I'm so so tired... Fasting is harder than it seems. I only had a cheese omelette (made of one egg) and milo for breakfast. Which was, obviousely, a bad idea. I went for most of the day up to about 2pm without feeling very hungry and surviving only on water. Then i saw Gladys and Cheryl playing a sushi game. And then when i went to Gladys's house to use her grandmother's sewing machine (which, by the way, is manual, not electrical) and i kept ruining the stitches because i didn't know how to peddle properly. Then her grandmother offered me biscuits! :'( They were the nicenice ones with the flaky pastry and berry jam-jelly stuff in the middle. But of course, i couldn't eat them. That's when i felt hunger coming on. As i walked home, i took my mind away from food and started humming imaginary Christian songs to myself. Yes, i am strange. 6pm! And i eat dinner. Oh yummy food. Praying that i'll live through another day of fasting. Still finding it difficult to think about God in every single thing that i do. =/
Sc cell! Just 39 more days! We're in this TOGETHER! (: