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Name: Mark Cheng (kradnum)
Age: 20 going on 21.
Location: Singapore

NTU Wee Kim Wee School of Communication and Information'13
Anglo-Chinese Junior College'08
Unity Secondary School'06
Jurong Primary School'02

What you see on my blog, what you think and what you do thereafter, is your decision.

I'm readily contactable at markccy@gmail.com.

I'll gladly reply to everyone.

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I'm sick and tired of trying to make it all work. I can't take it anymore.

I could be out there honing my craft, singing, acting and dancing my heart out. Sure I'd be subjecting myself to so much cruelty and superficiality. But I'm not. I'm here. Doing all this. And nothing to do with what I'm studying. With what I want in life.

The road is hazy and it will be revealed in due time. I know that. I know better than to doubt or be angry at the Lord for leading me astray because I know he hasn't and that it's up to me to take control and reassure myself that it's all in His plans. I have to accept it. Forget what could have been, and start seeing what will come to be. Insolence is a sin. But impatience isn't. At least, it isn't as big a sin.

I'll get over myself. But I do need my space and time to rant and spend time for myself. I live to serve, but surely I deserve some 'me' time, that doesn't just consist of catching-up-on-sleep time.

I apologise. This is immature of me. I'm an adult. More of an adult than some of my peers. I know better than to revel in this piteous indulgence.

I'll do better.

I stand her now, and I am light.
I am someone who's too strong to fight.
My spirit is one, with Him whom wears the crown.
My strength will never let me be brought down.

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