updates

updates

1. i still have 3 more term papers,2response papers, 1 thirty mins tutorial presentations, many interviews and tons of readings. ( daryl, at least u can s/u most!)

2. I am cluessless on how to go about with durkheim and social cohesion in singapore.

3. I can only borrow 10 books at one go and that works out to only about 2 books per paper? how pathetic. even if i'm willing to lug them home, i dun get to borrow 20books. and with so many ppl doing on the same topic, how irritating it gets when u have to settle for the books not of your choice.

4. ok, i'm trying to think of some happy things to say....i cannot access my own blog at home....okok

5. lots of planning on*grin*:) yes, the gal with the ligament prob, i remember. i'm trying hard to find the best slot!

6. i've met people who are rather unlovable. doing only becoz dey r expected to, grumbling much and not putting in enough effort.but thank God, the rest are like angels, trying hard with their tight schedule, making multiple trips, thinking hard to ensure everything goes well, using their free days and even took the trouble to be free. i am amaze at the generousity and love. u guys are the best kind of friends one can have....:)

7. i am really excited bout tmr!

8. i gotta return my "touching tibet". there's only so many times u can renew:(

9. i thank God for sum wonderful junior who came to collect books at my doorstep and return them for me:)

10. it's the horrible time of the semester..i need to rattle..but i'm ok and still hanging on! My God is big! even when i'm struggling with the workload, He never fail to bring blessings,helps and angels along my path:) His grace is always sufficient:)


p/s oh!oh!oh! i left my cash card at the photocopying machine again for like the upteen times. and i juz top it up tis morning...
But like i said, God is always there:)



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