. I’ll leave the rest up to him as he can do exceedingly abundantly above all i could ask or think of. positive thinking now cheryl.. and yes gilly.. we shall continue to seek him and not drift away..

HELP MEE……………………. my life is so fu…

HELP MEE……………………. my life is so fucked up.. its not funny.. FUCKED UP I SAY.. i cry every single night without fail.. i need a therapist… i need a psychologist.. i wanna get out of this…. i want help.. someone plss help me.. my paper is wet with my tears right this minute.. the ink is fading away with my tears. i cry so hard.. so so hard.. i wanna yell.. but i cant.. i dont want mom to see me in this state.

my melbourne shit has got me into a bad enough depression.. and then my TEE and mock exams have made me go nuts.. my stupidness in accounting is pissing me off.. i look at myself in the mirror and see a fat ass fugly girl. i also havta worry about family stuff and falling down on my front has made it clear that my life is F U C K E D. i want to talk to my bf and i cant cuz my fuckin internet wont work. 2 times it just failed on me.. i signed out and couldnt sign back in.. and now i’m back online using some random connection.. hes offline. My phone has no credit and if i use the house phone i’ll be yelled at by mom. I cant even see him.. cant even talk to him.. i treasure every second i get to see him or talk to him.. and when i dont talk to him for 2 days or so i feel so empty.. ARGHHHhh. internet is a gay fuck.. FUCKKKkkkkkkk… i swear i’ve never said so many fucks in my life.. and yes.. i have indeed dropped into a big big hole.

my life is getting from average to bad to crap and…

my life is getting from average to bad to crap and to shitty. PLEASE O PLEASE.. i don’t want it to get worse. argh.. last weekend was crap.. and today.. i was walking down the slope to renew the parking ticket, and I fell flat on my body.. face downwards.. I was practically sliding down and my arms and knees were scratched.. my phone was in my left hand. and now its all scratched. I looked back at the ramp when i walked back.. u can literally see the scratch marks of my phone on the floor.. one loonng line of white. Just great aint it?

worries

My worries are never ending.
The feelings are always bottled up.
Nobody knows,
Nobody cares.
I just sit and look out my window
and wonder
why.

worry It h

Bridget Jones Diary.

I don’t think you’re an idiot at all.

I mean,there are elements of the ridiculous about you.

Your mother’s pretty interesting.

And you really are…

an appallingly bad public speaker.

Andyou tend to let whatever’s in yourhead…

come out of your mouth…

without much consideration of the consequences.

I realize that when I met you at the turkey curry buffet…

that I was unforgivably rude and wearing a reindeer jumper…

that my mother had given me the day before.

But the thingis, um…

what I’m trying to say very inarticulately is…

that, um… infact…

perhaps, despite appearances…

I like you very much.

Ah. A part from the smoking and the drinking…

and the vulgar mother and the verbal diarrhea.

No. I like you very much– just as you are.